Inquisitors work overtime to save the world

It was pitch black, and I couldn't see my fingers.

It was dead silent, without any sound.

[Fujiwara] looked around boredly.Such a vast emptiness reminded her of some bad memories.

[Fujiwara] sighed faintly, and didn't know what went wrong with the main body, which caused her to be separated from [Xing], and even her strength was limited.

Moreover, where is she estimated to be living now.Otherwise, it is impossible for her not to break through such confinement.

After an unknown amount of time, a ball of orange lighted up in this enclosed space.

The light cluster danced lightly, like a beating heart.

[Fujiwara] Only then cheered up.She reached out to touch the light.The light group backed away hesitantly, [Fujiwara] laughed: "Don't be afraid, I won't eat you again. It's too boring, come and play with me. I can give you food."

The light cluster didn't move.

[Fujiwara] didn't force it, and regretfully withdrew his hand, put his chin on one hand, and sighed again: "It's so boring. I hate being alone."

At this moment, the small ball of light approached her gently, tentatively touching her fingertips.It was a beautiful color, warm and bright.

I don't know if it's a psychological effect, but [Fujiwara] actually felt a little warmth.

She raised the corners of her lips and held up the ball of light: "Thank you."

A bit of deep black lighted up at her fingertips, and the hidden tyranny factor made the surroundings tremble a little.The light group was not afraid, and even wanted to devour the black energy. [Fujiwara] gave a "tsk" and said with a smile, "Don't worry, I'll eat later."

The most dangerous part was stripped out before [Fujiwara] fed the black energy to the light group.Warm orange light slowly covers the black.

Still not satisfied, Guangtuan rubbed [Fujiwara]'s fingertips again.But she poked him: "Greedy guy, if you eat too much, you will be full."

The light ball jumped onto [Fujiwara]'s shoulder, and approached her neck intimately, [Fujiwara] couldn't help laughing: "I am [Fujiwara]. Well, maybe you can call me sister?"

There seems to be no passage of time in this space.Under [Fujiwara]'s continuous feeding, the orange light cluster got bigger and bigger.

Looking at him, [Fujiwara] sometimes thinks of a sea for no reason, cobalt blue, pure and clean.

"If it weren't for you, I'm afraid I'd be bored to death."

[Fujiwara] often said with emotion.Her previous experience made her hate being alone very much.

[Fujiwara] originally thought that she would be able to escape from here only when the light group grows enough to swallow this space.

But change always comes faster than planned.

[Fujiwara] felt an outside energy.

Yellow suddenly invaded this space, and the endless black was torn apart.

Majestic energy poured out, [Fujiwara] heard the howling wind, the screams of humans, and the roars of wild beasts.

And she and the light group are inside the beast.

"Boom"!

Centering on their location, the energy that was suppressed to the extreme and then released was like the waves rolled up by a tsunami, rushing endlessly, rushing towards a distant direction.The pure black flame wrapped in an invisible air wave, flattening everything.

None were spared.

[Fujiwara] The light cluster around [Fujiwara] expanded rapidly, devouring the beast that destroyed everything, and the energy from the beast gradually weakened.The orange light gradually flickered, and a boy appeared from the light group.

Frenzied wind, calm down.

The surroundings are quiet, as if welcoming a newborn god.

About seven or eight years old, with soft short orange hair hanging on his forehead, he opened his eyes.

[Fujiwara] unexpectedly found out that it was a pair of cobalt blue pupils.

How would you describe those eyes?

It is as clean as a newborn child, and it is a handful of new snow on the top of a mountain that has never been seen before.

But it is also like a god who is not stained with the secular world, fearless and fearless, and never retreats.

He subconsciously raised a smile at [Fujiwara]: "Miss Fujiwara."

"I am Zhongye from the Central Plains."

[Xing] was awakened by a blast of energy.

She was keenly aware that there was a breath of [Fujiwara] in that energy.But, it is fleeting.

[Fujiwara] fell into a deep sleep——[Xing] guessed.

It's no wonder that they are not the real body now, and the time and space here do not know why they are particularly repelled, and sleeping is the best choice.This allows them to slowly regain their strength.

In this way, it is really troublesome for her to merge with [Fujiwara] into the main body.

[Xing] When I woke up, I found myself in the water with a boy floating beside me.A bond that came from nowhere was created between her and him.

