[Comprehensive] Martyrdom is not a good civilization

The evening sun hangs over the sea, and the warm orange to pink tone is bright, but no longer dazzling.

The sparkling light on the sea shook away the ripples, and Dazai and I stood by the pier, everything seemed to have a beautiful romantic atmosphere.

Dazai was holding me with one hand, and the packing bag and big black umbrella with the other.I think of the two long-handled umbrellas placed at Dazai's entrance, they are exactly the same black, this slacker is really lazy in his attitude towards life.

"Why don't you buy a folding umbrella?"

"The long handle is more handsome?"

"Why didn't I realize that you cared about this before."

"You're still in the boyfriend's probationary period, so of course you have to behave well." Dazai chuckled lightly and lowered his head to peck my cheek.

Dazai's movements were very light, his lips almost touched his cheeks lightly, as if feathers were falling on the skin, bringing a slight sense of tenderness.

I tiptoed and pressed Dazai's shoulder, and kissed him on the face.Dazai had a surprised expression on his face, and I smiled brightly at him facing the setting sun.

"Reciprocity is good~"

I was a little tired from holding hands all the time, so I put my arms around Dazai's arm and squeezed his fingertips to play.His fingertips were bloodless, with thin and flat pads. I pressed the sides of his nails tightly and loosely, and they were quickly pinched into light pink.

"Drip, drip-"

I let go of Dazai's hand and let him answer the phone. He stood under the summer sun, the orange-red warm light rendering his facial lines, looking extremely gentle.

"Odasaku, me? I'm dating Ayako oh-ah..." The softened lines on Dazai's face were instantly hardened, and the shadows of his eyelashes cast shadows on the corners of his eyes, and his expression was unclear.

I looked at Dazai, and a bad feeling suddenly came to my heart.I looked at him anxiously, with a disturbed expression.

Dazai put the phone close to my ear, almost touching my cheek, and a familiar voice came from the phone, slightly panting.

"It's in Ango's room..."

I listened quietly, even breathing lightly.Summarize the information conveyed by Odasaku on the other end of the phone-Ango Sakaguchi is missing, Odasaku was sniped during the investigation, and now he is in trouble.

"Do you want me to block the road?" Dazai's eyes were very dangerous, the setting sun disappeared in his eyes, his voice was low, "...No, it's not necessary, don't chase too deeply, Odasaku."

The phone was turned off with a click, and Dazai was silent for a moment and turned his gaze to me: "Little Ayako..."

"I will go with you."

I know what Dazai wants to say, he even deliberately avoided revealing too much of his working state in front of me, but since I have decided to get to know him better, I will not back down at this time.

Besides...

I stretched out my hand and skillfully used my spiritual power to form a seal in the air. Unlike Yimulian's brilliant golden streamer, my color was lighter, as if the first ray of dawn in the morning, the streamer fell on Dazai with a long tail of light and shadow.

"Wind Talisman—Guard!"

The streamer seemed to stick to Dazai's eyelashes, and he winked at me, being too obedient.

"I can take care of myself, don't worry."

"……it is good."

The shopping bag and umbrella were thrown to Dazai's younger brother, and I didn't feel out of place standing among them in a black dress.

Dazai led people into the quiet old alley, and the humid and cool air rushed towards his face, with a faint smell of gunpowder smoke in it.

Dazai waved his hand lightly, the narrow alley was filled with bullets and fireworks, after the piercing sounds and the groans of the men in gray cloaks, the place was eerily quiet.

The men in gray cloaks were like worn-out dolls that had been pulled out of cotton, hitting the ground with a muffled sound, and the blood from their bullets splashed on the moss-covered walls.

A sense of unspoken oppression spread. In fact, I have never seen him kill people by himself. Using language traps or psychological weaknesses of enemies is enough to break most people.

I looked at Dazai and found that he was looking at me, which was completely different from his usual state. I remembered that Dazai had such a terrifying expression when he was a teacher educating students.

Odasaku was safe and sound with the white safe in his arms, I was relieved and smiled at Dazai, signaling to leave me alone.

Dazai brushed away the two unruly strands of hair sticking to the corners of my mouth, with a calm expression and did not speak.

Behind them, the boys in black suits stood well-trained with their guns raised, and all of them wore sunglasses with serious expressions in the dimly lit alley.Although it was out of season, I still couldn't help thinking—the alley is narrow and the light is not good. If there is a stone on the ground, wouldn't the black suits in the back row fall down the same row?

Dazai pulled up Odasaku and complained helplessly. I didn't know Odasaku very well, so I just waved to him and didn't walk over.

I am more interested in Dazai in the eyes of others. How do other people evaluate Dazai?I scanned the group of guys in black suits, and finally came to a guy with a bunch of hairs on his forehead.

"Excuse me, what's the matter, miss?" Dumbao's face was stiff, he quietly put aside the front of the gun and pointed it at the ground, his expression was a little nervous.

"No, it's fine. I just wanted to ask, what do you think of Dazai?"

I slowed down my voice and asked with a smile, but for some reason, the dumb boy became more nervous.

"Dazai...Mr. Dazai, he keeps himself clean! Apart from studying suicide every day, he is a very good love and marriage partner!"

Sweat was dripping from the brow of the dumb boy, and his voice was loud and resonant as if he was swearing an oath.

No... Who wants to ask this anymore, I'm talking about the same as a suspicious girlfriend who investigates whether there are suspicious women around her boyfriend.

