All fell

Sakura looked suspiciously at the transparent yellow space that surrounded the factory.

"What is this?" She jumped off the stone, walked to the transparent yellow film-like thing, and touched it with her hand.

The existence of this space completely isolates the factory from the outside world.

What happened inside?

Sakura thought about it, tried to take a bite of this energy body, before taking two more bites, the transparent space suddenly disappeared.

Sakura went in and saw the long-haired man he had seen lying on the ground, he was dying, and the orange-haired boy was standing beside him, watching the long-haired man with a complicated expression.

"Miss, come and rescue me—" came a weak voice, and Osamu Dazai was stuck in a pile of rubble, only his furry head was exposed.

Sakura blinked her cat's eyes: "Why is Mr. Dazai buried in stone?"

"The wall suddenly collapsed, it collapsed." The black-haired boy shook his head and complained dissatisfiedly, "I was fighting, and I don't know what happened, but Lantang's supernatural power space suddenly exploded, the quality is really bad .”

I don't know if I'm talking about the quality of the wall or the quality of the space with different abilities.

The little girl snorted, feeling a little guilty.

Could it be because she gnawed on the transparent yellow film...

"Miss, what are you thinking?" Osamu Dazai narrowed his eyes.

"It's nothing." Sakura reached out to move the broken wall stones away, and Osamu Dazai came out from the pile of rubble.

"Ahem, it's really heavy." After shaking off the dust, he coughed twice.

Sakura saw that he was alive and kicking, and there was no blood on his body, obviously he was not injured.

And the next step is to settle everything with Lan Tang, the man behind the scenes.

Sakura held her face in her hands, and sat on the ground bored, thinking about the snacks that were temporarily left outside.

But even though she wasn't interested in listening, Sakura couldn't help but hear about the general situation.

The former leader of Hong Kong and Black was resurrected because of his supernatural power. As long as he is in his space, the corpse can also be manipulated.And Lan Tang did all this to find out Huangba.

Huangbatu was originally in a laboratory, but because of Lantang's actions, Huangbatu was born in the human world.

Under Lantang's gaze, Zhong Yuanzhong also took a deep breath, and calmly said: "Ah, that's right, I'm Huangba vomiting."

Sakura suddenly opened her eyes slightly.

In this case, wouldn't Lan Tang be regarded as Chuya's father?

"Chuya, you are not Huangba spit itself, but the human who made the Huangba spit container."

Lan Tang's voice was very low, his life was passing irreversibly.

"You are powerful not because you have the power of the Rage God, but because you are human."

Zhong Yuanzhong also turned sideways: "Thank you."

Yingli stood up and ran to him in small steps. She felt that his greed and fear were completely satisfied at this moment.

Lan Tang, or should be called Lan Bo, blinked his eyes hard, and said slowly: "Thank you, miss."

"You're welcome." Sakura responded with a rare thank you.

"It's so warm, not cold at all." Lan Tang smiled, closed his eyes, and stopped breathing.

When leaving the factory, because of this truth, Zhong Yuanzhong also seemed to be in a low mood.

Yingli poked at his thin waist, and before he had poked twice, he was grabbed.

"What's wrong?" Nakahara Chuya asked.

Sakura thought for a while, her small face was full of seriousness: "Chuya, he was very happy before he died, and his wish has been fulfilled."

The orange-haired boy was taken aback, his clear blue eyes were filled with tears and laughter.

"I see." He rubbed the little girl's head. Xueyin's hair was very soft and easy to touch. He felt a sense of satisfaction in his heart, "Thank you for your comfort."

Sakura tilted her head.

She wasn't consoling, she was just telling the truth.

Rushing over to pick up the big bag full of snacks, Sakura unpacked a bag of potato chips and ate them, her round water-blue eyes narrowed like cats.

Delicious.

"You can't eat too much of this." Seeing the speed at which the little girl wiped out the potato chips was a bit frightening, Zhong Yuanzhong had no choice but to try to stop it.

Sakura clicked and chewed the potato chips in her mouth: "Mmm."

"Hey, don't pretend you don't understand!" The orange-haired boy raised his eyebrows.

Reluctantly, Sakura put up an index finger on the side of her cheek: "One pack, the last one."

"Save some stomach," Nakahara Zhong also sighed when facing the watery light blue cat pupils, "I have to have dinner later."

Sakura looked at him in confusion, did she automatically think that she was going to take her to dinner?

