I swept Yokohama with a vest

Chulu Yezhizi chose to block the system.

Even knowing that the sniper has nothing to do with the system, people still can't help but wonder, isn't this intentional?Impossible?Surely?

Absolutely, definitely Mr. System's wanton revenge!

[......]

The system was also shocked to the point of being speechless.

The main reason is that my host chuckled like a big devil or a black hand behind the scenes one second, and was killed by a single blow the next second. It was too sudden.

I always feel that it doesn't matter even wanton revenge, but once I laugh, I will be vengeful by the host, and then I will be tested if I can physically attack the friendly system whenever I have the opportunity.

It paused for more than ten seconds before asking in a mechanical voice: [Would you like to start over after loading the file? ]

"Read." Chuluye Zhizi smiled politely. "Die once, read once, I will always try out the perfect strategy."

When there was a sound of brakes nearby, Osamu Dazai was sitting on the window sill. He shook the medicine in his hand, glanced out the window casually, and said, "Doctor Mori, the person who came to pick you up has arrived."

Mori Ogai was packing the medical box, without even looking up, he said gently, "Even so, don't touch potassium cyanate."

Ever since Sakurako Tsushima was dejected on the surface, but actually bounced into the Mafia headquarters at the port, the placement of medicines has become a problem.

Without guilt, Osamu Dazai withdrew his hand touching the table where the medicine was placed, and lazily protested: "No way, Dr. Mori is too good, how could I tamper with potassium cyanate?"

"The dose of potassium cyanate on the table is not enough. Even if you take all of it, you will only feel uncomfortable in the hospital and scratch your chest desperately. If you are lucky, you should die due to wound infection." Mori Ogai was not surprised. He checked The last item of medicine that needed to be brought was looked at Osamu Dazai.

Sure enough, the kid showed a disgusted expression: "It sounds so painful, will anyone really choose this low-level way of death?"

Mori Ogai smiled slightly.

"However," Osamu Dazai tilted his head thoughtfully, "What about intravenous injection?"

"Intravenous injection, there is a high probability that air will be injected, and air embolism will occur in the cerebral blood vessels." Mori Ogai explained patiently, as if he didn't remember that this was the sixth time he explained related aspects after picking up this kid. "Also, if a foreign body enters a blood vessel, it will also be very painful."

"Forget it." Osamu Dazai gave up decisively.

He swayed his legs and looked down casually. The car of the Port Mafia had come to a complete stop. The driver in the driver's seat was very attentive and went to the rear door to open the door for the people sitting in the back seat and block the heavy rain. .

Huh?

Dazai narrowed his eyes.

A girl in a gorgeous kimono came down from the back seat. It is not accurate to say that she is gorgeous. The movement of the other party was too light, like a swallow flying along a low eaves. Osamu Dazai only glanced at her waist. The gorgeous belt flashed by.

He is a somewhat strange person, not just a little bit strange, but very strange, whether it is the movement when getting out of the car, or the pace of walking, there is a sense of unhurried elegance, but...

"It's so interesting~" Osamu Dazai said.

Even if she couldn't see her appearance, this beautiful young lady who was outstanding just by her temperament seemed to have found him sitting at the window in the car, so she mercilessly blocked the rude prying eyes.

The leader of the port Mafia still has such a person in his hands, Dr. Sen is likely to suffer.

Subsequently, the fun level of this beautiful lady was raised.

A few men in black with guns rushed out from the surrounding alleys. This was expected by Osamu Dazai. There was no way these people dismissed the surrounding residents. He and Dr. Sen discovered that, if memory serves me correctly, some places had been bombed/bombed and there were snipers standing by nearby.

"Oh, it seems that we are going to be in danger. Do you want to go..." Osamu Dazai dragged out the end of his voice, although his words seemed to reveal the meaning of asking a hero to save the beauty, but his body remained motionless.

The men in black shot.

Osamu Dazai paused, his iris-colored eyes slightly widened, and he shook the potion more vigorously: "Huh——"

It was raining heavily outside, and in the heavy rain, it was difficult for humans to see the bullets piercing the air, but Osamu Dazai could.

It may be because he has been able to see some ugly things that no one else can see since he was a child, so his eyesight has always been superb, even with one eye blindfolded, and even because he is more focused, he can see more clearly.

