God is still on the way to recovery

This was the most comfortable sleep Uramo had slept in the past few days.

The warm wind floats, and the dark fragrance floats in. The body is lying on the soft grass, and the surrounding grass is a bed. You can turn over however you want.

Everything was perfect except for some little bugs that seemed to be crawling around his face all the time.

Waking up around noon, Uramo rubbed his eyes, vaguely remembering that he seemed to be chatting with Gojo Satoru before he lost consciousness, but he couldn't remember what they were talking about.

"Mao is awake," Knotaba Yuhito was the first to notice the other party's movement, "I'm going to investigate a movie theater case with Mr. Qihai in the afternoon, and I was still thinking about waking you up just now."

"Just call me, I'm going back to do the quizzes too." Mu Mao let out a slow hache, and stood up with tears in his eyes.

"Teacher Wutiao told you to sleep a little longer. I only knew it from the teacher. Are you unable to sleep every night? You should pay attention to the adjustment of your biological clock before the exam. It is not necessarily efficient to just brush the questions."

"It's okay, it's just anxiety and insomnia. After the exam, there's nothing else to do." After saying that, Miao Mao rushed over and grabbed Gojo Wu's sleeve.

Gojo Satoru was very generous with his left-handed student and his right-handed junior, and easily led them back to his house in Tokyo.

After lunch, Mao Mao went to Pingtian with the test paper in his arms, and the other party said that he had found the final high mathematics test paper that the teacher who wrote the question had given to the Donggong undergraduate class. From the question, he could read the teacher's question Style, it can probably tell what routine the other party will follow to ask questions this year.

The cram school in Pingtian was opened near Mingde Yijuk High School. When Mao Mao was looking for someone, he saw two students wearing the uniform of Mingde Yijuk High School coming out of the cram school. Seeing that the top students would also consider giving themselves in their spare time. Working overtime to make up lessons, Mao Mao strengthened his determination to work overtime until the exam.

The second floor is a two-meter-wide corridor, with two study rooms and an office on the left.

Miao Mao was familiar with the road and was going to open the classroom door to find his own seat. Suddenly he glanced at the old cherry tree downstairs, and a familiar figure slumped past.

In a long black windbreaker, slightly curly hair sticks to the cheeks, covering the eyebrows and eyes, and the other party's neck and wrists are wrapped with bandages.

The boy was stunned, the hand that half opened the door dropped, and whispered in disbelief: "...Mr. Dazai?"

U-turning almost immediately, Urashige ran down the stairs.

The phone rang, and it was Tsubota-sensei who called, because he had agreed with Ushio to solve the problem at two o'clock in the afternoon, but when he saw Osamu Dazai, Ushio immediately forgot about this agreement.

"Sorry teacher, I'm in a hurry, I'm going late today, I'm really sorry."

While apologizing, Ushio searched for Osamu Dazai in the crowd. The other person was about the same age as him, but he was Anna's former boss, and he was a person whom Ushio respected very much.

A few months ago, Osamu Dazai disappeared while on a mission.

Anna and the others reported "missing", but the first report was "defected".

Based on his several years of acquaintance experience, Makimo assures that Osamu Dazai is not someone who would run away, either it has been brewing for a long time, or...

In the afternoon, the streets of Tokyo were crowded with people. Most of them wore scarves and masks, and the white breath they exhaled floated in the air. The facial coverings made it impossible to see the facial expressions.

Uramo stood on the troubled cross street, struggling to see the unfamiliar faces. In winter, most of the people dressed in dark colors. It was really difficult to find a man wearing a black trench coat in such an environment.

Choosing to sit on the edge of a flower bed by the side of the road, Urashige put himself in a state of concentration, and opened the listening authority very carefully.

If it wasn't for looking for Osamu Dazai, he would not be willing to start listening in a crowded place.

In the past, we used to select regular people to listen to, or select keywords from many listens to search. It is a terrible workload to find useful information in such a turbulent flow of people.

The surroundings were quiet for a few seconds, and Uramo could only hear his own low breathing. Suddenly, countless words exploded, and a huge amount of information flooded him, drowning all thoughts in an instant.

"I'm going on a date with Li-chan tonight, I hope it goes well!"

"The customer was robbed, bastards in the sales department, I pray to God and curse you!"

"I don't want to go to class at all, I hope the teacher won't randomly check the Internet cafes today~"

"Was that handsome boy injured just now? His body is covered in bandages. May God bless him."

"Bless me for success, I'm going to steal this wallet—"

stop!

Uramo took a deep breath, picked up a stone from the flower bed, and threw it at the thief who was about to steal the wallet, not intending to bless him.

The stone hit the thief's foot, frightening the thief, and the wallet in his hand fell to the ground in an instant. The owner finally noticed and immediately raised his hand and grabbed the thief's collar.

"Bastard! Brat!" The angry pickpocket looked for the figure of the boy who dared to throw stones at him, but there was no one beside the flower bed.

Uramo ran in the direction of the man who was praying that the handsome guy with the bandage would be okay, and kept searching for the keyword bandage at the same time.

"Xiao Bao is seriously injured, I hope the bandage can be removed in the follow-up visit tomorrow."

"Will wearing a plaster bandage affect my performance? Bless me for a smooth interview!"