[Xing] blinked, stepped on the surface of the water to fish the boy out of the water.

The boy was about seven or eight years old, his pale face looked fragile, like a delicate ceramic doll.The fly in the ointment is that his body is covered with bandages in a mess, and he doesn't know if he has suffered many injuries.The wet black hair stuck to the boy's cheeks, making him look like a cat that fell into the water unfortunately.

[Xing] Let the boy lean on her body, the soft white light lit up at the fingertips, slowly blending into the boy's body.Even the damp moisture was dried by her at the same time.

[Xing] Sighed, the current strength is too weak, right?If it were the main body, I am afraid the boy should have woken up long ago.

As she thought so, she didn't notice that the boy beside her opened her eyes.

Those were a pair of iris-colored eyes, empty and numb, lifeless.

"Have you been rescued?" He murmured, "He didn't commit suicide successfully."

[Xing] looked down at him, raised his hand unconsciously, rubbed the top of the boy's hair, and asked, "Why do you do such a thing, obviously, because you have the desire to live?"

"Pleas for life?" The boy pushed her hand away, raised his eyes to look at her, expressionless: "I don't have that kind of thing."

[Xing] I suddenly want to laugh.She actually laughed too.Why not?She is the source of "life", no one is more familiar with this kind of thing than her.

The boy didn't understand what [Xing] was laughing at.He stared at her silently, and found that there was a flower mark between her eyebrows, which was pure white, if the edge was not outlined with light pink, the flower mark would almost blend with her skin color.

"Ah, by the way, I haven't introduced myself yet. I'm [Xing]." [Xing] frowned and said, "What about you? What's your name?"

"..."

The boy was silent for a while, then replied, "My name is Dazai."

The breeze fluttered his hem, and he said——

"Osamu Dazai."

[Xing] There is a little guess wrong.

[Fujiwara]'s deep sleep is not all due to the influence of space-time repulsion.

What's more, she was worried that Huangbatu—oh, that beast, a high-energy life form—would have a bad effect on the Central Plains.The Central Plains has not been able to completely swallow it, and they are now in a delicate state of coexistence.

Therefore, [Fujiwara] decided to first help Nakahara Chuya suppress Huangba's vomiting.

This means that she will fall into a deep sleep for a long time.

Nakahara Chuya wanted to object, but [Fujiwara] directly dismissed it: "Anyway, I also want to sleep to recover my strength. Helping you suppress Huangba's vomiting is just killing two birds with one stone. When you can completely control the power of Huangba's vomiting, I will You don’t need to suppress it for you.”

"When I'm sleeping, you have to remember to take good care of yourself." [Fujiwara] said worriedly: "Don't trust anyone easily. If you need anything, just call me, and I will wake up."

Zhong Yuanzhong also frowned unwillingly: "I'm not a child, Miss Fujiwara."

"In my eyes, you are a child!" [Fujiwara] smiled and gestured at the height between them: "When Ah Ya is taller than me, I will admit that you are not a child." She still couldn't remember the complete name , can only be called Zhongyuan Zhongye in this way.

——Fujiwara Apricot, 1.7 meters.

Zhongyuan Zhong also looked up at her height and fell into a strange silence.

Finally, he said sonorously, "I'm still in the growth period, and I will definitely grow taller in the future!"

"..."

On the other hand, [Xing] did not stay awake for long.

She stayed by Dazai Osamu's side for many days, watching the child commit suicide in countless ways.

And every time, [Xing] stopped him.The timing of her blocking varied.The most thrilling time, Osamu Dazai's heart stopped for two seconds.

Osamu Dazai was a little curious about what she relied on to decide when to save him.

So he asked.

[Xing]'s answer was beyond Osamu Dazai's expectation: "When you are desperate for life, I will save you."

"Life or death is your choice, I will not interfere. But when you want to live, I will not let it go," she added.

"Is that so...?" Osamu Dazai whispered softly.

That day, for the first time, he did not attempt suicide.

Like a reward, [Xing] invited him to eat crab meat that day.She remembered that Osamu Dazai liked to eat this.

Osamu Dazai thought that he would continue their strange behavior with a strange person in a normal manner.

Until this day, [Xing] said to him: "Azhi, I'm going to sleep~"

Osamu Dazai was silent for a long time, then replied lightly: "Go to sleep."

