You may not believe it when you say it [Comprehensive]

When Sakuragawa woke up, she still had a dull pain in her head, as if she had slept for too long and her posture was uncomfortable.

As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw a thin man in white clothes looking at her with a smile.

"..."

"Oh, it's you."

Sakuragawa raised his hand, placed it on the back of his neck, moved, and the bones hidden under the skin made a subtle intertwined sound.

"Ok?"

Fyodor raised his eyebrows, "You know me?"

Ying Chuan also reacted quickly, did not mention the fact that he recognized him as the person five years ago, and said along the way: "The boss behind the scenes, it should be you."

"Why?" Fyodor asked eagerly.

"looks like."

Sakuragawa told the truth.

In exchange for this, Fyodor gave a pleasant and light laugh.

"You are very smart."

Sakura Chuan nodded: "I just like to hear others praise me for being smart."

Fyodor: "I see, you seem to be looking for... Osamu Dazai?"

Sakuragawa paused, she didn't notice it herself, her expression restrained a bit: "What did you do to him?"

Fyodor replied unhurriedly: "Why don't you guess?"

He didn't care, and of course he wasn't in a hurry.

Sakura Chuan pursed her lips: "I can't guess."

Fyodor: "Would you like some snack then?"

Ying Chuan stared in disbelief: "Shouldn't you negotiate terms with me?"

Blackmail.

or something else.

"condition?"

Fyodor seemed to be stunned for a moment, and then laughed, "Maybe you misunderstood, Miss Sakuragawa, I don't need to negotiate terms with others."

He said in a tolerant tone: "The advantages are all with me."

As if sincerely sorry for Sakuragawa's disadvantage, Fyodor frowned slightly, and spoke the words of announcement with a melancholy and slightly melancholy expression.

Sakuragawa could only see the most intuitive sentence from his face——

'I'm awesome. '

……

Sakuragawa didn't know how all this happened.

The people who can play in the backside of the city seem to have died overnight, and everyone has fallen into that game at the same time, without exception.

——Could it be that there is some hidden danger buried long ago?

"You guessed right."

Fyodor made a sudden sound, almost startling Sakuragawa, but he laughed again, "It seems that I shouldn't interrupt your thoughts."

(I know I shouldn't interrupt you, isn't this already interrupted?)

Sakuragawa glanced at him resentfully, somehow his mind was spinning very fast at the moment, and he was very flexible: "This game can allow so many people to enter at the same time, it really is something that was done when the initial proposal was made?"

"Almost so."

Sakuragawa asked quickly: "Did you borrow the chairman's hand?"

Fyodor nodded lightly, and he walked calmly ahead, as if he wasn't afraid that Sakuragawa behind him might threaten him, or that she would run away.

So confident.

"The initial proposal was on the agenda, and the people in the city behind were registered. They have reliable data on them, and you can directly understand that they can be controlled and entered." Fyodor patiently explained this to Sakuragawa Occasionally, I would look back at Sakuragawa with those smiling eyes—she was horrified, "You are different from most people, one is because you came too late, and the other is because Osamu Dazai took you The protection is too good. So when entering, I can only design to knock you out first."

Speaking of this, Fyodor deliberately left a blank space whether it was intentional or not.

Sakuragawa's heart tightened.

Fyodor continued: "This time, Dazai-kun is a little more complicated than your situation... Naturally, I don't have time to protect you."

"..."

Sakuragawa frowned and thought for a while, then came to a conclusion, "Mr. Dazai has also been registered with the corresponding data, so—"

Fyodor blinked his beautiful eyes.

Ying Chuan frowned deeper: "You didn't let him enter the game."

Fyodor's expression finally changed slightly, and his expression tended to be happy.

"Why do you say that?"

Yingchuan still used the same rhetoric: "I just guessed."

Fyodor doesn't buy it: "I don't like talking about luck."

There was a bit of impatience on Ying Chuan's face. She rarely showed such an expression on her face. Even if she was unhappy, it was mostly the kind that had no negative emotions and made people feel cute.

"You just mentioned Mr. Dazai's 'complicated situation', and your expression is different from when I mentioned other people." Sakuragawa said patiently, "It's fear."

"You don't plan to throw Mr. Dazai into the game, for fear of a total collapse."

Sakura Chuan frowned: "...Because this competition is your biggest plan now."

Seeing her unhappy made Fyodor seem even happier.

"I'm going to correct you a little."

Fyodor said gently, "My biggest layout is not here."

Sakuragawa: "What..."

Fyodor: "Also, I am not afraid of Dazai-kun."

"He is interesting."

Sakuragawa: "..."

She took a step back: "Is it the 'interesting' I understand?"

Fyodor raised his eyebrows and replied meaningfully: "What do you understand?"

Sakuragawa: "..."

