I write dog blood in Yokohama

"Eat the celery."

At the moment, a restaurant across from the hotel.

Zhong Yuan Zhong also stopped me from secretly picking vegetables, black lines appeared on his delicate face, I choked up, and put down the fork angrily: "Senior Zhong Ye, bad."

Akutagawa, who has always wanted to defeat me, can help him eat the disgusting vegetables. Could it be that Akutagawa, who is clamoring to fight and kill, is his partner.

That's right, we left the station smoothly. After going through all kinds of ups and downs, the other two senior bosses and I finally got rid of our luggage and followed them diligently to find a restaurant for dinner.

Osamu Dazai said that staying with the slug for a second would be a torment, and he slipped away halfway through. The orange-haired boy wished that he would get out of here quickly, and it was best to just go back to Yokohama and never come back.

I:……

at a loss.

It doesn't matter who you talk to, as long as you can reimburse the food expenses for free, follow your immediate superior to the restaurant, the red-haired boy wearing a top hat is the same as when he was eating with him in the past, very talkative.

However, the superficial tranquility was quickly broken. I originally ordered a Western-style pasta happily, but I never thought that his pasta would have sliced ​​celery in it!

I have never encountered such a situation before, and I sighed in a sad tone (although I still couldn't make an expression): "I didn't expect that Akuta is a better person."

"……what?"

Zhongyuan Zhong also seemed to think of something, his eyebrows twitched, his blue eyes looked at me, his expression seemed to be reprimanded, I quickly said: "Senior Zhongye, I haven't seen each other for 5 days. you."

"..."

The words that Zhongyuan Zhongye was about to say suddenly stuck in his throat, he paused, and his tone softened a lot: "Sorry, there are a lot of things these days."

"But don't think you can be picky eaters just by changing the subject? Hey! The celery fell on the table!"

"Tsk." Seeing that the attack of soft words failed, I had no choice but to retreat and put my arms on the table: "I see."

"Then let's give it a try, Chuya-senpai."

I pulled the chair a little closer to the table and put my elbow on the table: "Please wrestle with me, the loser will eat all the celery."

The orange-haired boy sitting opposite didn't seem to know what to complain about. He looked at me speechlessly, and he twitched the corner of his mouth: "I said you, you should know that my supernatural ability is gravity control, right?"

"... Forget it, finish my meal properly after the trial."

Zhongyuan Zhong also put his hand over and held my right hand. Feeling the rubber touch on the boy's black glove, I silently breathed a sigh of relief.

"What's the matter?" The orange-haired boy looked over sharply and asked suspiciously.

"It's nothing." Realizing that there is no difference in the emotion when holding the other party and holding Osamu Dazai, I nodded with satisfaction, secretly thinking about the self-portrait hidden in my arms, the words about wrist enhancement have of course been written long ago, including erasing The male god Chuya also has supernatural powers...but this time he brought a small portrait, not the at least 79% oil painting that was left in the hotel.

"Then let's begin."

After finishing the words, he activated his supernatural ability without hesitation. Zhongya Zhongya froze his arm that was about to use force. He froze for a moment, and was surprised to find that his supernatural power had been weakened by at least 45%.

next second.

My arm exploded with amazing muscles, hideous blood vessels covered the skin, and in the blink of an eye, I broke the arm of the red-haired boy onto the table.

"what?!"

Zhong Yuan was also shocked on the spot, his blue eyes widened slightly, and he looked at my thick arm that was comparable to a unicorn arm just now in surprise: "Your arm... let me see."

"Eh?"

Seeing the orange-haired boy pull my arm, I hurriedly removed the ability in embarrassment. The arm that removed the ability was completely different from the muscular look just now. It was soft and no different from a normal girl's arm. Chuya's hand has already pinched my arm: "Ability... Can your guy's ability still reach this level? It's not bad."

"Yeah." My old face flushed, I couldn't help shrinking my arms, my flesh itched when I was pinched: "Senior Chuya, aren't you angry?"

"...After all, I underestimated the enemy, tsk, it seems that Boss wants to use 'that' for this business trip."

