My Bungo system is a little different

"Should we be thankful that this is a plain, no, a plateau area? Otherwise, this level of confrontation of different abilities would be enough to cause an avalanche."

On the first floor of Tsvetaeva's house, Osamu Dazai moaned listlessly.

Since about 10 minutes ago, I can feel a slight vibration here. The furniture and utensils placed on the plane vibrate and move their positions.

"Mr. Dazai, is this a fight?" Atsushi Nakajima asked.

Because they haven't seen any fights since they came to the town, the current situation can be described as very abnormal.

"It should be two cadres fighting." Someone who was not Osamu Dazai replied.

"A cadre? What are you talking about? Akutagawa?" Atsushi Nakajima turned his head away, "And, why are you here!"

The boy with gradient hair lowered his head slightly and did not answer.

Nakajima Atsushi and Akutagawa Ryunosuke met at school.

As a student that Erasmus focused on, Atsushi Nakajima met this awe-inspiring senior for the first time in the principal's office. It is said that he works for a large company in Yokohama. After a few words, the two became good friends.

And after Atsushi Nakajima began to "intern" in the Armed Detective Agency, Akutagawa had a subtle attitude towards Atsushi Nakajima for a while, but then returned to normal.

But anyway, why did Akutagawa come here at this time——

"Because Akutagawa is my former student." As if seeing what he was thinking from Atsushi's tangled expression, Dazai popped his head out from behind the sofa, "No matter in what sense, Akutagawa belongs to Atsushi. Senior!"

"before?"

"I was in the Port Mafia."

"So—" Atsushi turned his head little by little to look at Akutagawa.

So this guy's so-called big business is the port mafia? !

Dun recalled Akutagawa's hesitant expressions several times, and he thought he had read it wrong.

"Two cadres of the port mafia are fighting in the small town." Atsushi said in a trance, "Akutagawa, are you here to break up the fight?"

He kind of wanted to forget about the black history of the Armed Detective Agency and Osamu Dazai he complained about in front of Akutagawa.

Akutagawa's reaction was to look up at Osamu Dazai.

——The order he received was to completely obey Dazai's command.

Dazai sighed softly.

"Chuya and Verlaine got into a fight. You were just dying. You two came here for something else." Dazai had a gentle smile on his face, but his eyes were bottomless, "Of course, the premise It’s about making sure you’re alive first.”

"Mr. Dazai, did you bring me here on purpose?" Atsushi heard the clue from Dazai's words.

He suddenly tensed up.

"It's not counted on purpose." Dazai replied with difficulty in distinguishing the truth from the falsehood, "but now it seems that I did the right thing."

"From now on, Atsushi, you and Akutagawa must act together, and the two of you must never be separated. Your mission is to find a beautiful woman with red hair and blue eyes in this small town. Her name may be Reina Bradberg Here, it may be called Beatty, Clarice or other names. There may or may not be other people with supernatural powers around her. The characteristic is that she looks extremely beautiful."

Dazai paused, and then said: "If she is alone when you find her, tell her to 'follow the agreement'. She will tell you later, but if there are other people around her when you find her, then just tell her." Attack her and everyone around her until she's alone, then say that."

Hearing Dazai's words, Nakajima secretly glanced at Akutagawa.

She was the only one left... Sure enough, she said she was going to kill her...

Don's hand clenched tighter.

But Akutagawa didn't respond to these words.

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Nakahara Chuya and Verlaine's fight was actually very controlled.

If they used a little more force, they would not be surrounded by wreckage but debris.

And this restrained style of play also made the two of them not suffer any injuries after n rounds of you coming and going.

——The only wound probably exists in the hearts of the bystanders.

Strength, speed and precision are all levels that will leave people with psychological shadows.

Half of the outsiders in the entire town were secretly watching from a distance.

This is very bad.Because Verlaine is dead after all, and some of the cases he created in Europe made him always wanted when he was still 'alive'.

Yelabuga is in Russia, and the geographical location is rather delicate, but after leaving the town, I am afraid that troubles will soon come to the door.

Fighting and fighting, the dark fire in Zhongyuan's heart gradually turned into an open fire.

With such a little strength, who doesn't want to leave here!

As a result, the power of his next attack subconsciously increased by [-]%.

Unfortunately, it reached a strength that would shatter buildings and open cracks in the ground.