[Xing] said: "If you need anything, remember to call me. I'll be by your side. Also, you should sleep well."

how can that be possible?Osamu Dazai thought.How could someone be by his side?

Telling such a lie is nothing more than seeing him as a child.

But what [Xing] said is not a lie.

Even after she fell into a deep sleep, the soft white light that would come as promised when she committed suicide was never absent.

When Osamu Dazai woke up in the morning, he was in a trance for a moment.

Probably what God gives you, you will take away.Osamu Dazai was tired of his sharp perception and thinking ability.The endless thinking, even the night's sleep time has never stopped.A little movement can wake him up.Only when the pain of death comes, he can get a short rest.

[Xing] On the first day he fell into a deep sleep, he had a good dream until dawn for the first time.

As if to verify the sentence, "You also need to sleep well."

"... Xingjiang," he asked softly, "When will you wake up?"

[Fujiwara] woke up and heard a loud argument.Chirping like hundreds of ducks.

"As long as Chuya kills them like before!"

"That's right, why should we give in?"

"Their goal is Zhongye, right? Zhongye, you can't implicate us."

"..."

The sudden appearance of [Fujiwara] made everyone in the room startled and stared at her blankly.A girl of fifteen or sixteen years old, with a black flower mark between her eyebrows, mysterious and weird.

A girl screamed: "Who are you! Get out of our 'sheep' territory!"

"Chuya, drive her away!"

Some even took up arms.

Chuya Nakahara, who always seemed quick-tempered but actually easy to talk, yelled at them for the first time: "Shut up!"

[Fujiwara] didn't care about those people, turned his head and asked Nakahara Chuya: "How long have I been sleeping? Ah Ye seems to have grown a little taller?"

"Three years. I didn't just grow up a little bit, Fujiwara-san."

Zhongya Nakahara finished answering [Fujiwara]'s question and introduced to others: "This is Miss Fujiwara." He emphasized: "She must be respected! Do you understand?"

Someone muttered unwillingly: "Why?"

[Fujiwara] With sharp ears, I can hear clearly.She raised her eyebrows: "Why?" After the words fell, the blackness as deep as it could swallow everything surrounded the white-haired boy.He didn't realize the danger was coming, the black wrapped around his arm, the white-haired boy let out a miserable scream, and rolled all over the ground in pain.

"That's all." When [Fujiwara] said this, his expression was cold and sharp.

Even Nakahara was slightly stunned, he had never seen this side of [Fujiwara]'s character.

Zhong Yuanzhong also hesitated: "Miss Fujiwara...?"

[Fujiwara] snapped his fingers, and the black energy disappeared.

Enduring the remaining pain, the boy yelled at Chuya Zhongyuan: "Chuya, she is like this, why should we respect her! She is not a member of 'Sheep', have you forgotten who brought you back and who Have sheltered you who have no support?"

"Shirose!" Zhong Yuan scolded, "What nonsense are you talking about!"

[Fujiwara] Looking around, the people around are not very old, the oldest is probably twelve or thirteen years old.At this moment, they huddled together in fear, looking at [Fujiwara] as if they were looking at a demon.As for the boy, Shirase, no one felt the need to object.

"Little ghosts," thinking of the quarrels I heard when I woke up, there was still a smile in [Fujiwara]'s voice, but there was no warmth in his eyes: "For Ah Ye's sake, I will save you from pain, but Not for you to yell at him."

She tilted her head: "It doesn't matter whether you respect me or not, but if you continue to treat my brother like this..."

[Fujiwara] laughed: "It doesn't matter if you kill you?"

To be honest, letting the "death" of life and death end their lives is considered flattering.

For a moment, everyone in the room fell silent.

She wasn't joking, they could all tell.People living in this area, if they don't even know how to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages, they won't be able to live for a while.They were just spoiled by Zhongye's protection, but when Zhongye was on their side, that instinct resurfaced.

Zhong Yuanzhong also pinched his eyebrows, and wanted to sigh.Although he is grateful to the "sheep" who took him in, Miss Fujiwara is different.She is the first person in his memory, not to mention that she has been helping him suppress the energy of Huang Ba's vomiting all these years.

[Fujiwara] patted Chuya Nakahara on the shoulder, and restored his previous smile: "You are too soft-hearted, they will only push their feet. What is going on?"

