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

After that, for a while, I often dragged my unhealed body to the place where Koyo Ozaki and Nakahara Nakaya were.

Because when they are around, the people who come to assassinate me will not risk their hands.

Moreover, I can also learn fighting skills from them and improve my survivability.

It really kills two birds with one stone...

shit.

The sequelae of being tormented by the enemy from body to spirit, I can't move a hand or a foot, let alone dodge, even the normal movement is not agile enough; use supernatural powers, force the spirit and use nothingness a few times to get sleepy .

According to Koyo Ozaki, "Takeshita-kun's pale and crumbling face is really suitable for being assassinated."

I:……

Koyo Ozaki said so, but he still taught me a lot of experience related to assassination, which later saved my life several times.

Chuya Zhongye's training was much more violent. If he was injured and couldn't practice physical skills, he would practice supernatural powers and marksmanship.

He had me point the gun at him and dodge the bullets he used to bounce back using gravity.

Yes, you heard that right.

The location is in his office, and the practice equipment is the bullets.

A few days ago, there were two bullets that penetrated my body and made me undergo two surgeries.

From the beginning when I shot at him, my hands would shake, but later I was able to block his way with a shuttle of bullets;

From the moment I saw a bullet, I used nothingness to dodge it, and then I was so bold that I relied on instinct to activate nothingness when the bullet hit me...

The ghost knows what I went through.

"Nothingness" has since found a new usage.

I call dematerialization itself for a fraction of a second or less "momentary nothingness"; in contrast, long-term dematerialization is called "absolute nothingness".

In the case of limited use of "absolute nothingness", I even practiced the instinctive reaction of the body to automatically enter "instantaneous nothingness" in a dangerous state.

In the state of nothingness, if my soul body overlaps with the real thing, the state of nothingness cannot be lifted-even a small bullet.

So I developed a terrifying control over time.I used "Instant Void" immediately after the bullet came, and it was released immediately. It was so fast that people thought that I had never disappeared, but the bullet missed, so I took it lightly.

This is a very technically difficult operation.If every time I blinked a few tenths of a second earlier, the bullet would hit my body.

And I worked it out.Also practiced instinct.

... Again, don't ask me what I've been through.

Takeshita Qiu also shed more blood than sweat in the Central Plains, this is not an exaggeration at all.

Even so, I am still very grateful to Chuya Nakahara.

Without his high-intensity oppression, I would have died under the ubiquitous bullets of snipers 800 years ago.

It is very sincere, barbaric, and unreasonable for other organizations to buy killers to kill me.

I can only live if I am more savage than them.

I am used to being suddenly targeted by a sniper rifle while I am eating, I am used to the seemingly weak pregnant woman pulling a sharp dagger out of a baby toy, and I am used to being blocked by a passerby with a pistol on the way to the hospital to buy medicine. forehead.

I am used to staying away from all reflective objects, I am used to the wounds that will never heal and are always increasing, I am used to applying medicine to myself with a soft cloth in my mouth in the bathroom in Hong Kong and Hei, and I am used to wrapping the wound with bandages in circles. Bandage up.

Sometimes I also think, with so many injuries, wouldn’t it be good to go back to the hospital?

In the hospital, I can rest peacefully, have a candid nurse who greets me, read the books that Mr. Dazai has read, and play the game console he left behind.The most important thing is that it is a customary rule of the underworld not to do anything in the hospital.No one will assassinate me in the hospital.

It's really good.Like Xanadu.

……

However, Mr. Dazai was not there.

In the past, Mr. Dazai was also hunted down by his enemies, but he never stayed in the hospital for more than 24 hours.

His supernatural ability "Disqualification in the World" is also not offensive, not even defensive.Against ordinary killers without superpowers, he has fewer means of self-protection than me.

The frightening port mafia "Double Black", Chuya Nakahara became famous as "Gravity Manipulator", and Osamu Dazai finally became famous as "Osamu Dazai".

All the assassins came and went, but Dazai Osamu carried the newly bought fruit and game console with a smile, hummed a ditty and stepped on the corpse of the provocateur, and said critically, "Someone used this method last time, it's a little new." None, what a disappointment~”

I used to follow Mr. Dazai, and I saw the scene where he played with the pursuers in the palm of his hand with his foresight and foresight, but after all, I couldn't be as calm as him.

I had just finished dealing with a killer who was following closely behind me, my pistol had been emptied, the wound on my leg was open, and I was walking staggeringly.

My gut tells me—someone else will be here tonight.

Then don't go to a western restaurant, go back and eat instant noodles in the middle of the night.

I turned around.

