Bandage fine tricks

Time is a mysterious sculptor.

The current Nana's understanding of this sentence is unprecedentedly deep: half a year ago, she would never have imagined that the teacher who has been reliable and trustworthy since she met, would be so... a dog when she was young.

She even accepted the fact that Mr. Dazai used to be a gangster, thinking that there would be nothing more outrageous than this, but in the end...

Osamu Dazai proved it with facts, of course it can be even more outrageous-Mr. Dazai, do you know that you are attacking your own future students! ?Heaven, earth, master, master, you are disregarding human relations!

...Oh, he doesn't know, that's all right.

The sting when she wiped her lips reminded her of what happened just now, which made Nana feel that her slap and kick seemed too light.

Even if Mr. Dazai is very afraid of pain... the current Mr. Dazai is not the Mr. Dazai she knows, so there is no problem with her hitting harder!

The girl with the full anger gauge put down her hand and was about to beat up the apprentice again when she keenly sensed the change in the surrounding environment: This is... tsk!

Jiao Hao frowned, and the girl with tea crystal eyes glanced at the boy who had been kicked on the ground by her and hadn't gotten up for a long time, then turned and left.

Just as her figure disappeared at the warehouse door, Osamu Dazai noticed that the surrounding environment had changed: the smell of wood slag that could be clearly smelled was blown away by the sea breeze, and those tall containers and lights returned.

"Dazai-sama... Dazai-sama!!"

The subordinates who came to report the situation were shocked to find that their boss seemed to have been attacked by someone during this period, fell to the ground and coughed, came over in panic, but was pushed away by Osamu Dazai.

The young man pushed his subordinate away impatiently, and quickly looked around: he was gone.

If it weren't for the pain in the mouth and stomach that had just been kicked hard, he might even think he was hallucinating.

But that's not an illusion.

Osamu Dazai's face was cloudy when he found a dry grass leaf that was inadvertently stuck on his long windbreaker.

"Go and investigate," the subordinate bowed his head respectfully and listened to the voice of the boss above his head, "The changes in this area in the past 30 years, immediately!"

Those wooden boxes loaded with guns... It is very likely that they were used during the war of supernatural beings ten years ago, but just in case, let's push the time back a little bit... Osamu Dazai thought in his heart He said, but he didn't stop to order: "Including the owner, lessee or power of the land."

After assigning the task to his subordinates, Osamu Dazai touched his abdomen, which was not feeling much pain anymore, and felt a little surprised: just now it was so painful that he couldn't even stand up, but now it doesn't hurt... This is intentional. Attack at the point of pain, not to cause more damage to the enemy.

He unconsciously touched his lips that were still stinging slightly. When he realized what he was doing, the boy quickly put down his hand and turned cold.

Even if he did such a thing...too merciful.

It will make him feel that he can be "allowed" to do more extreme things.

—After all, you see, she didn't give enough "punishment", did she?

"Dazai?"

Sakunosuke Oda, who was drinking slowly in Lupin's bar, was surprised to see the organization's cadre, his friend who declared that "we must catch that guy tonight" came down the stairs of the bar from the door.

"The operation ended early?" Oda Sakunosuke guessed, based on Osamu Dazai's reputation in the underground port of Mafia, the resume of this cadre who is called "he is Mafia itself" is just to arrest a person who already knows his whereabouts Intruder, it's no surprise that work ends early.

But Oda Sakunosuke felt that things were not that simple.

Because it was the first time he saw that kind of anger mixed with unwillingness on his friend's face.

amazing.

he thought.

Dazai would have such an expression.

"Although the operation did end early...but it's because the target escaped." Osamu Dazai sat down next to Sakunosuke Oda, and sighed, "And I found other things worth noting...Saku Oda, I feel like I've been tricked."

"Oh?"

"That guy... clearly lured me to the port pier tonight, just to let me discover those 'abnormalities', so that Mafia at the port will notice the 'abnormalities' that have happened on our site that no one has noticed yet."

"Really?" Oda Sakunosuke felt very novel: How could someone make a fool of Osamu Dazai?If those organizations that were easily manipulated by Osamu Dazai knew about this, they might not be able to resist drinking champagne to celebrate in hell, right?