Why is this dog man so seductive all of a sudden?

Sakuragawa stopped in his tracks: "Where is Mr. Dazai now?"

Fyodor: "I thought your tone should be more sincere and pleading?"

Sakuragawa thought for two seconds, and said sincerely: "Please, where is Mr. Dazai?"

Fyodor seemed to be stalked for a moment: "..."

Sakura Chuan thought that he still wanted to enjoy the feeling of being begged, and leaned forward to grab his finger, and was shocked when he touched it, the temperature was really cold.

"Please... brother?"

"..."

Fyodor poked her forehead with his other free hand, and pushed Sakuragawa away with his index finger.

It feels kind of weird.

It didn't seem like he was disgusted, he was doing it calmly, and his movements were not rough, it's better to say that the faint coolness of his fingertips still made people feel a little comfortable.

"I won't tell you."

Fyodor smiled.

"..."

Sakura Chuan turned indifferent for a moment, and slapped his fingers away, "If you don't tell me, I'll beat you up."

"Well, have you taken my ability?" Fyodor bent over and looked at her, as if he was looking at some rare craft. "But, do you know how to use my ability?"

Sakuragawa sees that my ability is indeed perfect, she can easily take away the ability, and can also freely return the ability.But just as one cannot create an ability out of thin air, Sakuragawa at least needs to know what the other party's ability is doing - if you don't even have this clue, it will be more time-consuming.

Sakura Chuan grabbed his neck, with a cold and serious expression: "It doesn't matter if I don't know how to use it, as long as you don't have the ability."

"...cough cough cough."

Fyodor's neck was gathered in Sakuragawa's hands, and he looked a little fragile. It seemed that as long as Sakuragawa thought about it at this moment, he could really die.

"I can let you go, which proves that I have the trump card." Fyodor was not nervous at all, even though his life was in the hands of others at this moment, he could still lick a smile from his lips, "First of all, you didn't I have never killed anyone; secondly, Dazai-kun still..."

Sakuragawa let go.

"I thought you had a plan."

Fyodor reached out and touched the red-stained neck by Sakuragawa.

"Sorry for my foolishness."

Sakuragawa said bluntly, "What exactly do you want?"

"I don't mean to offend, I just think you are smart." Fyodor said leisurely, "It seems that the matter involving Mr. Dazai will make you lose the ability to think independently."

Sakuragawa usually likes to talk about all kinds of things, and she is happy to hear people talking, and she can definitely be ranked first when chatting. Now that Fyodor and her are chatting here, apart from being annoying——

"Do you know the story of the three thousand ducks?"

Fyodor paused: "You want to say, I'm like three thousand ducks?"

Sakuragawa: "No."

Sakuragawa: "You are."

Fyodor's cheerful breath finally dissipated.

They walked to the central control room.

Through countless large and small screens, Sakuragawa can see all kinds of people participating in the competition.

Fyodor handed Sakuragawa a snack at hand—he asked her if she wanted some snacks, but she did.

Sakuragawa's expression was not happy, and he reached out to pick it up, but he didn't eat it.

"It will be hypoglycemic."

Fyodor casually reminded.

Sakuragawa has always been very obedient, took the snack and put it to his mouth, "click" to bite off half of it.

As she ate, she noticed Fyodor watching her.

Sakuragawa almost choked.

Fyodor poured her another glass of water.

Sakuragawa felt that this development was a bit suffocating.

She couldn't tell.

It just felt wrong.

"Are you a technical geek?"

Sakuragawa used his curiosity and asked this sentence with embarrassment.

"Huh? You said this?"

Fyodor casually clicked the button in front of him, not knowing what it was, Sakuragawa keenly saw that the picture on a monitor had changed—from a high-rise building to a primeval forest.

"I'm not good at that."

"It's just that I like the feeling of manipulation."

Fyodor said it easily, Sakuragawa almost had goosebumps on the top of his head.

The remaining half of the dim sum was hurriedly put back on the plate, and she asked anxiously, "What are you bringing me here for?"

It can't be to supervise her to eat and not to suffer from hypoglycemia, right?

"You're different from all of them."

Fyodor answered irrelevantly, "I like you very much."

Sakuragawa: "..."

Sakuragawa froze: "Thank you. What else?"

Fyodor: "Would you like to join me?"

"...No, I don't want to."

For the first time, Ying Chuan thought that the person she was talking to could not communicate, and her speech speed became faster, "Thank you Zhongyi, can you let me go then?"

Fyodor pretended to be surprised: "Have you left Dazai-kun?"

Sakuragawa looked at him anxiously.

"Forget it, I won't embarrass you. It's poor."

Fyodor winked at her.

Very playful.

The words spoken are like sharp knives.

"Your Mr. Dazai."

"Been dead for two hours."