Group Pet Career in Yokohama

It was a few minutes after Hill finally broke free from this embrace. At this time, a light blue handkerchief was stretched out from above. Hill raised his head. It was the copper-haired man who had just helped her pry open the car door.

"Thank you, sir." Hill took the handkerchief and rubbed the cheek that was rubbed by Osamu Dazai, the blood had already clotted, "Thank you for what happened just now."

"Well...you're welcome." The copper-haired man seemed unlikely to have such a conversation.

Hill rubbed his handkerchief on Osamu Dazai's face rudely again, and said while rubbing: "Dazai, this is your savior, if he hadn't opened the car door, you would have been bombed into an Italian Meat sauce."

Then hand him the handkerchief and let him wipe it himself.

"Compared to that, I like crab sauce better...Evidently Xiao Xier is also my savior, ah, why don't you promise me with your body?"

"Sir, what's your name?" Hill ignored Dazai Osamu's off-line speech and looked up at the tall man.

"My name is Oda Sakunosuke, just call me Oda." Oda Sakunosuke scratched his cheek and said a little dull.

"Oh--Mr. Oda Saku." Osamu Dazai nodded in understanding.

"Call me Mr. Oda, you idiot Dazai!"

"Eh? But isn't the name Odasaku catchy? Why don't you change your surname to Odasaku, Mr. Odasaku!"

"It's too rude Dazai!"

"Ah, you can call it whatever you want, if it's for convenience." Speaking of this, Odasaku's expression suddenly became a little serious, "but I can't change the surname."

After all, the name "Nosuke" is really not a serious name.

Hill: Don't take his words seriously! Anyone who hears his unreliable words will not take it to heart!

Looking at the blood-stained handkerchief in Osamu Dazai's hand, it was obviously inappropriate to return it to Mr. Oda, Hill suddenly thought of a brilliant idea.

"Archangel."

After "cleaning up" the handkerchief, Hill asked the archangel to "clean up" himself and Osamu Dazai by the way, and finally the archangel dissipated into the air with some melancholy.

"It's so convenient, this superpower." Startled for a moment, Odasaku said with a sudden realization.

"..." Sasaki felt that there were too many pitfalls, and he had nowhere to vomit. Who would use such precious superpowers to do such stupid things!

"Wow!" Osamu Dazai seemed a little surprised, "Then Xiao Xie doesn't need to take a bath anymore?"

"Who would use an archangel for such a thing, you idiot Dazai!"

Sasaki: Why don't you wash your handkerchief with supernatural powers!!!

Osamu Dazai stood up slowly, surveyed the surroundings quietly, then went to Odasaku and returned the handkerchief to him.

Then he casually walked towards Hill with his hands in his pockets.

In the next moment, I only heard——

"Bang bang—"

Two gunshots exploded, and everyone present did not react.

Hill watched helplessly as a man in a black suit screamed and fell to the ground about six or seven meters away. The gun in his hand fell with a crisp sound before he could release the safety, and the red blood soon Then blur the ground.

It took a few seconds before he was subdued by the stunned members of Hong Kong gangsters around him.

And Osamu Dazai, who was facing away from that person, had an old pistol in his hands at some point, and he was playing with it playfully at the moment.

Only then did Oda Saku subconsciously touch his waist, and the things he wore there were gone.

"You guys, take this person and those two back together for interrogation, and remember not to let him die on the way, can you do it?" The clear and bright young voice, but the kite-colored eyes are like black holes that can absorb the sight of each other human soul.

Obviously the teenagers in front of them are just people who need to be rescued according to the order, not their superiors. These mafia members who take the bloody storms as their daily life can't help but tremble under such sight, and the cold sweat on their necks seems to wet their clothes.

The wordless sense of oppression hit their hearts heavily, not because of their status - it was derived from instinctive fear.

"Yes... yes!" The port mafia members immediately bandaged the man to stop the bleeding and transported it to the car, as if they were afraid that the man would burp if he was a step too late, but they were incomparably obedient for a while.

"Thank you, Mr. Odasaku." Dazai Osamu looked at Odasaku with a shallow smile, as if borrowing a lighter.

"Ah, you're welcome." He took the pistol and put it on his waist again.

Looking at the calm Oda, Osamu Dazai raised the corners of his mouth with some interest.

"Speaking of which, I still don't know how to repay Odasaku-san for saving his life."

"This one—just treat me to a spicy curry." Oda Saku really thought it would be a good deal to exchange his life-saving grace for a spicy curry.

