I write dog blood in Yokohama

Mysterious voice, I'm not going home.

After being silent for an unknown amount of time, I said this sentence in my heart.

A statement that disappoints everyone, myself included.

Even if it is 2 seconds later, I may lose the courage to say this sentence, and have great regret and shame for my thoughts at the moment, but the moment when the brain gets rid of the daze and finds some thoughts for the first time , the first thing I thought of was this idea.

I regained a little strength in my body, and walked towards the two people not far away with a blank expression. The left foot without touch was like my heart, and I couldn’t feel any real feeling. The portrait drawn by Tasakunosuke, slightly lying on the ground, trying to write something next to his portrait.

【survived】

--no response.

[Healing of bullet wounds]

--no response.

【The soul returns to the body and stands up. 】

--no response.

The golden light of supernatural powers lit up again and again, and went out again and again. Uncontrolled nosebleeds continued to flow from the nostrils, the ears were ringing, and the exhausted heart was aching as if it was churning together.

I tried to stand up, pushed the slender and thin shoulders of the black-haired boy, drove him away a little, buried my head and continued to write on the portrait.

【resurrection】

【resurrection】

【Resurrection】【Resurrection】【Resurrection】【Resurrection】...It is useless, no matter how many times I write it, it has no effect. The chest cavity coughs uncontrollably, but only a little bright red blood is coughed up.

The portrait in his hand was almost filled, and the paper that was left with marks from folding was crumpled, and the blood from his nose fell down his cheeks onto the paper, blurring a bright red blood flower.

It's gone, it doesn't work.

I put the portrait aside, took out my own self-portrait from my arms, and looked at myself in the painting with my lowered eyes without any emotion.

This self-portrait of the highest masterpiece has not been used many times, healed the heart, grew the left calf, became invisible... so far no more than 5 times.

Because the higher the degree of authenticity of the portrait, the greater the consumption of supernatural powers. I know very clearly that the supernatural powers I use today are on the verge of collapse. Hanging on the edge of the reins about to be broken.

【Transfer all my vitality to Oda Sakunosuke. 】

After writing such handwriting, I checked the handwriting and wanted to activate the supernatural power with a blank face.

If I don't go home, it means that I have given up the motivation to continue to live in this world, and I have given up the belief that I have persisted until now.

"pat-"

Unfortunately, as soon as the golden butterfly showed signs of appearing, the back of my hand was slapped away forcefully, and the ballpoint pen that was tightly held in my hand was slapped violently, falling to the ground and rolling at least 2 meters away.

My wrist was grabbed, and the broad palm holding my arm was very strong, and the five fingers were also very tightly grasped. The owner of the palm—a black-haired boy with fluffy bangs stared at me silently, spit out lightly. A few words.

"Don't do useless stupid things."

……

I write in Chinese, how does he know what I am going to do?

Although I really wanted to speak out against the other party like this, I opened my mouth, but no matter what, I couldn't open my mouth. I just looked back at Osamu Dazai standing in front of me in a daze.

The next second, the black-haired boy stood up and grabbed his palm with a little force, and pulled back unexpectedly. I was pulled by the arm and unconsciously staggered forward, and I inevitably fell into his arms.

The back of his head was covered by the same cold but much wider palms. The young man's slender body was unexpectedly full of muscles and explosive power. His soft temperament and thin body, which had always been out of tune, made people feel a little bit of saying no at this time. An eerie sense of security.

At the same time, a voice of common hatred and hatred came from the mind, and a mysterious voice that had only appeared a long time ago said silently: "That's right!"

"What are you writing, Zhao Jiaojiao, are you serious? If you really give up everything, it will be in vain."

"Oh."

Buried in Osamu Dazai's arms without knowing what to say, I was a little dazed in my heart, and I was too lazy to think about the words of the mysterious voice, so I just said casually: "It's a waste, it's a waste, it doesn't matter."

"...Don't be angry, you have persisted until now. Contrary to what you said, we have detected that your desire to go home is very intense now, and the value is soaring like never before."

"But you guys are really close to it."

