Why aren't people raising me

Nakahara Masaharu woke up from a long dream.

He seemed to be irresistibly withdrawn from some world. In the white light, the monster who had met once looked at him with gentle and sad eyes.

"Unfortunately... I haven't recalled me yet..."

"It turns out that I have to be ranked so low in Natsume-sama's memory..."

Like a drowning person suddenly escaped from the suffocating environment, Yazhi sat up and panted heavily,

He just...

Didn't he just pull a white-haired child and say something, and then the child asked him if he wanted to become a ghost.

and then?

Then what happened?

Masaharu Nakahara covered his forehead, inserted his fingers into his hair, and took a long breath,

"Yo, is the little slug awake?"

A clear voice came from beside him, Masaharu Nakahara was in a daze, still immersed in the story just now and couldn't extricate himself, he turned his head in a daze and saw a——

A weirdo covered in bandages.

A little familiar.

Who is coming?

Probably Masaharu's expression was too obvious, the young man smiled, he raised his hand to support his chin, the corners of his lips curled slightly, "Did you have a good dream?"

good dream?

Does my expression say this?

So who is this person?

Masaharu Nakahara looked at his hands, his fingers were still short and soft. He was obviously 12 years old, and the knuckles of his fingers were obvious...

Wait, little slug?

Masaharu's eyes moved, "Mackerel?!"

Dazai Osamu: "..."

Osamu Dazai: "Ah, you really learned from Chuuya."

"Where's the monster? Are you tired? Where am I?" Masaharu Nakahara suddenly came back to his senses. There was a faint smell of disinfectant in the air. He scratched his bedding, "Am I still in the hospital? Where did Nakahara go? "

"It's a hospital, but it's not the hospital before you fell into a coma." Osamu Dazai put his hand into the pocket of his coat and took out his cell phone, "You've been sleeping for almost a month, and you can't find out the cause. Three times, but still can't wake you up."

"Please don't die... what is that?"

"Extraordinary abilities in the literal sense."

Masaharu Nakahara's reaction seemed a little slow, he looked around, as if he was looking for something,

"Looking for Darryl?"

"Yes, I haven't seen her since just now."

Hearing a soft hum, Masaharu Nakahara suddenly realized that he had revealed himself again,

Dazai Osamu: "Your imaginary friend has existed for a long time. If it is so serious, let Chuya take you to see a psychiatrist."

Seems like it should be seen.

Nakahara Masaharu covered his heart,

He is suffering so badly now, wishing he could not wake up from being immersed in a dream,

But no, Chuya is still here, so that should be a thing of the past...

but……

but,

Masaharu Nakahara buried his head between his arms,

What to do, he was so tired of thinking about those family members who finally became real.

"Didn't you have a good dream? Why do you have such a painful expression." Osamu Dazai fiddled with his phone while observing Masaharu, "Do you know why I fell into a coma?"

know.

Nakahara Masaharu thought according to his words,

The monster named Yi Nan has the ability to make people recall.

Nakahara Masaharu turned his eyes to Dazai Osamu,

Masaharu's first impression of him was that there was a reason for the bandages, because he was obviously injured, and the bandages were thicker than usual,

"Why are you here?"

"It's normal for patients to be in the hospital." Osamu Dazai put the phone to his ear, as if he was waiting for something. After two seconds, he said in a brisk voice, "Yo Chuya! Your brother woke up."

"..."

Why did the bastard Dazai who was about to spout over there change his voice immediately, "How many times do you have to lie to me like this?! Every time I leave Masaji's side, you have to say that you are targeting me for an urgent mission and can't go back Yeah?!"

"beep--"

There was a busy tone.

Osamu Dazai glanced at the screen and spread his hands, "Ah, it's dead, I didn't lie to him this time."

Masaharu Nakahara watched this scene quietly, with no emotion in his voice, "You bullied him, you are such a bad guy."

"Huh?" Osamu Dazai narrowed his eyes sharply, "Why do I feel that you have changed?"

"Why do you call me a slug?"

"Because you are exactly like Chuya. You were trained by him. You chased from Mihuacho to Yokohama stickily. It is really synonymous with perseverance."

Masaharu Nakahara: "...?"

He looked at Osamu Dazai's cell phone, "Call back."

"No."

"Lend me your phone."

"No loan."

Masaharu Nakahara was silent for a while, and directly rang the bedside bell.

As a result, there was no movement after a while, Masaharu Nakahara poked again, and his first reaction was to ask Osamu Dazai, "What did you do?"

"Don't." Osamu Dazai raised his hands innocently, "Why would I do such a small thing?"

But he changed his previous attitude, quickly pressed the button with his fingers nimbly, and dialed Chuya Zhongyuan.

