I write dog blood in Yokohama

I got promoted.

Returning to Yokohama from Tokyo, I became the captain of the guerrilla team directly under the boss of the port mafia. If you want to ask how I know that I was seriously injured, it also comes from that day——

When I woke up, I felt pain all over my body, and my heart function weakened a lot. After all, 70% is not the same as 100%. It is a miracle that I survived.

"Yeah, Yaxun-kun."

As the leader of the organization, Mori Ogai, who was wearing a white coat, actually came to see me in the ward with his things, and handed out the rewards with a smile: "Get well soon, the organization can't lose the guerrilla captain, you're right Bar?"

When I woke up, I saw this handsome uncle’s face. My consciousness was still blurred. I wanted to close my eyes again. There were things stuck in my fingers and face, and the oxygen mask on the lower half of my face was not very good. It was so comfortable that the skin was red with scars.

He opened his mouth to say something, but the black-haired man standing by the bed noticed this, and stopped him with an unchanged smile: "It's okay, you don't need to speak yet."

"But I was really taken aback when I heard the mission report."

Mori Ogai's gaze shifted to my chest, his dark red eyes gleamed with a faint light: "Yahiro-kun's ability is only effective for living people, right?"

"Using the ability to heal the fatal wound that is near death, it's like, no matter what kind of injury you receive, you can heal it as long as you keep your breath..."

"Knock knock."

The man's meaningful words were interrupted by a crisp knock on the door, and Mori Ogai turned his head curiously, and took his hand out of the pocket of his white coat clearly: "Huh? It's Dazai-kun, come to visit ."

"..."

The black-haired boy who walked in had a dull face, and his deep iris-colored eyes looked at him without emotion: "It's really strange that the Boss would come to visit him in person."

"Well." Mori Ogai smiled lightly at the corner of his mouth, "After all, he is my lovable subordinate who can completely replace Dazai-kun with supernatural powers."

Osamu Dazai also seemed to have a grin, and looked back silently. The oppressive atmosphere of such a confrontation did not last long. As the number one slave of the organization, Mori Ogai left soon due to other important matters.

My sobriety was only temporary, my breathing was unsteady, my heartbeat was irregular, and I was about to fall asleep soon after my heavy eyelids closed. to my face, but quickly took it back.

The boy didn't know how long he stood there, until the sky outside was about to darken.

……

"Xiaojiao, is my choice really the right one?"

A faint murmur echoed in the room, although the voice was really small, so small that if you didn't listen carefully, you wouldn't notice the subtle confusion and helplessness in it, but I was in a light sleep and my consciousness was wandering. Wake up... Osamu Dazai seems to have turned around, with his back facing me, planning to leave the ICU ward.

I didn't want to care about him at first, and I don't even remember who came to visit me just now, I was so sleepy that I couldn't even open my eyelids, even if I woke up, it was as if I hadn't woken up, presumably the breathing frequency didn't change at all, but it was still when the boy was about to wake up. When he left, he reached out and grabbed his coat.

There is no right or wrong, he actually knows it very well, it doesn't matter where he stays, why did he suddenly ask such a question now.

"Mr. Dazai, thank you."

Looking at the black-haired boy with his back turned to me with tired eyes, I grabbed his black coat that was draped over his shoulders.

Osamu Dazai seemed to be frozen in place, his eyes widened slightly, he turned around, and after a moment of silence he said, "Xiaojiao?"

Of course, I was thanking him for helping me to the emergency room. If I was left there, I would definitely call GG directly.

It was as if my body had been crushed back and forth hundreds of times by a big truck. I was completely too lazy to speak and respond to the other party, so I quickly let go of my hand, closed my eyes and wanted to continue to rest.

However, the hand that was released was subconsciously grasped by the black-haired boy in an instant. Even Osamu Dazai, who stretched out his hand, was stunned. His bandage-wrapped fingers stroked the skin on the back of my hand, and his iris-colored eyes lowered slightly. a little.

"Mr. Dazai, obviously, I know the answer very well."

I wanted to pull my hand out, but I really didn't have the strength. I let the boy's wide and slender palm touch me speechlessly. After struggling for a while, I tried to encourage me: "No matter what you choose, I will support you."

After all, his expression just now looked really bad, and his silence was also scary... Hey, I can't protect myself, so why comfort this guy.

After saying a few words, I used up all my strength. Now I really don't have the desire to open my mouth at all. I am still in the ICU ward. I guess I just came back from the rescue. As a patient who has just been seriously injured , I don't have any thoughts in my head, I just want to sleep.

I fell into a deep sleep and didn't hear it. The bandaged black-haired boy sighed slightly: "Xiaojiao, you are always like this."

