Why aren't people raising me

Black particles floated around the ocher-haired boy.

The Central Plains also turned into a wild god, and gathered an energy ball in front of the palm with open hands. It was unclear what material it was made of. A halo surrounded the pitch-black sphere. The light was so bright that it almost became a second sun. .Their battle was short but frantic, and the marks all over the boy's body were like blood.

The air reverberated with Chuya Chuya's roar and piercing impact,

The giant beast that swallowed the light wheel was at peace for a moment, and then his waist, neck, and head were all disintegrating, collapsing into snow-like particles, silently and gently dissipating.

Such a huge figure disappeared without making any movement. As the avatar, Verlaine fell slowly due to the unremoved gravitational magnetic field, and the image of desolation and vomit disappeared in the Central Plains with him, and his limbs drooped feebly.

Everything seemed to be over.

Medium is fine.

Masaharu Nakahara could clearly see his brother's expression, which was a mixture of exhaustion and pain, and a hint of lightness to complete the task.

Osamu Dazai was below him to meet him, and it was impossible for Verlaine to rise up and fight again.

Darryl floated behind Yazhi, sighing, "You're done, Yazhi."

"I told you a long time ago that your body, which can't reach six feet when you jump up, is very fragile."

"So I'm going to live a long boring life again."

Masaharu Nakahara withdrew the blood line that covered the entire forest, all his strength was retracted at once, and he fell from midair.It's just not as lucky as Nakaya's slow landing, he fell straight down.

The fool bird ran over to catch him, and rolled around on the ground holding him twice.

He straightened up and brushed Masaharu Nakahara's hair away to see his face clearly.

"Masa... Masaru?"

The child in his arms closed his eyes and fell into a coma.

***

This battle was concealed as a fight between the illegal organization Port Mafia and the hostile organization, but perhaps there was a mistake in the foot battle, or a misjudgment of the range and power of the heavy weapon, so it did not cause large-scale casualties— —It was written in the newspapers, but the Military and Police Supernatural Crime Countermeasure Division started an investigation, and they believed that this incident might become an opportunity to completely purify the port mafia.

The public security officers were very busy, but half a month later, the military and police investigations came to an abrupt end, because the British and French public security agencies intervened in the decision-making of the Ministry of Justice through the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, and they cleaned up the traces of the incident. Finally, the port mafia got The questioning of crimes is only a small part.

But that's something later, the timeline can be pulled back to the second night after the battle just ended.

Nakahara Chuya woke up at noon.

There are many people around him, including the members of the Banner Association and several close subordinates. They all expressed extreme concern for Zhongyuan Zhongye, as well as admiration as if they were dreaming.

"It's amazing, Chuya, isn't that what you really look like, Aragami?"

The idiot bird opened its arms and fluttered twice, "It's wings! It's so funny that you have grown wings, Zhongye, why don't you call it a idiot bird hahahaha..."

Zhongyuan Zhong also grinned and sat up. When he was investigating his life experience, he went to the laboratory where he had been, and suffered many injuries in it. He opened the door and turned into a barren tyrant, his limbs and bones hurt like he was thrown away. It's like going into a rolling machine.If it weren't for Osamu Dazai's disqualification in the world, he would have been lying in a coffin by now,

"Are you guys all right?" Nakahara asked them,

The pianist smiled and said, "Things have to be prioritized. From our point of view, visiting you who just woke up is the top priority."

Zhong Yuanzhong, who was hit by a straight ball, was also a little uncomfortable, "You should be very busy now."

"That's true, I didn't die in the Verlaine incident, maybe I really became a cadre before you, Zhongye." The pianist deliberately lit a fire, and reached out to press Zhongye's head, like an elder brother treating a younger brother's intimacy Attitude, "When I become a cadre, I will give you pocket money every month."

Zhong also made a vomiting expression, "Enough, I didn't forget to motivate me when I was injured, I must be the first to become a cadre."

His subordinates are like a ruthless rainbow fart machine, saying that he has made a contribution to saving Yokohama and will definitely be appreciated by the BOSS.

Zhong Yuanzhong was also amused, he glanced around the crowd, and suddenly said, "By the way, where is Masaharu?"

Before he fell into a coma, Nakahara Chuya and Masaharu met their eyes, and he was able to ensure that Masaharu was safe and did not lose it.

Zhong Yuan also laughed, "He won't be so hungry to eat pizza."

But the voice fell for three seconds, and no one responded.

This sudden silence was obviously not right, Chuya Nakahara's expression faded, he looked at the faces of several people, and lifted the quilt when he got excited, "What's wrong with Masaharu!"

"Don't be nervous Zhongye, he's fine." The pianist pushed him back, "If there's anything wrong with him, we'll let you know as soon as possible."

"You have a dead face, a dignified appearance that you can enter the crematorium to work."

Cold-blooded and slowly said, "The surgeon is examining Yazhi."

"Surgeon? Examination?" Nakahara Chuya tilted his head, "What did he examine?"

The idiot bird explained to him, "Yazhi fell into the same coma as a month ago, and his vital signs are all normal, and he just looks a little weak on the outside. After all, he has used such a wide range of supernatural powers."

Nakahara also remembered the strange scene he saw, "Masaharu's spider silk should be white, but last time it turned red."

"The reason may be here. We wonder if he opened some 'door' just like you, Chuuya." The foolish bird still has lingering fears. "However, it depends on the surgeon's diagnosis."

Zhong Yuanzhong couldn't lie down immediately, he moved his weak legs and got out of bed, "I'll go and see him."

"Zhongye..."

"Help me over there."

"it is good."