"Oh?" Osamu Dazai seemed a little surprised by this answer, and then asked with a smile: "It seems a little unfair to exchange a meal of curry for saving your life. Why don't Mr. Odasaku ask me to reimburse you whenever you want to eat curry?" Bar?"

Although he is often penniless, he can steal Mr. Sen's card to pay the bill.

Mori Ogai, who is having a meeting with high-level executives in the conference room at the moment: Ah-choo—!

"Well...then please have two meals." Oda Saku thought carefully and tried to make a little concession, "Two meals are enough."

"Eh?" Dazai Osamu was a little helpless, but looking at Odasaku's firm eyes at this time, he had to compromise, "Okay, but where would Mr. Odasaku want to eat curry? Is there a shop you like more?"

Hill looked at the two of them and felt something was wrong, but the two parties had finished talking, so they didn't say anything more.

"Well... There is a western restaurant that I often go to. It just happens to be dinner time, so I can go there. It's not very far from here."

"Okay, let's go there then." Osamu Dazai looked at Hill with a smile, "Let's go eat curry tonight!"

"Well, I'm fine."

"By the way, the coat Rintaro gave you seems to be still in the car." Hill noticed that the black coat he had been wearing all along was gone.

"Ah, let Mr. Mori give me another one of that kind of thing." Osamu Dazai said casually.

"That's right, it's just a piece of clothing." Hill nodded understandingly.

Odasaku next to him looked calm and seemed to feel the same way.

The three people who were not in the state at this time did not realize how important the token sent by the leader of the port mafia was. Sasaki, who was secretly weeping behind them, knew it.

"By the way, Xiao Xier called Mr. Mori to report, my mobile phone was blown up in the car." Walking forward, Osamu Dazai suddenly remembered that he hadn't reported the trip with Mori Ogai, after all, it was them Guardians in name, "guarding" their actions.

"Oh, okay, then I'll ask Rintaro to buy you a new phone by the way."

"Little Hill~" Hearing this, Osamu Dazai's kite-colored eyes showed a moving brilliance.

"Don't rub it up!" The sudden sticky look was disgusting.

"Eh? Don't do it~ I promised to hold your hand tightly all the time!"

"When I said grab my hand, I didn't always grab it. Do you want to stick our hands together with glue?" Hill complained expressionlessly.

"Eh——? Can it be done?!" Osamu Dazai showed a look of great anticipation, his pupils sparkled, and he looked like a pika.

"..."

Hill took a breath, then:

"Can't!!!"

Looking at the noisy interaction between the boys and girls in front of him, Oda Saku couldn't help softening his expression, as if he had forgotten that the boy was in danger just now, and followed behind slowly.

Say-

"Do you know where that store is?"

Hearing that Hill and Osamu Dazai stopped fighting and quieted down, they looked at each other.

It was getting late, and a layer of tulle hung over the streets of Yokohama.

After walking for about 800 meters, Hill looked at the endless street ahead, as if he was looking at a monster that swallowed people's spirits, and he couldn't help feeling panic.

She looked at Odasaku who was walking in front, "How far is it, Mr. Odasaku?" If she knew the exact distance, at least she wouldn't be so hopeless.

"Hmm..." Oda Tsukuru looked around and pondered for a while, "It's probably more than 1000 meters away, not far away."

"...?!"

Hill: Never, never, never told Sasaki to drive back to headquarters first and pick them up later.

She couldn't help but turn her eyes to Osamu Dazai who was walking closely beside her with a hint of a smile.

stare--

"Scream Zhige, I'll carry you~"

"... Dazai." Hill's eyes swept over sharply.

"Hey, hey——" Osamu Dazai couldn't help laughing, and he knelt down helplessly, "Come on, delicate little Hill."

Hill puffed his cheeks, and said reluctantly: "That's not it." Then he climbed up his back with joyful hands and feet, and hugged his neck tightly.

Osamu Dazai has long been used to Hill's insincere and arrogant nature. If it was normal, he would playfully tease Hill constantly, and then watch her with great interest either jumping excitedly or complaining blankly.This is also his daily entertainment.

But at this moment, looking at the shadow that was gradually shrouded by the light, and feeling the petite and warm body on his back, he wanted to keep this peace.

If there is Hill who understands him by his side, he is willing to temporarily endure the boredom in his heart and move forward—from this oxidized and poor world, he is willing to lurk in the dark and wait for a turnaround, looking forward to the somewhat subtle word "future".

...until he loses everything he owns again.

The stars in the night are also reflected by the lights of the street, and gradually become visible.