[Comprehensive] I don't want to be the heroine

Collapsed a building. "……Bar?"

Su Woyan picked up his wand, shook his head with a dark face, and refused, "I'm running out of magic power."

Osamu Dazai blinked: "Huh?"

Nakahara Nakaya stepped forward and took off the cloth covering his fingers while walking.

"'Eh' what 'eh', there is only one way to go."

Osamu Dazai sighed, "That's right."

"Only this once, Chuya."

Zhong Yuan Zhong also said angrily: "This is what I want to say! Only this time, there will never be another time!"

In the third month since Osamu Dazai left port mafia, the "Double Blacks", which made countless enemies fearful, once again reappeared in the wonderful city of Yokohama.

This time they are not just out to defeat the enemy, but to save.

They want to save Yokohama from this twisted system and redeem the crying witch.

Zhongyuan Zhongye muttered words.

The black overcoat flew out, the sleeves of the white shirt were rolled up on the forearm, and the black gloves were also taken off.

On his white and clean hands, a vine-like imprint suddenly appeared like a brand mark.

This is the true form of Zhongye's ability - filth.

In this state, he will gain extremely strong combat power, at the cost of unbearable loads on his body and wanton destruction by losing his mind.

And he can't stop by himself, either the load is too strong, life is exhausted and he dies, or the dirty form is lifted by Osamu Dazai's "disqualification in the world".

Once he becomes like this, he is equivalent to handing over his life to Osamu Dazai.

Speaking of it, the relationship between the two blacks is also very interesting.

He is clearly a deadly rival who hates each other, but also a partner who can give his life.

Even though Osamu Dazai has defected, Nakahara is still willing to trust him.

Of course, the mobilization ability is not for Osamu Dazai.

If the filthy form is not used, the three of them will probably be trapped in the enchantment of the witch tonight.

Whether Dazai is dead or not is not up to him, Chuya also sincerely hoped for the death of this mackerel many times.

But he couldn't let Su Woyan, who had exhausted his strength, die here.

Central Plains can think of countless reasons for Su Woyan to live.For example, she is only 16 years old, she wants to be a hero, she is a best friend...

So, since there are so many reasons, he must let the girl walk out of the barrier safely.

Su Woyan was always worried, and flew closer with his wand in his arms, observing Chuya Zhongyuan from a distance that was neither too far nor too close.

She removed her barrier and put it on Zhongyuan Zhongya instead.

Her magic power is running out, and she can only do such a small thing.

Osamu Dazai raised his head and looked at the magical girl flying high.

A small white animal appeared at his feet and asked, "Is it true that you don't want to make a wish?"

Osamu Dazai stretched out his index finger to his lips, which meant rejection.

He looked at the pink-haired girl who was turning over in the pink-purple star sea to avoid the attack of the familiar from a distance.

He thought: I won't drag Yan Jiang to sink together.

It's not that Osamu Dazai didn't think about pulling Su Woyan into his own world.

He has done such excessive things to many people. He invited the clerk who met him for the first time to die with him. He did such a thing more than once.

He has always claimed that he wanted to die in love with a beautiful woman, and such suicide is the most romantic way to die.

He also invited Su Woyan, and said in a joking tone: "Yanjiang, do you want to die for love with me?"

However, he couldn't do it.

He didn't want to die in love with Su Woyan, he sincerely hoped that Su Woyan would live well and be under the light forever.

When Osamu Dazai meets someone he likes, he doesn't want to die with him, but wants to live well with him.

He won't pull Su Woyan to sink together, he just wants to struggle out by himself, and one day he can walk into her world.

On that day, he will definitely be able to show a sincere, frank and sincere smile.

That smile is real, and the joy and happiness that give birth to that smile must also be real.

The author has something to say: Chuya (sluggish): Su, I am my good friend, and I want to protect her!

Dazai (conscious): I like Yanjiang, and I want Kengzhong to protect her.

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This chapter has a personal understanding in it.

I think, sir, when he meets someone he really likes, he won't want to die.

It will not be true love who dies for love, and true love will not be called to die for love by him.

Horse monkey shochu and conscience

The sea of ​​pink and purple stars and fog gradually faded away, revealing the half-circle moon on the dark blue night again.

Su Woyan leaned against the wall wearily, holding his wand.

She has always been the kind of person with a more regular posture, but now, she is limp against the wall as if she has no bones.

After the double overdraft of magic power and physical strength, I feel uncomfortable, so sleepy that I want to vomit.

Su Woyan thought, she didn't want to fight this kind of battle a third time.

