Port Mafia Play House

Anger is anger, and the work that should be done is still to be done.

Now that the authorities have thrown the pot out, all the evidence that can be found on the surface may have been checked by the water meter.

Instead of starting from the weak official inside of the port Mafia, it is better to solve the problem directly from the source.

Find Shibusawa Tatsuhiko, and throw him an illusion. With Osamu Dazai around, he won't be afraid to say something.

Anyway—he still had to thank Fyodor.

It was fine to give such a big handle to the port Mafia as soon as he turned around, and even marked the location intimately.

You know, finding a place that just covers Osamu Dazai, Chuya Nakahara, Sakunosuke Oda, and Hayatsuki Hayakawa is not an easy task.

Cross-locate, and run for a few hours tonight to find out where Shibusawa Tatsuhiko is, which is a matter of time.

However, Osamu Dazai was a little concerned about what Fyodor said before he left.

Gift?What does he want to do with August?

He lowered his face and quickened his pace.

Above the amusement park, August and Fyodor are basically pecking at each other.

Neither of them was of the martial arts type, and they were evenly matched in close combat, and they couldn't tell the winner for a long time. Fyodor saw the gap and grabbed August's wrist holding the knife.

Ability, crime and punishment.

August smiled, the wounds opened and disappeared on his body: "You know, your supernatural powers are useless to me."

It doesn't need to be useful.

Fyodor smiled knowingly.

There is something that only Fyodor knows.

While the wound was healing, Hayakawa's movements would be slightly stiff.

The child didn't know when he opened the door of the box, half of his body was hanging high in the air, and the turbulent night wind blew past his ears.

He raised the corner of his mouth—and jumped back.

August's chest jumped, and she stuck her head out by the door.

The night is like a curtain, and the red dress is flying in the air, like a dying butterfly, finally spreading its wings.

In midair, Fyodor disappeared out of thin air.

Oh, sure enough let him run away.

In the six years since he left, has this guy found a partner in the Space Department?

However, this was also to be expected.

Putting away the dagger in August, he took out his mobile phone expressionlessly, intending to call the leader of the group.

I checked all the cameras in Yokohama, and I don't believe you can teleport me to the Atlantic Ocean overnight!

Before he dialed a number, he was suddenly surrounded by a bad breath, the blade in his sleeve was drawn towards the palm of his hand, and he stabbed it out without thinking.

The tip of the knife was accurately inserted into the viscera, and the person in front of him grunted in pain, but did not retreat.

August raised his head somewhat unexpectedly.

The black-haired young man returned to his original age, and he was taller than him. Fyodor held the short knife in his abdomen and grabbed his other hand that was not holding the knife. Just as August wanted to resist, he I felt a fishy sweetness welling up in my throat.

Ability, crime and punishment.

His body was out of control for a second, and he was pressed against the glass window behind with a bang.

The box shook violently with the movements of the two, drawing a huge arc forward. Fyodor activated his ability again. When the box came back, it pressed against August's body according to the inertia, and his breath spewed on his body. ear.

He said.

"Didn't you ask me why I was angry?"

I will tell you now.

August opened her eyes wide——

The tip of the knife pierced Fyodor's body, and the smell of blood in his mouth intertwined with the overly intimate breath of the person in front of him.

The soft lips are close together.

August froze for a moment.

In the next second, the spicy wine rushed into the throat unexpectedly and choked the trachea.

Depend on!This man is a fucking bastard!

He coughed uncontrollably.

Fyodor frowned.

The black-haired young man stood up, pulled out the short blade stuck in his abdomen without hesitation, blood gushed out, he raised the knife, and stabbed fiercely at the crystal in his left hand.

In the deep night, August saw his lips.

It was a French poem.

Since there is no chance to see you again, let's go straight to love.

— Pooh.

The blade fell to the floor with a snap.

The box returned to its empty appearance, as if nothing had happened.

The feeling of drunken dizziness appears, the body is out of control, and the mind gradually becomes dizzy.

No...it can't go on like this...

Holding on to the last bit of reason in August, she crawled out along the box.

Until he was back to normal—he had to find a place to hide.

Osamu Dazai took Yoshimitsu to deal with Tatsuhiko Shibusawa, and this was the news he received when he turned on the phone.