"Three years ago, sister Fujiwara, they took me in after you fell into a deep sleep. Therefore, I promised to protect them. This organization is called 'Sheep', and I am the 'King of Sheep'." Speaking of this, it is rare for Zhongyuan Zhong to feel a little bit embarrassment.Self-proclaimed "King of Sheep" or something, sounds like a second-guess.

"Sorry, Miss Fujiwara, you still have to worry about these things when you wake up." Nakahara Chuya finally said.

[Fujiwara] said indifferently: "It's okay, by the way, I just heard you say that someone took you as a target?"

"Ah."

Nakahara did not hide [Fujiwara].He asked everyone else to go out and explained to [Fujiwara] alone: ​​"It seems to be someone from the government."

Speaking of this, he couldn't help but frowned: "Does the government know what Huang Ba vomited?"

In the past three years, the Central Plains has not been in vain.Regarding Huangbatu, he inquired a lot of relevant information, and vaguely learned that it seemed to be a project that the government was researching a few years ago.

"Isn't it, you'll know if you go and have a look?" [Fujiwara]'s tone was as relaxed as ever.She winked at Nakahara Zhongya: "It's okay, Ah Ye, just do what you want, you can protect so many people, and I will protect you."

Chuya Nakahara didn't notice it himself, and his worries subsided silently.

"Will Miss Fujiwara continue to sleep in the future? I feel that I can control the power of Araba's vomiting." Nakahara asked.

[Fujiwara] shook his head: "Maybe, maybe not, I don't know."

After a pause, Nakahara Chuya hesitated and asked again: "Miss Fujiwara, you just..."

"Scared you? Don't be afraid." [Fujiwara] thought for a while, and said: "I seem to have not had time to tell you that I am not perfect now. Therefore, what I have is the part of my character that is inclined to 'death' violence."

She spread her hands: "I can't help it. When I think of the three years I have been sleeping, they dare to treat you like this, and I will be angry."

This is simply a blatant preference, which made Nakahara turn his head a little embarrassed: "Miss Fujiwara..."

"Hahahahaha, aren't you shy?"

"No, no! There won't be such a thing!" The tips of the young man's ears were bleeding red.

"..."

Without further ado, [Fujiwara] took Chuya Nakahara to find government officials that day.

Before leaving, she did not forget to remind (threat) the members of the group of "sheep": "If you have other thoughts, don't do it, I will clean you up. Of course, the way of death in the end , I can’t guarantee if it will hurt or not!”

What does it mean to say the most vicious words in the most harmless tone?

- That's it.

Shirose thought bitterly, if they had known, they shouldn't have picked up Chuya Nakahara for such a big/troublesome return.Fortunately, he promised to protect them, but now he doesn't even care about someone threatening them.

Shirase secretly followed the direction of [Fujiwara] and Nakahara Chuya, intending to see what the hell they were up to.Originally, he wanted to call several other members, but they seemed to be frightened by that [Fujiwara], and they refused to come no matter what.

[Fujiwara] knew that Shirase was following them.

But she doesn't care.

What she cared about was the hidden laboratory in front of her.Dazzling data, countless medicines, sophisticated and cold and cruel instruments are more disgusting to [Fujiwara] than the "sheep" group.The lab staff in white coats looked at [Fujiwara] in horror, unable to figure out how she broke in.

She suddenly smiled.

"Since you want to study the gods, you might as well experience for yourself what a god is."

[Fujiwara] covered Nakahara Chuya's eyes, and said in a gentle voice: "Aya, don't look. The source of death, don't look directly."

Thick black energy gathered and spread rapidly.Wherever you go, leave nothing behind.Even the air seemed to be swallowed up, and the members of the laboratory were almost suffocated.The blackness climbs onto the human body, and life dissolves.

Compared to the small punishment that just caused Shirase to feel severe pain, this time, they didn't even have time to react.

Everything in the laboratory is swallowed up.

In an instant, this place was razed to the ground.

Even the materials about Huang Ba's vomiting, even the paper materials stored in other places, have been corroded until there is not even powder left.

If only this is the case, it is not enough for the government to give up the research on Huangbatu.

The next day, those politicians opened their eyes and found that there was a ray of black energy entrenched beside their pillows, and they evoked a mocking smiley expression at them.Then, it exploded with a "bang", leaving the politicians unscathed, but the houses they lived in were all reduced to ashes and scattered in the wind.

