Sente Eiji's Black Friday

Standing at the entrance of the apartment, Natsume Eiji looked at the unpopular room like a model room in front of him, and raised his eyebrows suspiciously: "This is where you usually live?"

Zhong Yuan, who was busy moving his luggage in, also froze, and said affirmatively: "Yes, yes, what's wrong?"

Natsume Eiji didn't speak, just looked around the room.

Ultra-small apartment, one living room, one kitchen and one bathroom, no bedroom, a fairly spacious bed directly placed in the living room.

——Is this because I am afraid that I will not be able to see his little thoughts?

Eiji sniffed the smell of detergent in the air, and turned his head to give Nakaya a meaningful look.

No wonder the kid took him around the city several times, and even actively helped him buy daily necessities and change clothes... Maybe he just ordered his men to buy this apartment?

It's really hard for that subordinate to clean the room so clean in such a short period of time.

It's just too clean, but it can make people see the clues.

...But things are still well prepared.

Natsume Eiji picked up the Okamoto ultra-thin 001 placed on the bed in a delicate mood, and Nakahara Nakaya rushed over with a blushing face, and when he roughly grabbed the small box, he looked away considerately, and sighed in a relieved tone: "Nakaya He really has grown up."

Nakahara Zhongya almost jumped up holding the hot little box: "It's not what you think! Second Brother Ying, listen to my explanation!! I'm not going to use this thing with you... No, no!! I mean I want to use it with you You use it and only want to use it with you but, but I didn't want to use it before you agreed so... anyway, in a word, it's...!"

"Okay, okay, I understand what you mean, don't be shy." Natsume Eiji had diverted his attention a long time ago, and at this moment he was flipping through his pajamas while agreeing to him perfunctorily.

Nakahara Chuya: ...What the hell do you understand! !I didn't feel comforted at all, it would be better to say that I was more heartbroken! !

Although he did have selfish intentions when he asked his subordinates to tidy up such a small apartment, he didn't expect that kid to buy Okamoto!And it doesn't matter what that guy made up in his head, the key is that Brother Ying has clearly misunderstood now! !

Damn it, he obviously never messes around! !

"Brother Ying...!"

The petite young man subconsciously chased Eiji for a few steps, wanting to explain again, but he drew a strange look from the other side.

"Chuya, if you continue to follow, I will have to doubt the authenticity of what you just said?" Natsume Eiji pointed to the bathroom he was going to, and asked the stunned Nakahara.

Zhong Yuanzhong was also shocked, and his face flushed "shua".

However, just when Eiji thought he would run away like other innocent types, the orange-haired young man swallowed hard, stammered and said with smoke on his head: "I, I, I can...can help Eiji Brother... wipe your back...!!"

Natsume Eiji: "..."

"Wow." The blue-haired man turned around, narrowing his eyes slightly with interest.

"You seem to have really become a very good adult, Chuya."

His gaze changed dangerously silently, he clasped the back of Nakahara Chuya's head and bent over to get closer to him without a doubt, his abyss-like eyes shot straight into the depths of Zhongya's eyes, as if trying to penetrate his whole body.

Zhongyuan Zhong also looked at his approaching face with red eyes as if he was drunk, his pupils dilated silently, his Adam's apple wrapped in pure black choker rolled up and down, and he unconsciously raised his hand to grab his skirt.

The dependence and infatuation in his eyes cannot be concealed, as hot and intoxicating as mellow fine wine.

Why?Do you really like him that much?Just one look...

Natsume Eiji blinked, a little surprised by his own discovery, and his free hand ran down Nakaya's silky suit to confirm.

Zhong Yuanzhong also shuddered violently, and his whole body froze like an electric shock. The bright red color rushed from his face to the base of his neck, and he let out a voice like he was being strangled: "Ying, Ying Er elder brother--?!"

"Well, I really became an adult."

Someone who was still serious on his face nodded deeply, raised his hand and grasped it twice, looked down with emotion: "Really, Chuuya has finally reached this age..."

"boom--!!"

The Central Plains also exploded.

