Canary of the gods

In a different time and space, a temple cultivator who was being talked about sneezed several times in a row.

Osamu Dazai looked up at him and asked, "Have you caught a cold?"

"Impossible." A temple monk said categorically, "I have never been sick since I was born." He can recover quickly even if his arm is broken, so what is a mere illness?

However, what one temple cultivator forgot is that even if he is seriously injured, he can recover quickly, and that is when he has supernatural powers.Now, he is just an "ordinary person" who has a small cut made by a scalpel and needs to be disinfected and wrapped in bandages—although bandages are just an outbreak of Osamu Dazai's bad taste, there is actually no need for that.

That night, a dramatic scene happened.A monk who claimed to never get sick in broad daylight caught a cold and developed a high fever in the middle of the night.

The reason was that he was obsessed with watching TV, and forgot to dry his hair after taking a shower, and he didn't close the window, so his wet head was exposed to the night wind for more than half an hour.

He felt a little uncomfortable before going to bed, but he had never been sick, so he didn't realize the problem of "sickness", he just thought he was sleepy.After supporting for a while, he was really sleepy, so he turned off the TV and went to sleep.As a result, when I fell asleep, my body became hot.

His high fever was fierce, as if it was going to attack his 22 years of illness from birth to the present at the same time.

A monk who has never experienced such a weak state is very uncomfortable.

He lay on the bed, his throat so dry that it seemed to be smoking.He wanted to pour himself a glass of water, but he didn't even have the strength to stand up.

After realizing this problem, he even began to doubt his life - would he be so weak without supernatural powers?

In fact, it is not certain whether he can survive without the supernatural power.

He was a premature baby, and in addition, he encountered dystocia when he was born. When he was just born, his crying was not as loud as that of a kitten.Few of the doctors and nurses who delivered him at that time thought he would survive.

Over the years, under the influence of supernatural powers, his body has become better and better. He can even swing a lion and tiger weighing hundreds of catties without any external force.But what I didn't expect was that once he lost his supernatural ability, he would be out of control when he got sick, which directly exposed his original physical problems.

It stands to reason that he has been exercising a lot these years and eating a healthy diet, so he should be in pretty good health. How could he be so sick that he can't even get out of bed?

A temple cultivator couldn't figure it out, and his head felt dizzy and hurt, so he simply put all his thoughts aside and left them alone.

My muscles are sore and my body is weak, my head is so hot, but my body feels cold.He turned over in a daze, curled himself up, and hid himself in the bed.He didn't know if it was a psychological effect, but he felt that this did relieve some of his discomfort.

This night he slept particularly restlessly, waking up twice in the middle.

The first time he realized that he was sick and had a fever, but not long after he woke up, he fell asleep again.

The second time was when he felt something icy and cool sticking to his hot face. He felt very comfortable, so he unconsciously leaned over and rubbed it twice.After that, he didn't have much memory.

At two o'clock in the morning, the office of the head of the Hong Kong and Black Building was still lit.

Since Osamu Dazai took the position of leader, it is very common to work all night.For four years, he had hardly had a good night's sleep.

That night, he was working in the office as usual, and the content was related to the Italian Mafia.

Although he and Bai Lan had a pleasant cooperation, it didn't mean that they were allies whose interests were tied together.

He and Bai Lan just made a deal, he provided Bai Lan with the answer that the other party wanted to know, and Bai Lan cooperated with him to complete part of the plan.

While trading, they are also very defensive against each other.Because they know that the other party may stab them in the back at any time.

So after the transaction was over, Bai Lan left Dazai Osamu's sphere of influence early. Apart from not wanting to confront Ichijiu, the most important thing was that he was worried that this partner would catch him off guard.Or while he was still in Yokohama, sneak around to his back, and set fire to his back garden in Italy.

Of course, if Bai Lan dared to come to the port mafia alone, he would definitely not be unprepared.Having the memory of parallel time and space is his greatest reliance and advantage.Before he came to Yokohama, he collected relevant information on the lower port mafia through parallel time and space, compiled it into a book, and handed it to the guardian of the fog, wolf poison, who is most convenient for infiltrating work.If the port mafia dared to do something, all their information would be submitted to the government's desk in the next second.

They all knew that the other party had back-hands, and under the restraint of each other, this transaction was successfully completed, and there was no unhappiness.

However, this does not prevent them from secretly making trouble for each other afterwards.

Just like Osamu Dazai, he is now contacting Bailan's deadly enemy, Pengo Lie.

Why did he insist on finding fault with Bai Lan who was half a world away?It's not because he's too free, but because Bai Lan's plan will definitely affect Dazai's layout.Therefore, he absolutely cannot let this guy succeed.