Those golden bullets pierced through the air and rain, carrying some kind of fast airflow, and attacked the girl in kimono.

The girl in the kimono had very long white eyelashes. She blinked lightly, tilted her head with a smile, and at the same time reached out and pressed Mr. Driver's head. A bullet grazed the back of her hand.

The air current caused the tiny hairs on the backs of her hands to stand up.

Osamu Dazai tilted his head, took a sip of the potion slowly, and continued to improve his concentration to make himself see more clearly.

The first bullet just laid the foundation for a failure, and the bullets arrived one after another, carelessly brushing off the rain, the air, the wide sleeves of the kimono, the trembling thighs of Mr. Driver, etc.

The bullet that was closest to the target of the people in black only grazed and hit the golden hair ornament on the white hair of the girl in kimono, shaking the hair ornament.

"What a strange coincidence." Osamu Dazai continued to stuff unknown medicine into the potion, guessing enthusiastically, "Is it the ability of luck? Or dodge?"

In short, no matter which aspect it is, it must be difficult to pursue death.

The girl in the kimono raised the corners of her lips slightly. She glanced at the people in black gently, and mercilessly held the driver's hand to let go, and then patted the driver's shoulder.

Her mouth shape is saying: "Spell-retrograde."

At this moment, her red and white figure flashed and disappeared, and appeared vaguely behind the last man in black.

Mr. Driver was grabbed by her ankle and kicked up.

……and many more?

Osamu Dazai closed his tingling eyes for a moment, and when he opened them again, the scene was already harmonious, as harmonious as throwing a bowling ball.

Mr. Driver was swung back and forth repeatedly by the girl in kimono with the spirit of "rather killing by mistake than letting go", and accurately hit the wrists or heads of those men in black.

In the end, the girl in kimono threw the driver to the farthest man in black, and when the two of them collapsed into a ball, she grabbed the driver's shoulders and helped him stand up quickly.

Taking advantage of the momentum, she did a vertical split without looking back, and hit the last standing man in black on the chin with her heel.

There was a crisp clicking sound, and the man in black's eyes gradually became blank, and he fell down.

The driver, who came back to his senses, took a few steps back subconsciously, and then almost went limp, and fell to the ground on his back.

The effect of force is mutual, his body hit those men in black, knocking them unconscious with precision, and he himself has to bear this kind of force.

What frightened him the most was naturally not the pain, but the culprit that caused it.

The culprit didn't pay much attention. She didn't let go of the umbrella the whole time, and the heavy rain still slapped on the umbrella.

The umbrella surface rose slightly, and the girl in kimono disappeared in place again. Three seconds later, she appeared again holding the umbrella, squatting down to hold the umbrella for Mr. Driver.

The distance was too far, Osamu Dazai couldn't hear the voice, so he could only continue to read the words on his lips.

The girl in kimono said softly to the terrified Mr. Driver: "Finally get rid of those peeping snipers. I hate rats the most."

She lowered her eyes: "Excuse me, can you slow down? I'm really sorry, the battle was too sudden, and this is the only way I can think of."

Osamu Dazai didn't believe it, and it seemed that the driver didn't believe it either.

With trembling eyes, he said stiffly, "No, it's okay."

"That's good." The kimono girl bent her eyes, "The bandage man by the window has been waiting for a long time, can you still act now? If not, my concubine can help you."

Oh?

Osamu Dazai raised his hand that did not take the medicine, put it lazily by his mouth like a trumpet, and said in a normal voice: "No, if you are waiting for a beautiful lady, even if you wait for a few more years, it will be very painful. Willingly."

The other party held up the umbrella and tilted his head, the raindrops threw a graceful arc along the rotating umbrella surface, and smiled slightly.

Then he walked this way with Mr. Driver, who was hard-headed and soft-footed.

"Ah, she is such an interesting lady, I feel like I'm going to die of heartbeat." Osamu Dazai dragged out the ending, leaned back, leaned against the not-so-strong glass, and proposed enthusiastically: " It seems to be a very beautiful and elegant way to die, how about letting that beautiful lady downstairs kill/kill me?"

What kind of drug is the beautiful lady?This is Mori Ogai's inertial reaction.