Now you don't need to touch porcelain?

While thinking, the little girl ate a new bag of red wine steak flavored potato chips without any delay.

"Hey, Miss, don't follow the little dwarf, do you want to go back to Hong Kong with me?" Osamu Dazai approached with a smile, and took the last piece of potato chips from her hand in one gulp.

Sakura: "..."

"Huh?" Before Dazai could roll the potato chips into his mouth with his tongue, he saw the little girl staring straight at him.

At this moment, Osamu Dazai saw a flash of subtle possessive desire in those clear and shallow water blue eyes.

The discovery made him almost tremble.

Osamu Dazai didn't know where this inexplicable tremor came from.

And Sakura had already pressed her face, and snapped off the potato chips he was holding in her mouth.

"You..." Osamu Dazai couldn't help touching the cheek that was sprayed by the little girl's breath just now, his kite-colored pupils slightly widened.

"?" Sakura was still drinking Coke as if nothing had happened, and noticed Osamu Dazai's gaze, she tilted her head to look over.

Dazai laughed.

"Miss," he ruffles the little girl's hair in a vengeful manner, "don't you even give me a piece of potato chips? Are you too stingy?"

Sakura pouted slightly, with a very serious and delicate face: "No."

Food is not distributed to others, unless it is the owner of the food.

Especially for this kind of person who snatches food from her, Sakura will not be willing to share her food.

"Oh, the little lady really hurt my heart. Ah, my heart is about to break. I only hope that if I die, the little lady can remember me forever."

Osamu Dazai exaggeratedly clutched his chest and began to possess the playfulness, his tone was sad and painful. If it wasn't for the smile on his face, there might be girls who would be fooled.

After drinking the Coke, Sakura stood up and touched his head on tiptoe.

Osamu Dazai bowed his head obediently for her to touch.

"Don't worry," Sakura said calmly, with a soft voice, "I will remember you."

Then, she rubbed Dazai Osamu's hairy head into a mess, and the already fluffy black hair was about to explode.

Before Osamu Dazai had time to be moved, he was tricked.

Zhong Yuan, who just went to make a phone call, looked at the two people with messy hair inexplicably, and was speechless: "What did you guys do, did the suicidal bastard bully you again?"

Sakura shook her head: "Go eat, Chuya."

"Miss--" Osamu Dazai looked like an abandoned wife, dragging out the ending in a mournful tone.

Zhong Yuanzhong also shivered, and his goosebumps almost rose: "What do you mean by using that voice, bastard!"

Sakura: "Mr. Dazai, goodbye." She already waved her hand very consciously.

Dazai Osamu: "..."

"I don't." He squeezed between the two of them, resting his head on the little girl's shoulder, pulling his voice lazily, "I don't want to leave the little lady."

Sakura: "...Mr. Dazai, you have changed." You have become like sticky cotton candy.

No, if you think of cotton candy, you can think of that Brandon Jesso, so don't think about it.

Forget about marshmallows or something.

"Hey, Miss, don't think about others at this time." The large Osamu Dazai pendant whispered in her ear like a baby.

Sakura: "..." So sharp.

"Don't stick to her!" Nakahara Nakahara pulled Osamu Dazai off angrily, "Go and eat the food yourself!"

In the end, Osamu Dazai still couldn't get a meal.

Of course, it wasn't because of Zhongye's repulsion from the Central Plains, but because of a call from Hong Kong gangsters.

After eating, Sakura took a sip of a complimentary drink in the store, while Nakahara Nakaya looked at her, as if thinking about something.

"You..." He paused and clicked his tongue, "Are you going back to Radium Bowl Street later?"

The little girl biting her straw raised her eyes slowly, taking a panoramic view of the orange-haired boy's tangled expression.

"Go." Sakura said.

Nakahara Chuya's body seemed to relax a bit: "Then follow me back to the sheep?"

"Don't go."

Zhong Yuanzhong also frowned: "Hello..."

The little girl shook her head and let go of the straw: "Chuya, I didn't join the 'sheep', what I accepted was only your protection."

Zhong Yuanzhong was also stunned for a while.

"I understand," he finally said, with calm and firm eyes in his blue eyes, "don't worry, I will protect you."

Sakura blinked her cat's eyes.

"But—" Zhong Yuan Zhong also suddenly stood up and knocked on the top of her head.