Huang Batu's research was urgently stopped.

A report was sent to the Supernatural Secret Service Division.

None of the Sheep members knew what happened that night.

All I know is that the mysterious "Miss Fujiwara" disappeared again.Occasionally, she would show up, and a "kind reminder" would follow.

It was only then that they finally discovered how good-tempered Chuya was.

Moreover, Shirase did not come back.

A member of the "Sheep" later saw him on the edge of Radium Bowl Street and asked him, why didn't he come back?

"She's a demon..."

"We're going to die..."

"Will die..."

Shirase, who had lost his mind as if he had lost his mind, was raving incoherently.

[Xing] woke up, and found that [Fujiwara]'s breath was a little weak.

"What have I done..." [Xing] muttered.

Osamu Dazai turned his head and found someone standing beside him: "Xingjiang~ are you awake?"

The appearance of a fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy is gradually growing, but his face still has baby fat and chubby flesh, which makes him look innocent like a child.

Osamu Dazai seemed to be complaining: "Xingjiang slept for so long~ I woke up casually a few times in the middle, and soon fell asleep again. Seven years have passed. Does Xingjiang miss me?"

[Xing]: "There's nothing I can do about it. After all, I'm not perfect. So I have to sleep to recover."

"Not perfect?"

"Well, to put it simply, I am half of myself, right? So whether it is strength or character, it is half." [Xing] said so, and I couldn't help laughing.

Osamu Dazai asked quietly: "Can the half of me still be considered myself? Or, is half of the apricot jam and the whole apricot jam still the same person?"

[Xing] patted his head: "What are you thinking about? Of course it is one person. Our memory is shared, and our personality has not changed. Could it be that an apple is cut in half, and you say it is not an apple? The reason why the main body will Turning into two can only be due to special circumstances."

"Oh, long time no see, Azhi wants to tell me such a complicated issue? Why don't you tell me about you? Seven years have passed so fast. It's a pity that I didn't get to see Azhi grow up slowly. "

Osamu Dazai: "Me? I don't have anything to say. I probably just met an interesting doctor recently. Well, my name is Mori Ogai."

"Doctor?" [Xing]'s eyebrows jumped, and he always felt that he didn't like the "doctor" mentioned by Osamu Dazai.

Osamu Dazai is keenly aware of [Xing's] emotions.He propped his chin with one hand and asked, "Xingjiang doesn't like him?"

"I probably don't like it. Maybe I have met it before, but I have a bad impression." [Xing] answered truthfully.

Dazai Osamu bent his eyes: "I thought Xingjiang was equally tolerant to everyone. So there are people who don't like Xingjiang? Obviously, Xingjiang is the god who controls life?"

"Of course there will be. I'm not everyone will like it." [Xing] said: "Everyone likes it, wouldn't I be exhausted?"

"However," she suddenly frowned, "I like Azhi~"

"..."

Osamu Dazai's breathing was off the beat.

[Xing] Tilted his head: "Azhi, are you shy? Why don't you speak?"

Osamu Dazai wrote lightly: "Of course not, I was just thinking, why not go out and celebrate the revival of Apricot Jam?"

"Yes." [Xing] readily agreed, and asked, "I happen to have a place I want to go."

"... Radium Bowl Street?"

Osamu Dazai stood on the edge of this area: "Why would Apricot Jam want to come here?"

"Last time I felt the appearance of my other half here." [Xing] closed his eyes and felt it for a while, then sighed: "No, I'm still sleeping. I'm really messing around, and my breath is too weak."

Hearing her talk like this, Osamu Dazai suddenly wanted to laugh: "Xing Jiang is scolding himself?"

"Hmm... It's not wrong to say that?" [Xing] stepped down, turned around and stretched out his hand to Osamu Dazai: "Aji, come and try your luck with me."

Osamu Dazai handed her his hand and said, "Okay."

The two walked casually along the networked roads of Radium Bowl Street together.

The sultry and decaying smell made Osamu Dazai wrinkle his nose: "Seven years ago, there was an explosion here to form Radium Bowl Street. Apricot jam also appeared at that time. Is there any connection between them?"

"To be honest, I don't know either." [Xing] took Dazai Osamu's hand, and casually swept past the people who were watching them in the shadows.