Zhongyuan Zhong also retracted his hand, and in an instant he figured out the purpose of this business trip. His eyes looked over again, and he noticed that my cheeks were flushed, and he suddenly became uncomfortable.

As if remembering the soft touch just now, the orange-haired boy lowered the brim of his hat, his hands seemed to be scalded and he didn't know where to put them, and said in a disguised manner: "You...why are you blushing."

I scratched my cheek and said embarrassedly: "Senior Chuya, HH's."

"Varied…?!!"

The orange-haired boy seemed to think that he had heard something wrong, his cheeks were also stained crimson, and he almost covered my mouth with excitement, which attracted the attention of the surrounding guests.

"Also, it's not 'oh my god', it's Jiaojiao."

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "..."

"I really lost to you."

***

After we returned to the hotel where we were temporarily staying, even if we waited until almost midnight, we did not find a occasionally reliable black-haired boy, and we had to admit something that could not be ignored.

Osamu Dazai disappeared.

"Damn it, where did that mackerel go at a time like this?!" Zhongyuan Zhong also frowned. His subordinates just notified the latest news that they had discovered the stronghold of the headquarters of the rebellious force, and many members who rushed over They were all hit, and casualties have already occurred.

I rubbed my chin expressionlessly, rolled down the window of the car and looked out the window without blinking. The colorful neon lights were flickering in the strange city. Compared with Yokohama, the air here lacked the smell of sea salt.

"Senior Chuya, how long will it take to reach the stronghold?"

"About 10 minutes, what's the matter?"

Nakahara Nakaya, who decided to drive directly to the headquarters of the hostile organization, stepped on the gas pedal. He took a look at me and kept shifting gears.

"Mr. Dazai, you won't disappear for no reason." I recalled all the scenes I experienced before, Dazai Osamu didn't want to eat together, so he stopped me, and took the tram with me to Tokyo, wait, time goes back a little... …When you arrive in Tokyo, go to a candlelight dinner right away. Didn’t he say that?

With the emergence of this idea, Nakahara Chuya also drove the car within the range of the stronghold, and my eyes were immediately attracted by the hotel not far away that seemed to have at least a 4-star rating.

Within a [-]-meter radius, it was the only restaurant suitable for candlelight dinners.

My mind ran through it quickly, and I calmly looked at the orange-haired boy sitting next to me again: "Senior Chuya, I suspect that the stronghold is fraudulent, it's a trap."

"Of course I know that kind of thing..." Zhongyuan Zhongye stared at the front with sharp blue eyes, his brows were still slightly frowned, and he grinned a little irritably: "But whether it's a trap or not, I will blow them all up." fly."

"Then be careful."

I unfastened the seat belt of the passenger seat, checked that I was fully equipped, and stepped on the edge of the window with one foot: "I can probably guess where Mr. Dazai is. Please come over in time after you finish."

The enemy is probably divided into two waves of combat power.

One wave was at the stronghold that the subordinates inquired about, and the other wave was at Dazai Osamu's. The purpose was to separate the legendary two blacks. I am afraid that the enemy had already inquired about the news when we first arrived in Tokyo.

Zhong Yuanzhong also looked at me in surprise, and nodded seriously without asking further questions: "I see."

After strengthening my body strength a bit, I stepped on the window and jumped out of the car, rolled on the ground a few times to relieve the impact, and according to my guess, rushed to the hotel building not far away.

I suspect Osamu Dazai was tied up.

He took out his portrait with a 70% similarity, wrote [Invisibility] next to the portrait, and activated his supernatural ability to sneak into the restaurant a little bit. What was completely different from my impression was that this building was no less than the Hong Kong and Black headquarters. Not a single person.

In this way, I kept my invisibility and climbed upstairs. The more I went up, the more weird I felt, until I found a simple and unpretentious door that was no different from the compartment on the top floor.

"Squeak-"

Just opening the door a small crack, the piercing sound resounded through the empty corridor. I immediately hid behind the door vigilantly, took out two guns from my pocket, and pressed them to my ears.