It was rare for the mysterious voice to not be sarcastic. After a moment of silence, he said in a perplexed tone, "Hey, we're not devils either."

"This world judges that Oda Sakunosuke must die, do you understand? It is enough for us to squeeze you in to take advantage of the loopholes. It is unreasonable to save another soul."

"Well, if you make it home successfully, we'll help you get Oda Sakunosuke back."

what?

I wanted to raise my head in amazement, only to realize that my head was pinned down by Osamu Dazai just now, and this movement was just a struggle in his quiet and dead arms.

And at this moment, I suddenly realized something.

The black-haired young man gently encircled himself, his bony fingers were slender and thin, standing there quietly, something hidden in the depths of his soul was also shrinking and trembling, followed by a lengthy Waveless calm.

"That is to say." The voice of the mysterious voice continued, explaining patiently for the first time: "If you leave this world successfully, then the vitality of your body will be useless, and we will take care of you when you leave." , transfer your life to Oda Sakunosuke."

"So don't say stupid things, Zhao Jiaojiao, this thing can't defeat you, right?"

"Try to go home."

"By then, all your wishes will come true."

After the mysterious voice said this sentence, the noisy voice disappeared from his mind.

As if catching some straw swaying in the residual wind, the hesitation in my heart was gradually fading away. I put my head on Dazai Osamu's chest very quietly, and let the other party gently encircle me, and my thumb was also very soft. Wipe the blood off the tip of my nose.

"Mr. Dazai, failed."

I couldn't help but say.

The black-haired boy who hugged me did not speak.

"Obviously... I have done so much, taking pictures together, eating curry together, and spending time with the children." I drew portraits in advance, saved the children, and asked him to stop Odasaku.

But Oda Sakunosuke still went to die.

why?

Unless Odasaku's will is firm, even Dazai can't shake anything, otherwise, I really can't think of the reason why he would accompany Gide like this.

The black-haired boy in front of him still didn't answer, his slender body was pressed against him tightly, the dry breath and the smell of blood were close in front of him, the silent embrace was comforting, and it was also a kind of peace that the two of them rarely resonated with.

Sure enough, I regret the decision I just made.

As Mysterious Sound said, the emotion of going home has never been so intense at this time. If Mysterious Sound can really do what it says, then I will continue to stick to this goal at all costs and work harder than before.

Get Oda Sakunosuke back.

"I already, don't want to lose anything."

Tightening the suit shirt on the black-haired boy's chest, I buried my head in Osamu Dazai's arms. I rubbed my nosebleeds on his body, trying to get some comfort or other emotions from it. In my own eyes, this hug is not worth it. What sets any charming atmosphere is two people licking each other indifferently.

A helpless sigh seemed to come from the top of his head, Osamu Dazai slightly tightened his arms, and put the other arm on my lower back, and whispered softly in his ears.

"Things you don't want to lose are destined to leave you from the very beginning." [Note 1]

"no."

Quiet heart has been quietly changing, I raised my head from his arms, and stared at him with firm eyes, as if I was looking directly at the soul of the other party: "If you really hold something in your hand, if you really hold it in your hand , will not let it be lost again.”

Therefore, I will turn everything here into some kind of motivation, and I will no longer try to give up the idea in my heart that has kept me going until now.

"I'm not going to let the same thing happen a second time."

Looking back at me like this, Osamu Dazai was silent for a while, then slightly raised the corners of his mouth, without refuting my words: "Really."

"Perhaps, this is Xiaojiao's opinion..."

"Stop letting go of what you want."

He patted my head, and gently covered the hairpin with his palm, as if encouraging something. I was already immersed in how to save the situation, and I didn't notice Osamu Dazai on my lower back The five fingers on his chest were clenched slightly, leaving wrinkles on the black suit jacket that could not be smoothed out with hands.

***

I decided to defect.

To be honest, going back to work for Mori Ogai would be pure injustice.

Although if Oda Saku hadn't died in this incident, I originally planned to continue to be that wronged person, but I can't escape the fate that every fanfiction must experience.

