Two or three things about having a crush on Mr. Dazai

I woke up in excruciating pain.

"It's him, the 'Ghost of Yokohama', with dark blue hair, black clothes and blue eyes, that supernatural being who will disappear out of thin air!"

"Yo~ Such a young kid."

"A person can't be judged by his appearance. The loss he caused us is at least... this amount." A very hateful tone.

"...that's not good, man."

"So we must squeeze out his due value."

When I regained consciousness, I heard two rough voices conversing in Japanese.One of them is Japanese, and the other has a distinct foreign accent.

With my eyes closed, I felt like I was being handcuffed in a chair—probably a torture chair specially designed for torture.There was no feeling in the hands or feet, and the muscles around the shoulders and hips were in unbearable tearing pain.

The arms and legs were heavy and immobile, probably dislocated.

It hurts.

I inadvertently frowned, and then someone pinched my chin and forced me to look up.

When he raised his face, the hair hanging on the side of his face swept across his cheeks and slid back, a little itchy.

"When you wake up, open your eyes!"

It was the Japanese, his voice full of resentment.

I opened my eyes and calmly looked at the person in front of me in cold sweat.

A burly man in a black suit and black sunglasses, he pinched my chin so hard that he wanted to tear me apart: "It's you, you brat, who broke our business!"

From their conversations, I learned that their malice was clearly aimed at me personally.

This is Europe, and I haven't done it yet.Not to mention bad things about him, he must not be a member of this European organization.

Well, he should be the underworld organization in Yokohama.

It is not clear which organization it is.After all, I can't count the bases of underworld organizations that I have visited in my back garden.

Is it revenge?

I thought to myself.

But how did they know I would appear here?

"Hey, man, be careful, we haven't figured out what he's capable of."

There was a blond foreign man standing behind the big man. He said maliciously: "It's amazing, little one. Just to deal with you alone, the Yokohama underworld actually united and came to Europe to find me. The bait funds for the port mafia to be hooked are not all A small sum... But it's not a loss, I really caught you."

The blond man spoke Japanese with a substandard accent, looked at me curiously, and tossed my communicator up and down in his hand.

Things came to light.

This seemingly lucrative deal was basically a game aimed at the port mafia and me.The Yokohama underworld actually hated me so much that they even secretly joined forces with European supernatural beings to get rid of me.

I remained silent and looked around from the corner of my eye.

As far as the eye can see is a resplendent and spacious hall, decorated in an obvious European style, a chandelier hanging high in the center of the hall.

There are many men in black with guns in front, but I can't see behind, probably the same situation.

This is not the place for interrogation of captives.Either they didn't intend to lock me up, or they were absolutely sure of my escape.

I was expressionless and unresponsive, but someone couldn't wait any longer.

"What are you looking at?!! Now you are finally in my hands..."

The big man punched me hard in the face, causing my tears and nosebleeds to come out together. There was a loud "bang", I don't know if the bridge of my nose was broken by him.

It hurts, but it's not the face that hurts the most.

is the brain.

The moment the big man punched me, I wanted to launch nothingness.However, "Zeng——" a sharp sound sounded in my head immediately, which made me almost faint and lost all control over my body.

It was the mental attack ability that made me lose consciousness before!

I hang my head weakly, and I have a premonition that I may have to explain here today.

The blond man said, "Want to know why I can stop you from activating your power? Your seat can instantly reflect your brainwaves." He explained in a very nasty tone, "You can't escape, little one."

"What? He wanted to run just now?!" The big man was anxious and angry, he raised his hand and wanted to shoot me, but the blond man stopped him, "It's not too late to shoot again later."

"Break off a hand and a leg, it's not good to hurt him until he goes into shock and dies before interrogating something." The blond man said so.

"That's right." The big man snorted.

The blond man smiled: "Tell me information about the port mafia that you know, and you will suffer less. Don't try to lie, your brain waves are displayed here."

"..."

Although let's say, I'm not loyal to Hong Kong and black, but it feels even more unreliable to believe you.

So, I obeyed my arrogant intuition that I didn't know where to come from, and said: "Bah."

Big man: "..."

Blonde man: "..."

The blond man shot me with his own hand.The bullet hit my left arm and embedded itself in my body. The impact made me fall back and fall on the back of the chair.

The arm was indeed dislocated, but the pain was clearly transmitted to the brain through the nerves, and I couldn't help opening my mouth.

"Ha ha……"

"Are you laughing? At such a young age, I didn't expect to be a tough one."

I almost lost my breath when I heard his words.

Tough ass, laughing fart, I'm fucking gasping.

"What did the Port Mafia promise to make you so loyal to it?"

"money?"

"status?"

"woman?"

"No... at such a young age, could it be milk?"

"Mr. Smith, please be serious!" The big man urged the blond man impatiently.

The blond man was still shaking his head and tentatively: "The rest of the reasons... that's people. Has Mafia at the port sheltered or threatened your important people?"

"It seems to be right. Besides, it's the former."

The blond raised his hand and shot me again.

