[Comprehensive] Goat Song

According to Nakahara Chuya's own character, once he said that he wanted to kill the other party, he would kill the other party if he really said what he said.However, there are many mysteries hanging on Aiya Nakahara. These obvious mysteries turned the girl into a huge rough stone, waiting for people to find out whether it is a diamond or an ordinary stone hidden inside her.

Relying on the many mysteries in her body, Aiya Zhongyuan knew that the other party would not deal with her easily, so she flew up in waves.

Let me talk about [Puppet's Adventures] first, the effect of this supernatural ability is to combine the genes of two people into one, and then create a combination of genes, which can barely be called a 'offspring'.But after all, a person with supernatural abilities is also a human being, no matter how powerful the supernatural ability is, it is impossible to transcend common sense and create a living person out of thin air.

Moreover, Mori Ogai had seen the puppet created by this superpower a few years ago.There are very obvious traces of patchwork on their bodies, whether it is the eyes or the mouth, they basically copy the appearance of the gene provider.

Furthermore, the puppets' personalities are also very rigid. Whatever the maker initially set them to be, they will always be that way.Mumu, it doesn't look like Zhongyuan Aiya is so vivid.And just looking at this girl's appearance, she looks like an existence born after natural conception. [The Adventures of Dolls] can't do this.

If after the inspection, the results show that this girl is really related to them by blood.Then it can't be that Aiya Nakahara lied. In fact, Mr. Dazai or Mr. Nakaya in the parallel world is a woman, right?

With this dangerous thought in mind, Mori Ogai asked Shuanghei to lead Aiya Nakahara to the medical department for an examination.And the girl also changed her previous Pilipi anger, and obediently agreed.This made the young man squint at her, wondering what bad things this guy was planning.

But Zhongyuan Aiya is really obedient, even if a tube of blood is drawn by the medical department, she is as obedient as if she was just fed a candy.She watched the eyes when her blood was drawn out, and she didn't even watch a spider crawling over the dignified.

Sitting on the seat, the girl calmly pressed the needle hole where the blood was drawn with a cotton swab, blinked and looked at the other two teenagers who were also needled.

The teenager also had some irritability on his face, probably because he didn't accept this kind of situation very well, and because he didn't understand what Aiya Zhongyuan said, so he also had a lot of guesses in his heart.

On the contrary, the expression on Osamu Dazai's face seemed too innocent, he sat there with his shoulders slumped, and some thick needles were buried in his overly pale arms for drawing blood, and the drawn blood also looked too scarlet up.The iris-haired boy looked out of the window as if in a daze, but Aiya Nakahara, who was sitting by the window, could notice the exploration of her in his eyes.

Whether it's the big one or the young one, Osamu Dazai is someone who is good at hiding his emotions.His every expression is just right.Even the corners of his mouth were pursed obediently, making people feel that he was in a daze.But Nakahara Aiya has been with the 28-year-old Osamu Dazai face to face for eight years. Facing a young Dazai who is one size smaller, of course she can see the meaning of inquiry.

"What's the matter, Mr. Dazai?" The girl spoke to Osamu Dazai with a distant address.

Hearing her voice, the young Dazai shuddered as if he had just woken up, and then turned his head to look at her.

Too fake?Could the young father be a little more mindful? ?

Aiya Nakahara didn't know whether this person played herself like this on purpose or for some reason. Her doubts were mixed with the subconscious dislike of people close to her that could not be concealed, which was clearly seen in the subtle expressions.

So Osamu Dazai understood more than half of it.

There is no danger, and to be honest, there is no need to suspect that they are spies of other organizations. The other party has not spent any effort to deceive and prevent them.And it's true that it's true that it's acquaintance with him and the little man, but it's not 'connected by blood'... You can tell it's true by the way she looks when the blood is drawn.But the way she talks is fake, there are hints in her words.

It was as if she had asked about [Puppet's Adventures] first, and then changed her tone after knowing that the supernatural being had died.This existence named Zhongyuan Aiya was definitely not born out of love as Zhongyuan Chuya guessed.

It's more like the 'love' brought about by her 'birth'.