Sighing sadly, I clutched my head and got up from the hospital bed, that's right...the hospital bed, even with a hanging bottle on my body, my internal organs were extremely weak, even if I got up, I used a lot of strength.

The surrounding environment is very strange. It is definitely not the remote small western mansion, nor is it the hospital ward that I have lived in several times in my impression, but a very clean and well-equipped room.

With just a glance, I could see five cameras and various sirens. My heart sank, and an inexplicable premonition came to my mind.

I remember that after I vowed to make up my mind, I couldn't help feeling dizzy in front of my eyes. I really lost too much blood and my body was seriously overloaded. I accidentally fainted.

...Did Osamu Dazai sell me?

"Are you awake."

A familiar voice interrupted my contemplation. The man sitting by the bed was wearing a brown formal suit with exquisite beauty spots around his mouth, half of his expression was covered by the glasses on his face.

"Mr. Sakago." I greeted silently.

"...It's Sakaguchi." Sakaguchi Ango sighed, he stood up from his chair, rubbed the center of his brows and said, "This is the internal hospital strictly protected by the Supernatural Secret Service Division, PortMafia will not find here."

"Baxun-kun, you are seriously injured, please rest here, don't use supernatural powers for the time being, and other things will be resolved by the Supernatural Secret Service Division. Really, one or two...why both It’s so unnerving.”

Sensing that Ango Sakaguchi was still pointing, I quickly understood who he was referring to: "Mr. Anguchi, where is Dazai?"

"disappeared."

Ango Sakaguchi may not want to correct anything anymore, he pushed his glasses: "No, it may be more accurate to describe it as defected."

"That guy contacted me suddenly that day, which shocked me, and you too, were sent here covered in blood, forget it, it has been a few days, we have basically dealt with the follow-up, PortMafia will Let you and me come back as if nothing happened."

"Then, the Supernatural Secret Service Division welcomes you back, Mr. Investigator."

I:……

Has it been several days?

And Dazai Osamu, he actually sent me back to the Supernatural Secret Service Division, which means that guy already knows my identity, damn, when did he know, wait, could it be...

"Baxun-kun, then I'll go back first, after all I still have work."

Ango Sakaguchi, who was standing opposite, seemed to want to turn around, and suddenly interrupted a certain guess that I couldn't stop sinking, and let my thoughts shift to Ango Sakaguchi.

Oda Sakunosuke died, he also knew it.

It has been a few days, and no one is happy about it, except for Mori Ogai who successfully obtained the ability license, no, if Mori Ogai knew that I had left the organization, he would probably feel choked up, but the difference Being able to license is more interesting to him.

As if thinking of something, the black-haired youth standing opposite stopped a little further: "By the way, the five children you protected have already been taken over by the Supernatural Secret Service Division, so there is no need to worry about anything."

"Oh."

I continued to look at each other without expression.

The mysterious sound once said that returning home is almost at hand.

It also reminded itself a long time ago, trying to get in touch with the characters here, trying to attack them like the heroine Mary Su.

And I have been avoiding this question all the time, not daring to attack any popular characters at all, just going with the plot naturally, simply adding contacts with anime male gods... In the past contacts, I have never paid attention to feelings question.

But it’s different now. In order to speed up the progress, I must take the initiative to attack. Then I need to choose a strategy target to attack. The character should be a popular original character with an easy-to-understand personality and a good strategy. In this special situation The period of time is relatively easy to meet, and the length of time is reasonable——

No matter how you look at it, it's the guy in front of you.

Thinking of this, I suddenly grabbed the hem of Ango Sakaguchi's suit and scratched his back lightly with my fingers.

Ango Sakaguchi paused as he was about to leave, his body froze immediately, and he turned around in surprise: "Yahiro-kun, what are you doing..."

"Mr. Sakaguchi, Suki, please date me."

……

"Huh? What are you talking about?"

It was not Ango Sakaguchi who was frozen there that responded to me, but a black-haired boy leaning against the door.

The boy's face was not wrapped with bandages, he was wearing a sand-colored windbreaker jacket, and a piece of gauze was stuck to his handsome cheek. He was looking at us with a smile that was not a smile.