King of 25 Cubs

"Oh!"

I flung open the door.

The bald fat man turned his head in surprise: "Master Matilda?"

I strode over, grabbed the bald fat man by the collar, and in a fit of rage, my voice sounded like a millennium Chen Bing wrapped in raging fire: "Is what you just said true?"

"what--"

I shouted impatiently: "Is it true?!"

The bald fat man and the other person in the office looked at each other and nodded blankly.

"It's all true, not a single lie."

I shook off the opponent's collar, left the personnel department, and stood in Chief Mori's office 2 minutes later.

Chief Sen seemed unsurprised that I would come back. He tilted his head, and the corners of his lips curled up in a clear arc: "It seems that Matilda-kun already knows the truth about being three years late."

I stared at the other party and said unhurriedly: "You let me hear it on purpose, the purpose... is to push me away from Dazai?"

"Indeed it was on purpose."

Chief Mori crossed his fingers in front of his lips, and calmly said: "But unfortunately, I don't need to lie to you. You can go to Dazai-kun to verify what they said."

His dark red eyes, like dried blood, were slightly bent, and the fine lines at the corners of his eyes were sharp and mean, and no emotion could be seen in his cold eyes.

Without saying a word, I turned around and left.

"Matilda-kun, the person in charge of the personnel department is a small character who likes to push the high and the low. I remember that he once bullied you and Dazai-kun, who were still low-level rookies at the time."

Mori Owai said leisurely behind me: "I give you the power to deal with him, what kind of punishment do you want him to receive?"

"What kind of punishment?"

I sneered and didn't look back.

"I want you all to die."

I quickly left the chief's office, passing by the Central Plains just back in the corridor.

"Matilda?"

Seeing that my expression was not right, he froze for a moment, and grabbed my wrist: "Why do you—"

I withdrew my hand, ignored him, and walked forward on my own, so fast that I could hear the wind in my ears.

The guards outside the chief's office were urging Chuya Zhongyuan: "Mr. Chuya, the chief is still waiting for you."

At this time, I was already far away. I don't know what Nakahara Chuya said to the guards, but he didn't chase after him anyway.

After leaving the Hong Kong and Hei headquarters, I called Odasaku.

"Odasaku, do you know where Dazai is?"

"Well, Dazai specifically told me that if you call to ask his location, just say he's waiting for you in the 'building in the rain'."

"I see." I said softly.

Odasaku wondered, "Did something happen between you?"

I held my cold fingers and chose to avoid answering: "I'll tell you later."

Before Odasaku asked, I hung up the phone.

The building in the rain should refer to the place where he jumped off the building.

When I took the elevator to the top floor of the tall building, Dazai, who was leaning against the railing to enjoy the wind, turned his head, leaned against the railing, and waved to me with a smile.

There was no bandage on his right eye, and he was wearing a new sand-colored windbreaker. Every color on his body and every inch of his eyes were much brighter than before.

"Wuguajiang really still remembers this place."

"is that true?"

I walked over slowly, and my voice was a little hoarse when I spoke again: "I was very angry when I heard what they said, but I still want to hear you tell me if it is true."

Dazai's slightly flirtatious smile with distinct personal characteristics gradually faded away.

"I think Mr. Sen shouldn't have lied to you. Whether you set up a trick to let you reveal your identity or make a deal with him, these are all true, not half false."

He showed a self-deprecating smile, and the lead gray sky was reflected in his eyes, like a desolate snowfall.

"Yuguo, your trust has been wrongly paid, I am such a bad person."

I raised my knee and hit Dazai's abdomen relentlessly, and at the moment he bent over, I gave another hard elbow, gouging his back heart.

"Well……"

His face paled in an instant, he bit his lip to suppress the pained groan he accidentally overflowed, and slowly fell down.

"In those two years, apart from concealing my true identity, I never felt sorry for you."

I grabbed his collar and punched him in the face with my fist.

"Do you really have a heart?"

Dazai closed his eyes, but my fist barely stopped two centimeters away from his cheek.