……

"Navy blue hair, black clothes and blue eyes, a boy around 14 years old? Yo, look what I found? Are you the Hong Kong gangster ghost that the ××× organization offered a reward for?"

More than a dozen sleazy hooligans blocked my way.They are not like hired professional killers, but more like pawns who hang out on the outskirts of the underworld and get information about internal rewards from nowhere.

They are numerous in number, strong and vigorous, with a weapon in their hands, ready to fight.

And I was alone, wounded all over, exhausted, with only a short dagger in my hand, I couldn't even stand still.

There is another person in the dark.

This group of people is a bit smarter than it looks.

"It's me." I said hoarsely, "I'm very hungry, hurry up."

The hooligans looked at each other and rushed over to catch me. One of them strangled my neck vigorously and pressed me on the dirty concrete floor. Take the samurai sword.

Just when they all thought they were going to succeed and put down their guards——

I shot with the people in the dark.

The snow-white blade of the short dagger flashed, and in just a few seconds, I slit half of the people's throats.

The other half was knocked away by the man, and fell to the ground moaning, incapacitated.

Emerging from the shadows is an unexpected acquaintance.

I exchanged glances with him, and decided to let my exhausted body fall backwards.

Then, my body was caught in a warm embrace before falling to the ground.

The person who came was Oda Sakunosuke.

I know Oda is good at martial arts, but I didn't know he was also a killer before - maybe his creed of never killing is one of the blindfolds.

And after going through this wave of chasing and killing, I have a deep understanding of the profession of killer, so I also recognized Oda's way in the instant confrontation.

The feeling of being caught was so good that I couldn't help but ask my heart: "Mr. Oda, I'm so hungry, can I go to your house for dinner?"

Oda Sakunosuke supported me vigorously, and said, "It's okay...ah, you're bleeding."

"It's just an old injury, don't worry." I closed my eyes and replied, completely relaxed.

"You don't look like someone you don't need to worry about, Qiu."

"I'm so tired..." I imitated Dazai's willful tone in front of Oda, and said lazily and slowly.

I closed my eyes and leaned on this man, but I felt a little nervous inside.He shouldn't get rid of me, right?

"If you're tired, go home."

Suddenly my body lifted off the ground——Oda picked me up like a child, put his arms through my knees, and put my chin on his shoulder.

His actions startled me.

"and many more."

I remembered something, pushed Oda's chest, jumped off him, and staggered when he landed.

I gritted my teeth to resist the pain in my legs, picked up a pistol from the ground, and pointed at the besiegers lying alive on the ground one by one.

In their terrified and pleading eyes, they pulled the trigger without hesitation.

"Bang bang bang bang bang-"

The smell of blood became stronger.

I dropped the gun, stood where I was, and looked helplessly at Oda who was watching all this silently.

He said softly, "I can't walk anymore...Mr. Oda."

He looked at me, then at the corpse next to him, and said nothing.

Then he walked towards me step by step and stretched out his arms to me.

Oda picked me up like before.

His heartbeat was steady, and his body smelled of curry rice—probably because he had just come out of a western restaurant. It was very fragrant and made me feel even hungrier.

I put my hands around the back of his neck, pulled out his brown-red hair, and asked tentatively, "Have you eaten yet? Am I disturbing you too much?"

"I just ate it," he said, "but I can make it for you when I get back... Don't mess around, Qiu, or I won't put chili peppers for dinner."

"Oh..." I had to put my hand down.

Thinking back to the life of worrying about life and death every moment these days, I couldn't hold back the desire to complain, and complained to Oda angrily: "Those people are really annoying. Don't let people eat well, don't let people sleep well, Don’t let people go to the mall to buy things. Anyway, it’s annoying.”

"Well, it's annoying." Oda agreed.

"If you want me to die, come and kill me openly if you have the ability. What is it like to sneak around and find a killer?" The more I thought about it, the more I felt wronged. Obviously, I haven't provoked them—you said, is it plausible?"

"Well, it's outrageous." Oda continued to echo.

"Wait until I kill them all, and see who dares to take my order." I muttered in a low voice while lying on top of him.

"..." Oda didn't speak this time.

"Mafia's Ghost Assassin, is that a cool nickname?"

"Cool. Did you make it yourself?"

"No, I once went to find out how much they paid for my life, and I happened to hear it."

"That's it."

"Mr. Oda, I haven't eaten super spicy curry rice for a long time."

"Ah."

"IM so tired."

"Take a nap after eating."

"Someone might come and kill me."

Oda paused.

"Then come to my room and sleep."

There is a relaxing magic in Mr. Oda Sakunosuke, a former top killer and now a low-level gangster in the mafia.

I chatted with Oda all the way, and we arrived at his house before we knew it.