"You guy, don't just go to places where others can't find you."

Zhongyuan Zhong may not have the mind of Osamu Dazai, but it doesn't mean he is stupid.

Sakura appeared inexplicably, disappeared inexplicably, and came back very suddenly, and she didn't look like she had been forcibly held hostage.

No matter what, Zhongyuan Zhong could understand that the previous disappearance, Yingli herself knew the inside story, and it was also out of her own will.

"Hmm... Has Nakaya been looking for me for a long time?" Sakura asked curiously, she finished her drink and folded her hands on the table, looking upright and obedient like a primary school student.

"It didn't take long..." That's the extent that Yokohama was almost searched.

Sakura looked at him, her water-colored round eyes were as clear as jewels.

"Let's go after eating." Zhong Yuanzhong also rubbed her head, and after paying the bill, the two left the restaurant.

"If you don't go to the sheep, where are you going next?" Zhongyuan Zhong also looked at the sky, it was already dark, "I'll take you there."

Yokohama at night is several times more dangerous than during the day.

But the little girl refused.

"Chuya, you go back first." Yingli looked at him, her eyes were clean, but she seemed to understand everything, "The sheep should be making trouble now."

Zhong Yuan was also silent for a while: "Whatever, it doesn't matter if you go back later."

"Chuya." Sakura stared at him with a slumped face.

The little girl didn't intend to let him stay, so Zhongyuan Zhong also clicked his tongue softly, putting his hands in his pockets: "Okay, then I'll go back to Leibo Street first, and come to 'Yang' to find me if I need anything."

"Yeah." Sakura agreed.

The night was getting darker and the lights were getting brighter. Sakura sat alone on the bench with a troubled look on her little face.

She asked Nakahara Nakaya to go back mainly because she didn't want to go to the sheep. After all, she didn't like the atmosphere there very much. It was full of greed and fear of dependence and use, and it was not a beautiful thing.

But she couldn't go to the clinic either, Sakura pursed her lips when she thought of waking up that morning and bumping into the owner of the clinic coming back.

The expression of that white coat... so strange.

Hmm... How about taking another look?

"Huh." The little girl lay on the public bench, and after a while, tried to roll with a blank face.

But the bench is very narrow, and you can't finish it with one roll.

"Are you okay?" A calm voice came from above.

Sakura paused for a moment, turned her face slowly, and looked up to see a man with short copper-colored hair.

He looks like a young man in his 20s, with unshaven stubble on his chin, wearing a light-colored windbreaker, and his gaze and expression are very flat.

Sakura blinked, her eyes gliding from his body all the way to the bag he was carrying.

"It's okay." Sakura sniffed, identifying the scent in the bag, and whispered.

Oda Sakunosuke was silent for a moment, thinking she was crying, the whole person couldn't help falling into a deadlock.

What to do next?He is really inexperienced, and looking back at his past experience, there is nothing that can help him now.

While Oda Sakunosuke was still thinking, he suddenly felt the hem of his clothes being pulled.

Just as he lowered his head, a small head with snow-silver hair bumped straight into his arms, and now, those cat eyes, as clear and clear as lake water, were staring at him without blinking.

Like a cat boldly and cautiously observing human reactions.

Oda Sakunosuke also looked down at her for a while, but didn't speak, people who didn't know thought he was in a daze.

After a while, the young man seemed to come to his senses, his expression still calm: "What does this mean?"

The little girl quickly replied: "Pengci."

A hint of confusion flashed across Oda Sakunosuke's cobalt blue eyes: "...Is it Pengci?"

"Yeah." Sakura nodded seriously, "Now, you have been touched by me. Tonight, you must be responsible to me."

The very easily misunderstood words were said by the little girl, but after thinking about it, Oda Sakunosuke returned the same serious expression.

"I see," he said.

There is already a solution.

So, Oda Sakunosuke, who came home late because of overtime work, accidentally picked up a cat with snow-silver hair and water-blue eyes on the road, and brought her back to his residence.

"This is Mr. Oda's house?" After entering the door, Sakura blinked and said politely, "Excuse me."

"Sorry, there are no other people's shoes at home." Oda Sakunosuke put a pair of men's slippers at Sakurari's feet.

Sakura took off her shoes, stuffed her feet loosely into the slippers, and sat on the chair in the living room, slightly shaking the slippers that were much bigger for her hanging on her feet.

