Natsume's Little Mister

There was joy in the forum, and in Yokohama, which is far away from Yahara, Chuya Nakahara is leading the members of Mafia in the port to battle with the enemy organization.

Gravity makes you shuttle between the two sides with ease, kicking the slug flying, and kicking the little shrimp on the opposite side.

The dark red supernatural light enveloped him and stood out of thin air. The surrounding enemies looked at each other in blank dismay, keeping vigilance and not daring to move forward.

"Tsk, bastard." Zhong Yuan also sarcastically said.

Just when the other side confronted each other unilaterally.

"Mr. Luchuan..." A voice that was so weak that there was no sense of presence suddenly fell into Zhongya Zhongyuan's ears.

"Da Zai? I seem to have heard his voice?" Nakahara Zhong also suddenly looked around, and after searching for a long time, he suddenly realized that the voice came from his pocket.

He just remembered that before the war, he arranged for a subordinate to broadcast Yayuan's signing event live for him.

The round-faced subordinate on the opposite side of the phone found that the Central Plains cadres had finally noticed her, and almost burst into tears.

"Hey, what's going on? Why is there Dazai Osamu's voice? Did I hear it wrong?" Nakahara Chuya put down a group of young people around him and asked the round-faced subordinate on the opposite side of the phone.

"Central Plains officer, you heard me right. Mr. Dazai is talking to Mr. Midorikawa, so I'll get closer." The round-faced girl immediately collected her expression and answered the officer's question respectfully.

Nakahara didn't refuse either, he was actually quite curious about what Osamu Dazai would say to Mr. Midorikawa, and he could see Mr. Midorikawa's appearance clearly even if he got closer, killing two birds with one stone.

As the round-faced girl gradually approached the front, Osamu Dazai's voice reached Chuya Nakahara's ears more clearly.

"I have bought many of your books, and I have read Lushen's book seventeen times..."

Nakahara Chuya's expression gradually became more subtle. He suddenly remembered the series of compliments Dazai Osamu gave to Mr. Midorikawa yesterday, but...

Zhongyuan Zhong also looked at the hundreds of spectators on the screen.

But he didn't expect Osamu Dazai to say it in front of so many people!

He couldn't help but touch his forehead, feeling sincerely ashamed.

As one of the famous double blacks in the past, Osamu Dazai can be said to be soaked in blood and gunpowder smoke, which can make people in the other world feel tight when they hear his name.

And looking at the young man who is full of praise and has nothing to do with the darkness at this moment, Nakahara Chu also thought, how would he feel if Dazaiji's friends in the other world saw him like this, maybe he felt that the sun came out from the west Alright.

In fact, Zhongyuan also suspected for a moment that he drank fake wine to have such outrageous hallucinations.

However, the sudden battle told him the truth at this moment.

"Da da da——" The sound of the machine wooden warehouse was like a rainstorm pear blossom, hitting the port side.

It is the opponent's reinforcements.

The bullet rubbed against the wooden barrel, spinning and piercing through the invisible air, and slashed straight from right to left.

"Tsk. You actually interrupted me to watch the live broadcast." Zhongyuan Zhong put down his phone impatiently, and let out a low voice.

He jumped from the air, just in the middle of the port of Mafia and the enemy reinforcements.

The hand in the black leather glove opened out of thin air, and rolled out lightly and flatly.

The extremely fast bullet and the hand without a trace of pyrotechnics are facing each other, and the movement and stillness collide together.

A "squeak" sound of rubbing flashed by, and hundreds of thousands of yellow-orange-orange bullets were instantly frozen in the air, and a dark red transparent barrier slowly appeared in front of people, like a moat in the sky, stuck tightly and buzzing non-stop of bullets.

The fierce battlefield seemed to have been poured with a basin of ice water from above, and it froze instantly.

"Master cadre! That's great!" The port personnel who survived the catastrophe cheered.

Zhongyuan Zhong also stared at the panic-stricken enemy organization with his cold cobalt blue eyes, raised the corners of his mouth in disdain, and casually pointed out his leather-gloved fingertips.

