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

【If I die, will Sha also save me? 】

When I was taking a shower in the morning, I thought of this sentence again.

You splashed cold water on your face and calmed down a bit.

——Sure enough, I still care about it!

Suddenly say this.

Although it is indeed Mr. Dazai's style, but it always makes people feel that there is a drum in the heart.

Ask when you go to the detective agency.

……

Mr. Dazai is not in the detective agency, it seems that he missed work.

Mr. Kunikida, who was furious, skipped work again and suddenly stopped in the middle of his yelling. He muttered like it was the first time this month, but his relaxed expression quickly turned ferocious: You can’t lower your standards just because you’re a bastard. ah!

It's just that Mr. Dazai not only did not show up in the morning, he was also absent from the general meeting room of the detective agency afterwards.

Of course, Mr. Kunikida gritted his teeth and roared again.

you:"……"

In this case, I didn't find anyone, but I cared even more!

Italy, Vongola.

Tsunayoshi Sawada frowned and looked at the report in his hand, "Suicide?"

The recent emergence of an unruly violent group in Sicily has been responsible for several incidents of wounding outside of mafia struggles, and this is undoubtedly Vengley's responsibility.

It's just that the top executives of that group seem to be all supernatural beings, which makes the situation a bit complicated.

But before Pengo Lie could deal with it, the top executives of the group committed suicide one after another—death by their own supernatural powers.

Takeshi Yamamoto handed over the stack of live photos in his hand, and said with emotion: "Yeah, I was also taken aback when I went in."

He scratched his hair with one hand, "Although there is no one else at the scene, I always feel that the situation is not that simple. I have asked the intelligence team to investigate again, and the results will probably come out later."

Tsunayoshi Sawada nodded while looking at those photos, "Thank you, Takeshi."

"I just went for a run, so it's not hard work. It's you, Gang—"

Takeshi Yamamoto frowned, looked at the young leader who was lowering his head, and rarely showed some hesitation, "Are you all right?"

Tsunayoshi Sawada wondered, huh?With a sound, he looked over inquiringly.

The expression on his face seemed to be the same as usual, but Takeshi Yamamoto frowned even tighter.

It's been very wrong since I came back from Japan last time. After a week of super-death mode, I was exhausted and fell into a coma in the hospital. After waking up, it became what it is now.

It can be said that it has returned to normal, and it is true for most of the Vengley members.

But for the few guardians who have known him since middle school, the vague sense of disobedience can't fade away.

Takeshi Yamamoto frowned for a while, but under the attitude of the other party, he could only helplessly, "No, it's nothing."

The short-haired young man closed the door and left. Tsunayoshi Sawada was silent for a while, but still lowered his head and continued to flip through the photos of the scene in his hand, trying to find some clues from them.

It's just that he hadn't looked at a few photos before, and his movements suddenly stopped, and his eyes fell on the photos in front of him without blinking.

It was a figure falling face up in a pool of blood. If I had to say it, there was no similarity at all. It was even a short-haired white male, but the broken memory that surged up at that moment covered what he saw, making him The whole person froze.

His forehead hair was soaked in cold sweat in an instant, he opened his mouth as if he was having difficulty breathing, his knuckles were turning blue and white while clutching the photo, and his whole arm was trembling slightly due to excessive force.

He raised his hand, trying to grab it and tighten his heart, but the neatly stacked photos on the table were scattered.

In an instant, all kinds of death postures came into view together, and the pair of brown pupils suddenly shrank, revealing a look of extreme pain at that moment, which made him even let out a vague sob.

A clear flame rose from the forehead, and the original brown eyes were reflected into a warm orange, and the distorted expression just now regained a little bit of calm.

Sawada Tsunayoshi sat quietly for a while before getting up from his seat.He knelt down slowly, picked up those photos one by one and put them back on top of each other.

After turning the stack of photos upside down, he leaned back and leaned his head on the back of the chair as if he was very tired.

He raised his hands to cover his eyes.

After a long time, the flame between the foreheads finally extinguished slowly, and the pair of brown eyes that opened again completely returned to calm.

You walk the streets of Yokohama.

Because the next task is an investigation, so while you were looking for the suspect in Yokohama, you also searched for Mr. Dazai who hadn't seen anyone for a whole day.

The result was nothing.

Whether it's the suspect or Mr. Dazai.

Speaking of the person to be investigated this time - Shibusawa Tatsuhiko, his name.

This is a supernatural person. His supernatural ability produces white mist. It is said that within the area covered by this mist, supernatural persons will commit suicide for no reason.

Such a dangerous person who roams around the world and commits crimes has recently infiltrated Yokohama.

Suicide?

It really reminds me of Mr. Dazai.

And that fog, could it be a psychic ability?

……

After a fruitless day, you return to the detective agency to report the findings of the day's investigation, which went nowhere.

It turns out that everyone's results are similar.