"I'll go and see if there's anything else to eat in the kitchen." Oda Sakunosuke put down the bag in his hand, "If you're bored, you can look around."

He paused, "Although there is nothing to see."

Sakura obediently responded, wandering around curiously.

This residence is not big, probably because I live alone.Sakura walked around the house stepping on big slippers, and finally found that Oda Sakunosuke was not lying.

This is indeed a tidy and boring residence, even to the point of being deserted, except for daily necessities, there are no personal belongings related to personal hobbies.

"Oda Sakunosuke." Sakura called him, and ran to the kitchen.On the way, the two exchanged names.

Oda Sakunosuke was opening the refrigerator to look at the food stored in it. Hearing Sakura's voice, he turned his head to look at the door, and the little girl had rushed in like a gust of wind.

"Mr. Oda," after entering, she changed her name to honorifics, tugged at the hem of the young man's clothes, her little face was full of doubts, "don't you have anything you like?"

"Like...?" Although he didn't understand why Sakura asked this suddenly, Odasaku still answered seriously, "Yes."

"What is it?" Sakura blinked.

"Curry." Oda Sakunosuke looked inside the refrigerator again, "Sorry, there seems to be nothing to eat, do you want noodles?"

Sakura didn't hesitate: "Eat."

So it didn't take long for Yingli to get a serving of steaming noodles with two eggs inside.

"Mr. Oda, won't you eat?" Sakura sat at the table, holding both sides of the bowl with both hands, tilting her head to look at Sakunosuke Oda.

"I bought this when I got home for dinner." Oda Sakunosuke opened the bag he brought home, revealing a box of curry inside.

After warming up in the microwave, the curry has a tantalizing aroma.

"Curry... is it delicious?" The little girl's eyes sparkled.

Oda Sakunosuke thought about it, dug some with a new spoon, and handed it to Sakura.

"It's very spicy," he said, "be careful."

Sakurari bit the spoon, and the spicy taste of the curry exploded in her mouth instantly.

"Oh!" Yingli stared at the cat's eyes suddenly, and the circles of her eyes turned red.

"It's so spicy." The little girl's Shui Lan eyes were filled with water vapor, and she began to stick out her tongue.

Oda Sakunosuke was taken aback, got up and went to the kitchen.

When Yingli was looking for water, he came back soon, and a glass of poured milk was placed by Yingli's hand.

"Drink this to relieve the spicy heat." Oda Sakunosuke said.

The little girl picked up the milk and drank a few gulps, finally heaving a sigh of relief.

"It's really spicy." She said with lingering fear, her voice was soft and aggrieved.

"Sorry..." Oda Sakunosuke apologized a little, as expected, this level of spiciness was too much for others.

However, before he finished speaking, the little girl's next words interrupted his train of thought.

"Can I have another bite?" Sakura lay on the table, staring at the curry left on Oda Sakunosuke's plate.

Oda Sakunosuke reacted slowly for a while: "But, isn't it too spicy?"

"It's very spicy, but the hotter it is, the more I want to take another bite." Sakura explained seriously.

"So that's the case." Oda Sakunosuke quickly accepted the reason, "Then do you want to eat again?"

"Hmm." The little girl nodded.

After the dinner was over, the little girl sat on the chair in the opposite direction, resting her head on the back of the chair, blinking her cat eyes and watching the young man with red copper hair clean up the dishes in the kitchen.

Oda Sakunosuke instinctively thought that the little girl hadn't had dinner before, so he didn't question Sakura's appetite.

Kind of like having a cat.While cleaning the kitchen, Oda Sakunosuke took the time to look at the living room and thought.

"There is no spare room at home. If you don't mind, I can only trouble you to stay in my room first." After finishing the dishes, Oda Sakunosuke said to Sakura.

Yingli opened her eyes slightly: "Let me live in your house?"

Oda Sakunosuke nodded, with no expression on his face, and his voice was calm: "You said that I will be responsible for you tonight."

Yingli suddenly realized: "It turns out to be like this."

The two facial paralyzed people quickly and successfully completed an exchange. Oda Sakunosuke went to the bedroom to arrange the new bedding, and Sakura looked curiously at the new location.

"Does Oda-san like reading?" Sakura found the book on the desk.

"Probably." The young man had already replaced the quilt with a new one, and walked to Yingli's side.

"But this book is missing a part." Sakura expressed doubts.