The young Dazai clearly knows what kind of person he is, and he doesn't think that if the world changes, he will have a big change.He had figured out a lot of things in such a short period of time, but looking at Nakahara Chuya's expression of silent distress, the boy Dazai who got the script had no intention of explaining his doubts at all.

If you don't watch the excitement, don't watch it for nothing. Besides, this is still Zhongye's joke.

The boy Dazai who thought this way never imagined that he, who was still happily flipping through the script at the moment, would become a character in the play a few hours later.

The three samples that were sent for inspection were flowed from the port mafia, so they worked overtime and got the results quickly.Along with the final report, there was also a thin piece of A4 paper, on which was written a paragraph of letters that did not flow smoothly at all, and the words were not correct.

Mori Ogai called three people who were swiping their phones in the lounge.Zhong Yuanzhong also pinched the result report with a similarity of 90.00%, and the irritable expression on his face disappeared in an instant.

"I see, and then." The orange-haired boy's reaction was extremely flat, and it seemed that no matter how big the storm was, he would have no more violent reaction.

What is more terrifying than being in a parallel world with your deadly enemy?

have.That is, they still have a child, and this child is still standing in front of him, even one year older than him.

The young man who looked down on life and death suddenly felt that he had reached a certain kind of sublimation in life.

Aiya Nakahara watched happily for a while, then lowered her head with peace of mind and began to decipher the garbled English.As soon as she read three or four words, she suddenly opened her eyes wide.

"What's wrong, Aiya-kun." Mori Ogai asked.

"This is a note from my acquaintance's prank...?" Nakahara Aiya explained the origin of the pile of garbled characters, and Osamu Dazai snorted softly, and then took the piece of paper away. "The reading method is to connect the first letter of each word first, then the third letter, and then the fourth. The order of interpretation is German, Italian, and French."

However, because I don't know the exact way to segment words, it still takes some thinking and time to interpret it.

"So that's how it is," Osamu Dazai hurriedly read a few sentences according to her words, and then translated. "Let me see...um, oh, that's it."

Looking at Osamu Dazai who suddenly realized what was going on, Nakahara clicked his tongue bitterly.

"If you know it, just say it quickly, whether it's annoying or not."

"Chuya is as brainless as ever."

"Long-winded, what am I doing so hard for?"

To put it simply, there is an all-powerful brainpower nearby, and Zhongyuan Zhongye doesn't need to spend so much effort to think twice.Besides, just being on guard against Osamu Dazai's mischief every day, the orange-haired gravity user already feels physically and mentally exhausted.

Osamu Dazai understood what he meant, so he showed a mocking smile, but at least he didn't say anything bad, and calmly translated.

"'Cause there's not much time, just a note, accept the code you know, port mafia, five o'clock, you marshmallow fairy.'"

"It really is him." Hearing the signing, Aiya Zhongyuan showed a very disgusted expression. This kind of disgust was revealed on the surface, making people wonder who the other party was. "I find it strange that he doesn't intervene in this kind of matter involving parallel worlds."

Mori Ogai chewed this passage in his mouth, and then suddenly had a wonderful idea.

Could it be that the port mafia in the parallel world also has a lot of connections with the old Italian families?Ten years of rocket launchers and parallel world technologies have always been in the hands of Pengel and the emerging Mirufiore.

Zhongyuan Aiya's next words really confirmed his conjecture.

"This is a note left by Bai Lan in my world. The Cotton Candy Fairy was mentioned by him when he was joking with A-Gang."

But Tsunayoshi Sawada knew about Bailan's rumored circle of friends when he turned around, and Rokudoko even went to his place to laugh at him with the phrase "has hallucinations".Bailan Jiesuo didn't even struggle, and accepted the title on the spot, and later sent a message to his friends to definitely use this as the signature.

"He probably meant that he would send a message to the central line of the port mafia at five o'clock today, and the accepted password is six eight."

"Six what?"

"Six eight."

Zhong Yuanzhong was also stunned by this rustic and simple password, a good password was abruptly changed into the izakaya wifi password by Bai Lan in the parallel world.