Gradually, more and more people surrounded them, but none of them made the first move.

The "King of Sheep" on Radium Bowl Street was still there, and they didn't dare to act hastily before confirming whether the two young boys and girls were protected by the "sheep".

Finally, when someone couldn't hold back, a few men in black suits with guns strode over, looking not to be trifled with.The people who were still squatting guarding [Xing] and Dazai immediately dispersed.

"Have you seen this person?" The leading man asked while holding a photo.

In the photo is a young man with a gentle smile and a bookish look, which is very attractive.

[Xing]: "I haven't seen it before."

The men in suits looked at each other, and the leader said: "This man is the wanted target of Port Mafia. If you are smart, you should know that you can't deceive Port Mafia. If you see him, you can go to Port Mafia to claim the reward."

After speaking, they continued their search.

"Port Mafia?" [Xing] thoughtfully: "I seem to have heard this name before."

"The leader of Mafia at the port is about to fail." Dazai Osamu looked at the backs of the men in suits indifferently, and commented.

"No? Are you dying?"

Osamu Dazai twitched his lips when he thought of Mori Ogai who was hired as the personal doctor of the head of Mafia at the port: "Almost."

They walked a good deal in the interior of Radium Bowl Street. [Xing] still didn't feel any [Fujiwara] breath, she shook her head helplessly: "It seems that I'm not lucky today, Aji, let's go back..."

[Xing] was only halfway through.The gunshot interrupted her abruptly.Immediately afterwards, men's cries of pain came from not far away, and there was a very soft sound of a sword being unsheathed.

Dazai Osamu's eyes lit up, and in order to join in the fun, he learned the technique of acting like a baby without a teacher: "Xingjiang~Xingjiang~Let's go and see! It must be those people just now."

[Xing] poked his forehead: "You are really... alright, alright, let's go. But, you can't leave me too far, lest they hurt you."

Osamu Dazai said yes, but only he knew whether he actually cared about it or not.

"..."

"...Guan, Guanyi..."

"Don't die...don't..."

The woman's words are still trembling, like a cuckoo crying blood.The people of Mafia, the port, fell everywhere, and the blood that flowed out spread out sad and beautiful flowers.

She knelt on the ground with a sword lying flat beside her.The red hair was messily scattered behind her back, but even so, it didn't detract from her beauty.

Lying on her lap was a young man who was the one that the port Mafia had asked [Xiang] and Osamu Dazai about.

However, compared to the look in the photo, he is on the verge of death at this moment, and even those gentle eyes are a little absent-minded.

Probably hearing footsteps, he looked over here.

Ozaki Koyo also raised her head, reaching out to grab the sword beside her.

Jian Guanyi exhausted his last strength and held Ozaki Hongye's hand holding the sword: "No, use...just two passing children."

"Sorry..." He tried his best to smile at [Xing] and Osamu Dazai, and said intermittently, "Leave, let's go, this place...is very dangerous."

[Xing] Instead, he stopped because of his words.She bent down and asked, "Do you want to survive?"

"Xingjiang wants to save him?" Osamu Dazai asked with a smile: "Is it also because of his desire for life?" I don't know if it is [Xing's] illusion, but there is a subtle feeling in these words.

Before Jian Guanyi could speak, Koye Ozaki suddenly raised her eyes: "Can you save him?" Her eyes were bloodshot, like a drowning man grabbing the last straw.

Is it the supernatural ability of the healing department?Koyo Ozaki thought with a glimmer of hope.

[Xing] stretched out his hand, soft white light poured out, blood gradually appeared on his gray face: "Yes, but, I need a promise."

Koye Ozaki: "You say it."

"Protect this child." [Xing] pointed to Osamu Dazai beside him.She could tell that Ozaki Koye's swordsmanship was very good, not to mention that she possessed that kind of energy called "supernatural power".

Even Osamu Dazai showed surprise on his face: "Apricot jam?"

[Xing] turned his head, smiled at Osamu Dazai: "I always need to fall into a deep sleep, I don't feel at ease if Oji is like this. So, it would be best if I could find someone to watch over you for me."

Seeing Jian Guanyi gradually recovering, Ozaki Hongye agreed without hesitation: "Okay, I promise, I will protect this..."

"Aji... well, his full name is..." [Xing] thought for a while, and said accurately: "Osamu Dazai."