August is gone!

Osamu Dazai:?

This is the so-called gift of the dead mouse?

He wouldn't just abduct August, right?

Osamu Dazai immediately called and asked Chuya Nakahara for more detailed information.

After learning that he saw something falling from the top of the ferris wheel and went to look for it, but saw no other figure except blood, Osamu Dazai fell into deep thought.

A few seconds later, he and Nakahara Chuya said.

"He must still be in the amusement park."

"Let's find each other separately."

Although telling Chuya this, in fact, Osamu Dazai already knew how to find him.

He turned around and smiled at Yoshimitsu.

"You know where he is... don't you?"

Ji Guang: "..."

Don't ask, if you ask, you dare not move.

Under the Ferris wheel in the amusement park, there is a basement for storing power supply equipment.

"Are you sure it's here?" Osamu Dazai asked.

"It should be..." Ji Guang scratched his head, "When I left August, I could only vaguely feel his position. It sounds mysterious, like some kind of spiritual connection..."

Osamu Dazai said "Oh": "So you usually live in Mr. Hayakawa's body? Tsk, then you can see everything?"

"It's so troublesome. Is there no way to make you disappear? Is my ability useful to you?"

Ji Guang: "..."

What do you want to do that can't be seen by me?

And, don't say it as if you want to kill people to silence it, okay!

Seeing that he didn't intend to answer, Osamu Dazai didn't ask any more questions, turned around and walked into the dark passage in the basement.

If Hayakawa August wants to hide, then you will never find him.

Therefore, when Osamu Dazai easily found him in the dusty corner of the basement, an ominous premonition welled up in his heart.

What the hell did that bastard Fyodor do?

He walked quickly towards the person curled up in the corner, and when he was still a few steps away, the young man slowly raised his head.

"Don't come here..."

Osamu Dazai had never seen August Hayakawa like this.

He has always been calm and elegant, even when he acts like a spoiled child, he is still lively and lively.

However, at this moment, he is like a dead man.

The young man looked down at the ground, as if nothing could cause him to fluctuate. Those dark red eyes could not shine a single light.

He tilted his head to expose his fragile neck, picked up the short blade on the floor next to him, and pressed blood on it.

"Don't come here—if you come again, I'll kill myself."

Dazai gasped for breath.

August smiled.

"By the way, I forgot, I will not die."

He chuckled lightly, his tone brisk as if he was not talking about his own business, the blade slowly cut across his joints, and every time he went, he pointed out the blood vessels and nerves there.

"Then how about another method? Use this knife to cut off the entire neck, okay? Accessory nerve, vagus nerve, jugular vein, carotid artery, lymph nodes, anterior branch of the fourth jugular nerve..."

Why choose to be a doctor?

Because it's too familiar.

It's all too familiar.

Everywhere, every place on the human body, every inch of bone, every piece of muscle, where there are blood vessels, where there are nerves.

How to die, no one knows better than him.

But it's all futile.

The young man's expression was blurred, and the blade in his hand was slowly embedded in the flesh.

"As long as I'm still conscious, can I keep cutting it in? If it grows well, I can cut it again and press the knife in all the time. What will happen? If the blade is separated, will it still heal? Will the blood vessels close together? ? Will it pass through him... or, will it grow around him?"

He muttered to himself.

"Don't come here...don't come here...I don't want to continue, don't come here, don't come here..."

Only then did Osamu Dazai realize that August recognized him as someone else.

He didn't know how he felt, his heart seemed to be entwined with thorns, and it was still shrinking, the thorns pierced into the flesh, dripping with blood.

Those iris-colored pupils closed slightly, and he made a difficult sound.

"No... I'm not "them"..."

The young man's expression became blank.

"then who are you?"

"Dazai Osamu..." he said, "My name is Dazai Osamu..."

The young man repeated, "Dazai... rule?"

"Who is that?"

Osamu Dazai's heart seemed to be clenched suddenly.

He calmed down for a few seconds before answering his question.

"I am your...family."

"Family..." The young man lowered his head, as if he didn't understand the meaning of the word, "Family, what is it?"

Osamu Dazai held his breath, and tried to approach the young man while answering his question.