Carefully looking inside along the crack of the door, there is no doubt that there is a figure sitting there.

The bandage-wrapped black-haired boy was tied in the middle of the room, sitting on a wooden chair with his head down, breathing weakly, with a look of ignorance, completely different from the lively look a few hours ago.

I couldn't help falling into silence.

That's Osamu Dazai, right?Absolutely so...so what is he pretending to be! ?

Silently, I pushed open the wooden door and calculated the time. I am afraid that my invisibility is at its limit now. After all, 70% is not equal to 100%. Kneeling half-kneeling at the door without strength, he didn't step in easily.

"Mr. Dazai, please wake up."

"Ah, it's Xiaojiao... You found me." The handsome young man sitting there raised his head slightly when he heard the sound of the door, revealing his bloody forehead that had been beaten at first glance.

"Really." Osamu Dazai coughed a few times, his eyes narrowed: "You are finally here, I have suffered a lot."

"Obviously you can break free by yourself."

I squatted at the door speechless for a while to recover my strength. The most famous title of the former boss of the black mud spirit is Yokohama Lockpicker. He came to this kind of place alone to lure the enemy out on his own initiative.

"Well, although I wanted to lure the snake out of the hole in advance." Osamu Dazai glanced at his feet, "But I failed a little bit, and I was caught by accident. When Xiaojiao and Zhongya and Hemeimei were having a candlelight dinner .”

He glanced at his feet?

I completely ignored the other party's sarcastic remarks. I observed that Osamu Dazai's injuries were not serious. I'm afraid the enemy is just trying to detain him here as a bait, and there is no manpower in this building. This means...the combat power is all in that stronghold?

I pointed my pistol at the cuffs on Osamu Dazai's wrist, although I felt that he had already untied them in advance: "Then, I will untie them for you."

"It's unnecessary."

Sure enough, Osamu Dazai stood up, snapped his fingers and the thing on his wrist fell off. Although he stood up, he did not leave the floor tile under his feet.

I frowned. Is there something wrong with the floor tiles under his feet?It made me a little afraid to step into that room easily, so I simply asked the question directly: "Mr. Dazai won't come out."

"That's where I get a headache, it's a little harder to get out."

The black-haired boy standing across from him sighed. Before he could say anything more, his expression froze suddenly, his iris-colored eyes dimmed: "Xiaojiao, get out of that place!"

what? !

I didn't have any doubts or asked back questions, and I reacted sensitively and rolled to the side on the spot following the other party's words. The place where I was standing was suddenly attacked by an unclear object, and the unnatural cold wind was mixed with some unspeakable strangeness. taste.

The spiky, sticky, gray-green attack did not retreat, but followed the direction that attacked me just now, and violently attacked Osamu Dazai who was not far away.

I was taken aback, calculated the speed and distance urgently, and decided to rush over to save the other party.

"and many more!!"

Eh?

Osamu Dazai yelled abruptly, but it was too late, the sole of my foot stepped on the floor tiles in the house, and the whole ground suddenly became soft and muddy like cement that hadn't dried, and the ground that turned into a swamp stretched out desperately like an octopus The tentacles grew rapidly and flicked around.

Damn, what does this taste like...

The whole change took place in less than 2 seconds, and the clean house just now turned into a hideous and gloomy swamp in an instant.

Seeing the swamp spikes that Osamu Dazai couldn't avoid at all, stepping forward, I gritted my teeth, strengthened my feet to break free from the swamp, rushed over and pushed the opponent away, and the spikes that were about to attack immediately pierced into it. His own chest was almost pierced through.

"cough!"

Suddenly spit out a big mouthful of blood, unbearable pain came from my chest, I really fucking regretted it, and covered the blood hole on my body: "Dazai... Mister... Run away."

Osamu Dazai's eyes widened a little.

The quagmire spikes have been retracted, and I inevitably spit out another mouthful of blood. My forehead was sweating in pain, and I looked down at the only floor tile on which I could stand. It turns out that... so the whole room is a swamp. The ground is intact.