Soft white light caught her eyes as she said the name.In those eyes that were filled with life and death, there was only a small shadow at this moment.

When leaving Rabochi Street, Osamu Dazai asked [Xing] in a low voice: "Is it worth it? The energy recovered by Anko-chan's sleep during this period of time has been consumed a lot, right?"

"If it's for Aji, it will never be unworthy~" [Xing] said briskly.

Osamu Dazai's eyelashes trembled slightly.

How could there be such a foul person?Always be able to use the most relaxed and freehand tone to say such frank and straightforward words.

Such pure white people really... exist?

What if, what if she turned black, like him?

After that, [Xing] fell into a deep sleep for a while.

Fortunately, it didn't take long this time before he woke up.

Osamu Dazai told her: "Mr. Mori killed the previous leader of Port Mafia and took over Port Mafia. I am a witness. Sister Hongye became a cadre of Port Mafia and is helping him to renovate Port Mafia."

——Actually, he was the one who invited Koyo Ozaki to enter the port of Mafia.For the sake of [Xing], coupled with the "persuasion" of him and Mori Ogai, Koyo Ozaki agreed.Of course, he himself is also doing things for Mori Ogai, although in more cases it is the relationship between each other.

After Osamu Dazai finished speaking, he waited for [Xing]'s answer.

[Xing] Sure enough, he exploded: "He killed people, why did you let you watch? How can a child watch this? What if he has nightmares at night? Is he responsible?"

Such a reaction made Osamu Dazai feel like "as expected of her".

He chuckled softly, "What if I want to?"

"Then it's fine." [Xing] double-standarded confidently: "If Ah Zhi is willing, then he can."

Staring at her face, Osamu Dazai burst out laughing suddenly, the laughter became louder and louder until he bent over.

Such pure white, dyed black, will look good, right?he thinks.

[Xing] does not need sleep.In other words, she usually slept enough.It is more comfortable to be awake during the rare moment of waking up.

The bright moonlight is like gauze, reflected on the sea surface, ripples.The wind tonight is very gentle, as soft as waking up someone's dream.

[Xing] Dangling her legs, she turned her head and glanced at the black-haired boy curled up in the container. The 14-year-old boy is actually almost 1.7 meters tall. When he fell asleep, he shrunk into a small ball, like a homeless stray cat, looking extremely insecure.

"What habit... still living in a container."

[Xing] sighed, stretched out his hand, and spread his hands flat.The white light between the fingers is like the moonlight tonight, condensing into a warm blanket. [Xing] Carefully covered Osamu Dazai with a thin blanket, and was tucking in the last corner when her hand stopped.

Dazai opened his eyes at the same time.Those kite-colored eyes looked straight at the people not far behind [Xing].They held guns in their hands, and the fierce look on their faces showed their identities as outlaws.

Oops, Mr. Mori has gone too far recently.Those people actually found him here.

Dazai thought quietly.

He stretched out a hand from the thin blanket, and held [Xing]'s clothes corner, his slender eyelashes drooped to block the kite-colored malice in his eyes, and his tone was still coquettish as always: "Xingjiang~kill them."

"for me……"

"Kill them."

The black-haired boy's words were like the sighs of an elf under the moon, and also like the whispers of an abyssal demon, full of demagogic meaning.

The pure white "life" is too boring.

Come on, apricot jam, kill 'em and become like me.

[Xing] Stuffed Osamu Dazai's hands into the thin blanket, covered Osamu Dazai's eyes with the thin blanket, and smiled lightly as always: "It's okay, I'll take care of them. Aji, don't look, the source of life, Can't look directly."

She straightened up and turned to look at the group of ferocious desperadoes.

The white light emerged again, but it was no longer soft.Cold, cruel, stripping away life.

Within a moment, the group of people fell limply to the ground before they could even scream.All their vitality was taken away, their faces were terribly old, and when the wind blew, not even dust remained.

Dazai huddled under the thin blanket, listening to the movement outside.How would she react?Difficult to accept the fact that he killed himself?Or even worse... crash?

nothing.

[Xing] stretched her waist: "It's really boring. It's a pity that the other half is not here. She is 'dead', and she is much more proficient in this aspect than I am."

Osamu Dazai poked his head out from under the thin blanket, his black hair was messed up.