"If this goes on like this, I can't guarantee that something terrible will happen."

***

"If Senior Yaxun was knocked down by this kind of illness, then he is nothing more than that."

When I was fully awake, what I heard was such a sentence mixed with coughing.

I was so scared that I quickly closed my eyes.

After the person who spoke left, I sneaked open my eyes a little, and saw the black figure leave the ward, so I said... Akutagawa is willing to come and see me!

I took a look at the environment facing the gate, and found that it was not the same ward that I woke up by chance that day. It seemed that I had been transferred out of the ICU. Although my heart still hurt a little, my spirit recovered a lot, and the exhaustion completely disappeared.

Those minor injuries on his body can be resolved by using supernatural powers, and he was discharged from the hospital on the same day as before.

"Xiaojiao, what are you thinking?"

The sudden voice came from the back of my head, and I was startled. I quickly looked back at the door, and looked at the place on the other side of me, which was near the window.

There was an extremely familiar boy in bandages sitting there, leaning his elbows on the edge of the hospital bed, resting his chin on his hands, looking down at me with a smile: "Hey, you finally woke up."

"Really, after sleeping for so long, I almost used my ultimate skill - the kiss of true love to wake up the sleeping Snow White."

"..."

I took off the oxygen mask on my face without expression, and said inwardly, "Please don't sexually harass your subordinates casually."

Glancing at the electronic clock on the bedside table, ah, it is now ×××××××year, and a whole week has passed since the business trip in Tokyo that I remembered.

Speaking of it, I feel that my consciousness has been in a state of wandering. It seems that I woke up by accident when I was rescued. It should be in the early morning of the day when the mission was solved. When the sky was just dawn, after all, we eliminated the boss of the hostile organization It was already midnight.

"Well, does Xiaojiao want to eat an apple?"

Osamu Dazai who was lying next to me suddenly interrupted my thoughts, stood up leisurely, and took out a fruit basket out of nowhere like a conjurer: "It was given to you by everyone from Black Lizard, not even me. Come to think of it, Xiaojiao's popularity in Black Lizard is pretty good."

Of course, don't look at how many missions I have done with the black lizard.

I raised my head a little proudly, this action suddenly stretched my heart, I couldn't help but frowned, looked down at my bandage-wrapped chest, felt that it was necessary for me to draw a self-portrait again, hurry up and draw Produce oil paintings with a degree of realism close to 90%.

If I can reach that point, I can even write [have the ability to please the king not to die] next to my portrait, and use 90% of the ability to exert 100% of the healing effect.

Thinking about it this way, my supernatural ability is really buggy, but it also has limitations... For example, 70% of the portraits definitely cannot use that supernatural ability.

After coughing a little bit hard, I felt a stabbing pain in my chest. I sat up from the bed, trying to test the extent of my heart injury, but I didn't notice that Osamu Dazai who was sitting next to him had a flat expression and almost no expression on his face.

He suddenly took out a knife from his pocket, held the knife with his bandaged fingers and slowly lowered it, and with a few "swipes", he easily peeled the water-soaked apple into the shape of a bunny.

"Ha Yi opened his mouth—"

Huh? !

My eyes widened in confusion, and I was fed a piece of crisp and refreshing apple by surprise. I looked at the handsome young man who suddenly approached me in amazement. The cute little rabbit apple was peeled to look nice and stylish, and it lay on the plate in the boy's hand very obediently.

If you don't know this guy very well, the action of him smiling and feeding the little rabbit apple almost makes people think that the other party is some kind of clean, harmless, gentle and refreshing boy next door.

"Mr. Dazai, would you like some yo-yo plum..." I was so frightened that my wound almost recurred and I fainted on the spot.

"Huh?" Osamu Dazai tilted his head: "What is that, ah, but there are plums in the fruit basket."

"What a headache."

The delicate black-haired boy sighed, and actually started to rummage through the pile of greengages in the fruit basket: "If Xiaojiao wants to eat it, I'll help you peel it into a rose shape. Women should like beautiful ones." Flowers?"

"If it's Xiaojiao, it's not impossible to be satisfied."

……

Dazai Osamu, what's the matter with you?Are you still the boss of the Black Mud Essence I know? Qian! !

Then again, I used to investigate apple poisons, and I was almost poisoned by poisonous apples. Now I have a big shadow on apples. The thing he fed me just now is really not poisonous or anything else. what?

After I successfully returned from "refuge" in Tokyo, the Supernatural Secret Service found out that all the extremist undercover agents had been eradicated by myself.

Just as he was thinking about it, he saw Osamu Dazai sitting up again, holding the plums with his bandage-wrapped fingers, his hands nimbly peeling the plums into flowers in an instant and placing them on the plate for decoration.