Masaharu Nakahara's ward is not far from Zhongyuan Zhong, only four or five rooms apart, which should have been specially arranged by the surgeon.

Pushing open the door, Nakahara also saw Masaharu who was not injured but soundly asleep, the surgeon standing beside him, and...

"BOSS."

Several people tensed up and called out in unison.

There is an unexpected figure in the house.

He was dressed more luxuriously than anyone else present, and just standing there made people feel a sense of intimidation that could not be ignored. It was the oppressive force of being in a high position. He was the leader of the port mafia, Mori Ogai.

The man looked tired. He hadn't let up for a while in order to avoid Verlaine's assassination, but his eyes were still shrewd, making people feel pressure even when looking directly at him.

"I'm here to see the hero who saved so many of my subordinates." Mori Ogai's words were a little humorous, "I didn't expect him to be so young. Chuya, is he ten years old?"

"He's nine years old this year." Nakahara Nakaya walked up to Masaharu, looking worried, "What's wrong with him?"

The surgeon got the leader's consent, and replied, "The preliminary judgment is that the supernatural power has been overused, causing excessive wear and tear on the body."

"Extraordinary power... overused?"

"Kazuya opened the door and was closed by Dazai-sama. It seems that he used more force than he could bear, and it took too long."

"I've never heard of such a thing..." Chuya caressed Masaharu's face with his hand, "He just woke up."

The surgeon comforted him, "It's not a big deal. If we really can't wake up, we can go ask Dr. Yosano again. But Masaji is now in a deep sleep, and it doesn't seem like he has no reaction at all... Chuya, give me more Let him talk."

It's just that comfort without evidence is just comfort,

"Let him listen to your voice, let him wake up from the lonely place earlier."

***

Nakahara Chuya went to the underground isolation room of the port mafia in the afternoon.

The frustrated Verlaine was locked inside.

After the Warcraft Jiger he incarnated was defeated by Chuya, his body was on the verge of death. Every minute and every second in that state, he felt the passing of his own life, but his death was stopped.

It was his partner, Rimbaud, who saved him. Rimbaud turned himself into a singularity, his heart.

The last meeting with his partner made Verlaine truly feel what sadness and remorse are.

He seemed to have just learned feelings, and seemed to understand the meaning of birth.

But he has lost any interest in the outside world, there is no one he wants to kill, no one he wants to meet, and half of his gravity ability has been lost. It seems that only the basement of the port mafia can be his shelter.

But before everything settles down, he still needs to be interrogated by the port mafia and accept their sentence.

"Yo, Chuya, it seems that you are recovering well."

"Thank you, bastard Dazai."

Nakahara also met Osamu Dazai inside.

"You didn't come here to beat him, did you?" Osamu Dazai leaned against the door of the basement with his chest crossed, and glanced lightly at the blond man sitting inside, "He's so sad that even breathing is painful, If you hit him, you won't get any counterattack."

Verlaine's face was very pale.

It was the paleness that had suffered a huge psychological trauma, and his cobalt blue eyes lost their scorching look, but became much gentler.

Hearing Zhongye's voice, he slowly raised his head, "Zhongye..."

"Are you here for revenge?"

Nakahara Nakaya stood by the door, met Dazai Osamu's eyes, and then opened the door without hesitation and walked in. His voice was so clear that it echoed in the empty room,

"Now you don't belong to me alone, and I can't deal with you."

The value of Verlaine is related to the entire port mafia. In order to arrest him, the port mafia lost countless weapons, and even killed four important people with supernatural powers.

"However, although your life has to be saved, I'm still upset." Zhong Yuan also clenched his fists, "I haven't relieved Masaharu yet."

"Yazhi?" Verlaine's eyes seemed to have some emotion, "Isn't your brother... all right?"

"One yard counts for one yard. Even if you don't mention the time you killed him, he used strength beyond his limit in order to prevent the destruction you caused."

Verlaine blinked, even in his gray state of hopelessness, there was a different kind of beauty on his face, "So what do you want to do to me?"

He pointed to the arm he had sewed up with Dr. Hei, "Should you cut off this hand again?"

He didn't wait to reply, he said plainly, "Okay."

Zhong Yuanzhong also took a breath, his eyes widened slightly,

"Anyway, this kind of life... doesn't matter anymore."

"..."

"What do you say that life is meaningless?" As if he couldn't bear it, Nakahara Chuya's voice was trembling with anger, "If you feel remorse, do your best to make up for it. If you feel hopeless, the worst thing is to Trying to commit suicide like a mackerel? I can't bear the blow of losing Big Brother Lan Tang, and I'm just huddling up underground to spend my days, but now you who can have these emotions are just you who can still think and be awake, so why... ..."

He stepped forward and grabbed Verlaine roughly by the collar, "Why is my brother lying there..."

"He couldn't express any mood, he couldn't even attend the opening ceremony of the third grade!"

Verlaine stared at him blankly, seemingly at a loss for words.

He opened his mouth, but it was as sad as if he was about to cry, "I seem...to finally understand your feelings...Chuya..."

Worrying about important people,

Feeling sorry for the important person,

Trembling for important people,

Afraid of him getting hurt, afraid of his death, afraid of him leaving,

"Wait for Yazhi to be fine..."

"I will personally apologize to him."

***

Late at night can't swallow people's emotions, but can multiply people's emotions.

Shirase received the medicine from the doctor, and passed by Masaharu's ward on the way back to his room, he stopped and looked in through the window on the door frame, his heart skipped a beat.

He saw a familiar scene.

Nakahara was also sitting beside Masaharu's bed, holding his hand in his palm, whispering something,

To enter or not to enter?

Shirase hesitated.

Forget it... wait.