Port Mafia executives have something to say

"Hisaku Yumeno... As a highly dangerous mind-manipulating supernatural power user, we, the Supernatural Secret Service Division, have the right to regulate his activities..."

She didn't continue talking, but raised her gun——

At the same time, a black and purple handprint appeared on the neck of the cashier lady.

And Kusaku, who was held hostage by the man next to him, suddenly started to sing at this moment, the delicate voice of a child was very clear in the tense atmosphere of the shop at this time, "【Bird in a cage, bird in a cage—】"

With the giggles as she walks like a broken puppet, under the cool lighting in the store, you can see the hollow and ghostly expression of the cashier lady.

And two blood-red tear stains that seemed to be crying, started from the corners of the eyes and spread down to almost the entire face. Coupled with the godless eyes, it gave people a strange sticky feeling that they had strayed into the swamp deep in the dark forest.

"[The door of the birdcage, when will it reopen——]"

Hisaku gently pushed away the muzzle of the gun against his forehead, and the man who was almost twice his height was as obedient as an obedient lamb--if you look carefully, the man's face also had the same expression as that of the cashier lady. bloodstains.

"Captain? Are you all right?"

Someone sensed that something was wrong, and slowly approached with a gun on guard, and was shot in the head by the "captain" he called in the next second.

Immediately afterwards, the two agents of the Supernatural Secret Service Division, who were bleeding blood and tears, began to shoot at their companions without hesitation.

"what happened?!"

"Captain! Ono!"

Because the attack was too sudden, many people in the store who reacted slowly were killed on the spot, but most of them temporarily saved their lives by relying on shelves and other shelters.

"It's Yumeno Hisaku's ability!"

The team attacked by their companions was in turmoil for a while, but as expected of the country's premier official organization that specializes in dealing with people with supernatural abilities, its members quickly regained their composure and took action with a clear division of labor.

"Call the commander! This is the second receiving team in Yokohama..."

"—[V]"

I'm not a display, and of course I won't let these people report to the Supernatural Secret Service Division to ask for reinforcements.

"It's 'Red Tide'...! Gupu—"

After making the most basic waves in a small area and knocking them down, behind the two hallucinated people, I found Kusaku who was playing hopscotch with marble floor tiles from the supermarket.

"Come on!"

"why?"

He has an innocent face, and the left hand holding the blade is stained with distressing blood.

But Kusaku didn't seem to feel anything about it, he didn't show the slightest expression of enduring the pain, and even pouted very unhappy, complaining that the speed of the agents I put down on the ground was too fast,

"Obviously there are so-so many people who are willing to play with me, and Mr. Mori rarely allows me to do as I like today, and Mr. Deep Sea even knocked them out..."

I ignored Mitsukusaku's mumblings to himself, after all, who is not a sick girl?

There is only one point of focus that interests me.

He said "Mr. Mori", so there was only one leader of the port mafia.

But that man, recently, has been devastated by the large and small conflicts between Mafia and Baidao at the port. Even when we had dinner together two days ago, he still gave us thousands of instructions, absolutely prohibiting organizations like the Supernatural Secret Service Division. For the enemy?

Could it be that another traitor appeared in the organization?Or did the exiled A secretly make another trick?

You can't tell me that it's Dazai who is too idle to make trouble, right?

If he really dares to joke about the survival of the organization at this juncture, I will turn him into a marinated mackerel when I go back tonight...!

"Did the leader tell you that himself?"

"Yes--"

"..."

This turn of events confuses me, but at least now I know the kid's cut hand needs immediate attention.

But when I reached out to pull him, I was dodged.

"Kusaku...?"

"Are you taking me back again?"

The cute child tilted his head and asked innocently, but I was keenly aware of the icy tingling in his eyes looking over at him... Does Kusaku have murderous intentions towards me?

"I don't want to go with them and I don't want to be taken back,"

Kusaku circled around the man and woman who were still trapped in the endless illusion, as if playing a game, and started circling them round and round.

That grimacing puppet, which was soaked in blood and tears like the one being manipulated, began to appear in his hands again at some point... I just saw it was torn and thrown in a corner...?

"Because Mr. Mori and Mr. Dazai know how to lock me up and lock me in the room all day long,"

"No one talks to me, everyone is afraid of me and hates me,"

"The only grown-ups who 'play' with me are scary—"

"..."

Following his accusatory words, I couldn't help but think of the days when I was still living with that lord before being imprisoned in the Avengers Prison... how similar it was to what he described.

But because of this, I couldn't let him go.

"It won't go on like this again."

As if he heard my words, Hisakuzu suddenly stopped, his eyes full of confusion almost ignored everything, "I won't go on like this...?"

"Will you stay with me? Will you stay with Kusaku all the time? Will...will you play with me?"

"Although I'm not very good at playing hide-and-seek, I will learn."

I half-squatted down, looked at his childish and puzzled eyes, and unconsciously said what the very gentle man who passed through my life like a shooting star once told me:

"'Humans are not mindless weapons.'"

"'Great power is not only for destruction.'"

"……Really?"