The work came to an end for the time being, Osamu Dazai rubbed his temples that throbbed due to lack of sleep.

His 24-hour personal secretary, Yin, approached quietly like a shadow and brought him a cup of steaming black coffee.

Osamu Dazai handed her the document in his hand and gave her some instructions.

Yin bowed and retreated holding the document, and went to arrange the things he explained.

He was the only one left in the chief's office.

Osamu Dazai rested his head on one hand, closed his eyes and thought about the next work.

But at this moment, for some unknown reason, the face of a monk suddenly flashed in his mind.

What is he doing?

At this time, there is no doubt that he should be asleep, right?

After such thoughts arose, he temporarily put aside the work that he was not in a hurry to deal with, and took out a pair of headphones from the drawer.

After putting it on, he heard heavy and short breathing from the opposite side, as well as one or two coughs from time to time.

This is……

I got sick?

He felt a little miraculous.

Obviously a certain guy said that he "never got sick" in a casual way during the day, but who would have thought that he would come out like this at night and be slapped in the face.

He took off the earphones, folded his hands, put them under his chin, and sat with his eyes closed for a while.

After that, in the chief's office, which was so silent that one could hear a needle drop on the ground, a soft sigh suddenly sounded.

Not long after, Dazai Osamu, escorted by his subordinates, came to the current residence of a temple.

Although he doesn't have a key, his unique skill of unlocking the lock with one hand will never let him fall into the embarrassment of being unable to enter the house when he is at the door.

The room was pitch black, and the subordinate was about to turn on the light, but was stopped by Osamu Dazai.

His eyes had adapted to the darkness, and he arrived at a temple repair room smoothly.

The quilt on the bed was wrapped into a ball, only two locks of hair were exposed.

Osamu Dazai walked to the bed, lifted a corner of the quilt covering the opponent's head, took off his gloves, and reached out to check his body temperature.

As expected, the temperature under his palm was scalding hot, which made him suspect that an egg could be fried on it now.

Osamu Dazai was about to call the doctor who was waiting outside to come in, but the head of the man under his hand suddenly moved, and when his hand was about to be withdrawn, he came over and rubbed against it.

"..."

Osamu Dazai inexplicably remembered the posture and aura of Jijiu Ichijo when he dodged bullets and killed enemies the day he just arrived in this world.Like a big cat hunting on the prairie, it is powerful, agile and full of wildness. The body stretched out in action is smooth and graceful, which is very pleasing to the eye.

But such a person, who fell ill at night, was like a clingy kitten, grabbing his hand and obediently coming to rub him gently.

Oh, it's so cute.

For a moment, he didn't even want to call the doctor in.

Wouldn't it be nice to be so sick and cling to him and act like a baby?

His hand went down, and his fingertips followed the other's face all the way to the bandaged neck.Different from the touch of the skin, the bandage is rough to the touch, which is also what Osamu Dazai is most familiar with.

The bandage was wrapped around the opponent's neck, and at first glance, it looked a bit like a collar.

Osamu Dazai's fingers rubbed against the bandage for a long time, the exposed right eye couldn't see a gleam of light, it was so dark and deep like a whirlpool that could suck in everything around it.

Beautiful and fragile things often easily arouse some people's desire for protection, but they can also arouse some people's desire for destruction.

Before he knew it, Osamu Dazai's hand grabbed a temple's neck.

The other party is in a coma of unconsciousness due to a high fever at the moment, even if he moves his hand now, it is unlikely that the other party can wake up and resist.

His hand was attached to the neck of a monk, and gradually tightened.He also increased his strength while observing the condition of a temple cultivator.

There was a faint expectation in his heart. He actually hoped that the other party would wake up when he suddenly sensed the danger.

"I can wring your arm off before you shoot."

No, he doesn't need you to break his arm, you just need to break his neck.

He is very tired.

He wants to rest.

But he couldn't rest now, so he had a hidden longing, hoping that this beautiful big cat would end everything for him.Then he will use his own death to put a collar on the cat, bind the cat in this time and space, and protect the world for him.

Even so...

It was just too cruel for this equally lonely big cat.

Seeing the other party's breathing getting shorter and shorter, and his brows furrowed because of discomfort, Osamu Dazai's constantly tightening hands stopped suddenly.

At this time, he heard a very soft whisper: "Dazai..."

"..."

Osamu Dazai let go of his hand, and the gloom in his eyes instantly disappeared.

He poked the soft face of the other party with some depression, and couldn't help sighing.

Alas, acting like a baby is really a foul.