Big guys are my vests

Sen Ouwai was silent for a second, and said insincerely, "Then respect is worse than obedience."

Tsukimi Ritsu suppressed her smile, buttoned up her black top hat and got up, the wind swept across the back of the chair in an arc.

The three-flowered cat jumped on his shoulder at the right time and stamped its paws.

Mori Ogai walked slowly, reluctantly standing up.

Osamu Dazai was quite active, and Xiaotiao got off the baby chair, humming a song and walking ahead.

On the way back to the apartment with the three of them and one cat, Mori Ou put on a solid appearance, as if he couldn't hold back his curiosity, and asked, "May I ask, is Mr. Zhongyuan a mafia?"

Before Tsukimi Ritsu looked over, Mori Ogai bowed his back and waved his hands, haha, "I'm sorry I didn't mean to offend Nakahara-kun, but the mafia in my impression is all dressed in black..."

The three-flowered cat lowered its head and wiped its face with its paws, turning its head away not to want to see the dispirited apprentice.

Tsukimi Ritsu didn't take his performance seriously, and let out a vague "hmm".

Mori Ogai sighed softly, "That's great, Mr. Nakahara is a very powerful mafia. Unlike me who can't make ends meet, it's really hard to raise a child—"

"..."

If you want to become a doctor through me, you can just say so.

Tsukimi Ritsu was probably too straightforward, causing Mori Ogai to slow down his approach, so he changed the term.

"Mr. Mori also wants to become a mafia?"

Osamu Dazai squinted his eyes, the corners of his eyes lightly raised.

It's strange, obviously not an enthusiastic person, but every time he releases a signal at the right time.

Is it his disguise?

Mori Ogai also felt that something was wrong.

He evaded: "How can someone like me be qualified to be a mafia?"

Yuejian Risu simply took out the small dried fish and fed it to Sanhuamao, without replying.

As expected of a playwright, a simple one-step contact between you and me for several rounds can teach the other party to have a certainty in their minds.

"Chuya? Youren?" He pushed open the door of the apartment, and within a few days of living in, the apartment was full of traces of children's lives.

The game discs were stacked next to the TV, and some Gunpla models that had been disassembled and could not be put back together were placed on the table in bits and pieces.

Osamu Dazai glanced at the scattered boys toys ranging from three to 15 years old, and couldn't help twitching the corners of his mouth. He wouldn't want to get along with an idiot, would he?

Mr. Kensen really has to pay the price.

Hearing the sound, the little pink head came out from the crack in the door of the room first, and cheered: "Central Plains Central Plains!"

Yuzu Yuhito trotted to the living room, and found two strangers hurriedly stopped the car, sneaked behind Tsukimi Ritsu, scratching their heads in embarrassment.

"Brother." Nakahara Nakaya's cold eyes swept over Mori Ogai and Dazai Osamu, and Shan Shan greeted Tsukimi Ritsu.

"Mori Ogai, Chuya's probationary tutor." Tsukimi Ritou introduced.

Mori Ogai's eyes flickered, the two had the same name, and they both had a strong sense of separation.

He subconsciously considered it from the perspective of conspiracy theory, one of them was a clone, or both?

"May I ask the progress of Xiao Nakahara-kun's course..." Mori Ogai became curious.

"Zero." Nakahara Chuya hugged his chest and put on a look of complete resistance.

For some reason, when he saw the black-haired child beside Mori Ogai, he couldn't help being irritable.

"It's really stupid." Osamu Dazai whispered.

"Hey, you bastard!" Nakahara Chuya lowered his face, moving slightly according to his mood.

Ogai Mori and Osamu Dazai shrank their pupils at the same time. They noticed that the furniture around Nakahara Chuya floated a very small distance. After he received the water poured by Tsukimi Rishi, the furniture returned to its original place.

Can even clone with different abilities?

Mori Ogai was very curious about the laboratory behind them.

If he can use this to create an army that can be completely controlled by him...

Osamu Dazai's brain circuit jumped a step further than that of Mori Ogai. He basically believed that the two Central Plains were the products of the laboratory.

