How I was forced to be a boss

Following the girl's strength and following behind her, Osamu Dazai's eyes fell on the wrist being held.

The unique temperature that belongs to the human body is transmitted along the touching place.

He moved his fingers.

"Lingyang, where are you going?"

"special place."

Fireflies live where there is water.

I originally planned to find a clear spring in the mountains...or a small puddle.

After something like this happened, I might have temporarily lost sight of places like the woods.

It’s not about falling into crisis or the death of that person, but the presentation of Dostoevsky’s psychology and sinful analysis in reality really disgusts me.

It's hard to say if I've been affected.

For me, the historical Dostoyevsky was a psychologist, a 'cruel genius', I was obsessed with this person for a long time, it's better to say that until now I'm also worried about 'crime and Punishment' and shocked.

That is a cruel and cruel man, both for his characters and his readers.

But, now, in a whole new world, Mr. Fyodor Mikhailovich, who lived at the same time as me, was a man who would permeate this cruelty and cruelty into reality.

Even so, even with a superficial understanding of this matter, I still don't want to make a decision so easily.

Want to meet this person, want to communicate with him, want to touch his soul.

This idea has never been stronger than it is now.

If you have to ask—probably the fan filter you can't get rid of.

I sigh in my heart.

"Is this a fan?" It was really scary.

I laughed at myself.

"what?"

I turned around and smiled, "Nothing."

Then he took Osamu Dazai and opened the door of the hot spring.

"By the hot spring?" Osamu Dazai looked around in surprise.

"Are there fireflies in this kind of place?"

"Of course not under normal circumstances." I answered him while groping for something on my body.

"Ah! Found it!"

I raised the thing in my hand and waved to him happily.

"Blank paper?"

"That's right!"

There are no natural fireflies to see here.

I hesitated, bit my finger, and then drew the spell on the white paper that I had seen in a pile of books.

This is the case with poor academic skills. When you need to use it, you don't know what kind of substitute to look for, and you don't know how to draw freehand like high-end players.

A stroke was made, although it was crooked, but seeing the layer of white light emitting from it, I nodded in satisfaction.

Dazai looked at the unremarkable piece of paper in surprise, "This is?"

I smiled mysteriously, "It's the result of my secret tutoring."

Then he clamped it with two fingers, held it upright in front of him, and blew lightly.

A gentle wind caressed my ears, bringing my hair to flutter forward together.

The patterned paper is like a dandelion being carried by the wind, turning into a little light and flying in the direction of the wind.

Then it circled around in a small space, and finally fell to the ground and disappeared.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew up.

Countless sparkling fireflies and stars danced from the water's edge, and drifted towards the sky with the sudden wind.

I smiled and stroked my wind-blown hair, "I will do what I say."

In Dazai Osamu's silent iris eyes, the magnificent scene like the countercurrent of the galaxy was clearly reflected.

The maintenance personnel quickly discovered the situation on the mountain, and by the next afternoon, everyone could leave here.

For various reasons, in the end everyone planned to leave together in the bus sent by the government.

"Lan and I will stay here and wait for the police to investigate everything before leaving." Kudo Shinichi said goodbye to us standing in front of the hotel.

"I'm sorry to trouble you." I thanked him earnestly.

Because of their status, Mr. Sawada and Osamu Dazai were not able to make a statement, so in the end only this poor high school student did it.

But he seems to be familiar with this process, and the mental state of several prisoners is not very good, and almost all of them confessed, so I can leave with peace of mind.

The scene of everyone standing at the gate and besieging the city reminded me of the time when I first came here.

So he smiled knowingly, "Obviously only a short period of time has passed, but the scene when we first met seems to be far away."

Hearing this, Kudo Shinichi was also in a daze.

So much has happened in such a short period of time.

Those things, even now in retrospect, still make him full of horror.

as well as--

He looked at the girl with a complicated expression, and the scene in the summoning formation seemed to appear in front of his eyes.

This person can't really be some kind of god...

"Well, do you want to exchange contact numbers?" I raised my mobile phone.

"Can you?" Molly asked happily.

"I want it too!" Sonoko Suzuki raised his hand.

"no problem."

After exchanging contact information with several people, I heard Osamu Dazai calling me.

"Ling Yang, this way!"

He leaned half his body out of the car window and waved vigorously.

I don't know when I went there.

I turned around and smiled apologetically at them, "Then, see you next time, Xiaolan, Sonoko, and Kudo."

"Then, let's leave first."

Tsunayoshi Sawada nodded politely.

"Mr. Sawada!" Kudo Shinichi called to Sawada Tsunayoshi who was about to leave.

"what happened?"

"Hey, who the hell is that? You've been calling me teacher or something."

Sawada Tsunayoshi glanced at him in surprise, then blinked slyly, "It's a writer whose pen name is Takenishi."

Zhuxi...

Kudo Shinichi murmured in his heart as he watched Tsunayoshi Sawada leave.