He opened his eyes in surprise, and the moment he saw me clearly, his expression was slightly concentrated, and a bit of unconcealable panic and embarrassment suddenly appeared in his dark eyes.

My voice was trembling: "Osamu Dazai, although I usually look heartless, I still feel pain..."

I let go of his collar, and used my arm to cover his stinging eyes: "I will never trust you again, never, ever..."

Dazai lay on the roof and didn't speak for a long time.

After a long time, his soft and slow voice fell in my ears with a somewhat erratic voice:

"Youguo, don't cry, it's not worth crying for someone like me."

"It's really not worth it."

I took a deep breath, blinked away the water light that quietly covered my eyes, and finally didn't shed a single tear.

"I originally wanted to pay you back the money you gave me, but now I don't plan to pay it back, just treat it as the mental damage you paid me. From then on, our account will be written off, and you will not appear in front of me in the future."

Throwing this sentence, I turned and left without hesitation.

At dusk and sunset, I leaned on the tree and slowly sat on a park bench.

Those stray cats thought I had food, so they all came up to me, and after a while, I didn't see me feeding them, and they scattered again.

Only a familiar three-colored cat jumped onto the bench, leaned against me, and licked my fingers.

At the end of the day, the setting sun staggered and fell, and the pale red dusk dyed the gray clouds entrenched in the sky into a monstrous blood color.

"Xiaoqi, I'm exhausted, I can't walk anymore."

I shrank into a ball a little afraid of the cold, and the more I thought about it, the more angry I became, and finally I covered my face and wailed.

"Why did I run away? Shouldn't I let him get out of my sight in a noble and glamorous way?!"

And I just beat him, promised to kill him a hundred times a hundred times, and gave him the ashes of the promised ones, nothing was done!

[Host be happy, think about the string of numbers on the account.Relatives will abandon you, friends will betray you, but money will not, it is your own money in your pocket! 】

As soon as the system mentioned money, I felt much better.

"You're right, didn't Dazai give me all the money so generously, let him starve to death on the street, anyway, I won't help him!"

【Host, do you really want to be strangers to Dazai in the future? 】

"Really, it's more real than real gold! In short, there will be him without me in the future, and there will be me without him!"

As soon as I finished speaking harshly, a passerby not far away suddenly shouted: "Look, someone jumped off the building over there!"

Looking at the direction that passers-by are pointing, isn't it the tall building where I beat up Dazai before? !

I stood up abruptly and rushed out, and by the time I got downstairs, the place was already surrounded by crowds of people eating melons.

There were too many passers-by watching, and I didn't see the body of the person who jumped off the building. I only saw the blood color gradually spreading on the ground through the gaps in the crowd.

"Dazai...he jumped off the building?"

My mind was a little dazed, as if someone was strangling my throat, and even breathing became difficult.

"Just because I just told him not to appear in front of me again?"

This guy's heart is too fragile, is it made of glass or paper?

For a while I knew how to describe my mood.

At first, it was anger, so angry that he wanted to whip the corpse, and wanted to tear him into pieces; followed by sadness and guilt, as if his heart was being pulled hard by someone, and his chest was so heavy that he was almost suffocated.

"How can there be such a thing? Why is he so annoying, isn't this bullying?!"

The residual red of the setting sun and the bright red of the blood made my eyes ache.

"Obviously he was sorry for me, so why jump off the building? Make amends with his life?!"

I stumbled out of the crowd and got into a flower bed beside me.

[The host... wants to save him? 】

"If you want to die comfortably, how is it possible?"

My face was sullen, and my tone was gloomy: "Doesn't he want to die? I just won't let him get his wish! After he dies, I will go to hell to bring him back. Do you think that a sum of money can atone for your sins? It's a good idea!"

I pointed the gun to my forehead and released the safety catch.

"Damn Osamu Dazai, I don't think he is heartless, he is simply heartless!!!"

When his finger was about to hook the trigger, he was suddenly knocked down from behind.

The other party pressed me on the lawn, broke my wrist, and snatched the pistol.