"That man looks weak, with bandages all over his neck and arms... But the windbreaker is a brand-name product, so you must bless me to snatch it—"

Panting, Mao Mao rushed to the alley not far away.

At a dark corner, a man with a Mediterranean haircut and his coat sleeves greasy and wrinkled was slowly approaching the tall and thin young man holding a fruit knife.

"Be good, I don't want anything else, just take off your clothes and give it to me." The knife was pressed against the young man's abdomen, and the assailant threatened in a low voice, making a gesture to cover the other's mouth to prevent the young man from calling for help.

"Undress? Don't~" Tilting his head slightly, the pale young man's tone was weak, but his iris-colored eyes were extraordinarily bright. "I only undress for beautiful ladies, wretched uncle, please go away, please?"

"Stop talking nonsense!" Seeing that he was too soft, the man planned to be tough, and wanted to grab the other party's collar to tear off the expensive trench coat and take it away.

Suddenly, the sound of small trots came, and there was a breathless warning: "You, you stop, I, I want to report, call the police—"

Due to the speaker's exhausted appearance, this threat does not have any deterrent effect, and it is even a bit comical.

"Pfft."

The tall and thin young man who was pressed against his abdomen by the knife laughed very shamelessly.

"Too, too much——" Dazai Osamu's heartless appearance pierced Ushio's heart, he finally stood up straight, but saw the robber's gaze fell on him.

Uh... why do I have a bad feeling?

"Gem studs...you stinking brats are so damn rich."

Ushimo took a small step back, only to see the robber loosen Dazai Osamu's collar, and strode towards him instead.

"Uncle, I'm not a bad person, I just want to get something valuable, you take off the earrings yourself, don't force me to do it—"

The shining knife was poked in front of him, and Uramo was stunned.

Is this considered to be delivered to the courier?Why didn't you think about it, excluding those strange abilities and passives, he is actually a sports waste who has no strength to restrain a chicken and will never pass 1000 meters?

This type is the easiest for robbers to target, okay?He is not as high as Dazai Zhizhi, of course the prisoners are more willing to find someone like him to kill him!

"Mr. Dazai...Huh??"

He was about to ask his acquaintances to call the police for help, but from the corner of his eye, he saw Osamu Dazai with his hands in his pockets as if nothing had happened, swaggering about to flash away.

This, dead friends are not dead poor? ?

It's too much--

Uramo suddenly realized that his evaluation of the former mafia cadre in the past few years seemed to have been greatly deviated.In the past, he didn't understand why Mr. Chuya Nakahara and Mr. Osamu Dazai were not on the same board, but now he suddenly understood the thoughts of the cadre with good taste in top hats.

Seeing that the other party really planned to leave like this, Miao Mao had no choice but to look back, looked at Mr. Robber in front of him, and said after a while, "Your daughter Mei Shu is now lying on a hospital bed. During the days when you ran away from home, your wife She ran away with her lover, Mei Shu got the flu and was sent to the hospital by the landlord, there should be time for you to rush there now..."

Osamu Dazai walked very slowly, barely leaving a few meters.

When Uramo caught up and grabbed the corner of the other party's windbreaker, Dazai turned his head leisurely, and he could even see the robber crying and throwing his knife, stumbling towards the bus stop.

"What did you do to others, you cry so sadly." The tall and thin young man narrowed his eyes slightly, and glanced at the young man's green eyes. "Mao has grown up and looks better."

"Mr. Dazai is the one who disappeared inexplicably. Just now, troubles have been diverted to the east. What's the matter with you? Mom is very worried about you." Uramo's mother, Anna, was once a subordinate of Osamu Dazai.

After Osamu Dazai disappeared, Anna's old department had a miserable time. During that time, Anna used excuses to go on business trips and never returned to Yokohama, and even warned Shigeru and Shigeo Kageyama to go with them to avoid being targeted by strange guys.

"What happened to Anna, they didn't make things difficult for her, did they?" Dazai asked calmly, as if he was sure nothing would happen.

The other party always has an attitude of knowing everything in his chest, and Ushio has long been used to it, and simply said: "Mr. Nakahara Nakaya rowed her away...you guessed it?"

Osamu Dazai smiled and said nothing, poked Ushio's hand with his fingertips, and asked, "Can you let go, I want to take a rest."

"You..." Mao Mao watched the tall young man slowly possess himself, and finally leaned his chin on his shoulder, and his body gradually lost strength.

"It's just a toy knife. I stay away because I'm worried that he will suddenly hit someone when he gets emotional... Maojiang has become very reliable. Anna taught her well——"

Uramo lifted the hem of the opponent's shirt from the waist, and saw the traces of bullet holes.

"Hey, those guys still use guns even though they have supernatural powers, it's too much."

Dazai's complaints had a thick nasal sound, and his weak breath seemed to die in the next second.

Supporting the person with his arms and shoulders, Mao Mo struggled to find the phone from his pocket: "I'll take you to the hospital."

"No, there are Hong Kong-black eyeliners in the hospital." Dazai directly refused.

"...I'll take you to someone else to deal with it." Uramo took out his mobile phone and called a certain priest.

"Can't go to the hospital, avoid the cameras, don't tell anyone, including your mother."

After finishing the simple instructions, Osamu Dazai fell into a coma, and Uramo hid in the dark with the man in his arms, carefully covering the wound on the other party's body, silently waiting for Kotomine Kirei to help carry him.