The town ushered in the most serious 'earthquake' since they started fighting.

Verlaine flew about 20 meters away.Of course, he remained unscathed.

He stood up on the snow with considerable ease, without even brushing off the snow from himself.

Just as he was about to fight back with his mechanical smile on his face, someone finally intervened in the destructive fight.

"Please don't do that."

A woman in a black skirt who stood next to him at some point said to him.

Wearing a black mesh hat on her head and a black skirt, she looked as if she was going to someone's funeral.

"Are you the creator of 'Ghost'?"

Verlaine's attention seemed to be diverted all of a sudden.

He could feel that the temperature around the woman in front of him was lower than the original temperature.

There is a kind of clarity in the gaze cast through the net.

"Do you think 'ghosts' were created?" She even smiled.

Verlaine did not answer.

Because while Tsvetaeva was smiling, her fingers touched his left chest lightly.

It was obviously a very slow movement, but he didn't react as if he was bewitched by an excessive tranquility.

A chill spread from the place where Tsvetayeva's finger touched, and then went deep under the skin——

Wait, there it is.

Almost upset, Verlaine sent Tsvetaeva flying with a wave of his hand.

As a tangible 'ghost', Tsvetayeva gave him face and fell on the snow not far away.

It's just that she didn't look abnormal when she stood up.

Verlaine didn't have time to take this into consideration.

A familiar red light emanated from his chest, and the chill no longer spread, but began to gather.

flustered?fear?or joy?

The hand that had ruthlessly wiped away an unknown number of lives was trembling for the untouchable red light.

No! ?Can come across! ?

As he sank into a mental panic, the red light had stretched, spread, and vanished, leaving behind a man in clothes that suited the town.

Long black hair, cold eyes, and a lingering sense of melancholy on his face——

Zhongyuan Zhong, who ran to Tsvetayeva and stood still, couldn't help but froze.

He scolded Osamu Dazai in his heart.What delays time.Is this the result of stalling for time?

"Paul. This time it seems to be really a ghost." The long-haired man said to Verlaine who was immersed in the spiritual world.

In the next second, his hand was tightly held by the other party.

The red light is the proof that Rimbaud's supernatural ability is being used. However, it is witnessed by his eyes that the red light flowing from his heart constitutes the touchable person in front of him.

Isn't it a ghost?

The last time Verlaine's blue eyes showed such intense emotion was the last time he saw Rimbaud.

After discovering how out of state Verlaine was, Rimbaud was a little helpless.

He turned to Tsvetaeva, who was standing three meters away from them again, and asked, "If you turn me into this form, will there be no problem with Paul's body?"

After all, after Verlaine's original singularity life body disappeared, it was another paradoxical singularity formed by Rimbaud's ability that allowed Verlaine to survive.

Tsvetaeva replied: "In this field, he will not have any problems, it's just that he can't use the supernatural power temporarily."

Also, there are a lot of dead people living normally as 'ghosts' here.

But Tsvetaeva did not answer what would happen if the field was no longer maintained, or if Verlaine left.

The possibility hidden in her words made the atmosphere that was just a little more comfortable stiff again.

Even, this time there is a real killing intent.

And it was another person who ran over panting from the corner of the street that brought the killing intent to its peak.

"Mu Xia." The man who stopped in front of Tsvetayeva, completely ignoring everyone around him, didn't even want to wait for his breath to calm down, "I'm here."

He directly reached out and stroked Tsvetaeva's cheek, tears that were instantly blown into snowdrops began to flow from the corners of his eyes.

"I'm sorry, Mu Xia, for keeping you waiting." Rilke had a trembling smile on his face, "I was too stupid to understand your intentions."

After running over from Rilke, Tsvetaeva's eyes only stayed on him.

"Raine, it's nothing." She held Rilke's hand, and then leaned her face directly on Rilke's chest.

If Otoko Yuta was there, he would definitely be able to find that the magic power on Rilke's body was linked to the female ghost at the moment he embraced Tsvetaeva.

But none of the people present was a conjurer, they could only feel that the temperature around them dropped a little for a moment.

Perhaps someone will notice that Rilke's face has grown paler.

"Do you want to end this?" Suddenly, the man holding Tsvetaeva said.

He asked with infinitely gentle eyes.