Like a materialized mushroom cloud rising from his head, he was all red, clutching Eiji's collar tightly, trembling all over, and was about to burst into a cry worthy of the name of Yokohama Diva .

At this moment, Eiji took the small box in his hand with that sinful hand, and knocked on his head with a playful smile: "Next time I will buy this kind of thing after asking."

Zhong Ye suffocated a roar in his throat: "... huh?"

The blue-haired man smiled and looked sideways, his pretty lips and brows were all curled up, and he explained in a "kind" whisper, "You don't know my size."

Nakahara Chuya: "...?"

Nakahara Chuya: "??!?!??!"

Gang Hei's gravity made one forcefully pull Ying Er's head downward, staring at him in surprise and saying: "Brother Ying Er, you, what do you mean by that?"

"I don't mean anything." Natsume Eiji blinked innocently.

Zhong Yuanzhong was almost driven mad by his teasing at the critical moment: "No!! You just said something about the next time, so that definitely means agreeing?! You agreed to my confession, right?! "

Ah, what a beautiful thing to think about, how could it be so simple to agree, didn't you agree to chase me?

Natsume Eiji smiled with squinted eyes, and let out a typical silly laugh: "Ahahaha, what are you talking about, what next time, next time, I don't know anything~"

"Brother Ying——!"

The little orange hair who was teased again and again couldn't bear it anymore, and raised her head hurriedly and pushed it up.

However, he looked more like he wanted to kiss him than Shang Ying Er gave him a head hammer.

Natsume Eiji watched him approach with a smile, and said leisurely: "No, it's not a good dog to do something to the master, Chuya—"

As soon as the words fell, a golden light suddenly flashed in the air.

Natsume Eiji caught the falling clump of clothes, with a benevolent and vicious smile at the corner of his mouth, and skillfully pulled out one from the pile of clothes...

Chihuahua.

Orange hair and blue eyes, a big head and a small body, a Chihuahua so petite and cute that any high school girl who sees it can scream.

"Ah, this look is really nostalgic."

Natsume Eiji raised the puppy that was no bigger than a palm in front of his eyes, and laughed out loud looking at his blue doggy eyes, "You are still so cute, Chuya! Hahahaha——!"

"Wow! Woof woof woof—!!"

The little orange fluffy milk dog finally came to his senses at this moment, struggling in his hand and howling sharply, stretching out his small front paws to reach him.

Zhong Yuanzhong never expected that his cunning sweetheart would turn him into a dog to avoid questioning!No, maybe he had planned to do this when he saw that there was only one bed in the apartment, just to destroy his own calculation of wanting to share a bed with him! !

Damn it, Brother Ying, you bastard!Didn't what he said just now meant that he agreed to associate with him? !Why do you want to turn yourself into a dog? !

The key point is that the dog I became after I got the supernatural power is not tall and mighty at all, but the smallest of the small dogs that haven't grown much even after eight years - a pocket Chihuahua!When this goes on like this, when will he be able to establish a reliable boyfriend image in Brother Ying's heart! !

Eiji Natsume held Nakahara Nakaya's warm little body, watching him with great interest from roaring "Wow, woof" at the beginning, and gradually turned into holding his head and whimpering in annoyance. Unable to stop, "baji" kissed his puppy's face.

Zhong Yuanzhong was also stunned.

His big pointed ears stood up high as if frightened, and he stared at Eiji in astonishment for a while, the inside of his fluffy white ears suddenly turned red.Then, as if he suddenly thought of something, his expression quickly became sad and angry, and he slapped his little paw and screamed fiercely and aggrieved: "Wow, woof, woof, woof?!"

"You ask me if I prefer you in a doggy state?"

The owner of the supernatural ability understood his meaning without any hindrance, and said with a long smile, "Of course——"

Zhong Yuanzhong also let out a "wow", broke free from his grasp angrily, lay down on the table, covered his eyes with his little paws, and pointed his little butt at him angrily.

This cute look made Natsume Eiji laugh with his stomach in his arms, and snorted his warm, fluffy dog's head: "Of course - no! I like Chuya in both states, how can I only like dogs What about you in dog state!"

