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

Sakuragawa didn't ask Chuya to send her back to the detective agency directly. She still remembers dealing with the bomb incident with Yosano in the next street.

But it also understands quite differently:

"From the standpoint of the Armed Detective Agency, I really don't fit to be there."

"position?"

Sakuragawa didn't quite understand, "Isn't the 'Sheep' organization also helping the weak?"

"But the nature and scope are different." Zhong also paused, didn't say anything deeper, just relaxed his expression a little, counting it as comfort, and then changed the topic, "Is it enough to send you to my colleague on the next street?" ?”

He held Sakuragawa's hand, and he looked like a junior high school student, but he gave people a sense of security.

Sakuragawa rubbed his palm unconsciously, and made a reply from his nasal cavity: "Yes."

Better than a well-trained pet.

The moment Chuya let go of her finger, an unprecedented feeling of reluctance surged in his heart, as if something was pulled away from his chest abruptly in an instant, and the truth of separation was so truly revealed in front of his eyes for the first time.

He subconsciously wanted to say something, grab something, and the uncontrollable sense of detachment made him very uncomfortable.

Sakura Chuan waved his hand at him, but turned around and left very chicly.

"..."

Nakaya followed quickly, within two steps, Sakuragawa, who walked like a primary school student, was overtaken by him.

"Chuya...?"

Sakuragawa looked at him in shock, the emotion in his eyes was already clear, no extra words were needed.

Zhong Ye was a little embarrassed for a while, but since he had already caught up, naturally he would not be repelled by a shocked look.

"I'm not at ease. I'll leave after confirming that you really meet a friend."

Sakuragawa: "..."

Sakuragawa: "Chuya, but I'm still two years older than you."

Now she is two years older than the current Chuya - Chuya and Mr. Dazai are the same age.

Zhong Ye glanced at her: "You are two years older, and you were caught by a group of people who are so many years younger than you?"

Sakuragawa: "..."

Unable to refute.

Chuya insisted on this, Sakuragawa no longer stopped him, but she would look curiously at Nakaya at her side from time to time, making him very annoyed:

"Just say what you want to say!"

Don't look at it, okay!

Who is this testing!

Sakura Chuan let out a short "ah": "Chuya, your ears are red."

Still gradient.

As the number of times Sakuragawa turned his head increased, the color of the ears gradually deepened.

Especially amazing.

Chuya reached out his hand resolutely, and put it on Sakuragawa's head precisely, before she could react, he turned her head to the other side.

Zhong Ye: "You are short-sighted, look at the trees more."

Sakuragawa: "..."

Sakura Chuan pursed her lips, and argued: "My eyesight is very good, and it's the highest level, just like the fact that Nakaya's ears turn red and it's miraculous."

Zhong Ye: "..."

Sakuragawa clearly felt that Chuya's hand pressing on her head twitched suddenly, as if she had been electrocuted, and then quickly withdrew.

Sakuragawa turned his head back without fear of death, and as expected, Chuya's ears turned redder.

This scene gave Yingchuan a very strange feeling in her heart. She couldn't explain it, and she couldn't explain it, so after being silent for a while, Yingchuan said in a gentle voice as best she could: "Don't worry, Chuya, you will soon The red ears will be resolved."

She will find Mr. Dazai, and at the right time, release the capture of Chuya.

When Chuya heard this, he frowned immediately, and didn't speak immediately. He wanted to say something, but Sakuragawa cut him off:

"Chuya, I realize you forgot one thing."

"……what?"

Zhong also answered a little slowly.

The tone is very puzzled.

"You forgot to ask me what my name is." Sakura Chuan said, with a bit of resentment unconsciously between the lines, "I feel that our getting along and talking have become soulless."

Chuya's face was full of question marks: "... what soul??"

Sakuragawa corrected him with a straight face: "Chuya, you haven't asked my name yet."

Zhong Ye: "..."

Chuya: "What's your name?"

Sakuragawa continued to keep a straight face, extremely serious: "Look, this is called a dialogue without a soul."

Chuya: "..."

Sakuragawa stopped as soon as he saw it, and from the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Chuya's face showing a faint tendency to erupt, and immediately announced his name: "Sakuragawa sees me, in the river of cherry blossoms, you can see me—— How about it, Chuya, is my name nice and easy to remember?"

"Yes... cough cough!"

Zhong Ye almost blurted out, but he coughed to cover up the words, and swallowed them back into his stomach, "Where are you so boastful? Even if you want to say this kind of thing, it should be said by someone else."

Most people are either depressed or silent when they hear this, and in short, they will not continue to ask questions.

But Sakuragawa is different.

Sakura Chuan nodded his head in agreement, and excitedly said to Chuya: "Then tell me, Chuya."

Chuya: "...what did you say?"

Sakuragawa: "Praise my name is nice."

Chuya: "...???"

Zhong also said in a very incomprehensible and incredible tone: "You...you are too, too..."