But that's right, it would be strange if it was so easy to find a dangerous mission that was specially entrusted by the Supernatural Secret Service Division and used the power of the entire detective agency to find it.

Today's work should be over here, but you hesitated and chose to continue working overtime for a while.

It's just that this choice doesn't seem to help the result, and you still haven't found anything.

As night fell, the street lights came on one by one.

You are hesitant to continue the next day, but notice the... white mist rising slowly under your feet? !

The foggy weather is not surprising, but the fog at this time makes people immediately have a special association - Shibusawa Tatsuhiko, the dangerous person that the detective agency wants to investigate.

The scope of the ability is limited. When you notice the white mist, you immediately look up, trying to find the white-haired figure in the photo in the intertwined flow of people, but you notice first...the people are disappearing.

Yes, disappear.

In the area shrouded in fog, the figures of pedestrians gradually become transparent as if being erased, until they completely disappear from sight.

hallucination? !

You immediately opened your personal panel to check, but you didn't find a mental debuff in your personal status, but an extra negative status [power stripping].

Before you understand what is going on in this state, you feel acutely that the crisis is approaching.

The intuition of the crisis trained by countless times of death makes you roll over on the spot and dodge the bullet. You look vigilantly at the direction of the attack, but you see a translucent shadow slowly emerging from the thick fog. walk out.

Although you can't see the facial features clearly, you can immediately recognize the outline, it's you.

Or more precisely, your supernatural powers.

You suddenly understand the meaning of the negative status in the personal panel - [power stripping].

At the same time, he realized that the so-called suicide in the white mist was not suicide, but that the supernatural being was killed by the separated supernatural power.

The man named Shibusawa Tatsuhiko's supernatural ability is probably not hallucinatory or spiritual, but to separate the supernatural being from his own supernatural ability.

Coupled with the fact that the pedestrian disappeared just now, the opponent's supernatural ability may have the ability to exclude ordinary people.

You made another short body hastily and dodged the second bullet.

You continue to add information in your mind: the separated supernatural power seems to have additional hostility towards its master.

This time the opponent is completely a replica of your character, whether it is skill proficiency or combat awareness, you can even judge the next skill the opponent will release.

But this creates a very awkward situation.

Since your main training content during this period is self-protection, although you don't dare to talk about the max dodge ability, your ability to dodge attacks far exceeds the attack power, which causes you to fall into the attack-dodge mode. In the long tug-of-war of open-attack-dodge, in which both sides suffer minimal damage, if I use one word to describe it, it would be——

...the chickens peck each other.

you:"……"

You have a hunch that if this kind of battle video is edited and posted on the player forum, you will definitely be laughed at to the point of quitting the forum.

Your speechless and embarrassing mood lasted for a while, but as time went by, you gradually discovered that the situation was not as optimistic as you thought. The other party—that is, the supernatural power—had no physical strength bar.

It means that as your stamina bar is consumed by more than half, the attack speed slows down under the [Exhaustion debuff], but the opponent still maintains a full state.

Although you can barely handle it now, if you continue, you will lose.

Have to think of a way.

However, you also have an advantage—a weapon advantage.

The opponent used up all the bullets as soon as he came up, and after you tried twice, you realized that you couldn't hit and quickly gave up.It can also be seen from this that the other party's behavior follows a certain judgment pattern.

You checked your current state again, turned your head to glance at the humanoid supernatural ability over there, and suddenly accelerated and ran in one direction.

While avoiding the attack behind you, you observe the surrounding environment, looking for a suitable target, you have to create a condition that can definitely hit it.

At this time, I would like to thank the forum friends for their wonderful ideas.

——here specifically refers to all kinds of magical slotting methods.

It's a little hard to find an exact replica of the scene, but it's easy enough to get close to the standard.

You quickly crossed a narrow aisle made of containers, and the moment you passed through, you turned around with one hand on the ground, and fired two shots at the direction you had already judged.The side was hung with an iron hook and fell straight down.

……

hit?

No, it was half dodged and only hit the ankle.

After all, it is the first operation, and it is very normal to have errors in judgment.

You didn't have time to feel sorry for this little mistake, and immediately aimed at the jewel in the opponent's forehead.

This bullet is likely to be dodged, but now is the most suitable time.

If you miss, you can only fight it in close combat - then you will have to see whether it is seriously injured or your stamina bar is depleted faster.

As if the scene was slowed down, you can clearly see the trajectory of the bullet, and you can also see the opponent's evasion.

will be dodged.

The moment you made this judgment, you saw a faint red light covering that area. You were still avoiding the humanoid ability and your movements froze. The gem in the forehead was hit by a bullet, and the translucent shadow followed the gem's Crumbling and disappearing in place.

That familiar red light? !

You couldn't help but look up to the side and forward.

A figure walked slowly through the mist barrier, and gradually became clear as the distance approached.

The youth's hair color is as bright and bright as ever, and the hem of the black windbreaker curves back and forth as he walks.

——"Mr. Zhongyuan?!"