The small ears of the Zhongye dog trembled, one high and one low, showing a distinct "I'm listening" state: "Wow?" Really?

"Of course it's true! Alright, alright, don't worry about this, go take a shower with me!"

"Woof... woof woof?!" Chuya Quan was stunned for a moment, then turned around immediately after realizing the reaction, and the chubby dog ​​eyes looked at Eiji in shock.

However, Eiji didn't have any intention of explaining. He took him into his arms, squeezed his little ears and walked to the bathroom with a smile: "I really miss it, do you remember? I used to walk the dog——cough, for To prevent you from catching a cold if you wash too slowly, every time I turn you into a dog and then give you a bath."

"Wow? Woof woof?!" Wait a minute?Did you just say the word "pull the dog"? !

"Ahaha, let's not talk about that, let's go in!"

"Wow?! Wow! Wow! Wow! Wow -"

Wait? !Who said I want to take a shower with you! !Although I really want to wash it together, it shouldn't be like this! !Hey, wait a minute, Brother Ying——

The next day.

The young and handsome blue-haired man put on a well-fitting black suit with a loose tie, standing at the forefront of a group of black suits and raised his eyebrows at the "boss" above his head:

"Dazai-kun is saying that I am the only one in the vanguard?"

"That's right."

On the towering container, the black-haired young man was holding the game console in both hands. Hearing this, he looked at him coldly, with an undisguised chill in his gaze, "Is there any problem?"

Natsume Eiji looked at him quietly, and after a while, he smiled heartily as usual, and shrugged his shoulders relaxedly: "No, I have no problem, please leave it to me."

Osamu Dazai's eyes became colder when he heard the words, and he was about to open his mouth to taunt a few words, when Eiji immediately said: "But if you only send me, a newcomer who just joined the organization yesterday, to explore such a tightly guarded stronghold—"

He glanced at the photo of the base of the hostile organization that he sent to his mobile phone and took it from a distance, pointed at the densely packed guns on it), smiled innocently and innocently at Osamu Dazai, "Is it not possible Convincing the public?"

--Indeed it is.

The black suits behind him conveyed the emotion of awe and horror at the right time, but they were afraid of Osamu Dazai's coldness, so they didn't dare to express this emotion.

But even so, people with a discerning eye can see their thoughts - they probably think that Osamu Dazai made things difficult for Eiji because he is not pleasing to the eye, so they want him to die.

After all, according to common sense, except for the masters of the quasi-cadre level in the Central Plains, who can survive under the strict guards of the target stronghold with only one person's strength?

Osamu Dazai naturally knows what his subordinates are thinking, and he also has a way to deal with it.

It's just that he originally planned to say these words on his own initiative.

"Why, didn't you say to leave it to you?"

The young man snorted secretly in his heart, but his expression was still sneering and indifferent, and he stared at Ying Er with a sense of cruelty, "You already knew that I planned to select the subordinate who contributed the most in this operation and award him The position of the new leader of the ten people, that's why you are not afraid of death and ask someone to take the lead, isn't it?"

That's right, this is the way he was prepared to deal with the doubts of his subordinates from the very beginning.

In an illegal organization like the Mafia, everyone can become a desperado for status and money.As long as he said that the person who made the first contribution in this mission could become the new leader of the ten men, the group of Black Lizards would lose their minds and fight for him like a shark smelling blood.

At that time, Natsume Eiji, who became a "snap runner" under his plan, would be hostile by the entire Black Lizard, and no one would sympathize with him, and no one would suspect him of avenging himself because of him.

The perfect plan, but because of this impostor's questioning, he had to change from the person who issued the notice to the person who explained and justified...

The eyes of the young man who had lost the initiative for a while in the rare verbal confrontation were even more annoyed, but he immediately adjusted his mentality and looked at Eiji with a sarcastic look.

He wanted to hear how this guy would react—was he pointing out that he hadn't told him about the head of ten at all?Or should he follow his words and explain his "leading" thing?

No matter which one he chooses, he has a way to press him to death on the corresponding charges.

