Boyfriend who is full of good feelings suddenly wants to break up

Facing the almost condensed murderous intent, Dazai Osamu laughed, "Don't show that expression."

He tilted his head slightly to one side, with sincere doubts in his eyes, "Speaking of which, what qualifications do you have?"

"I thought that the existence of the ex should disappear completely in another person's world as if he died after breaking up. Instead of controlling the other person's whereabouts and interfering in the other person's life like now."

"With all due respect, this kind of behavior is not an exaggeration even if you call the police?"

He blinked, showing a bit of an expression of sudden realization, and there was a clear malice in that almost bright smile.

He paused every word, "I forgot, Your Excellency is a mafia."

The fingers beside Tsunayoshi Sawada unconsciously twitched, and the muscles on his face tensed for a moment, but he quickly recovered his composure.

He didn't pay attention to what the other party said, but said in a colder voice than before, "Stay away from the yarn."

Osamu Dazai turned around halfway, avoiding the hand of the other person who was stretching out to grab him, and then stood up straight in a staggering posture in which he would fall with the person in his arms at any time.

"It's a dire warning."

His voice sounded like he was terrified, but his expression was not at all.

Sure enough, in the second half of the next sentence, he took on some kind of irony, "What do you think you are doing? Protecting?"

Under the other party's frowning gaze, Osamu Dazai said with a half-smile, "It's like today's protection."

Sawada Tsunayoshi's breathing suddenly stagnated, followed by chaotic and rapid panting.

He hardly dared to think back to the scene he saw in the air, and the scene where Shaya faced Natsu who ran away violently.

Every attempt he seems to make to protect ends up spelling disaster for Saeya.

"The mafia is not an organization born to protect."

"Let a weapon that can hurt people perform the duty of protection, which in itself is a joke that makes people laugh."

"Or do you have the confidence that you will arrive in time every time like today?"

"What if you're not in Yokohama? Not in China?"

Sawada Tsunakichi restrained himself from trembling, but he still couldn't help recalling the moment of panic he felt when the Natsu flames ran away.

He couldn't imagine, if he had already returned to Italy at this time, what kind of ending he would face when he arrived.

Another person has already given the answer unceremoniously.

"I have no way to protect Saye under this kind of threat. We will probably die here together, right?"

This fact of being ruthlessly torn apart made Tsunayoshi Sawada stiffen, but Osamu Dazai laughed softly, "For me, it's a good ending."

"But yarn is different, right?"

Osamu Dazai lowered his eyes lightly, looking at the woman who was sleeping peacefully in his arms without knowing anything, "No matter how many times she dies, she is desperately trying to live on."

Sawada Tsunakichi was stunned, "Dead, lost, more, less, times?"

He repeated it word by word, trying to restrain the trembling of his voice, but at that moment, countless images swarmed him, and he even staggered a bit, holding onto the side wall to barely stand still.

"Saya, she is a very rare time-type supernatural power."

Osamu Dazai smiled, and stared at the trembling young man over there, "You should have guessed the conditions for her ability to activate, right? Or have you seen it before?"

Sawada Tsunayoshi's pupils suddenly contracted and enlarged, and countless bloody images appeared alternately.

The long, dark chestnut hair was dyed a miserable color, and there were mottled marks on the light-colored dress. Blood spilled from the mouth and nose, and there was an ever-expanding bloodstain under the body.

The interlaced and overlaid pictures finally turned into large blocks of mottled colors.

...Sometimes it is a dark color that has dried up, and sometimes it is a crimson color that is still flowing...

Cold sweat drenched the clothes on his back almost instantly, Tsunayoshi Sawada gasped for breath, but still felt dizzy like lack of oxygen.

He heard that leisurely voice.

"How many times have you seen it?"

……several times?

Tsunayoshi Sawada subconsciously pieced together the broken pictures that he tried to cover with real memories, and before he could come up with an exact numerical answer, he heard the voice continue.

"Five times? Ten times... twenty times?"

The brisk numbers corresponded to the blood-stained pictures one by one, making it more and more difficult to breathe, but the next words of the other party almost made Sawada Tsunayoshi's blood freeze.

He heard the other party continue in the same tone as before, "A hundred times? Two hundred times?"

At that moment, Tsunayoshi Sawada couldn't even understand the meaning of these numbers.

The coldness and dizziness hit him at the same time, he couldn't hold on any longer, his body slid down slowly, leaving a few clear bloodstains on the hand that was originally supporting the wall.

The black-haired young man looked down from above, with a cold mockery in his kite-colored eyes, "You who know nothing, how can you say the word protection with confidence? Don't make me laugh, who is it?" Who are you protecting?"

He actually laughed out loud.

That smile is like a blade made of ice, cold and sharp.After this brief laugh, he speaks out calmly, as if narrating the facts.

"That sentence should be given to you, Pengo Li."

"Stay away from the yarn."

"If you really want to protect, the most important thing you should do is disappear, right?"

"Completely disappeared in Saye's world."

After that, I finally saw Ah Gang again, but you actually fell asleep because you were too tired.

After waking up, I learned from Mr. Dazai that Nazu was also picked up by Azuna.However, that kind of situation happened, which is expected. Although I don’t know what happened that day, but for Naz, it’s better to be picked up by Agang than to stay by your side who doesn’t know anything .

Originally, you might feel a little lonely when the pets around you are suddenly taken away, but because of Mr. Dazai, you got a temporary part-time job in the Armed Detective Agency.