Fortunately, it's not too early now, Aiya Nakahara was driven to the sofa in the corner to play games with Alice for a while, Osamu Dazai stayed behind to take care of the girl, and Nakahara Nakahara also ran back to his office to deal with some things.

Mori Ogai's words... Mori Ogai is responsible for looking at Alice's sweet smile with his chin in his hand. A big man looks like he is about to be melted by the cuteness of the blonde girl.

When it was five o'clock, the display screen placed on the ceiling of the chief's office suddenly landed on its own. Mori Ogai glanced at the screen that was starting to flicker, and pressed six eights on the machine casually.

Then the few people present managed to see a big face that was almost on the screen, so close that even a few eyelashes on the other person's eyes could be seen clearly.

The boy Dazai was startled, he stared at the strangely familiar man with wide eyes, even the eyeballs were about to fall out of their sockets.

"Hey, can you hear me? This is your announcer, Osamu Dazai." The man on the screen didn't care what impact the people on this side would receive, and he talked on his own, with a loud voice Make people's ears hurt. "Why is no one answering, can't you hear me?"

"Mr. Dazai...the screen and microphone are below, and there is a camera there, so you can't see people."

A man's voice came from some distance outside the screen. Aiya Nakahara remembered that the owner of this voice was Masaichi Irie, and if he heard correctly, the other party seemed to have a stomachache because of nervousness again, and his voice was trembling of.

"Father... please be a little more serious."

"I've always been very serious when it comes to serious things, Aiya." Probably enough joking was enough, Dazai Osamu didn't continue to make trouble with them, so the man in a sand-colored windbreaker sat casually on the chair. "So don't look at me with such sharp eyes."

There was even a smile on the corner of Dazai Osamu's mouth, and he immediately met the eyes of the young Dazai sitting in the corner.At the moment when the four eyes met, the man understood the suddenness and the momentary disgust in the young man's eyes.

I don't know if it's because he's disgusted that he hasn't committed suicide at a long time, or if he's disgusted with the flamboyant performance he put on just now.

"Hello everyone, as you can see, I am Osamu Dazai from the parallel world, the version of a 28-year-old boy sitting there with a silly face." Osamu Dazai did not care about the expressions of the people on the other side of the screen talking. "Good afternoon, Mr. Mori, how are you?"

"Thanks to you, everything is fine." Mori Ogai said politely.

"It's good to be in good health. I thought that Mr. Mori in this world would also lose his hair because of the Quan Wuxing practice of me and Qinqin Zhongya."

…What happened to Mori Ogai next door, and he still loses his hair? ?And "Qiqinzhongye" is a hell of a name.

The teenagers who just opened the door didn't know what happened in the chief's office just across the door, but the 28-year-old Osamu Dazai had very good eyesight, and he immediately noticed the orange-haired boy walking in from the door.So the man made his voice longer, and called out when Aiya Zhongyuan covered his face.

"Chuya, come and take a look! Yes, little Zhongya! He's so small and cute!"

"If you talk about me again, I'll let you sink into the sea."

The more mature voice belonging to Zhongye from the Central Plains moved from far to near.Then, a gloved hand pushed on Osamu Dazai's shoulder, pushing him away a little.The orange-haired man bent over and put his arms on Osamu Dazai's shoulders naturally. His movements were extremely natural, and he seemed to do this often.

"Hello, Mr. Mori, I am Chuya Nakahara from the parallel world."

"You two have such a good relationship. It would be great if my two children could be less worried." As he said that, Mori Ogai sighed in a fake way. "Chuye-kun wants to talk about Aiya-kun."

Aiya Zhongyuan shifted her attention away from her father's handsome face, and then saw the embarrassment and provocation on his father's face.The girl paused for a moment, then turned her head to look at the gloomy boy Dazai and the boy Chuya who looked like he wanted to hit him to death.

At this time... just be silent.

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Love Yapi Wanda Zaipi

Feeling sorry for the boy's blood pressure for a moment, I feel that it won't be too good recently.And Hei Shizai's complex senses towards Youjiazai... His first reaction is really not that he in the parallel world is actually with Zhongye, hahaha, he doesn't care about this, after all, it is not him but someone else.