[Comprehensive] I thought you were going to attack me

Miyuki Seragaki wanted to kill someone.

When she found out that one of her closest friends had been raised by an unknown man as a loli for ten years, and now she was suspected of being cheated into marriage.

"No, no, it's really not a fraudulent marriage! Although that guy's character... this, in short, he is not a fraudulent marriage! And they don't necessarily want to get married, maybe he was just joking..."

Miyuki: "..."

You better not explain it.

After all, he was no longer a teenager, and in the end Tsunayoshi Sawada still controlled himself.

But he was still very guilty.

In fact, if it weren't for a subordinate who always said he didn't want his body but was honest, he might really do something like "abducting an unknown girl into a flash marriage", he wouldn't be so... guilty.

Obviously both of them are his subordinates, but the gaze of the young woman facing him at this moment gave him an inexplicable feeling... the real incumbent feeling facing the abducted girl.

Wrong illusion.

However, if you are guilty, you still have to protect your family's privacy.Don't say that these are just his brain supplements at present, even if the brain supplements come true in a few days...

"In short, it's Nagi's own choice."

Miyuki said suddenly.

"...?"

Sawada Tsunayoshi didn't answer, apparently completely unresponsive.

"Since that's the case, there's no problem," Miyuki suddenly returned to the original topic, and smiled again, "Other matters about this cooperation are covered in the documents I brought. I'm sorry I got a little excited just now, But work is still the priority, and I'm still kind of dedicated."

Kokichi Sawada:"……???"

Wait, did he miss a few thousand words of plot just now?

Inexplicably feeling that he was caught off guard by being thrown off the car, and became more determined not to participate in the crew of the other party (it is said to be in preparation)—wait, he shouldn’t have been entangled in this——Pongelie Ten Daimu finally showed his relief smile.

If among the suitors he has had over the years, there is one who has half the "enthusiasm" of Seragaki Miyuki, it may be Mrs. Judaime now.

After imagining that scene, the young Vongola Judaimo shuddered silently.

***

Although the goal was not achieved, Seragaki Miyuki was not disappointed.

After all, she didn't expect that the other party would nod because of her pestering once or twice.

In fact, a few months ago, when Miyuki saw the "BOSS" Nagi was talking about for the first time, she was more surprised than happy for a moment.

She didn't expect that the person in the other party's mouth would be Sawada Tsunayoshi.

Sawada Tsunayoshi was her elementary school classmate, and the two had sat at the same table for a semester.And this gentleman was considered a... "celebrity" in the class at the time, although not in the positive sense.

Miyuki vaguely remembered the boy with brown hair and brown eyes, including the boy who was always crying, his flushed cheeks, and his aggrieved expression.

Like a furry herbivore like a rabbit or something.

She also remembered that she especially liked to pinch his face, and then looked at what the other party wanted to say, then swallowed it back timidly, and finally the appearance of obediently pinching him.

It's really... so easy to bully!

But Shenxue did not expect that the other party hadn't changed much in terms of appearance and art; but other than that, the man in front of him had been turned upside down from height to temperament.

It's almost like...going to Santuchuan to incarnate.

No matter how many speculations there are about it, Miyuki knows what is enough.

It's like she has long noticed that "Nagi of the Six Paths" is not an ordinary newcomer, just like she met the founder of the Fengji Foundation because of Nagi's relationship.

Then based on the cooperation between the two parties, I met Tsunayoshi Sawada.

The status of "old schoolmate" is a surprise, but even without this relationship, it is just a little extra time.

Over the years, Shenxue has done a lot of things that can't be called kind, and she has repeatedly tested the edge of reason every day, but she hasn't overturned the car so far.Her measurement of "degree" is accurate, and she is well versed in watching people order dishes and accepting them when they are good.

In a sense, this is a necessary skill to be in the entertainment industry.But for Shenxue, she was well versed in this way long before she stepped into the entertainment circle.

Or for her, it was a survival instinct.

She only does what she wants to do, and she doesn't mind a lot of detours in order to get there.

A private party ended quietly, and Miyuki walked back to the rented apartment from the small path with a somewhat relaxed mood.

She has two properties in Tokyo, one is in the outer suburbs, and the other is in a community in a prosperous area.In the community, every inch of land is expensive, there are not many residents, and the confidentiality and security index are extremely high.

Except for Shenxue, quite a few of her colleagues in the circle have bought houses nearby.

The location of the apartment is a bit out of the way, it takes five or six minutes to walk from the entrance of the community to the downstairs.Miyuki took out the earphones and plugged them all the way, and then hummed a few words.

... This good mood disappeared without a trace when he saw the man standing downstairs in his house.

"Miss Seragaki—"

It was an uncle who looked about 40 or [-] years old, and looked a little rough.The short black hair is not neatly scattered, and the stubble protruding from the chin clearly shows that "real men never bow their heads to shave".

Although Miyuki once doubted whether this shape was specially repaired by the other party.

Although the uncle looked sloppy, his moving speed was astonishing.From the moment the two appeared within sight of each other, Miyuki only blinked once, and the other party was already standing three steps away from her.

