Even Dazai can't think of it

It had just rained not long ago, and the soil in the desolate forest was still wet. The thin man moved on the soil in panic. The man in the black mask in front of him was walking towards him step by step, dragging a long machete.

The skinny man almost knelt on the ground and screamed for mercy: "I won't tell! I will never tell! Please let me go! I, I can go to other cities immediately and never come back!"

A gloomy and hoarse voice came from under the mask: "What you overheard was the day when you traded with that organization...Although I also sympathize with you, since I know such a crucial thing, I will go down with hatred and resentment." hell."

The cold light of the machete reflected on the face of the thin and small man, he was too frightened to make a sound, and warm memories of the past emerged in his brain full of despair.

This morning, his gentle wife personally made an amulet for him, wishing that the god who is said to be able to grant wishes would bless him.

...Ah, if gods really exist, please, please save him——

A butterfly soaring in an illusory fairyland seemed to appear in front of my eyes, spreading its wings silently, flying past the masked man like a dream.

The thin man stared dumbfounded at the flickering phantom butterflies in front of him, as if he couldn't reflect it. The masked man in front of him quickly thought of something after a short moment of stupefaction, his expression changed, and he waved his machete without hesitation to attack behind.

The butterfly disappeared quietly at some point, and the girl who appeared behind him without a sound shook her head and sighed: "The criminal organizations in this city are still bullying the weak."

The elegant butterfly landed lightly on the gleaming silver machete, the mountain-like gravity instantly crushed the masked man, and the machete fell to the ground with howling.

The girl chatted and said: "It's too loud, I only added twice the gravity,"

"...I can't stand this level, isn't it too useless?" As he spoke, the machete weighing several kilograms was kicked far away by the girl casually.

The masked man knelt on the ground with his arms covered. Although his face was covered by the mask and he couldn't see his expression clearly, he could hear the panic in his voice: "You, which legend are you..."

It is an illusory legend to ordinary people in this city, but it really exists in the cognition of every member of a criminal organization——

The masked man said in a difficult tone: "God, the blade of God...!"

"...shut up, you," Hatsusaki had a complex look on her face, she covered her forehead, "Everyone knows how this thing is spread, and it's hard for Japan to give others a shameful nickname. Is it the tradition of...?"

The first time she was called this nickname in person, she almost fell from the fourth floor!What kind of nickname is this that can only be taken out without graduating from Secondary School! ?

At the moment when the girl covered her forehead, the masked man pulled out the pistol at his waist with lightning speed, and pressed the trigger without hesitation. The moment he showed his excited expression just now. ——

A translucent and illusory butterfly quietly hung in front of the girl, its slender limbs hugged the silver bullet, and the red of gravity faintly appeared on the wings.

"Everyone knows this trick," Hatsusaki put her hands back in her pockets, and said boredly, "I even spent so long learning the basics of fighting from Chuya... It turned out that I couldn't use it at all. .”

Although Hatsusaki doesn't like to fight, but the things that have been prepared for a long time are useless at all. This kind of feeling always makes people feel a little bit disappointed, like reviewing in a hurry all night, but the next day I tell you this The exam is cancelled.

And learning to fight is super painful!Even Zhong Ye was very careful to withdraw her strength in time every time, and she threw black bruises on her body several times!

She works so hard!It turned out to be useless!

The thin man on the side seemed to have just found his voice, he lay down on the ground, panting for the rest of his life, he looked up at Hatsaki, as if he wanted to say something, but he could only say "ahhh sound.

Hatsusaki and him looked at each other eagerly for two seconds, but didn't understand what he meant, and asked confusedly, "Aren't you going home yet?"

"...Ah," the thin man woke up like a dream, he struggled to hold onto the tree next to him, and stood up tremblingly, his voice seemed to come out of the gap in his throat, "Thank you, thank you."

Hatsusaki looked away from him, and nodded casually: "Ah, you're welcome."

The thin man staggered away stepping on the wet soil, and the masked man was pressed to the ground by the butterfly attached to gravity, Hatsusaki said to himself a bit distressed: "Well... it's still the same as last time Send it directly to the police station? But the police leave a note saying please don't do that..."

But if it is not sent to the police station, the masked man will definitely not let go of the man just now.

While she was thinking about it, the man in the mask suddenly yelled emotionally: "Why, why can the weak man just now be protected, if the time and place of the transaction are revealed, I, I will die too—— !!"

Hatsusaki: "..."

Hatsusaki: "Because, because you broke the law?"

Masked Man: "..."

Being interrupted like this, Hatsusaki just had an inspiration, she clapped her hands: "That's right! Hand over this guy's smuggled goods to the police station!"

If the stolen goods are captured together, the police don't have to worry about finding any reason to detain the prisoner!

