God assists Araba

The photo was quickly sent over there, and Zhong Yuanzhong also looked at it twice intently. Except for the hair on the forehead that has been taken care of, and the smile on the corner of the mouth is more charming, there is no difference from usual.

So he comforted Huang Ba and said, "It's okay, it's not a big problem, you don't have to worry."

"...Hmm." Huangba knew that he had to trust the host, but what happened to the uneasy premonition that kept popping up in his heart?

As a non-human being at the level of a god, he has always been very accurate in his sixth sense.

Sure enough, as he expected, he continued to send messages over there.

"Chuya, nothing unusual has happened to you lately, right?"

This tone, this address... Zhong Yuanzhong also raised his eyebrows, always feeling that things are not that simple.Mackerel didn't even call him a nickname!After he took the lead in calling the other party's nickname, he didn't even call him another nickname!This is simply unbelievable, not like Dazai Osamu at all.

But it is impossible for Osamu Dazai to change his son, which means there is a reason for the incident.

But what could be wrong with him?

Zhongyuan Zhong also tilted his head and thought about it, the only thing that can be regarded as anomaly that happened to him now is Huangba vomit and wake up, right?But this happened last night, and I just found out, why did Osamu Dazai, who is far away in Yokohama, also know?It can't be telepathy...

And the way to ask this question is wrong!

Why the emphasis on "body"?

According to their experience of jointly exploring the mysteries of Huangbatu and fighting against Rimbaud when they were 15 years old, they should ask "peripherals" no matter what.

Aren't they talking about the same thing?

"If there is any mark, you must tell me in time!"

Nakahara Chu could also imagine Osamu Dazai's serious face when he typed this sentence, and felt that the situation was getting serious.His partner knew that he didn't have enough problems in front of him to make such a serious gesture. Could it be that something really happened to him?

His face suddenly became frightened.

He tentatively asked the other party: "What imprint? What are you talking about, mackerel?"

I took a photo over there, and it’s different from the exquisite appearance at the beginning. This is a photo with a bit of flesh. Zhong Yuanzhong also estimated the location. It should be the part of the chest and heart, with a string of slender laughing black cursive roman characters.

Ignoring the semantics, it is quite artistic, like an artistic photo with dark colors.

Seeing this scene, Huangba, the culprit lurking in Zhongye's mind, understood it in seconds, but he didn't dare to speak directly, waiting for Zhongye to find out by himself, and there was still a little expectation in his heart.

However, Zhong Yuanzhong will also remember that this is the laugh he made when he first met someone?

He will not!

He only felt that the mackerel was out of his mind, and he patted the table and burst into tears: "I'm laughing so hard, mackerel, why did you get such a tattoo on yourself? How can't you think about it."

Osamu Dazai, who received the news, looked indifferent.

He knew that the little slug's brain was so small that he couldn't think of that matter!

The purpose of asking the question at the beginning was to test, if the same or similar marks appear on the little slug, it means that the matter is related to him; if the content of the mark happens to be the sentence he blurted out when he first met, "It hurts so much Already", which means that it is their unique fate.

But the little slug can't understand any hints!

Osamu Dazai, whose mind is rarely filled with romantic thoughts, was a little disappointed.

Why can't the little slug's thinking be more emotional?

Give me half of your thoughts on wine, hats, and motorcycles, and we won't be like this.

In the blink of an eye, the news from Chuya Zhongyuan arrived again, and his tone was as straightforward as ever: "I just went to the bathroom to take off my clothes, and there is no mark like you said."

Osamu Dazai couldn't believe it: "Could it be that you didn't look carefully?"

"No, I've seen it several times."

Zhongyuan Zhong also probed his head in the mirror, looked back and forth several times, but found nothing unusual, could it be that he was in his blind spot?

"Will you take a look at it for me?" he asked.

Osamu Dazai has a million points of heart, but the reality does not allow: "I am in Yokohama now."

There is at least an eight-hour time difference from Paris in Central Plains, and it takes a long time to fly.

"You can make a video."

Clang.

Dazai fell to the ground.

Ango Sakaguchi, who was looking for information next to him, adjusted his glasses and asked in a loud voice, "Do you need my help?"

"No—!" Dazai Osamu refused, speaking faster than his brain, got up and found a hidden space, removed all possible interference factors, and then made the video call tremblingly.

He didn't even care about his friend Ango Sakaguchi's tone of worry or concern behind him.

Suppressing his excitement, he took two long, deep breaths, as if he had made some major decision, and said desperately:

"Chuya, come on!"

Zhongya Zhongyuan: "???"

It's just a video call, why is there such a big movement?