The opponent's concentrated firepower and style of play were too caught off guard, coupled with the shamelessness that accompanied him like a shadow, formed a large-scale lethal weapon that made Zhongyuan Zhongye unable to parry for a while.

The shell is also stuck.

So he gave up on himself and wanted to choose to give up.

But if he didn't say anything for a second, Sakuragawa would stare at him for one more second; if he didn't say anything for ten seconds, Sakuragawa would stare at him for ten more seconds.

There is also a feeling of meeting an opponent.

"...It sounds good, okay?"

In the end, words of praise full of helplessness and compromise were spit out from the boy's mouth, and there was some kind of indescribable tenderness hidden in them.

Like a ferocious beast with its fangs retracted, its fleeting fragility was revealed in an instant.

Sakuragawa couldn't get it at all.

Sakuragawa: "You are so perfunctory, Chuya."

Zhong Ye: "..."

He quickened his pace indifferently and stopped talking.

However, Ying Chuan was even more confused, and quickened his pace to catch up, muttering: "Chuya, you are angry again, you are so delicate."

Chuya quickly turned his head and glared at her, and an angry beast suddenly broke free from the window of his soul and jumped out.Sakura Chuan heard each word and said clearly and clearly:

"Jiao, expensive?"

Sakuragawa's survival instinct suddenly soared, breaking through the full value.

She stretched out her hand to hug Chuya's arm without hesitation, her movements were fast, accurate, and ruthless, her expressions and postures were all focused and highly concentrated, and the tightness of her nerves brought about a series of perfect reactions that followed without any stumbling of.

Sakuragawa first hugged Chuya's left arm tightly, and then held down Chuya's hand firmly. After a long time, she took out the ten-finger grip, and then she pretended to hum, and her voice suddenly softened. up:

"Zhongye, you are killing me, I am dead."

Chuya: "..."

my day.

Zhong Ye only felt his back tremble uncontrollably, and the depths of his brain seemed to be attacked by some horror from the bottom of the eighteenth floor of the box, and he kicked him mercilessly, causing his brain Technical crash.

For a while, no one spoke.

Sakuragawa carefully observed Chuya's expression, and for about a minute, she asked tentatively, "Chuya, do you have anything to say?"

Chuya's face was paralyzed: "I know what it means to have no soul."

Because he now feels that his soul has gone with the wind.

With an expression of "nothing wrong and happy", Sakura Chuan hugged his arm and smiled in surprise: "Look at Zhongya, you are not hopeless!"

Chuya: "..."

With all due respect, I suspect you might be.

Zhongye's complaints were strangled to death in the cradle at the beginning, because he felt that some part of his arm touched some unusual part.

That touch is really a bit...

Even though he had no prior experience with this, Zhong closed his eyes: he still guessed what it was.

Zhong also felt that the temperature of the base of his ears was not good, but this time he didn't bother to pay attention to Sakuragawa's amazed eyes, and just put his free hand on his eyes in a self-defeating manner.

Young people's fingers are always so clean, yet they are immature when they are ready to unleash their power, and the conflicts of contradictions bring about an especially attractive combination.

Zhongya's voice was very low, almost breathless, with frustration and trembling in his voice: "Sakuragawa, let go first."

15-year-old Nakaya called this name for the first time.

In fact, it should also be Nakahara Chuya. Since I met him in Sakuragawa, it was the first time I heard him call myself that.

Regardless of the reason, Sakuragawa will choose to do it first.

She is so obedient, Chuya couldn't say all the words behind her.

Besides, he is very embarrassed now.

The two finally arrived at the place where Yosano Akiko was supposed to be. A no-passing zone was set up at the scene, and there was still smoke coming out. Several police officers on duty nearby had already arrived here.

Sakura Chuan searched for Xie Ye's figure in the crowd, but his eyes were first fixed on the boy who was sitting slumped on the ground, wearing a black windbreaker, lowering his head and covering his lips and coughing.

She let go of Chuuya's hand and ran over quickly.

"Hey, Sakuragawa...!"

Zhong also failed to stop her, and looked in the direction of Yingchuan running, with a slightly gloomy expression.

He followed, at a much slower pace than Sakuragawa.

Sakuragawa finally arrived in front of Osamu Dazai.

"Too...you, are you okay?"

Unable to hide her excitement, Sakuragawa almost screamed wrongly, she immediately squatted down in front of Dazai, and looked at him to confirm the injury, "Are you injured? Are you okay? Or did you choke?"

"……Well?"

The young man raised his head, and the fluffy and slightly long hair on his forehead swept across his eyebrows. The eyes hidden under the black eyelashes were revealed with the movement, and Sakuragawa saw his familiar brown pupils, which were so clear that there was no mechanism. Ma'am, may I ask if you are..."

In the middle of his speech, he stopped, cleared his throat a couple of times uncomfortably, and then smiled a little frivolously—this seemed to be the expression he made most often:

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

"...If you cry, I can't coax you."