This novelty made Oda Sakunosuke couldn't help looking at Osamu Dazai, and at this moment, he noticed the wound on the boy's mouth.

Injuries are commonplace for Osamu Dazai, and Sakunosuke Oda knows this well. His friend is active in the center of violence and death. It is not uncommon for a certain part of the body to be in a state of repair. .

"What's wrong with your lips?" Oda Sakunosuke asked, it was the first time he saw Osamu Dazai injured in such a place, and he wondered in his heart whether the circuit on the pier was damaged. Be careful with a fall.

Judging from the experience that his last injury was caused by falling into the gutter while reading a book while walking and injured his leg, this probability is still very high.

Osamu Dazai subconsciously stretched out his hand to touch the corner of his mouth, then put it down quickly, pretending not to care, and said, "It was just accidentally scratched while catching the cat."

"That's right," Oda Sakunosuke nodded, "Cats are indeed prone to stress attacks."

He's been caught before, and it's the kind of swift attack that even the perfect clothes can't defend against.

"That's right, I just..." Osamu Dazai quickly blurted out what he had done, "I just scratched it up one by one, it hurts!" He licked the wound at the corner of his mouth, only tasted a little rust, this Made him frown.

Although it smelled fishy and sweet...but it wasn't the taste he wanted.

"Boss, do you have any sweet and sour drinks?" Osamu Dazai said something that would easily fill most of the bar owners with anger, but considering that this guy who usually ordered things in the bar on weekdays, stood at the counter The mood of the bartender at the back was exceptionally calm: it would be fine if it wasn't dish soap.

Isn't it just drinks, the bar is also available!

Oda Sakunosuke saw more from this: "Is there still a job?"

"No, I don't think my subordinates will be able to find the information I want them to find before dawn...so I'm going to finish this drink and go back to sleep." Osamu Dazai picked up the non-alcoholic mojito pushed by the bartender , toast Sakunosuke Oda.

The latter picked up the wine glass knowingly.

A light touch.

But the night didn't end so easily.

After bidding farewell to Sakunosuke Oda, Osamu Dazai returned to his residence and lay down, closing his eyes.

He dreamed of the night.

Time seemed to be reversed five hours ago. In that dim warehouse, he dreamed that he kissed him. She didn't push him away until those people who got in the way disappeared.

The distance between the two of them was so close that they were skin to skin, Osamu Dazai could clearly smell the scent of lemon shower gel: the scent that should have been very sharp, became soft because it was mixed with the user's own scent You Ya, take a breath, and you will feel that your chest is filled with her scent.

It should be her scent, Osamu Dazai thought, he used the same shower gel, but he didn't have such a pleasant smell.

It's really bold. It's obvious that you are going to do invasion and infiltration work, but you dare to use such a body wash with obvious fragrance. Aren't you afraid that your position will be exposed by the smell?

It was very sweet in her mouth, and she could still taste a little bit of sour plum candy on her tongue. She just ate candy, and it was the candy scent he smelled before...

It is plum sugar, which is very common in restaurants in Chinatown, but it is not easy to buy in other places. Does she like to eat there on weekdays?

The brain tries hard to analyze various details, intending to divert attention, but the main consciousness doesn't think so.

"So... it means acquiescing?" He murmured, his Adam's apple slipped - he swallowed uncontrollably, "If you don't refuse, I'll...just continue?"

His hand reached into the hem of the snow-white skirt.

The sky is bright.

The person lying on the bed did not move for a long time.

Even if he woke up half an hour ago.

The teenager pressed his arms to his face, blocking his expression.

Made it to the end.

dreaming.

"Why is the quality of sleep so good at this time..."

Obviously, I usually wake up after not sleeping for a few hours.

Even nightmares are intermittent.

Why did last night...

The stubborn bell kept ringing, reminding him that the middle-aged uncle boss in the port mafia was still waiting for his mission report.

...Why couldn't this call come two or three hours earlier.

Then you don't have to... stop!Think no more!

Can't think any more!

The teenager angrily packed up the dream and threw it into the depths of his memory, ready to get up and pretend that nothing happened.

But when he moved his legs, the cold dampness from his sensory system made his efforts useless in an instant.

In the empty container hut, the voice of the young man, whose voice was no longer clear because he covered himself in the quilt, echoed:

"It sucks..."