However, to his surprise, the blue-haired man below didn't mean to accuse him or defend himself at all. He just smiled slightly, looked at him gently with conniving eyes, and asked in confirmation:

"Those who have done the best work in this mission can get the position of ten commander, and Dazai-kun has already allowed me to go to the enemy stronghold two streets away, right?"

Osamu Dazai looked into his eyes, was inexplicably dazed for a moment, and then answered with a cold face and rather impatiently: "Are you an idiot, you have to double-check such a simple thing? - Also, who allows you to call him so casually?" Me?"

"Ah, yes, this is indeed my negligence."

Facing the huge malice emanating from the young man, which frightened the colleagues behind him to the point of holding their breath, Natsume Eiji still bent his eyes with a smile, and nodded in a good-tempered and even bullying way: "Then——Master Dazai, I'll go gone?"

——What kind of irritating coaxing tone is this! !

Osamu Dazai felt an unexplained anger in his heart, forced a distorted sneer, and turned his head away pretending to be indifferent.

The man below chuckled thinking he couldn't hear, turned around and left under the gaze of everyone.

Osamu Dazai closed his eyes out of sight and out of mind, his hands under the black windbreaker were irritated and unknowingly picking at the corners of his clothes.

Not long after, his cell phone rang suddenly.

Osamu Dazai glanced at the phone and found that it was an unfamiliar number. He was about to hang up, but something suddenly flashed through his mind.

He frowned, and reluctantly connected the phone after a short thought.

The next moment, the deafening roar of the machine gun sounded like thunder, almost deafening his ears!

Reflexively, he moved away from the phone and turned on the hands-free, his face completely sunken amidst the deafening battle sounds, his voice was filled with a sense of danger like a maggot attached to the bone: "Natsume-kun, what are you doing?"

["Ah, Dazai-sama, I just want to tell you that it is just right for you to bring someone here now."]

The brisk answer from the man who was standing in front of him more than ten minutes ago came from the opposite side. The cheerful tone was incompatible with the background sound of the phone.

Osamu Dazai frowned, stood up without thinking, and hurried over there while asking repeatedly: "You fought with the opponent? Didn't I ask you to find out the situation?! Who told you to fight with them?! "

["Ahahaha, this..."]

There was a chuckle on the phone, but there seemed to be something palpitating in the clear and magnetic voice, which made the person who heard the call feel chills unconsciously.

["——You will know after a look."]

A few minutes later, some poor organization that offended Port Mafia was at the door.

A group of tall men stood in the open space, facing the dilapidated base already soaked in bullet holes and blood, falling into a suffocating silence.

A man was cut in half with a machine gun and nailed to the outer wall of the second floor. The cold wind blew past, blowing his blood-stained clothes and his scarlet neck that was bare and without a head to cover. .

Countless blood flowed down the wall, forming a bloody curtain that exuded a strong smell of blood and made people instinctively feel fear and chill.

——From when Osamu Dazai got the call to when they arrived, was there 5 minutes between them?

In such a short period of time, no one survived this huge armed base that was expected to require the entire Black Lizard's full onslaught.

As far as the eyes can see, there are cruel pictures like purgatory everywhere, blood, heads, fragments of human body, eyes of death, torn apart buildings... what is presented in front of their eyes is by one person... no, by the strength of human beings Hell that simply cannot be created.

Some people were vomiting, some people backed away in fear, and even Dazai Osamu who stood at the front was pale.

He wasn't afraid, he had seen countless corpses during the Dragon Head War, and that scene was several times more cruel than it is now.

But it is undeniable that even he has never seen such a cruel way of beheading someone's head.

Not to mention judging from the incision, these people were all beheaded...

What a vicious, vicious and cruel sword technique.

The kind of coldness and inhumanity that does not treat the opponent as a human being in every move is simply creepy.

And this kind of sword technique was used by Natsume Eiji.

Natsume...Eiji.

Eiji...

"—Ah, you're here, Dazai-sama."

A cheerful call suddenly reached Osamu Dazai's ears.

The young man clenched his fists and was caught in his own thoughts was startled indistinctly. He turned his head like an electric shock, and his shrunken pupils reflected the face of the man who came behind him at some point.