He leaned lazily on the back of the chair, as if he wanted to taste the taste of the finished product, he directly used the stick that he fed me just now to reinsert a piece of little rabbit apple, and just like this, he put the stick I had eaten in his mouth, biting He chewed the brand new apple, and muttered as if evaluating something: "Well, it tastes pretty good."

I:……

"excuse me."

Before he could say anything, the door of the ward was suddenly opened, and another familiar ocher-red figure appeared in the quiet room. He was startled when he saw me who had gotten up, and his body relaxed visibly, as if With a relieved look: "What, are you awake?"

"It made me so worried..."

"Senior Chuya!" I hurriedly hugged the opponent's thigh, crying and wanting to accuse Osamu Dazai of his abnormal behavior.

Wait, why does the scene right now feel a little familiar.

It seems that the same scene happened last time I was hospitalized!

But this time, Zhong Yuanzhong did not back away in shock, his eyebrows trembled, he was speechless... he could even look at me helplessly, his blue eyes were full of tolerance, and he put his black gloved index finger against my cheek Forehead: "Just after waking up, the movement was so intense, is the wound okay?"

To be honest, it kind of hurts.

"Tsk, the guy who got in the way is here." Sitting next to him, Osamu Dazai lowered his face, threw away the fruit stick in his hand, and said in a sinister tone: "How could a certain slug who has been in a coma for a whole day appear on the ground?" Here, ah, really, today's good mood is gone."

"It was so hard to see Xiaojiao wake up, how are you going to compensate me, even the idiot who plots evil."

"That, that's because...!" Nakahara Zhongya was the first to be attacked by the words of being in a coma for a day, opened his mouth in a panic, then gritted his teeth, and said angrily, "Bastard Dazai, you The guy looks like he's plotting something wrong!"

"I'm going to see my... What's wrong with my subordinates?!"

"I'm no longer a subordinate." Osamu Dazai stared at the orange-haired boy standing opposite, and said with a smile, "Xiaojiao is now the captain of PortMafia's guerrilla team, and she directly belongs to the Boss. Boss has been equivalent to her since a long time ago." Half of them belong directly to the boss."

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "..."

"What else? Every time Chuya mentioned his subordinates, he would pause strangely."

Osamu Dazai raised his head sharply, and looked at the orange-haired boy meaningfully with his brown eyes. It can be said that among the three people present, the most out of the ordinary is myself.

"Have I been promoted?"

I was caught in the middle of them at a loss, I was very confused by the subordinate's question, and what does it mean to have been asleep all day, could it be a side effect of a different ability... I remember that I successfully let the male god Chuya freely control the filth The state, the backlash on the second day must be extraordinary.

Thinking about it carefully, I do have the impression of being told to be promoted in my mind. It seems that Mori Ogai said it himself. When did it come? When I woke up by accident and when my consciousness wandered.

I thought I was just dreaming.

Suffering such a serious injury, I don’t feel afraid that it’s a lie. After all, Mysterious Voice once said that death in this world is a real death. Thinking about it now, I can’t remember the specific plot and content at that time. Forget it, It was already within my expectation that I would be promoted upon return, and it was a default decision before departure.

I stopped consuming my brain cells, lay back on the bed exhaustedly, and coughed a few times covering my heart. It was important to draw a new self-portrait as soon as possible, at least to the level of the portrait of the male god Chuya.

"Hey, are you okay?"

Noticing the movement of me covering my heart, Nakahara Zhongya's calm tone just now was tainted with a little anxiety, as if recalling something, his beautiful eyebrows with the same hair color frowned, and his expression was a little nervous: "That The injury of time..."

"Before that, you still called me Jiaojiao."

I opened my eyes, and realized that my former and immediate superior cared about me, so I couldn't help but push forward and said, "Senior Chuya, help me touch..."

"Huh? Okay, Jiaojiao!"

"Then I will replace some slug who doesn't understand anything..." Dazai Osamu who was sitting beside him stood up suddenly, and before the orange-haired boy could widen his eyes, he answered happily first, stretched out He stretched out his slender arms wrapped in bandages, and stretched out his palm to my chest with a smile: "Don't look at me like this, but I actually know the injury very well."

"Then, Xiaojiao's sexy breasts are only covered with bandages and gauze..."

The black-haired boy was halfway through his youthful words when his arm was grabbed. Zhongyuan Zhong also lowered the brim of his hat, half of his expression was covered. .”

"You come out with me for a while."

Watching Nakahara Nakaya drag Osamu Dazai out, and the ward that was bustling just now returned to silence, I couldn't help shouting: "Well, please bring me my painting tools—"

***

I drew a portrait of myself with at least 88% similarity, and everyone who saw it said it was beautiful, and I was successfully discharged from the hospital.