"Family is the people who won't hurt you and who will love you forever."

The young man's expression became even more bewildered.

After a long time, he shook his head.

"There is no such person."

Osamu Dazai finally walked in front of him. The young man lowered his head, revealing his slender and fair neck. Looking at it from this angle, it seemed as if it could be broken in an instant.

He had never seen such a vulnerable person before.

Like a breakable glass doll.

Osamu Dazai suddenly had an idea that he had never thought of before.

want to protect this person.

Want to be his reliance in this world.

Just like he used to do.

He involuntarily relaxed his movements, as if he was dealing with a precious and fragile handicraft, and squatted down to look directly into those dull eyes.

"There will be..." Osamu Dazai said firmly, "There will be..."

The young man muttered.

"No……"

"some……"

"No……"

"some……"

The two confronted each other childishly for a moment, and the young man suddenly puffed up his cheeks and said loudly.

"I said no!"

Osamu Dazai couldn't help laughing.

This person's speech is usually suffocating, but now he seems to be a child again, but he finds it much more interesting.

He also did not back down: "I said there will be, and there will be."

This time I stabbed a hornet's nest——

August's mouth was flattened, and tears fell out of the eye sockets.

"You bully me...you all bully me..."

Osamu Dazai didn't expect this unfolding, his chest felt sore, and he panicked all of a sudden.

"No, I didn't bully you..."

These words obviously didn't make things better, August lowered her head, and tears flowed more violently.

"You all bully me..."

As if the gate had suddenly opened, he couldn't stop talking.

"I'm in so much pain, I don't want to continue, don't come here, it really hurts..."

"Why me? Will dying make it all over? I want to die, why can't I die?"

"I don't want to laugh, I hate pain, I hate pain..."

Osamu Dazai knew that now was probably the best time to ask Hayakawa August's secret.

But he no longer had the mood to care about any games, his heart was so sore that he couldn't breathe, he could only helplessly try to wipe away the young man's tears, and then stopped in mid-air.

"It doesn't hurt anymore, it doesn't hurt now, it doesn't hurt anymore..."

He repeated thinly.

It was obviously just some useless comfort, but it miraculously made things a little bit better.

The tears stopped.

The young man raised his head with tears in his eyes, looked at him, as if he remembered something again, and burst into tears again.

"You bully me...you all bully me..."

"Chuya always refuses to call me brother, Sakunosuke won't let me eat fried chicken, Dazai... Dazai is the worst, he always wants to take off my vest..."

As he spoke, he hiccupped.

He seemed to have forgotten that the man named Osamu Dazai was squatting in front of him now.

"What is there to pick up, is it so important to know what? Have you never heard that distance produces beauty..."

Osamu Dazai couldn't laugh or cry, so he could only follow his words.

"I won't pick it up in the future..."

Strange...

He added in his mind.

August flattened her mouth and continued to list in dissatisfaction.

"And Fei Jia..."

Osamu Dazai became alert for a second.

"Fyodor bullied you too—how did he bully you?"

August looked at him a little confused.

Osamu Dazai was still waiting for Hayakawa August's answer, while thinking in advance how to find trouble with the devil, when he came to his senses, there was already a magnified face in front of him.

The young man clasped the back of his head with his slender fingers, and gently pulled it forward—a cool and soft touch came from his lips.

It tastes sweet, with a subtle hint of wine and mint.

Every nerve trembled.

Osamu Dazai froze.

The young man let go of his hand, his eyebrows lowered, his face full of grievances.

"He just... just bullied me like that!"

"He's too much!"

The author has something to say: Osamu Dazai: ...

Osamu Dazai: Majin, you are dead.

I declare!From today, crime and punishment are no longer good friends!They are rivals! (I was wrong, I admit that when I wrote this paragraph, I have been thinking about the single-player Shura scene in my head [no)

That's it, August's self-defense is divided into three stages: Normal crazy criticism of naive ghosts, I don't know if you still remember the story of drinking beer mentioned in the previous chapter, that thing has a low degree, Mr. Tuo When I saw August's crazy criticism, I wanted to show it to Dazai so that he would retreat in spite of the difficulties. Who knew that I accidentally cut August completely, and somehow gave an assist to my rival... for Tuo