It's my own intention.

Consciousness is withdrawing rapidly, my heart should have been poked a hole, damn it, did you write "healing" on the portrait before, it seems to be there, I hope 70% of the healing effect can save the heart.

I raised my weak hand, even if I just moved it, it hurt so much that it bleed again. I didn't have time to cry or worry about my injury. I tried to let the black-haired boy next to me use supernatural powers to eliminate these swamps. Hurry up Run out to find Zhongye: "Senior Zhong...ye, he is..."

"I know that kind of thing, so don't talk!"

Osamu Dazai interrupted me suddenly, his expression was covered by slightly curly bangs, he seemed to want to get closer, but he was reminded of something, and he didn't dare to touch my body at all.

"it's a pity."

The third voice, which was different from the two people, sounded out of nowhere. The deformed tiles on the ground were completely swallowed by the swamp, and a man with long and fluttering yellow hair walked into the room.

"The swamp in this room is real, it's just combined with my 'power' to make it move even crazier."

With the fall of this strange voice, the rattan-like swamp once again condensed into the floor tiles suddenly, and I was suspended in mid-air when I was already a little confused, and the severe pain directly awakened my vague consciousness a lot.

Swallowing the blood in my mouth, 70% of the treatment should have taken effect. The blood hole in my chest is filling, but the speed is not fast. Just breathing involves the pain of the wound and faints.

He stared down at the strange man who suddenly appeared. He didn't know him at all, and there was no such person in the information he got in advance.

"Looks like PortMafia is nothing more than that."

The villain on stage stood firmly in the middle of the swamp, "Fortunately, I'm still so afraid of double blacks, I sent all the combat power of the organization to the fake stronghold over there, and even revealed my real Boss identity, guarding here alone. "

"Little girl." The man who claimed to be the enemy Boss laughed softly: "If you put your hope in that gravity operator, I'm afraid he won't come, and he will be buried in that abandoned false stronghold forever..."

With the end of this sentence, there was only a "bang", and a huge explosion happened at the place the man said.

"Will it come, you will know if you try it?"

A cold, low voice suddenly resounded throughout the room, and a ochre-red figure floating in the air appeared behind the long-haired man, and directly embedded him into the mud wall.

"how is this possible?!"

He was slapped in the face as soon as he uttered the villain's declaration. The man who claimed to be the boss of the organization had a look of disbelief: "That stronghold contains all the combat power of the organization, explosive equipment, and even three people with different abilities..."

"Ah." Zhong Yuanzhong also pulled up the brim of his hat a little, revealing his sharp blue eyes, "So it took a little time to solve everything."

He observed the battle situation in the house with his eyes. The entire ground can only be called a muddy swamp sea. On the only tile where he can stand, the black-haired boy standing there bowed his head, looking like he didn't know what he was thinking. If you look closely, you can find that the other party's fingers are trembling slightly.

Zhong Yuanzhong also frowned, and continued to observe upwards. When he glanced at me who was strung in mid-air by the "vines" in the mud, his eyes finally widened slightly, and his voice was no longer as cold and steady as before, even with A little dry: "Hey, your heart..."

"..."

I was in so much pain that I was sweating profusely even when I was breathing, let alone talking. I didn't even have the strength to explain anything. My tired eyes turned to the Boss, who kept shuttling through the swamp.

It’s really fast, the ferocious and continuous attacks are constantly pressing towards the Central Plains, the enemy boss is like a fish in the water, but unfortunately the mud under him is more rogue and ferocious than sea water.

Physical attacks are not effective at all. No matter how you attack the swamp, it will regenerate. Nullification may not be able to eliminate all these tumbling swamps, because they are real, and there are machines at the bottom to help churn them.

"Senior Zhongye."

I almost exhausted my last strength and took out his portrait from my arms: "Use that."

"but you!!"

"Believe me..." I twitched the corner of my mouth. If he had a quick fight, he could still survive if he was sent to rescue him now. After all, the heart and body are trying their best to repair 70%, but if other abilities are used in the middle, the speed Might be a little slower.