His eyes turned to the pink-haired child, so what about this one, did he also come out of a petri dish?

"I'll leave it to you, Chuya." Tsukimi Ritsu said to Nakahara Chuya, "Oda is working overtime today, and I'll pick up Atsushi."

Mori Ogai vaguely felt that he was ignored by others, including Osamu Dazai.

//

At two o'clock in the afternoon, it was time for Atsushi Nakajima to leave school.

There was no white-haired tiger cub in the kindergarten queue.

Tsukimi Ritsu glanced at his watch, turned on his phone, and clicked on the chat interface with Sonia.

The last message stuck in yesterday, Fyodor's dialog box.

[Is the world exposed by all desires extremely ugly? ——Sonia]

The hint has already been given, and in that case—

A man with a dark cross tattooed on his forehead stepped out of the darkness.

He chose to fight.

"Krollo" put on a gentle mask and walked towards the kindergarten teacher.

"Excuse me, miss, was Tun picked up by someone?" Yuejian Risu's lips curled up into a smile.

The teacher raised her head, her cheeks were slightly flushed under the focused eyes of the handsome and gentle young man, she lowered her head uncomfortably and pulled her hair by her ear.

"Dun was picked up by his uncle."

"I see, thank you." Tsukimi Ritsu nodded politely.

It was indeed Tatsuhiko Shibusawa.

Fyodor didn't know when he reached out to the port mafia and dragged Oda Sakunosuke with trivial tasks.

If no one notices, whether Atsuka Nakajima turns into a supernatural power crystal or Tatsuhiko Shibusawa dies, it will be beneficial and harmless to the Russians, and they will also test the true face of "Kurolo" by the way, killing three birds with one stone.

Where will it be?

Yuejian Risu scanned the chat records of the two of them, and made a decision in his heart.

A dilapidated church.

Atsushi Nakajima's eyes were reddish, holding back tears, looking at the unconcealable madness in the white-haired man's eyes and shivering.

Shibusawa Tatsuhiko adjusted the current level, picked up the electric shock device and stabbed Atsushi Nakajima tentatively.

A small electric current ran through the whole body. It was not painful but foreshadowed the torture to come. Nakajima's tears fell down and wet his neckline.

He thought of the dean's confinement room, which was so dark that there was no end in sight.

However, this time, Atsushi Nakajima did not hug his knees and curl up into a ball, gritted his teeth and endured.

"Don't!" His eyes faintly turned into vertical pupils, and his small canine teeth protruded.

Shibusawa Tatsuhiko saw the brilliant crystallization of supernatural powers through his body, and became more and more excited.

"Ha, that's it, the ability to guide all desires, so beautiful——"

He unconsciously let go of his hand, and the instrument fell off the table and rolled to his feet, no one cared.

Shibusawa Tatsuhiko stretched out his palm to the "Moonbeast", but Nakajima Atsushi bit the tiger's mouth hard.

Atsushi Nakajima stared straight at him, tears looming at the end of his eyes, but his eyes did not waver.

Shibusawa Tatsuhiko turned cold and pinched his jaw to force him to let go.

With the other hand holding Atsushi Nakajima's thin throat, the child was out of breath, his face flushed, and his breathing was as heavy as a bellows.

"Cough, cough..." Atsushi Nakajima blinked hard, he heard the tiger roaring, and his body showed faint signs of mutation.

He caught a glimpse of Shibusawa Tatsuhiko's blood-red eyes glowing brighter, as if he was waiting for Moonbeast to appear.

The brilliance gradually dimmed, and Atsushi Nakajima instinctively suppressed the urge to let the supernatural power go.

Suddenly, he remembered another existence in his body—Ai.

At first, Atsushi Nakajima tried to communicate with Ai, but there was basically no response.

The kid still sees Edo as an independent personality, just like his superhuman tiger.

"Accept their existence and live with them."

According to Oda Sakunosuke, Nakajima Atsushi shared joy with Ai from time to time, talking to himself seemed rather strange and didn't mind.

"Please," Atsushi Nakajima called softly in his heart, "do you hear my voice?"