There is no way, after staying with Osamu Dazai for a long time, it is very normal to subconsciously think about something unhealthy when hearing anything mentioned by the other party.

At least Mori Ogai's medical knowledge in this area has improved rapidly recently, and he is also very proficient in casually summarizing which method of death is more painful. Half of the bottle glanced at it, and sighed, "The rapid heartbeat may not be an illusion, Dazai, you took half a bottle of stimulant drugs."

After taking so many stimulant drugs, it's not a real man if you don't get excited.

There was a black car parked on the street, Mori Ogai was very familiar with that car, every time someone came to pick him up to treat the chief, it was this car that came, except the person who came to pick him up was different.

It may be the reason that he is getting closer to death. The leader of Mafia at the port is getting more and more crazy, not only for outsiders, but also for his own people. Every time he comes to pick up Mori Ogai's cronies, he will change. Mori Ogai has never asked those people in the past Where did you go.

But this time is different. This time, the person who came to pick up the leader’s personal doctor was not a Hong Kong black man in a black suit uniform, but a girl in a red and white kimono. The wide and gorgeous belt was the dividing point of the color on the other party’s body.

"Huh, it's actually..." Mori Ogai raised his eyebrows slightly, a little surprised, and stopped in the middle of the sentence, and then continued, "A beautiful lady."

What surprised him was not only this, but more because of the scene that was inversely proportional to the small movement just now.

"Yes, with such a powerful supernatural power and such an aura." Osamu Dazai pretended to think for a few seconds, then raised a finger, "Oh, oh, it must be the leader's daughter or granddaughter, right? Doctors should be careful."

The one to be careful is of course not the leader whose fate is destined to be death, he said with a smile: "Be careful that cherry sauce jumps up and hits you."

What Mori Ogai said at the beginning was obviously changed halfway, not because he was surprised that Mafia sent a beautiful lady to pick him up at the port, but because he was surprised by the person himself.

Mori Ogai knew this kimono girl.

Osamu Dazai took a sip of the cloudy potion in his hand, then stuck out his tongue: "It's so bitter."

"Next time I will remember to put away all the stimulant drugs." Mori Ogai shook his head, and he lifted Dazai Osamu, "Since you are so interested, why don't you go with me."

Leaving the other party here again, I'm afraid it's not just an overdose of diluted stimulant drugs.

The door of the clinic was knocked lightly a few times, and then the driver's voice came: "Is Dr. Sen here?"

Then there was a soft voice from the other party: "Please wait a moment, Sir, Dr. Sen should have cleaned up."

Mori Ogai didn't move, Osamu Dazai glanced at him, jumped down lazily, and walked over to open the door.

Standing outside the door was Mr. Driver who was tense to the extreme, and the girl in kimono stood behind him, holding an umbrella and showing a subtle smile to Osamu Dazai.

Sakurako Tsushima has lived here for too long, so long that her own scent has left a strong imprint here. As soon as Osamu Dazai opened the door, there was a sweet and faint cherry fragrance gushing out.

This cherry smell mixed with the cherry blossom smell of the girl in kimono outside the door into an intoxicating fragrance.

Obviously just encountered an attack and launched a bloody and thorough counterattack, but the clothes on this kimono girl are very clean. The kimono she is wearing is very strange. The upper part of the kimono jacket is white, and the lower part is white. Red, red and white are intertwined in a coquettish pattern on the belt.

The most important thing is that the smell on her body is the sweetness of cherry blossoms and the freshness of rain, mixed with the subtle smell of blood and gunpowder smoke, but it is not strong and pungent, but dangerously attractive.

This shows that not only was the attack resolved quickly and perfectly, but the solver was also very capable.

The white-haired girl in kimono clearly sniffed the air, the gentle smile on her face deepened, and she walked forward.

The driver quickly turned sideways, not even daring to touch it.

Osamu Dazai watched with great interest as the other party walked lightly in front of him, then lowered the umbrella, bent slightly and bowed his head, lowering his vision to a line parallel to him.

Osamu Dazai: ...

Are you serious about bowing your head half a minute?

The other party didn't seem to notice it, and said with a light smile: "Moses, this gentleman is so cute. Is it the child adopted by Dr. Sen? Is it really the Mafia?"

"What a pure and flawless child, with a very special temperament."