Zhong also answered quickly, "What are you doing?"

"Jazhi is awake, it's true, come back quickly, he is crying to see you now."

Masaharu Nakahara: "..."

Masaharu Nakahara: "Me? Crying to see Chuya?"

Osamu Dazai turned his eyes and glanced at him, and Masaharu felt that his eyes were extremely deep, "Have you heard Masaharu's voice, do you think it is very kind? It is the best choice to come and see him now."

The breath over there was suffocated, and then a hoarse voice came, "I'll go back right away."

"No." Osamu Dazai suddenly changed his voice again, and he seemed to look out the window, "Perhaps... it's better for you not to come back."

"Huh? What the hell are you talking about? What do you mean?"

"beep--"

This time, it was Osamu Dazai who simply pressed the hang up button.

Masaharu Nakahara didn't know, so, "If you are teasing him, your behavior is too strange."

"Shhh." The boy put his finger to his mouth, staring out of the window, wondering what he was looking at, "Masaharu, although I think it might be too late, maybe it's better for you to hide."

Hide, where to hide?

Masaharu Nakahara noticed that at this time, even Dazai Osamu, who has always played around with Chuya, did not know where to go safely.

There was a movement behind him, and Masaharu Nakahara glanced at the wall, only to see a skull popping out of it, "Hey, I really woke up."

Masaharu Nakahara was not so enthusiastic about her, so he asked her whereabouts with his eyes,

Darryl floated to Yazhi's side, "I went to play with that kid Nakaya, he is driving back now, but the speed of the four-wheeler must not catch up with me."

The god of death seemed to be proud and looking forward to it, "How is it, have you remembered anything?"

Masaharu Nakahara pursed his lips tightly, his eyes were heavy,

"You look in a bad mood..."

"I remember that the previous lives were not all bad."

"Jaji?"

"Just talk to me, I haven't talked to you for a month." Darryl chattered around Yazhi, "I want to know what happened after you fell into a coma, I can tell you, but the details will be added."

"..."

"Don't want to hear?"

She talked so much that it made people irritated, Masaharu Nakahara climbed out of bed lightly, and asked Osamu Dazai, "Are there any enemies? Isn't this the territory of your mafia?"

"That's what makes it so bad."

Darryl, who was ignored, was not to be outdone, "Xiao Zhong was almost scared to death. In that case, the first suspect would be Natsume, but he patronized you and didn't even see Natsume's face. Are you I also wonder where Natsume went, he went—"

"Enough, I don't want to hear this!"

Masaharu Nakahara interrupted her with a loud voice,

He was in a state of confusion, and all he could mention was retrieved from the forced fusion of memories, perhaps because he just woke up. Masaharu felt as if he had been somewhere for more than ten years, and then came back suddenly. He is now focused on knowing the follow-up... whether he has become a ghost, or whether he is also... full of guilt.

Osamu Dazai looked at Masaharu in astonishment, and then, he heard a frivolous sound from outside the window——

"Ah, at such a young age, I have a very hot temper."

The voice was full of comfort and banter, but Masaharu Nakahara suddenly felt a sense of crisis, and even his nerve endings trembled. He obviously didn't see the appearance of the visitor, but he sensed that the visitor was not kind.

A young man with blond hair and a white suit stepped lightly onto the window frame.

His figure was covered by the cold moonlight, and his whole person looked holy and noble. His face was handsome and recognizable, and a pair of cobalt blue eyes looked at Yazhi with radiance.

Nakahara Masaharu took a step back, he subconsciously wanted to hide behind Dazai Osamu, but felt that it was inappropriate.

"Are you Masaharu?" The man took off his hat, smiling gracefully,

"Hi, my name is Verlaine, and I'm Zhongye's elder brother."

Nakahara Masaharu felt inexplicable, "... Chuya's... brother?"

There is also a brother in the Central Plains?

Yazhi reflexively questioned, "But you don't look like him at all."

"Our relationship is very special. It is not an exaggeration to say that we are the closest brothers in the world. Don't define us by superficial blood relationship."

Those words made Yaji's heart beat wildly.

"I'm here today for one thing—"

Verlaine slowly raised his hand,

Osamu Dazai seemed to realize something, he jumped out of bed suddenly, even though the pain from the wound surged up violently, he didn't stop him,

"Yaji!"

But it was too late,

Something seemed to pass through the air,

Everything happened so hastily that Osamu Dazai didn't even have time to negotiate.

In the next second, the child who was standing there had a crack, and there was the most obvious one on the exposed cheek, with fresh blood oozing from the gap,

Masaharu Nakahara's body was torn apart and he fell to the ground with a chilling sound.