That person still had a smile as bright as the scorching sun on his face. Such a beautiful smile was exactly the same as the person in Dazai Osamu's memory. Osamu Dazai couldn't help but feel strong disobedience, resistance, and... heart palpitations from the traces that symbolize the slaughter.

"Master Dazai? What are you in a daze for?"

Looking directly at Osamu Dazai's gloomy eyes, the blue-haired man tilted his head in doubt, but he quickly put the matter behind him, and stuffed Osamu Dazai with a USB flash drive with his clean hands .

"Here, here is the information you need."

With the identity of a rookie who logically should not know the inside story of the mission at all, he smiled as if he didn't know how shocking he said, and then lightly lifted the object in his right hand under Dazai Osamu's stiff gaze.

"As for this, it is what you and Mr. Mori want, the life of the leader of this organization."

Osamu Dazai unpreparedly took a panoramic view of the scene of him lifting his head, the only exposed kite eyes shrank suddenly, feeling suffocated for a moment.

But he didn't show the slightest clue on his face, he just looked at that one eye silently, and then pulled out a sneering smile on his pale face: "Why, you got so close, because you thought I would look like an innocent kid Are you screaming in fright?"

He looked away from that head indifferently, and stared coldly at Natsume Eiji's eyes, but the withered leaf-colored eyes were full of emptiness: "Don't dream, I've seen this kind of thing much more than you, it's not at all Impossible to be afraid of—”

"Are you really not afraid?"

The man in front of him suddenly interrupted him.

Osamu Dazai paused for a moment, then laughed lightly as if feeling amused, raised his chin provocatively at the head with the unique sharpness and arrogance of young people: "You think I will be afraid of this?"

"No, I didn't say this is what you're afraid of." Natsume Eiji unexpectedly denied him, smiling quite calmly, but strangely made Osamu Dazai feel the pressure.

...as if he had seen it all.

But how is that possible.

The fake smile on the young man's lips remained unchanged, he squinted his eyes before opening his mouth, Eiji stepped forward abruptly, and whispered in his ear:

"What you're really afraid of is the one who appears here when he shouldn't be here, and the one who should kill people when he's obviously not supposed to be here...Is this 'me'?"

The sound of breathing in the ears stopped very slightly.

Then, Eiji heard the young man's unapologetic sarcasm: "What nonsense are you talking about? You were infected by Chuya's idiot cells in just one day, and started talking nonsense?"

"You should have known from the restaurant owner yesterday when I appeared on Saibo Street, right?"

Natsume Eiji turned a deaf ear to his naive provocation in his own eyes, threw deadly weights one after another on his own, and at the same time distanced himself from him and looked at him again with a smile.

"If I'm not mistaken, your 'he' and I have lived in this world under the name of Eiji for a long time, and the ages probably don't match. That is to say, your love and I have no It can't be the same person."

The blue-haired man stared at Osamu Dazai, who had lost his smile at some point and stared gloomyly at him with eyes so cold that they were not human, as if he was entertained by his reaction, with an enthusiastic smile on his lips Meaning slowly deepened.

"You have clearly confirmed this, but after seeing me make such a behavior that is not like 'him' with the face of 'him' today, I still feel repulsed and resisted, and even showed an out-of-control expression as if I was stung expression."

When Eiji said this, he couldn't help but shake his head with emotion, his bent eyes looked so odious to Osamu Dazai that he could hardly control the crazily surging killing intent in his chest.

Natsume Eiji was completely adapted to the cruel and terrifying killing intent of young people in the eyes of ordinary people. It would be better to say that he was not affected at all, as if this thick killing intent was like a drizzle to him.

He stood on the spot with a leisurely and relaxed posture, under Dazai Osamu's vicious gaze, mockingly, but at the same time he said hypocritically like pity——

"You really love that trash, Dazai-sama."

"..."

In the overwhelming malice pouring in like a completely opened abyss.

Natsume Eiji casually threw away the head in his hand, thinking happily in his heart:

How can it be interesting to meet each other in a smooth sailing?Now that they have decided to pretend to be two people who are okay, then as expected——

Or add some spicy seasoning to taste it.