"real."

I picked up Kusaku who seemed to have been appeased successfully, and began to figure out how to report to my old father so that I could pull him over to raise him... Cough, take care of him by myself, "Since I can do it, you can do the same."

"[The sun in the night, the moon in the day—crawls and tortoises, falling to the ground—]"

Hisakuku, who suddenly started humming a nursery rhyme, raised his head from his arms and looked at me. Immediately afterwards, he slowly spread out a strange smile that was almost identical to the ghost-faced puppet in his hand.

"Gentle Mr. Deep Sea, I really like—"

He said.

"But, I hate peace."

"When we were in the hospital before, when everyone was friendly and peaceful, we would hate Kusaku together. No matter how you tell those children that Kusaku is tired, hungry, and sad, they still have to be pulled up to play games..."

"Very, very [pleasure/pain] game."

"It's only when they quarrel with each other that everyone forgets about Kusaku and leaves me alone."

"Hey, Mr. Fukami, did I do something wrong? Why do you treat Kusaku like this?"

I felt a bit sore in my chest, and I opened my mouth but couldn't speak.

When I was young, I didn’t have much chance to get in touch with children of the same age. If I insisted on talking about my peers, it was the most hated Dianbo sauce in the world around the adult and…… who also lived in the hospital for a long time and also liked to hug. Dolls For Rabbit, Daisy.

Sometimes you've done nothing wrong, it's just that a child's cruelty is more terrifying than an adult's.

Jiuzao let out a long sigh pretending to be mature, and then changed back to a happy look the next second, "I found out later."

"The nurse who is in charge of taking care of everyone complained like this to the person on the other side during the phone call."

He fiddled with the grimacing puppet in front of his face, while imitating it in a flat, grown-up tone.And the star-like left eye, from behind the puppet, peeped at my expression or the world like a cry,

"'It's because the current social system is so good, these little devils can eat and drink without doing anything, they know how to mess around every day, and in the end I will serve them'."

"..."

The mind of a child is just like that of a rabbit, it is very afraid of loneliness.

If the world does not treat them gently and correctly, no matter how gorgeous flowers will bloom in the future, what will flow will only be poisonous honey.

"Mr. Deep Sea wants me to do what I want, right?" He unconsciously fiddled with his puppet and lowered his head, as if admitting his mistake, "But I just want to destroy the current society."

--this is not right.

But even if it was such a feeble sentence, I felt so guilty that I couldn't say it at all.

After all, the "I" at that time did something even more terrifying than his wish at this time.

"In this way, more people will come to play with me every day, right?"

As if he had made up his mind, he put his arms around his neck and gently hugged me back, rubbing against me like a small animal that doesn't know how to be vigilant.

"Although it hurts a little bit when everyone plays with me, Kusaku will work hard to endure it."

"Kusaku, you...?"

Only then did I realize that at some point, he actually covered his chest with erected blades.

With the action of embracing just now, some of those overly sharp razor blades fell to the ground, while some pierced deeply into his skin, and the blood was slowly soaking the white dress we picked together earlier. nice clothes.

Black and purple handprints appeared on my wrist.

The posture of the handprint seems to be pulling me away from this sinful world, and it seems that the child in front of me has no one to ask for help, and can only extend a longing hand to someone like me.

And with the sound of cotton being torn in the next second, and the sound of the grimacing doll suddenly laughing sharply, the child covered in scars also smiled at this time and sang the nursery rhyme "Bird in a Cage" to me the last sentence of

"[Who is the person behind——]"

"!!!"

My head immediately ached violently.

It was like someone was splitting my skull with an ax; it was like being held on a saw and pulled back and forth.

To describe it more accurately, it is that the seeds that had been planted in my brain have finally begun to germinate, and under the catalysis of [Brain Hell], the branches and leaves are so flourishing that they will burst my head.

Immediately, I felt that all the strength in my body was drained by this sudden sharp pain, and I could only fall to the ground with weak hands and feet.

I don't know if I screamed out, but I was almost in a trance because of the pain...

I heard an all-too-familiar sweet voice.

"Ah, Jing-chan~ Long time no see."

The author has something to say:

*Japanese nursery rhyme "Bird in a Cage", here is a little modification, you can try to sing along with the song "Sakura" (///▽///)

Kusaku's past was privately recommended based on his official files.

He was only 13 years old when he first appeared on the scene, what he hates is peace and society? ? ?

This is no longer a problem of the second term, it is completely taught badly when I was a child! ! !

In the 15-year-old novel, Kusaku’s performance is vaguely [spiritually abnormal]. For example, when Dazai strikes up a conversation with him, he doesn’t even pay attention to the reasoning in front of his eyes, and then he suddenly becomes happy. , chaos], annoying things [self, peace, hospital]... In short, it is a private establishment.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry, the author is so stupid, I thought the manuscript box would be updated the next day, I forgot to set the time——

感谢在2020-04-1712:00:00~2020-04-1812:00:00期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who irrigates the nutrient solution: wow, wow, wow? 20 bottles; 10 bottles of pomegranate;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!