"Tsk!" Nakahara Chuya gritted his teeth tightly, raised his hand and bit off the glove forcefully, and said in a low voice without any hesitation: "You, gloomy naru filthy xu rong yo, change めて, われを目覚ますことなかれ."

The orange-haired boy used the filthy form as he wished. I tried my best to stay awake and held my breath to activate the supernatural power, but I spit out a big mouthful of blood again, and the nosebleed continued to flow from the tip of my nose.

"Hey…!"

Zhong Yuanzhong's handsome eyebrows were tightly frowned. When he said this, he was stunned for a moment. He looked at his palm and arm in amazement. It was indeed covered with red lines caused by the dirty form.

But he has reason.

Even if the turbidity is turned on, the power can be controlled freely, without wasting time, I immediately choose to fight the boss of the hostile organization. Maybe there will be an episode of fighting in the anime. It really happened in front of my eyes, but only a few minutes passed.

The sound and light of explosions continued to emanate from the towering hotel building.

Using the gravity ball to blast the enemy boss for the final blow, Nakahara Nakaya's flexible body finally became stiff. The moment the dazzling light hit the enemy, Osamu Dazai, who had been silent all this time, suddenly moved .

He lowered his eyes, pressed the signaling device in his hand expressionlessly, and the bomb buried in the mud on the floor suddenly exploded, combining with the gravity ball created by Zhongye Zhongye.

"Boom—"

The mud swamp, together with this room, was blown up and disappeared forever in the ten-story building.

I felt that the things that fettered me dissipated in an instant, and I lost control of the quagmire, and my body inevitably fell downwards.

No... no, it hurts to death even if you move even a little bit, and the use of supernatural powers is seriously overloaded. Blood may accumulate in the eyes, and large chunks of blood are choked in the throat. Even if you are not tired and dizzy, you must Again dizzy.

So in this situation, there is really no way to use supernatural powers to grow wings or something...

I closed my eyes tightly, silently waiting for the bad news of my tragic fall to the ground. To be honest, just closing my eyes hurts until the scalp of my brain is numb, I might as well pass out as soon as possible.

However, surprisingly, as soon as the field of vision entered the darkness, the sense of weightlessness of the extremely rapid fall stagnated in mid-air.

I subconsciously opened my heavy eyelids, and my gaze followed the touch to look upwards—it was Zhong Yuan Zhong who caught me in mid-air in time.

"It's really... a worrying guy."

The clear azure blue eyes stared straight at me helplessly, the red-haired boy hugged my body horizontally as he said so, but the tip of his nose was also overflowing with nosebleeds.

The filthy state is lifted, and the supernatural powers I used on him are also lifted. Nakahara Chuya's current physical state should be the same as that in the anime after using the filthy. He is exhausted and unable to move a finger.

Sure enough, the boy who was floating in the air and trying to catch me spat out a mouthful of blood, and fell down uncontrollably in the next second.

Fragments of short orange hair fluttered unnaturally in the air, and the edge of the brim of the hat was also on the verge of crumbling. He lowered his eyes, raised his arms to protect my head, turned over in the air with all his strength, and landed on the ground just in time. under the body.

"Jiaojiao, give it to me, live." Zhong Yuanzhong also clasped the back of my head tightly, and passed out after saying this sentence.

The two fell to the ground at the same time. Although I was protected by my reliable boss, I also uncontrollably spit out the blood clot in my throat. This time I really couldn't hold on.

The blood-red vision is completely blurred, the pain and five senses are all lost, and even the surrounding situation is beginning to be unclear. The heart that has been repaired to 70% beats weakly, so weak that it seems that the traces of the beating cannot be caught.

The human cushion under him that protected him in time seemed to be gradually moving away, and it seemed that another pair of arms gently hugged him horizontally.

The dry breath mixed with the smell of blood filled the tip of his nose. The man's movements were gentle and careful, and the quiet atmosphere enveloped him. His breathing was so quiet that it was very stable, as if he was being attacked by the back, but he was calm in this silence. Too weird.