In Shimokutagawa, the name is...

Although Osamu Dazai guessed that Akutagawa, the current Yokohama conscious body, could not allow the fog to fill Yokohama, he really didn't think that the other party would actually kill him directly, but that's okay, he is also very afraid of pain, so he can suffer less One knife is one knife less.

The young man with Xuebin looked coldly at Ryuhiko Shibusawa who was backhand stabbed by him, and took a step back, but nothing happened.He narrowed his eyes slowly, staring at the other person with those frosty eyes? Those sickly red pupils.

"That's how it is." The coat on his body was blown up by the cold wind through the cracked glass window, extending like waves in the sea under the night.The young man sneered slightly mockingly, "No wonder I can't find any trace of you? You're not human at all, you?"

"You? What?!" Shibusawa Ryuhiko hadn't had time to pull out the blade in his abdomen, when he suddenly heard those words like a thunderbolt, like a basin of cold water being poured over his head.He widened his red pupils in a dazed and frightened manner, looking? even a bit like a frightened rabbit.

"Wow." Dazai Osamu exclaimed from the side, he really? Didn't expect the other party? It's not a human thing.

"I wondered from the beginning, you? You should have been killed by Atsushi Nakajima in that orphanage long ago, how could you appear in Yokohama again." The young man suppressed the extremely hoarse voice, like a poisonous snake Tuxin, "But it's okay, you? This guy who is just a supernatural body, it's really easy to deal with."

He quickly grabbed the collar of Osamu Dazai, who seemed to be watching a drama with his chin resting on his side, and threw him directly at the opponent before he had time to react.

Not good, Dostoevsky's face changed, but the next second the young man's eyes, which looked like two obsidian burning in flames, fixed him firmly.

"It's time for us to settle the score." The young man slowly elongated his tone, and the corners of his mouth curved into a cold arc.

"Hiss! Pain, pain, pain!" Osamu Dazai was unpreparedly thrown onto that person, and stretched out his hand reflexively wanting to grab something, and finally touched Shibusawa Ryuhiko's skin.In the next second, the figure of the other party gradually turned into a golden spot of supernatural power, Osamu Dazai fell to the ground, and something hard hit his waist.

He raised his hand to grab it, and looked at a skull with three paw prints on it.

"Wow! What is this? It's so disgusting!" Osamu Dazai shook his hands immediately. When he went back, he must wash his hands, absolutely must wash them hundreds of times.

"Does the devil actually have a hobby of collecting dead heads? It's really scary." Osamu Dazai kicked the skull with his shoe as if accidentally, making it hit the wall with a crisp sound.

"The evil dog of the port mafia, I thought it would be Dazai-kun's running dog, but I didn't expect it." The Russian didn't seem to be panicked. He put one hand in the pocket of his coat and even smiled with great interest. Looking at the pale skin of the young man, it seems that through a thin layer of bluish white, you can see the bottom? Flowing mournful blood. "It's really a terrible look. Is this what you've been pretending all along?"

Dazai Osamu's eyes flickered slightly, and he smiled and put his arms around his arms, standing aside: "Oh, Majin-kun, I advise you? Don't talk nonsense? Oh, it's no good to offend this Akutagawa-kun. oh."

"Oh, Dazai-kun, I thought you? would understand me very well." Dostoevsky tilted his head, showing an innocent smile, "well, although you? The city, but not necessarily next time."

"So, are you going to arrest me? Are you arresting the Port Mafia or the Special Service Division?" He smiled, "I don't have any weapons."

"Do you think that I will let you enjoy the prison comfortably? How could there be such a good thing." The young man who had been staring at him with that kind of vicious gaze sneered, and he slowly stretched out his hand, Five fingers spread out, palm? Up.

What looked like a book was spinning in his palm.

The expressions of Osamu Dazai and Dostoevsky really changed: "Book?!"

"You? You actually got the book?"

Osamu Dazai opened his mouth, and the guard of the special affairs department who broke through the supernatural ability took out the sealed book without disturbing anyone. It was more powerful than he imagined.

"My people have disappeared..." The young man's tone was very calm, but Osamu Dazai observed the unsteady madness and anger in the other's pupils.Oops, if the city ideology is directly related to the city's people, then if most of the ordinary citizens are suddenly lost, the ideology will definitely get out of control.

"Then, you? Go? Bury them with them." He took a sudden step forward, reached out and grabbed the Russian by the collar, the back of his hand was stretched with blue veins, and his two smoke-gray pupils seemed to be shrouded in a storm. At night, the wind howled and the turbid waves emptied.In the palm of the other hand, the pages of the book moved without wind, and the building began to shake unsteadily.

Even when he was grabbed by the collar, Fyodor did not forget to observe the other party.He finally noticed some clues this time: "You? It's not that Hong Kong/Black evil dog."

"Heh." The young man's expression became more and more crazy, and the arc of the corner of his mouth was raised to the extreme. He viciously pressed the Russian man hard on the floor? He pressed the opponent's head directly and crushed the floor tiles.The anger that had been suppressed all this time finally reached the breaking point. The young man squatted down halfway, staring at those hateful purple-red pupils.

"Who am I? You? Have no right to know who I am."

The sound of the pages turning in his hand became louder and louder, as if the wind was blowing.The building was shaking so unstable that Osamu Dazai almost fell to the ground.Through the broken glass window, he found that the white mist gradually disappeared outside, but the ground that appeared in the visible field began to crack and the soil sank.

No way!Osamu Dazai's expression was instantly terrified, this was not in his plan!

"Akutagawa-kun!" He looked at the young man over there. His chest heaved greatly, and the fingers holding the demon's collar turned white. Blood was stained on his hands.

"Osamu Dazai, I will send you away now." The young man took the time to glance at him, and the pages of the book in the palm of his hand began to emit a soft white light.Osamu Dazai noticed that the pupils of the other party's eyes had turned red like bloodshot, and he knew what the other party wanted to do.Lost? The blow of a large number of people caused the city's consciousness to die with the culprit.

"Wait Akutagawa-kun, those ordinary people are not dead, they will come back when the white mist dissipates." Osamu Dazai hurriedly pressed the opponent's arm, he didn't want Yokohama to disappear.

"Really?" The book in his palm finally stopped flipping. Osamu Dazai heaved a sigh of relief in his heart, and looked at the Russian who was a little unconscious after being hit by it. Seizing the child in the mouth, jumping on the bottom line, "Is it true, you? You should be able to feel now that those people are back."

The young man closed his eyes, and after a second, he opened them again: "I feel the connection with the people, and they have indeed returned."

His tone returned to the calm and cool before, and Osamu Dazai breathed a sigh of relief from the bottom of his heart.

"However, this guy cannot be forgiven." He grabbed the other party's collar again, "I know you can hear that Yokohama belongs to me, and if you dare to mess with my city, you ? Go back to Siberia and dig potatoes?"

The youth's gloomy pupils are like an abyss devouring dry bones, without a trace of luster.

"Now, get out of my Yokohama!"

He ignored the other party's expression as if he wanted to say something, and flicked the other party suddenly, the book in his hand shone with dazzling light, so bright that even Osamu Dazai couldn't help but close his eyes.

After the light faded, Osamu Dazai opened his eyes again.

The Russians who were beaten half to death by? have disappeared, leaving only the young man standing alone.

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