Suddenly, his eyes widened sharply, and he looked at the figure of the girl reflected in the car window.

"It turned out to be that one!!"

"So you have planned everything when you were in the study?" Takeshi Yamamoto asked curiously.

Sitting in the car, the few of us chatted.

I pondered for a moment, and replied: "Actually, you can't say that."

At first, it was just because I felt Mrs. Mio had overreacted to Osamu Dazai's words.

So I simply tried it out.

At that time, I was only vaguely aware that someone seemed to be malicious towards me, but I didn't know who it was until Mrs. Mio brought me the soup with medicine.

Mrs. Mitsuo does not have enough factors to attack me. In this case, it is very obvious who is targeting me and who is malicious towards me.

Only Hoigawa can use Mrs. Mio to do things for him through some things about the deceased. I can't grasp all the incidents as clearly as Mr. Ranpo, but I can still do things like just come to a conclusion of.

But I don't know why he did it.

For reasons such as wanting to find out the truth of the incident, I still decided to push the boat along.

"So, what did you do at that time to make Mrs. Mitsuo make such a choice?" Osamu Dazai tilted his head and looked at me.

I seriously explained to him, "It's language."

"Use vague language to infer the general scope of her thoughts based on her reaction, and then deepen the impression of a specific thing through repetition," I sorted out my previous thoughts bit by bit, "and then psychologically and The other party forms a resonance and lowers the psychological defense line."

I recalled Mrs. Sanwei’s state when she met me before, “At that time, Mrs. Sanwei’s mental state was not very good because she killed someone, and the psychological torture forced her to eagerly want to transfer her guilt. "

"So I gave her a reason that met her psychological expectations." I said honestly.

After that, Mrs. Mio really followed Hoigawa, and after hearing the truth, the whole person collapsed.

Tsunayoshi Sawada and the others did not speak.

Only Reborn pushed his hat with his hands.

Osamu Dazai held my hand excitedly, his eyes seemed to be twinkling like stars, "...So that's how it is!"

"That's amazing, Ling Yang!"

"However, it's still too dangerous for you to do this." After calming down his violent heartbeat just now, Tsunayoshi Sawada smiled and said.

"It's okay, I'll be fine."

I thought of the wine on the hot spring and the wind blowing, and the corners of my mouth raised uncontrollably.

"Are you so confident, Ling Yang?"

Tilting my head and blinking, "Because Aji gave me the antidote, um, although it turned out to be a non-lethal sleeping pill in the end, and..." I took out a small tracker from my pocket and shook it in front of him For a moment, "Azhi will always come to my side, right?"

He lowered his head and carefully put this little thing away, "This is an incredible amulet..."

"...Ling Yang."

"Ok?"

Confused look up.

Osamu Dazai raised his hand and pulled me into his arms. The wide coat covered me completely, and the slight body temperature passed through his thin shirt.

"Well……?"

"Are you scared?" He let go of me with a smile, his tail sounded lightly.

"To be honest, it was really scary."

Looking at the atmosphere over there, Reborn let out a voice of emotion, "Yeah, this is youth~"

Sawada Tsunayoshi immediately covered Reborn's mouth with his hand, and smiled embarrassingly.

The combination of these two people is such a terrifying youth, it's better not to!He was a little bit devastated.

"Lingyang? What's in your hand?"

It wasn't until Osamu Dazai brought it up that I discovered the not-so-large fox-like pattern on the back of my hand.

"Has this been there before?"

This matter is also very complicated to say, I raised my hand and stroked the pattern, "It's a gift."

"Speaking of which, teacher, we came here this time because we received news that someone might be against you."

Sawada Tsunayoshi looked solemn.

"The writer Zhuxi is the 'lock' of Hong Kong gangsters, the real behind-the-scenes manipulator of Hong Kong gangsters, and this is also a weakness. I am afraid that many forces who are staring at Hong Kong gangsters have received news about the people who manipulated this matter—"

"I already know."

Turning my head to look at the flying scenery outside the car window, my face reflected in the transparent car window was unexpectedly calm.

When I turned my head again, I put on a smile again.

"I'll fix this."

The bus was bumping, and the people in the car didn't speak any more.

Osamu Dazai stretched out his hand to run along the hair of the sleeping girl lying on his lap, and covered her with his coat.

The girl's face was pale, and her eyes were still black and blue. Even when she was asleep, her lips were tightly pressed together, with no blood at all.

"It looks like a lot of hard work, Ling Yang."

The author has something to say: 1 So in fact, Dazai's preparation is very sufficient

2 Yokohama came about because it was useful

3. The main text may not be able to determine the cp. It should be more important for all members to survive at the time of life and death.

And now many people's feelings are more complicated

感谢在2020-06-0308:14:17~2020-06-0405:41:53期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who cast the mine: 33045904, 1 bit by bit;

感谢灌溉营养液的小天使：白兔非兔120瓶；魔法少女☆太宰酱25瓶；阿玄20瓶；ink2瓶；祁柒、秋水无尘1瓶；

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!