I turned over and lay on my back between the grass and trees, looked at the face in front of me, and suddenly opened my eyes wide.

"Too... Slaughter???!!!"

I thought that Dazai who jumped off the building was not only a good person, but also confiscated my gun.

"It's the first time I've heard someone praise me for being short-sighted."

Dazai's tone was inexplicably happy.

My expression was blank, and I muttered: "The person who jumped off the building...wasn't you??!"

Dazai raised his head, glanced at the scene of jumping from the building surrounded by the crowd, with an expression of insight.

"If a cat knows that it is about to die, it will definitely run away from home and will not leave you with the opportunity to see the dead body."

I:"……"

"But even if I jumped off the building, you don't need to point a gun at yourself, right?"

Dazai suddenly thought of something, and suddenly opened his eyes wide, and when he spoke again, there was almost unrecognizable heat in his voice: "Ah, are you going to die in love with me?"

I pushed Dazai away and sat up from the grass.

"Give me back the gun."

"not return."

Dazai hid the gun behind his back like a child.

"Send it to you."

I tried to get up with a straight face.

Dazai slipped the gun into my pocket, and held my shoulder to prevent me from getting up, with a very serious tone:

"Because I was worried about you, I followed you from a distance after I went downstairs. I didn't expect someone to jump off the building here. But I saw it just now—"

His face was slightly closer, and he smiled brightly:

"Hey, why does Wuguajiang want to 'suicide'?"

I reached out and pushed him away: "What I do has nothing to do with you."

Dazai suddenly said, "It's related to Wuguajiang's ability, isn't it?"

My movements stopped, and my fingers unconsciously pinched the lawn tightly.

"Wuguajiang said to Oda before that he is a fairy who can change tragedies. Let me speculate that if Wuguajiang wants to save me, he has to go back to the past to prevent me from jumping off the building, but the ability is only available on the day of death. It takes effect immediately, I guess I'm sorry?"

He smiled, and said softly, "What a romantic ability."

My eyes gradually went cold.

"Now, I know your most important secret."

Dazai sat on the grass, eyes slightly curved: "Wu Gua Jiang doesn't trust me anymore, right? The gun has been returned to you, whether you want to go back to that rainy night, change the past and stop saving me, let me die on that day , or use that gun to kill me now, I will not resist."

He looked at me with soft eyes and opened his arms.

"Please, let me wake up from this beautiful dream."

"Heh." I raised the corners of my lips and laughed, looked at Dazai, and said slowly: "As you wish."

The moment I pulled out the gun again and pulled the trigger, all the blood faded from his face instantly.

"Pfft!"

Dazai was sprayed with soy sauce all over his face.

He didn't seem to have reacted, the residual sadness was still fixed on his face, paired with the dark soy sauce, he looked silly.

Disinterestedly, I threw the toy gun on him, stood up silently, and left the flower bed.

Not long after, Dazai came chasing after him, walking briskly, clutching the toy gun tightly in his hand.

There was still a blade of grass in his hair, and he wrapped it up shamelessly, with a coquettish tone: "I was wrong, I'm sorry."

"I said before, don't appear in front of me."

I said coldly, turning my head not to see him.

"At that time, I couldn't refuse Mr. Sen. I thought of a way to get the best of both worlds. As long as I die, you won't reveal your identity."

Dazai paused for a moment, lowered his eyes: "I really don't want to live anymore, and the phrase 'don't save me' is also true, but I didn't expect you to be so sad."

"Yuko, you were crying at that time."

He reached out and put his hand on my cheek, rubbing it gently, trying to travel through time and wipe away the tears on the face of that little girl back then.

"Seeing you cry, how dare I die."

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I don't have time today, tomorrow I will cook the dregs

——感谢在2020-03-1621:30:52~2020-03-1721:02:41期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who cast the rocket launcher: 1 Hanshancui;

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: 1 orange;

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 20 bottles of Jasmine and Sunshine; 10 bottles of Moshi Sentiment and Xingxing Liaoyuan; 5 bottles of Zonggu; 1 bottle of Rising Sun;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!