"—Forget it then," a feathery voice came from behind her, the boy in a long black coat sat on a raised tree root, propped his head and looked at Hatsusaki, "If the goods If you also take it away, the port mafia will be in trouble."

Hatsusaki really wanted to say "Isn't that better" in front of Osamu Dazai, but she thought twice and swallowed this sentence: "So, do you want to 'solve it in the mafia way' again?"

Osamu Dazai jumped down from the root of the tree and walked to her side: "It's okay to solve it now, just use the wooden warehouse directly in this way."

Hatsusaki: "..."

Hatsusaki: "I'd better take him to the police station."

"Is that so?" Osamu Dazai's voice suddenly became lower, as if he was excited and warned of danger, "Ah, you don't know, those people you sent to the police station a few months ago... More than half of them were acquitted through various relationships."

"...Ah?" Hatsusaki didn't realize what he meant, she was stunned before she suddenly realized, "Oh, she was let go."

Osamu Dazai waited for her reaction, but when he didn't, he showed a rare depressed expression, but he quickly settled his expression: "Those who worked so hard to arrest were turned away and then let go. It's all useless work."

Hatsusaki: "...are you okay?"

If this was a flower planter, she would probably be cynical. Prisoners with solid evidence can be let go. What else can't be done by the underworld?Will he be able to kill people in the street next time?

Moreover, her original purpose of arresting people was to protect ordinary citizens who could not resist from criminal organizations. It is the job of the police to arrest criminals. People kick it out...?

Osamu Dazai quickly became uninterested, he waved to the people behind him, and the subordinates in suits carefully moved behind the masked man, restraining him hesitantly.

Hatsusaki: "...I told you I'm going to send him to the police station, why do you come to rob him every time?"

Osamu Dazai was very calm: "Because it's work - it's very hard to keep Chuya from bumping into you every mission, huh?"

"It's okay with Kazuka." Hatsusaki stared at him unhappily, and reminded dissatisfiedly, "And your ramen money hasn't been paid yet."

"Ah, is that so?" Dazai Osamu touched his pocket, took out a stack of banknotes very perfunctorily, and then took out a copper-yellow five-yen coin mixed in it, "Ah, I found it, this is Today's portion."

Hatsusaki: "..."

Hatsusaki: "... If you have money, you can pay it all at once!" Every time she only pays five yen coins, her coins are so heavy!

Osamu Dazai acted as if he hadn't heard it, and restarted the topic with a calm demeanor: "But speaking of it, it's really lucky that you can find such a corner every time."

"It sounds like I want to come to this kind of place," Hatsusaki complained, "Isn't it because you always choose such weird places to do shameful things?"

Osamu Dazai turned his head to stare at her, with a gloomy glint in his eyes, he seemed very interested and asked in a voice full of youthful feeling and rubbed into candy: "Is it really like in the urban legend, is it listening to her?" Did you rush here to meet the wishes of the believers?"

Hatsusaki turned her face away and sighed: "I have to ask this question every time, what answer do you want to get?"

"Who knows..." Dazai Osamu said very lightly, and then said in a very casual tone, "Oh right, the boss said that he would like to see you if possible, what should I say?"

Hatsusaki: "...not going."

Hatsusaki: "Anyway, you're trying to trick me into being a coolie?"

Osamu Dazai had expected it a long time ago, he watched the masked man being pushed away by his subordinates, then waved his back to Hatsusaki, and said as he left: "Then it's like this—"

Then he paused for a while, kept his head sideways, and said in a positive tone: "Can you really hear other people's wishes?"

Hatsusaki replied perfunctorily, "I can't hear you."

The system silently recorded a sum in the memo: Dazai Osamu, return the five-yen coin, 615 yen left; the number of times the same question was asked, 8 times.

"I can hear what I can't hear, I can guess what I can see, I have answered all the answers, what answer does he want?" Hatsusaki sighed, then suddenly remembered something, and clicked on the task section with great interest , "Speaking of it... Although his ability is unqualified in the world, his wish should still be captured by the program, right?"

System: "? Well, catching wishes is not affected by supernatural powers, but human wishes can be fulfilled in different degrees. Usually, the wishes we fulfill are those with a strong desire to look forward..."

The system paused, and then said: "Looking at Dazai, his wish may be in the last few pages."

Hatsusaki took advantage of Dazai Osamu not far away, directly opened the nearby wish search function, and then clicked to confirm one by one.

After looking at the fairly common wishes such as "want to eat unagi rice" and "want to raise wages", Hatsusaki pointed at the last wish.

The program was stuck in a blank space for a short time, and then black words covered the screen, and Hatsusaki swiped down two or three times with a sullen face before seeing the bottom.

After a cursory look, several words of "death" flashed across the screen. She stared at the screen vainly, and read slowly from the first line. After half a minute, she calmly closed the program.

Why did this man make a wish and make a speech?

...too long to understand.