This time I was hit on my left thigh, I don't know if it hit an artery, and the blood flowed out, making my eyes black and my whole body cold. I coughed violently and spit out a mouthful of blood.

Big man: "What's the matter?"

"Don't be impatient, buddy. This little one is very hard. I tried to run away several times just now, but I pushed back. Now my brain probably can't even understand what I said."

After the blond man finished speaking to the big man, he continued to threaten me.

"Do you want to become an idiot, boy? The more times you are mentally attacked, the more your brain will be damaged. If you don't confess, you may be like the people I tortured before, spitting and incontinent, unable to control themselves, crying and wanting to confess Information, but found that I have forgotten the memory."

My ears were buzzing, and I could barely hear a few words he said.

The blond man said: "Don't try to run, and you won't be attacked. Give me some information, and save yourself a shot."

I can hardly breathe.

Unable to activate the void, I am so weak, so weak that I can't even hold two bullets.

The world in front of me is sometimes black and sometimes white, and I can't tell what color it is.

Almost dead.

I slumped on the torture chair and thought calmly.

I was silent, and the blond man didn't rush me.

I thought a lot between life and death, and there was a mess of everything.

For example, I am obviously not loyal to Hong Kong blacks, but why did I blurt out "bah" instead of information?

For example, if Mr. Dazai possesses the ability of "Nothingness", he will never fall into this situation - he will definitely discover the opponent's conspiracy as soon as he sneaks in;

For example, this time the mission was really embarrassing to the boss of the Central Plains. If he went back, he would definitely be scolded miserably;

For example, I recalled in flashes that the reason I was exposed in Yokohama was not because I showed up briefly during the gap between "Nothingness", but because I went to deal with the remains with Dazai Oda that day, and after carrying out the task with a strong smell on my body, I was caught by those people. Follow the vines to find out "Takeshita Qiu", a member of the Hong Kong gangster who just left the waste discharge site.

Being watched by many parties, feared by many parties, he endured for several days, and finally shot out angrily.

What a pity.

Even the camera couldn't capture my trajectory, and I fell on the smell of oil and blood.

Because I insisted on following Mr. Dazai that night.

Dazai-san... I may not be able to keep looking at you.

No, take one last look.

Before you die, take one last look!

With my weakened spirit, I fired "Nothingness" several times in succession, but it didn't work, but it made the man scream angrily—it also consumes a lot of mental power for him to activate the ability.

Before I gave up completely, I succeeded!

My weak body became transparent, even the big man, the blond man, and the people in black frantically shot at the chair and shot it full of holes, but they couldn't touch me at all.

But unfortunately, my physical condition will not be relieved in nothingness, and my spirit is getting heavier and heavier.

I can no longer take the initiative to escape from nothingness.I am about to die in nothingness, my spirit and body dissipate between heaven and earth.

Silently, just as I came.

I am not afraid of death, but I am very unwilling.

You can't see that person because you're dead.

I was so sad that I wanted to cry, but my consciousness gradually blurred.

"boom!!!!!--"

Is it a hallucination before death?

This hall... exploded?

I lay on the ground, looking at the hall that seemed to have been visited by TNT explosives in a daze. It was so gorgeous a minute ago, but now it has all been turned into ruins.

Under the ruins lay corpses, and blood flowed everywhere.

The big man and most of the men in black were crushed to death on the spot, and there was no sound. The blond man was hit on the head and fled in embarrassment covering his head.

"Hey Dazai, are you sure this is the place??"

"Don't question me, when did my decision go wrong?"

The familiar voice, is it because I am so obsessed that I have auditory hallucinations?

"Double black!!!!!!"

Someone yelled in horror.

it is true.

Really double black, double black of the port mafia.

Two men in black trench coats stepped into the ruins calmly. The shorter one was wearing a black hat and had flamboyant orange hair, while the other was covered in bandages, with gauze on one cheek , tall and tall, with a graceful sense of weakness.

Their faces are so young, but they have a chic demeanor that adults can't match.

The blond man appeared behind Dazai, with a hideous expression and shock on his face: "Why..."

——Mr. Dazai, be careful! ! !

I'm running out of consciousness, but I'm still screaming wildly for that person.

Dazai turned around, raised his hand, and a bullet was sent precisely between his eyebrows with a "bang".

The blond fell down.

Dazai closed his gun flatly: "I'm sorry, I'm not interested in answering the dead."

They simply and neatly dealt with all the enemies.

Zhong Yuan asked Dazai, "Where is Autumn?"

Dazai: "Remove everything around the chair in the middle. That's right, it's here, and the chair is also removed."

Then I watched Dazai walking towards me step by step.

I know that in his eyes, I am just a mass of air, no different from other air.

Dazai crouched down.

He stretched out his bandage-wrapped hand and covered it with long, slender fingers.

He touched my face.

The moment my warm fingertips touched the cold skin, I shuddered all over.

I looked at Dazai without blinking.

When those iris-colored eyes finally reflected my figure clearly, tears welled up in my eyes.

……

The young man named "Osamu Dazai" was completely black, with blood on his hands.

He is my god.