He vaguely felt the response from Ai, but it was not real.

"E..."

Atsushi Nakajima called persistently, and finally, Ai opened Atsushi Nakajima's left eye.

Shibusawa Tatsuhiko stared closely at indefinable black eyes.

Shibusawa Tatsuhiko's expression froze, and there was a lingering black spot on his flawless jasper.

Damn flaws!

His hand was shaking with rage, and his fingertips almost poked into Atsushi Nakajima's black left eye.

"Give, give me, eyes—" Ai urged Atsushi Nakajima.

Shibusawa Tatsuhiko was stunned for a moment, but Fyodor didn't tell him the complete information about Ai.

All he knew was that something that was said to grant wishes had appeared in Yokohama.

It was later confirmed by people in the magic world that it was just a curse.

"Give me eyes—" Ai begged a second time.

An ominous premonition enveloped Shibusawa Ryuhiko, but he couldn't let go of his beautiful jade, Nakajima Atsushi's incomparably brilliant supernatural power.

Her lips were a little dry, and her throat seemed to be blocked by something.

Shibusawa Tatsuhiko knew that the thing occupying Atsushi Nakajima's body could not be allowed to continue, but how...

His eyes slid to the pointer of the current, and the corners of his lips gradually curled into a straight line.

Shibusawa Tatsuhiko turned the pointer to the far right, the maximum current.

There is a strange light in his eyes, as long as he can force out the supernatural power crystal in Atsushi Nakajima——

He picked up the instrument that fell to the ground, and probed towards Atsushi Nakajima inch by inch.

Squeak—the old and decayed door was overwhelmed, and it was slowly pushed open, revealing a few wisps of white light.

Atsushi Nakajima desperately turned his right pupil, looking towards the person coming and going, expecting to see a familiar face.

The man in the black robe landed step by step on the dusty ground, and the raised dust turned into elves shrouded in the sky, dancing around him.

"Kill Atsushi Nakajima, and Ai will completely occupy his body. You can't stop demanding, and you won't get the moon beast."

The black-haired man's voice was like a gurgling stream.

Not Oda, not Mr. Nakahara... Atsushi Nakajima's eyes darkened.

"Give me eyes—" Ai begged for the third time.

Shibusawa Ryuhiko turned his head stiffly, stared at him steadfastly, without saying a word.

"The last ten seconds of life." Facing Shibusawa Tatsuhiko, Tsukimi Rito lost the patience to be persuasive.

Everyone is not a good person, so there is no need to put on a hypocritical skin.

Leather shoes on the cracked floor.

Tick, tick, tick, time passed by second by second.

Tsukimi Risu threatened him simply and rudely: "Your only choice—to form a bond with me."

Shibusawa Tatsuhiko twitched the corner of his mouth, choosing one or the other is a choice, he has nowhere to go.

"I agree."

"very good."

[Task [-], the heir Shibusawa Tatsuhiko has been bound, and the character status has been updated. "The Thief's Intent" has been unlocked. 】

"Kurolo" raised his right hand lightly, and the simple and heavy pages of the book were extraordinarily sacred and solemn under the light of the stained glass.

"My name is Kuroro."

Shibusawa Tatsuhiko's eyes flickered, he had heard the name before, from Fyodor.

"People from the Holy Church Church." He said in a low voice.

[The target has a 10% recognition rate for the source of the tester, and the status of the character has been updated.Unlocks the ability "Teleportation". 】

Unexpected joy.

Yue Jian Risu was half regretful, originally he planned to throw people out of the window in order to get away from Ai quickly.

"There is only one way to interrupt a demand."

Tsukimi Ritsu bent down, and slowly untied Nakajima Atsushi's restraint rope in front of him.

"If you stay away from Ai, you will force a suspension until you meet Atsushi Nakajima again."

Tsukimi Ritou's voice fell, and Shibusawa Tatsuhiko appeared in the confession room.

The black-haired man ignored Atsushi Nakajima who was trotting away, and instead stretched out his hand to open the door of the confession room, looking at Fyodor who was drinking tea in the priest's seat.

"What do you say, my Sonia?"