In view of the type of missions of the detective agency, you will occasionally have to face some dangerous elements, and with the guidance of Mr. Dazai, your combat skills and related skill proficiency will improve far beyond your imagination.

……

Detective agencies often set up tasks in the form of partners, but the partners are not fixed.

Your partner today is none other than Atsushi Nakajima, the white-haired boy who introduced you to the Armed Detective Agency the last time you came to Yokohama.

With the advance reminder from Mr. Dazai, your mission today has been completed without any risk.

Because it happened to be lunch break time, you didn't rush back to the detective agency, but found a nearby shop to settle your lunch first.

You are also fortunate to have seen the amazing appetite of the teenager.

As if embarrassed by you, Atsushi Nakajima slowed down the speed of eating, and explained in a low voice: "My supernatural power consumes a lot of energy, so... I eat a little too much."

You nodded in understanding, feeling that it was not easy for the other party.

Probably the kind of complaints on the forum. Fortunately, I got the advanced ability of SSR. I found that it consumes mana bars when I don’t use it there. But if I use a big move once, I have to completely lose my kidneys. If I want to continue using it for a long time, Only krypton gold can be used to buy the small blue bottle.

You looked at the pile of bowls next to you, implicitly expressing your understanding and care.

The boy was still eating, but he couldn't help but choked up when he heard this comfort.

The general idea is that I ate too much, and at the end of each month, there were a few days when my wages bottomed out and I was forced to starve.

It seemed that he was afraid that you might misunderstand, so he hurriedly explained: "It's already very good! The salary given by the detective agency is very generous!! It's entirely my personal problem!"

"And everyone in the detective agency is very nice!"

"Mr. Kunikida knows my problems, and often arranges some jobs with extra pay for me."

It's just that the opportunity doesn't come every time.

"A few times at the end of the month, Mr. Odasaku invited me to his house."

Based on the principle of absolutely not wasting food, he finished the plate of super spicy curry rice alive, and ended up in hell for the next three days.

……

"Even Dazai-san..."

Amnesiac zingy chicken consommé or something.

As Atsushi Nakajima spoke, his voice gradually decreased, obviously falling into self-doubt.But you couldn't help laughing, "Dun Jun likes the detective agency very much, right?"

The white-haired boy froze for a moment, then smiled shyly, and he agreed softly, quickly and softly, "I like it very much."

It seems that he has found a belonging in the aimless wandering, which is so far unbelievable luck for him.

He didn't know what the concept of home was, but if there was a most similar definition, it would be a detective agency.

……

That short conversation quickly narrowed the distance between the two of them, and the temporary partner relationship that was a bit unfamiliar just now suddenly became much closer.

The young man seemed a little embarrassed. While eating, he whispered to you some experience of working in the detective agency, and in the end he couldn't help but complain about his various experiences when he first joined the detective agency. The frequency of appearance is particularly high.

After accusing again of the history of blood and tears of being framed by an unscrupulous senior, the boy couldn't help showing a little envious expression, "Speaking of which, Mr. Dazai is really gentle to Ms. Saya."

You are slightly taken aback.

Your reaction made Atsushi Nakajima wave his hands in a panic, "No, I don't mean anything else! Just, just—"

Nakajima Atsushi just spent a long time and couldn't think of a better description.

After all, Mr. Dazai treats Ms. Saya really differently. He even personally helps Ms. Saya choose the mission...

This description may be a bit too much, but Mr. Dazai will take a look at Miss Saye's mission every time, and refuse it on his behalf several times;

And for slightly dangerous events, they will be notified in advance of where to pay attention, making the mission process extremely smooth, just like today.

This undisguised special care was noticed by almost the entire detective agency.

As a newcomer who was also brought into the detective agency by Osamu Dazai, according to Nakajima Atsushi's soft and even cowardly character, he couldn't feel that kind of jealousy, but envy was inevitable.

You pondered over your part-time job experience during this period, "It seems to be true, during the day."

Atsushi Nakajima was taken aback by this special restriction, "Daytime?"

He hesitated to continue, "That night..."

The rich associations of adolescents made him a little uncomfortable, and he looked away a little, not sure whether he should continue this topic.

While he was still hesitating, he heard a familiar voice with a smile.

"At night, I can't help but get rough."

The owner of the voice was recognized in an instant, and this kind of behind-the-scenes talking about people being caught made Atsushi Nakajima feel so guilty that he almost jumped up on the spot.

But even so, the stool he was sitting on was pulled back with a harsh sound, and he panicked: "Mr. Dazai, Mr. Dazai!!"

This movement attracted the surrounding guests to look over. The thin-skinned young man was stunned by this gaze, got up hastily and kept bowing and apologizing.

"terribly sorry--!!"

After turning around, Atsushi Nakajima finally sat back with a sigh of relief, but noticed the extremely intimate posture of the two people opposite.

The young man stood half a step behind and leaned forward slightly, with his arms wrapped around the woman's thin shoulders and propped up in front of the table. It was a posture that almost hugged the person in his arms, quite revealing his possessiveness.

Atsushi Nakajima:! !

He almost instantly remembered what the other party said just now, and after several uncontrollable associations, his face flushed so red that he almost burned himself.

The boy didn't even have time to stand up, so he bowed in a sitting position, almost putting his face into the bowl.

He said again, "I'm so sorry!!"

you:"……"

Dazai-san, sometimes it's really bad.