Facing the Unknown in Yokohama

There seems to be no problem with Osamu Dazai's words. There is probably no one in this world who would dare to show his back in front of Dostoevsky as if nothing had happened.

After all, this is tantamount to treating yourself as a living target who hangs the sign of "waiting for backstab" and stays where he is.

You understand the truth, but the question is, is it really okay to say it directly?

You glanced in the direction of Dostoyevsky with a guilty conscience, just in time to catch the scene where the man lowered his eyelashes indifferently.

Yes, should it be said that it is Dostoevsky?Even after being said such straight-to-the-backward words, there was still no unnecessary expression on the Russian's face, and he didn't even give Osamu Dazai a look.

"If this is the case, aren't you the same too? Dazai-kun." Slowly opening his lips, Dostoevsky spit out this sentence lightly: "After all, your deeds are enough to make people frightened. It does take a lot of courage to deliver it to the darkest cadre of the former port mafia."

I don't know if it's because the experience of being bound to the running system is relatively new, or because I know that I can't hide my identity as a black mud spirit, so I simply gave up the treatment.

In short, since they became PCs, these two masters who hold the script in their hands have been extraordinarily free when they speak, and every punctuation mark has a breath of mutual hatred.

For a moment, you suddenly feel that eating melons and watching a show between them seems to be pretty good.

But such thoughts only stay in your mind for a moment.

Because in the next moment, you who are trying to paddle in the middle will be involved in the dispute of the script team without any accident.

"Since it's impossible for us to stand behind each other, the next choice is in Miss Xingyuan's hands, isn't it?" Dostoevsky suddenly turned his head to look at you.

Under the dim light, most of the beautiful faces were hidden in the shadows.Only those purple-red eyes looked extraordinarily bright—just matching the slightly raised corners of his lips, the eyes seemed a little gloomy.

"Miss Xingyuan, who would you rather hand over your back to?"

"...??" Your body froze instantly.Of course, it’s not that you don’t understand that it’s natural for you to be caught in the middle if you want a threesome under such a weird configuration, but why is this multiple-choice question thrown into your hands!

Although there was nothing threatening in the words of the Russian.But the overly kind smile on his face still made you tremble three times unconsciously.

"That...is..."

Making this choice at this time is tantamount to being in the team. Under Dostoyevsky's gaze, you are a little afraid to stand on the other side for a while, but it makes sense, who would want Dostoevsky? Ji, the backstab maniac, followed behind!

Although his several actions seemed to be to draw the knife head-on, but no matter how you think about it, this guy is 100% backstabbing someone's face, okay?

You swallow.

Calm down, don't panic at this time, even if Dostoevsky suddenly forces you to choose between him and Osamu Dazai...

Wait, why did he say that if you want to choose, you must choose!And with such two options in front of them, it is impossible for a normal person to choose that kind Russian rice ball!

Why did you still have a terrible thought that you would die if you didn't choose him at that moment!

#You suspect that Dostoevsky secretly used threats against you but you have no evidence#

In short, after you calm down, you finally realize that the current problem is not at all a question of "Who should be chosen when Dostoevsky and Osamu Dazai are in front of you at the same time".But why do you have to make this choice!

If he asked you to choose and you chose, wouldn't he be very face-saving?

Thinking of this, you became angry, and even wanted to confront Dostoevsky directly in the eyes——

However, all the courage disappeared the moment you met his gaze.

"No, no, Mr. Dostoevsky, I don't think it's a question of who I want to choose." You are still struggling to die: "In short, whether it is you or Mr. Dazai, for me now All should be trustworthy companions, I mean at least in terms of wanting to leave, our goals should be the same, and even if we go out, we don't seem to have any reason to kill each other. So in this environment I Sure, sure..."

When you said this, suddenly a palm fell on your shoulder.Even though Osamu Dazai kept the distance between him and you at a minimum.But the sudden temperature still makes you flustered for a moment.

"It's okay. Minnai-chan is right, it's really not a wise choice to fight in such an environment."

The soft voice seems to have some magical power.So your throbbing mood suddenly calmed down a lot.You took a deep breath and took another half step in the direction of Osamu Dazai.

"I never thought about who would be more reliable walking behind me, but if I had to choose—"

You regained your courage and looked at Dostoevsky: "I feel a little safer looking at your back."

After the voice fell, the air was unnaturally cold for a moment.

But Dostoevsky said nothing more.Of course, you don't feel that he was fooled by your poor way of wording, it's probably just that he also feels that he shouldn't care about such boring things at this time.

In short, the three of you walked into the corridor in a row, and for the sake of safety, you kept a certain distance between the three of you.

In such a long and empty passage, it is obviously very difficult to hide your whereabouts. Even if the three of you deliberately walk lightly, the whole space still inevitably echoes with footsteps——

Such an environment really makes people flustered, not to mention that the underground air is already damp and cold, walking in the middle, your body will tremble unconsciously.

At this moment, the voice behind you seemed to suddenly get closer.Immediately afterwards, the rough touch of the warm bandage covered the back of your hand.

"Too—" you almost exclaimed.

It's just that when you turned your head, you were looking into those iris eyes and his index finger on your lips.

So you quickly silenced your voice.

After all, this is not a safe place, and you are also afraid that your voice will disturb some special existence.

But after Osamu Dazai held your hand, your mood was calmer than before for a moment.

Then you turned your head and met the purple eyes of Dostoevsky who stopped not far ahead.

Although theoretically speaking, that man seems to have no position to care about whether you have held hands with other men.

However, when he looked at you, for some reason, you still had an inexplicable illusion that you were caught.

So it shouldn't be a problem to be mistaken for a conspiracy with other people in the secret group by a weak boy with nuclear goodness written all over his face... right?

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