Of course, during this period, several low-grade portraits were scrapped, and it took two days to grind out this highest masterpiece. I deeply feel that I need to continue to exercise my painting skills.

During the hospitalization, many people came to visit me, especially after I was promoted to the captain of the guerrillas, there were many more members who wanted to curry favor with me. What surprised me the most was that Ango Sakaguchi also came.

"I really don't know what you're thinking..."

After he sighed like this, he left a bouquet of fresh flowers and left, which made me extremely tense. I checked the bouquet carefully, and as expected, I found a small note that looked like a greeting card inside.

There are signs like - - hanging on it, which is obviously Morse code.

Interpreting it, the general meaning is that the higher-ups are very angry with my behavior and have already started to arrange my retreat, and Ango Sakaguchi also has plans to retreat recently, and will consider me in the count at that time.

……

what?

Leaving aside my backstabbing so obviously, the people in the government are still thinking about letting me retreat, so why is it that Ango Sakaguchi also plans to retreat.

My already broken heart inexplicably had a bad premonition.

After leaving the hospital, he went directly to PortMafia's headquarters. After all, a person who had been lying down for a week was suddenly discharged from the hospital. He must report to the boss who gave him a "reward" in a daze.

"Baxun-kun, is your heart alright?"

Knocking on the door and walking into the office, Mori Ogai, who was sitting in the chair, looked unintentional as usual. The first sentence he said when he met me was a careless expression, and he crossed his fingers mysteriously on the table: "I think you You’ve already heard that, as my direct subordinate... the level and danger of the mission will increase a lot.”

"But I look forward to your future performance very much."

"By the way, Akutagawa Ryunosuke." Mori Ogai seemed to have thought of something, and his tone was a little headache: "That kid took your place before, the deputy captain of the guerrillas, and you can be regarded as half of his boss. It’s time to discipline the other party like Dazai did.”

"……OK."

Doesn't this frustrate me, only Dazai can control that guy, okay!

"Then, is there anything else Yaxun-kun wants to say?"

"It's like this." I stood up straight with a serious tone: "Boss is tall and mighty..."

"Well, you can go down now." Mori Ogai waved his hand with the same expression, I suspect he was shy.

Silently slipping out of the chief's office, I followed my memory to my private office, thinking that Mori Ogai mentioned Akutagawa just now, and I secretly tricked him before going to Tokyo, what awaited me was undoubtedly a mess, I regretted it a little Take out the key to open the door.

In short, the ghost educates that guy, if you can avoid it, of course you should try to avoid it as much as possible!

After closing the door of the office, I locked the highest masterpiece I brought with me when I was discharged from the hospital into the cabinet, and quietly locked it together with other paintings, and then I felt relieved and planned to leave here with satisfaction.

Wait, let's just stay a little longer.

I smelled the smell on my body, to be honest, since I was hospitalized... Oh no, from the day I went on a business trip until now, I have never taken a bath at all, and correspondingly, my little inner has never fucking changed, I really couldn't bear it for a quarter of an hour.

There is just a change of clothes in the office, and it has its own private bathroom. Wouldn't it be nice to wash it here...

Without hesitation, I dug out the toiletries in the drawer, opened the bathroom door with the things in my hands, and tried to turn on the faucet. The cold water quickly became warmer with the passage of time, making me feel very comfortable.

Quickly and cheerfully took off my coat and top, and checked my breasts in the mirror in the bathroom. Because of the use of supernatural powers, my skin did not leave scars or trauma, and the scattered small abrasions on my body were also gone. Most traces are gone.

Even though the action involved a little more, the heart still throbbing and throbbing inside.

I rubbed my chest dully, and at this moment, the door to the bathroom less than 2 meters away from me was suddenly slammed open, and a man's voice gnashed his teeth unexpectedly: "Senior Baxun——"

Yes, the door was knocked open.

"I heard that you have woken up. At that time, you dared to deceive me. I want...!"

Akutagawa Ryunosuke's angry voice followed closely, however, he stopped abruptly in the middle of his words, and those black eyes glanced straight at my exposed shoulders.

Depend on! !

In order to check the injury just now, I deliberately took off the underwear on the upper half of my body, covered my chest with a blushing face, and looked almost expressionlessly at the eyebrowless boy standing opposite.

"You, see."

……

Quiet.

Ryunosuke Akutagawa seemed a little silly there. After hearing my words, his eyes always widened a little bit, and he stared at me as if he didn't know how to react. His cheeks didn't understand the information. Unconsciously dyed a large red.

He gritted his teeth in astonishment and said, "How...how shameless!"