Then, he showed a toothache smile that can be called... a scene replay:

"Miss Seragaki, five days have passed, but..."

He stammered, as if he had a plate of nasty food in front of him and had to eat it all.

Miyuki stared at him for a few seconds, then looked down silently... for a second at an indescribable place.

Of course nothing can be seen.

In order to avoid encountering the paparazzi this time, she deliberately made disguises and disguises.But this can't be hidden from someone with a little bit of professional skills, not to mention the man in front of him was once called "Trident Shamar".

But for this guy who tried to moles her, Miyuki just folded his arms, calmly:

"I guess, in the past few days, you have had close contact with someone—or some women?"

"...Ha, this," Shamar looked left and right, "I saw a beautiful lady on the street, I really don't want to miss this encounter..."

"It's a pity. My control over the supernatural ability is only at the moment when it's 'formed'." Miyuki lowered her arms, and just looking at her expression was extremely sincere, "Once the 'contract' is reached, I will follow the set rules 100%. Nobody can change that - not even me."

Shamar: "..."

Miyuki: "So this gentleman, for the sake of a longer-lasting happiness, temporarily control your lust—the desire to estrus."

The man in front of him named Shamar with an unknown surname was Miyuki's last "target" and also her original purpose of getting close to Pengo Lie.

Of course, not a goal in the sense of "that".

This guy has the habit of hunting for mates everywhere, almost like some kind of creature that is in heat all the time.She didn't come to him to practice her acting skills, after all, he didn't meet her aesthetics at all.

"...I really can't help it. It seems that for those lovely girls, I have to endure it for a while." Shamar finally sighed, as if he had made some great sacrifice, "So forgive me, you found Is the kind of doctor you want, Miss Seragaki?"

When he spoke the second half of the sentence, his expression became more serious than ever before.

At this moment, compared with before, this man seemed to be a different person.

"No." Miyuki shook her head.

"..."

Shamar watched her for a moment, as if to make sure she was lying.Finally he became casual again, shrugged his shoulders and said:

"Now I truly believe that your request at the time was not exaggerated—but to be honest, 'a doctor who can bring back the dying from the edge of the Santu River'... Even if such a guy really existed, he would definitely Let it be firmly controlled by certain forces."

These words had almost no impact on Miyuki, she didn't even change the angle of her eyebrows.

Shamar didn't say anything, and after saying goodbye with grace, he turned his head and left.

Shamar, the owner of the "Trident Mosquito", is a man who has the ability to "cure more than 600 diseases" according to underground rumors.

Unfortunately, he doesn't have what Miyuki wants.

"The security level needs to be strengthened..."

Looking at the uncle's unrefined back, Miyuki sighed with half-truth.

After entering the corridor, take the elevator. Miyuki's home is on the fifth floor of the apartment.The entire fifth floor was originally connected to one household—all the houses in this area were like this—but after Miyuki bought it, half of it was partitioned and renovated, and the other half was used as a daily residence.

"Ding--"

The elevator stopped.

Due to the potential threshold of living in the community, the corridor is always very quiet.Even during the so-called rush hour for commuting, it is difficult for Shenxue to see a few living people in the community.

But today...she suspected that she had rejected the lucky item recommended by someone, so she encountered "accidents" one after another.

"Ah, martyrdom, the sweet echo. How empty it is to die alone..."

A man stood in the corridor between the fifth and sixth floors, facing a blank wall, whispering intoxicatedly.

Miyuki understood the sentence spoken by the other party with her professional sound discrimination ability.

"Ah, no, no, no... When you say the word 'sacrifice for love', the tone should be longer, just like 'sacrifice-love'. Hmm, it seems to be a little exaggerated?"

The man was tall and thin in a sand-colored coat and Western-style cardigan.His black hair was unkempt, giving him a distinctly unkempt appearance.

When he danced and danced against the wall, thinking and moving calmly, he revealed the white bandages wrapped around his neck and wrists.As if aware of another person's gaze, the man suddenly turned his head and looked in Miyuki's direction:

"Eh?"

It was a face that was "fine-featured" even by the standard of straight men's aesthetics, and it would not be insignificant in the entertainment industry - and it was absolutely natural.

Those iris-colored eyes widened a little because of surprise, which was very standard, the expression of a man seeing a beautiful alien.

And at that moment, Miyuki held her breath.

She saw the blackness of nothingness falling from the sky, and the red moon left a momentary afterimage in her pupils.

At the end of the upside-down line of sight, there are mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and piles of white bones.

The author has something to say: You can guess the heroine's supernatural powers and what she did to a certain uncle (doge)

According to the original line of tutoring, Uncle Shamar is already 42 at the moment, let's treat him as an uncle with a good face (deep)

PS:

I have always believed that after Dazai thought of the suicide method of dying for love, at least he conceived his lines at the beginning, did he quietly rehearse and say something else?

After all, no matter how good an actor is, he still needs to gain proficiency┓(?′?`?)┏