Zhong Yuanzhong also lay flat on the ground, with blood in the corners of his eyes and nasal cavity, which was the load on his body caused by his strength.

After regaining his sanity, he figured out one thing: In this world, the creature he hates the most is not only Osamu Dazai, but also those unscientific creatures that should exist in fantasy.

Of the three people who broke into the witch's night barrier, only Dazai Osamu stood in the middle of the road unharmed, with a relaxed posture.

Zhongyuan Zhong also raised his head and glanced at his old partner.

Zhongyuan Zhong also thought: I want to beat him up.

Zhongyuan Zhongye's actions are relatively straightforward. Most of the time, he will do whatever he thinks——

He sat up from the ground with difficulty, stood up again supporting the gravel-covered ground, and walked over with vain steps.

Su Gayan supported the wall and stood up, walked towards Osamu Dazai, and swung the wand down with his right hand.

Su Woyan's behavior has been very obvious - he wants to beat him.

What else could make Sogayan and Nakahara Chuya happier than beating up Osamu Dazai?

No, it doesn't exist, the biggest need in life at this moment is to beat Osamu Dazai violently, which is as important as eating, drinking, and breathing.

In order to prevent being beaten, Osamu Dazai immediately tried a way to change the subject.

He spoke eloquently with reason:

"Yanjiang, Zhongye, do you want to find a place to rest?"

"It's still the second half of the night in Yokohama, young people must ensure that they get enough sleep."

Su Woyan nodded: "Of course you have to rest, especially Zhongye."

Immediately, before Osamu Dazai breathed a sigh of relief, Su Gayan raised his wand and greeted him.

Half an hour later, Osamu Dazai, who was hit by mixed doubles, covered his bruised face and limped the two of them to a hotel.

It may be more appropriate to say that it is a homestay and an inn.

It was a hotel in an inconspicuous, secluded alley with beautiful environment.Off-white lanterns are hung in front of the wooden door, with "accommodation", "Japanese room", "hot spring" and "opening" written on them.

The floor of the hotel is made of old wood, showing an old and rustic feeling.

On the first floor of the hotel, there are large hot springs at different times, and the Japanese rooms on this floor have their own courtyards and open-air hot springs.

But on the second floor...

Su Woyan lay expressionlessly on the bed.

She asked, "I know I need to rest, but..."

Zhong Yuanzhong also picked up her words: "Why do we live in a capsule hotel?"

Is it to experience life, the life of sleeping in a spacious closet?

Dazai Osamu's frivolous voice sounded: "I will try this feeling once in a while, two rich people."

No… that’s not what it’s like to experience life at all.

The three capsules are even still in the same big room.

There are eight capsule rooms in one large room, but the three of them occupied the whole room, and chose three closets to get into and chat at night.

Su Woyan covered his face, feeling that he and Zhongyuan Zhong are really stupid people with a lot of money.

The two main combat forces who participated in the fight wholeheartedly were exhausted after the battle.

Less than 10 minutes after he got into the closet, there were two long and dissimilar breathing sounds in the room.

Let alone a sleeping capsule hotel, even in the post-war scene full of gravel, the two of them could fall asleep immediately on the ground.

Osamu Dazai smiled, pulled up the quilt at his feet and covered it up.

He said softly: "Good night, Yan Jiang, Zhong Ye."

After all, Osamu Dazai fell asleep peacefully in this room where there were only friends.

He's done a lot of evil, he's used to the dark and bloody, he's used to feeling uneasy.

Because of this, he was never tired only in light sleep.

But today, it was very rare for him to get a good night's sleep, and so was Zhong Yuan Zhongya—the three of them were defenseless against each other, and his brain defined this room with only three people as "safe".

After waking up, Osamu Dazai was no longer in the room.

Only the pile of old bandages that had been removed and thrown in the trash can proved that he had been here.

The guy is gone again.

Su Woyan and Zhongyuan Zhong also yawned at the same time.

The eyelids were clenched, and the two with sleepy tears hanging from the corners of their eyes looked at each other.

They resolutely went downstairs to renew the fee, and went back to the bed to sleep.

None of them commented on Osamu Dazai's departure.

That guy was always like this, leaving suddenly and reappearing suddenly, and no one could find him.

Nakahara Chuya and Su Woyan are already very familiar with this.

By the time the return sleep was over, it was already afternoon.

Su Woyan and Zhong Yuanzhong also ordered two set meals, and sat next to the mini hot spring to wash their feet.

Salmon roe rice bowl, horse dung sea urchin and fresh salmon sashimi are being prepared.

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