Wutai's happiness lies in persecution

It was a sunny, cloudless day.

On this auspicious day for meeting one's true destiny, Osamu Dazai plunged into the Tsurumi River.

Then it was picked up by a beautiful and kind lady.

Brought home.

When he was about to be stripped of his clothes, he woke up just in time.

The little girl hugged her brother's clothes with a blushing face and said, "I... I'm afraid you'll catch a cold, so I want to change you into clean clothes."

"It's very dangerous to randomly pick up a strange man and go home."

The man has a gentle and handsome appearance, but when he said this sentence, his eyes were deep, and the smile on his lips was mysterious and dangerous, as if he came from another world.

The girl thought of the gun in the opponent's pocket, and her face turned pale, but was stabilized by the opponent's face.

"Would you do something dangerous to me?"

Not knowing what to think about again, her face turned red strangely.

"Of course not. If the kind lady is willing to let me wear the clothes in your hand, please pass it to me." Restraining his expression, Osamu Dazai smiled weakly, almost instantly arousing the other party's pity the danger of forgetting him.

"You seem to be seriously injured. In addition to the things in the medical kit, if you need anything else, I can buy it right away."

Osamu Dazai, who was not injured, looked at the bandages in the medical bag, and smiled sincerely: "No need, these are enough."

Osamu Dazai, who came out after taking a bath and changing clothes, wanted to take his own things and leave directly, but he smelled the aroma of crabs.

The savior of the virtuous and good cook asked like an angel, "Would you like something to eat?"

"thanks for treatment."

During the meal, Osamu Dazai chatted with his younger sister about his brother.

Although both of his parents died when he was young, he has always been excellent in character and learning, motivated and active. He just graduated from university and is looking for a job everywhere.There is a sister who is kind and innocent like a little white flower.

The siblings are ordinary people in a world of ordinary people.

So when Osamu Dazai left, he kindly took his gun and threw it into the river.

There is no story about the life-saving grace promised by the body.

Because there are dozens of girls who save him every year, and they can't make it, and they can't each be issued a number plate and take turns being each other's boyfriend.

Osamu Dazai looked at the sky, and calculated with his fingers that his partner Chuya Nakahara's mission should be over at this moment.

He put on a long black wig borrowed from his little sister's house, and a sun hat, and walked on the road weakly. From the outside, he was a delicate androgynous beauty.

He was going to touch Ci Zhongyuan Chuya's car.

When the other party thought he had bumped into him and ran out in a panic and begged him not to die, he suddenly opened his mouth to scare the other party.

The plan was perfect, but he didn't expect to be bumped ahead of time.

When he found out that there was a car accident not far ahead, he got into the woods and planned to take a shortcut to see the excitement and study.

After getting out of the intersection from a certain parking garage to the highway, Osamu Dazai had no time to look around when a gust of wind blew just right, raising his thick wig to cover his sight.

What's even more coincidental is that the owner of a Lamborghini coming out of the garage habitually stepped on the accelerator, and then slammed on the brakes when he saw him.

Osamu Dazai, who had nothing to do after soaking in the Tsurumi River for several hours, was hit with broken legs and was unable to move.

In order to avoid being inhumanely ridiculed by Chuya Nakahara when he knew about this incident, Osamu Dazai immediately chose tactical amnesia.Adopted the persona of a savior's elder brother and turned into a harmless and gentle young man who knew nothing except his name and basic common sense.

Gojo Satoru, who was scolded bloody by his elders and had to come here with a fruit basket and secretary, was surprised to pick a longan from the fruit basket and eat it after hearing that the other party lost his memory: "I didn't hit his head, no Could it be Porcelain?"

"Please pay attention to the wording. This is the result obtained after the test and the doctor's diagnosis." After the blond secretary next to him scolded him severely, he asked the doctor for details.

"Before the patient was hit by a car, he had suffered a lot of injuries, and there was congestion everywhere in the body, including the brain. After the car accident, the injuries were exacerbated and new injuries were caused. It is possible under the influence of various factors. Amnesia. The diagnosis of amnesia was confirmed after consultation with a professional psychiatrist."

This hospital was originally a private hospital under the Wutiao consortium, so it naturally carried out all-round inspections on the person who was hit by the head of the family.

Gojo Satoru flipped through the test results and detailed diagnosis instructions, and his eyes widened as he looked at it. Just when others thought he finally understood guilt, he suddenly said, "This is a medical miracle."

It's all like this, that person still had so much strength to grab his hand that was stretched over to check the situation, and it was bruised from his pinching.

Secretary and doctor: "..."

Wouldn't there be any problems if this kind of person became the head of the consortium?

Nanami Kento stuffed the fruit basket into Gojo Satoru's hands: "I will be on a business trip overseas in the next month, and I hope you can often visit this gentleman who suffered such a crime because of you, and properly handle the follow-up things."

He re-read the three words "because of you", hoping to get a little attention from the other party. If it weren't for the overseas work being so important that it was not suitable for others to do it, he wanted to handle the follow-up by himself.