"Does Ayako want to know this? You can ask me directly~" Dazai looked at me with bright eyes, holding a wire in his hand, and the safe in Odasaku's hand was opened.

So the safe can't protect against a young genius like Dazai at all, right?

The serious atmosphere on the scene was swept away, and even Oda Saku showed the comforting expression of his old father-it is not appropriate to say that it is comforting, it is a combination of relief and relaxation, as well as unknown emotions, in an incomprehensible complex expression.

"Don't get me wrong, I just want to know more about my boyfriend in all aspects."

I don’t know if Dazai is a philandering carrot, a coward who doesn’t dare to use force even if he takes a bite.

"So, Xiao Lingzi is still duplicity."

"Duplicity is not what the hell... wind talisman - tie!" I Siyu looked at Dazai, and was about to refute Dazai's brains reasonably, but saw the man in gray cloak who fell on the ground struggling as if trying to stand up.

The man in gray had blood on his hands. He picked up the gun with shaking hands and pointed it at Dazai slowly but firmly.

The boys in black suits shot at the man in gray. At this time, the man in gray was already in a very bad state. He was trembling and panting heavily, but his eyes were firmly locked on Dazai.

"It's really amazing. I can still get up after being shot so many times. If it wasn't for Xiao Lingzi, I would have died. What a pity."

No, you can't die without me.

Dazai, you can only be angry with someone who is about to die, it is a miracle to be angry to death.

I watched Dazai walking in front of the man in gray with ease. Not only was the man in gray restrained, he couldn't even open his mouth.He easily took the old-fashioned gun from the man in gray, with a cold smile on his lips.

The man in gray couldn't respond to Dazai's emotion, and the slack pupils in the eyes half covered by the cloak shook violently.

"In this situation, you can't even taste the poison in your favorite molars."

I haven't heard Dazai's frivolous tone that can easily provoke people's anger for a long time, and now I think about it a little nostalgic-is the essence of human beings really fragrant?

"Hey, Dazai." Odasaku held the safe with a helpless tone.

"I know~" Dazai let go of the miserable man in gray in a good mood, he came over and put his hands on my shoulders, beckoning to the dumb boy, "Take him away, clean up the medicine in the molars."

"Yes! Mr. Dazai!"

I watched the boys in black suits clean up the scene, and soon the alley was cleaned up except for the blood soaked in the moss on the wall.

Don't look at the cause but only look at the result. These are really good young people who talk about civilization. When cleaning up, they also threw away a few bags of garbage piled up in the corner.Does the port mafia pay so much attention to the quality education of its members?

But it is also a very dangerous profession. I think Oda Saku's character can actually consider quitting.

Dazai is the same, his whole body is wounded.

"Mr. Odasaku, can I extend a hand?"

"Oh..." Odasaku held the safe in his arms with one hand in confusion, and spread the other hand in front of me.

I stretched out my fingertips to write and draw on his palm, and at the moment I wrote the last stroke, I softly shouted: "Feng Talisman—Guardian!"

I always feel that calling out the name of the wind talisman is very secondary, but the effectiveness of the wind talisman has something to do with the spirit of speech.

"What? I want it too!"

Dazai leaned over and slumped both hands in front of me. On his palms, we could faintly see fine scratches, old and new.Some are faint and cannot be seen clearly, and there are also clear new wounds superimposed on old wounds.

"Snapped!"

I patted Dazai's palm hard, then turned to Odasaku and said, "Consider changing jobs, Mr. Odasaku, I have a recommended position here, the job is easy and the salary is high, and I still have time to write novels."

Zhimeng magazine is in a period of shortage of mature and young writers.Because I was going to take painting as my long-term goal, I made a small investment some time ago——Odasaku only lacked one opportunity. I have read the text written by him, and it is no problem to pass the assessment.

Odasaku thought for a moment, then nodded solemnly: "Okay, I will think about it, thank you."

"Hey, is Ayako going to poach a corner? Why don't you poach your boyfriend?"

"What are you doing digging, are you digging back to catch fish?"

"My heart hurts so much." Dazai covered his chest, his brows were slightly furrowed, his sick and weak expression was very real.

I took away Dazai's hand covering his chest, and carved an enhanced version of the Wind Talisman there, the golden streamer only saw a tail on his black suit and penetrated into the skin.

"Okay, Dazai, be good."

Dazai pulled his neckline as if he wanted to take a look. Behind him, the boys in black suits had already tidied up the scene, and the men in gray clothes were also packed and tied up. They stood with their guns on their backs, silent as chickens.

The black dress on my body is nice, but it has no pockets, and my phone is stuffed in Dazai's pocket.I grabbed his shirt and took the phone from my pocket.

I turned on the screen and reached out to Odasaku: "Mr. Odasaku, please exchange contact information?"

"Bang!" The sound of the human body hitting the ground was very obvious. When I looked back, I found that the boy in the black suit holding the man in gray shook his hands and smashed the disabled to the ground.

"I'm very sorry!" The boy in the black suit bowed to apologize, and quickly picked up the man in gray.

"……it is good."

Odasaku hesitated to enter the mobile phone number, I saved the mobile phone number and dialed it, then hung up immediately, and stuffed it back into Dazai's pocket with satisfaction after making notes.

The boys in black suits and Oda Saku left one after another, I looked up and found that Dazai's expression was not right: "What's wrong with you?"

Dazai pouted childishly: "Little Ayako didn't even take the initiative to ask for my contact information."

Tsk, what a sour taste.