"So I want to finish writing it," Oda Sakunosuke paused, "If possible, I want to be a writer."

Sakura saw the soft light in his eyes, just like the greed in his heart, gentle and calm, like a star waiting to bloom brightly.

"Why don't you write it now?" Sakura's arm was pillowed under the side of her face, his shadow was reflected in her blue eyes, "If you do it now, you will do it soon."

The little girl was simply asking him this question, and Odasaku was silent for a while, realizing that he didn't want to avoid this question.

Maybe he wanted to tell someone too.

"My previous occupation...wasn't very good." He thought about his words, not wanting to scare the little girl.

"I think, if you can write someone else's life, you should be a good person."

And he had blood on his hands a long time ago.

A killer who has killed countless people is not qualified to pick up a pen and write a work.

Sakura watched him quietly, listened to his words, and didn't say "you can write a book even if you are not a good person".

"I will work part-time. I will give Mr. Oda a pen on his birthday." The little girl said suddenly.

Oda Sakunosuke was stunned for a moment: "This is not necessary..."

"Although Oda-san felt that he was not qualified to write books in the past, he is working hard for his future qualifications." Sakura said slowly.

Oda Sakunosuke stopped his words of rejection, and stared silently at the petite girl with silver hair.

The little girl slightly bent her cat eyes, her porcelain white face was full of trust.

"I believe that one day in the future, Mr. Oda must have obtained the qualification to write works through persistence and hard work, and he will not waste the pens given by others."

The young man with red copper hair, under the dim light of the desk lamp, his gray-blue eyes seem to have a very bright light flickering.

And he saw his serious expression in those clear cat eyes.

"It will surely live up to the trust," he said.

……

Early the next morning, Oda Sakunosuke, who had slept in the living room all night, went to work, while Sakurari started brushing his teeth in a daze.

"Noodles in the morning?" Oda Sakunosuke sighed, "Sorry, this is the only one left in the refrigerator."

Sakura had no objection.In fact, her bottom line for food is very low, and she only craves for food when she is free.

What's more, the noodles made by Oda Sakunosuke are not unpalatable.

The toothpaste was mint-flavored, very refreshing, Yingli brushed it, couldn't hold back a mouthful, shivered suddenly, and jumped like a rabbit in the bathroom.

"Are you okay?" Oda Sakunosuke knocked on the sliding door outside.

Yingli's small face was wrinkled into a ball: "This toothpaste is not delicious."

"I'm coming in." Odasaku opened the sliding door, looked at her toothbrush, hesitated, "Have you eaten toothpaste?"

"It's a bit sweet when you brush your teeth." Sakura replied honestly, "I've never used this brand of toothpaste before."

"So that's the case." Oda Saku patted her head, "But you can't eat toothpaste."

"Yeah." Sakura responded and began to rinse her mouth.Through past experience, she has long known that toothpaste is a magical object that tastes good when brushing her teeth, but is not good at all when swallowed.

It's just that she was a little confused when she woke up, so she couldn't help swallowing one.

While eating breakfast, Oda Sakunosuke said, "I'm going to work later, you can go wherever you want."

"What's Mr. Oda's job now?" Sakura slowly chewed a poached egg in the noodle soup, as if eating a pancake.

"Ah, I'm the mafia," Oda said after thinking for a while, "I'm currently working at the bottom of Hong Kong."

Sakura blinked her eyes: "Hong Kong black..."

It seems that after coming to Yokohama, I always hear this word.

After Oda Sakunosuke went to work, Sakura also left the house.

She is seriously thinking about whether Yokohama will employ child labor, after all, she promised to give gifts to others.

After being kicked out of several shops in a row, the little girl sat on the stone steps in a slightly dejected manner.

"Otherwise, let's touch porcelain." She rested her chin on her knees and exhaled expressionlessly.

"Alice-chan, Alice-chan!" An anxious voice came, and a decadent man in a white coat passed by the crowd.

"Alice~Where did you go?"

Sakura didn't care, she lowered her eyelashes and thought about matters related to Pengci.

In the case of Chuya, she has touched too many times, and now the other party seems to be willing to send her to her door. If she touches again, the little girl will feel a little bit sorry.

Dazai-san... well, forget it.

Who else is there?

"What are you thinking?" The crisp and sweet voice almost rang in her ears, full of curiosity.

Suddenly being so close, Sakura almost exploded in an instant.