Gojo Satoru: "No problem, I can do it."

Mr. Secretary, who knew his character well, took a deep look at him, and went with him to the ward to visit the victim of "amnesia" after the tragic car accident.

In the luxurious VIP ward, a young man in a blue striped hospital gown leaned on the hospital bed and looked at the scenery outside the window. His exquisite face exposed sideways was pale and bloodless, and his whole body exuded a sense of melancholy and poignancy.

Worrying.

Although this is the property of the Wujo family, the nurse in the ward looked at her big boss like a scumbag.

And Gojo Satoru only felt that it was not for nothing that he initially thought of this person as the woman who came to touch his luxury car. Looking at this demeanor, it was no different from the miserable little white flower that was torn by the wind and rain.

Nanami Kento calmly pulled away someone's hand trying to steal the longan, and put the fruit basket on the table: "Mr. Dazai, are you feeling okay now?"

Osamu Dazai turned his head and covered his face in pain: "It's not dead."

How can he live like this!

Nanami Kento's eyes became serious.

It seems that there is indeed something wrong with the brain, and I don't know if the negotiation is useful.

"Please ask the doctor and the nurse to go out for a while, we have something to discuss with this gentleman."

The nurse gave him a look like a big villain, cursed "evil capitalism" in her heart, and went out honestly.

Osamu Dazai smiled with a pale face, and his eyes showed just enough fear and bewilderment, as if he only knew from the conversation just now that one of these two people was the one who inflicted harm on him.

"You really don't remember anything?"

Him: "My name is Osamu Dazai."

"what about others?"

He just shook his head.

The blond-haired secretary exudes an elite social animal atmosphere, and he doesn't have much emotion when he speaks. Even when he is dealing with the boss's personal affairs, he has a sense of business.

"Then you don't know the origin of your multiple gunshot wounds?"

The young man's eyes became even more frightened and bewildered.

"We sympathize with your experience, but this car accident was not intentional by my boss, and you are not entirely responsible. In addition to providing your medical expenses, we will also provide you with a temporary residence, and during your Protect you before restoring your memory. The condition is that you will not pursue Mr. Gojo's legal responsibility."

Osamu Dazai lamented that there was a secretary who was not easy to fool around the bully, and he still nodded gratefully: "I understand, thank you."

Then signed without reading the agreement.

It's good that someone is willing to cover his whereabouts for him now, and he will go back when he recovers. In the future, there will be more ways to retaliate without taking legal channels.Although it is true that a large part of the responsibility for this matter lies with him who suddenly bumped into the car, but he is not a good person in the first place.

The secretary simply left after dealing with it.

Gojo Satoru, who was arranged together, unhappily took out a banana from the fruit basket, peeled it and ate it, his white eyelashes fluttered like butterfly wings, and he glanced at Osamu Dazai with picky eyes: "Give up, I like women, you No matter how good-looking you are, I won't fall in love with you."

Osamu Dazai: "...huh?"

Looking at the human-like appearance, why is the brain not so good?

Gojo Satoru refused to communicate with him, but took out his mobile phone and sat in the ward and started playing games. After playing for two hours, he ate half of the fruit and left.

And so on for the rest of the week.

In addition to bringing something different every day.

Probably because he was ordered to take care of and accompany the patient with a feeling of repentance. When he came over, his hands should not be empty. Gojo Satoru would carry something casually every day.

The first day was fruit, the second day was cake, the third day was snacks, and the fourth day was probably taught a lesson. I brought a bouquet of yellow roses, and then I tore them off one by one during the game. What's more, I don't know who cooked the tonic soup, but Osamu Dazai didn't drink it, and he threw it away.

Gojo Satoru has successfully transformed from the dream husband of all unmarried women in the hospital to a villain who destroys innocent beautiful men.

Only he knows that someone can actually dodge, but suddenly he falls forward as if he was blind and lost his balance and is hit by his car.

If you talk about Pengci, he didn't extort money from him except for the medical expenses. If you talk about avoiding the pursuit, this person stays here without panic at all, as if he really lost his memory and has no contact with anyone.

I don't understand.

But it's nice to stay here and not have to work.

Probably God couldn't get used to the president's leisurely life, and Osamu Dazai was able to go home for recuperation after being released from the ICU for less than a week.

He still has "amnesia" and has nowhere to go, and he needs to be taken care of in a wheelchair, so Gojo Satoru had no choice but to take him home.

As soon as he entered the door, he heard the butler make an exaggerated voice: "It's so touching, young master... he actually brought a living person back!"

Osamu Dazai showed an awkward yet polite smile: "Bringing a dead person back is a ghost story."

The butler wiped the tears off his face, and told the truth: "I didn't mean that, mainly because of the young master's personality, it is a miracle that he can make friends. After so many years, no one wants to come back with him as a guest, are you first one."

Osamu Dazai pointed to his leg: "He hit it."

The butler stared wide-eyed: "Young master, did he actually degenerate to this point?! In order to take you home, he actually broke your leg!"

Gojo Satoru: "Your salary is gone this month."