Then, he didn't look at the follow-up, and turned around with his hands in his pockets.

Behind him, the dark red light of supernatural power burst forth instantly, and the weapons from the enemy turned to aim at the former master, indifferent and ruthless.

The roar was louder than before.

After solving the disturbing bug, Nakahara turned over and stepped onto the heavy locomotive.

With a twist of the accelerator, the gravity engulfs the roar of the motor and jumps up the floor head-on, violating Newton's law all the way to the top of the building.

The locomotive turned off, and the light of the mobile phone screen lit up on the quiet roof.

At this time, the camera of the live broadcast was aimed at the stage, and a handsome and familiar face appeared in Nakahara Chuya's field of vision. It was Takashi Natsume and Teacher Midorikawa.

Chuya Zhongye paused.

In the camera, the other party is standing in the center of the stage like stars holding the moon. No matter who sees this scene, they will know who the protagonist is there.

Be caught off guard.

Chuya Nakahara was still in the state of "Osamu Dazai don't want to face", but he was caught off guard and found that the writer he liked was the Natsume Takashi he had suspected.

What's even more exasperating is that as soon as he turned his mind, he thought of the conversation between Natsume and Osamu Dazai in the hotel.

He realized very realistically that Natsume, no, Mr. Midorikawa was a member of his enemy, the Armed Detective Agency.

More angry!

It's great for Mr. Luchuan to write books obediently, why should he join other organizations, especially this other organization is the enemy of their port Mafia - Armed Detective Agency!

Nakahara Chu also thought of Osamu Dazai's laughing face, and the expression on his face became even worse.

Grinding his back molars, an idea popped up in his mind—suggesting to Chief Mori to poach the corner of the Armed Detective Agency.

It is normal competition to have exchanges. As Yokohama’s two superpower organizations other than the government’s Supernatural Secret Service Division, Port Mafia and the Armed Detective Agency are in opposition to a certain extent.

In this way, it is right for the other party to poach Osamu Dazai, a former cadre of a port, to pay a famous novelist, Natsume-sensei.

The Central Plains is also planning to fight against thieves.

At this moment, he didn't expect that in the process of searching for a super magician, although he first ruled out the correct option of Natsume, but by mistake, it faintly coincided with Mori Ogai's ultimate goal of getting a super magician.

It can be said that it is unintentional.

There was a burst of exclamation in the distance, and Zhongyuan Zhong also heard the reputation——

The live broadcast of Natsume’s autograph sale is being played on the glass wall of the business district. On the huge screen, a young man in a dark blue kimono is looking at the camera gently. His warm brown eyes meet the strongest cadre of the port through the screen. depending on.

With a palpitation in his heart, Nakahara Chuya thought: Sure enough, Mr. Luchuan should come to the port of Mafia.

Compared with the five buildings in the port, the Armed Detective Agency has a dilapidated office, no money, bad benefits, and no environment suitable for writing. Mr. Midorikawa should come to the port.

For this reason, he can uncork all the bottles of Petus red wine he treasured to celebrate his arrival!

From east to west, the sun finally lay leisurely on the horizon, like a chubby glutinous rice ball, lying in the water with a beer belly exposed.

"Ah, it's finally over!" Editor Miki threw himself on the sofa in the lounge and sighed with a big stretch.

"Yeah, it's finally over." Natsume also lied on the back of the chair, echoing weakly.

He never thought that the signing event would be so tiring!

Obviously in his impression, the autograph session is just writing names and chatting with readers, how easy it is.

but……

Natsume rubbed his wrist with a bitter face, it was sore and numb, the index finger and middle finger left dark red marks from holding the pen, when he looked up, tsk, they were still trembling.

"Sure enough, I made the right choice not to hold a book signing. Isn't it good to write a book honestly? Why do you want to come out and show your face?" Natsume muttered.

"But everyone looks very happy." He hesitated in his heart.

Rubbing her needle-like, painful fingers, Natsume's thoughts drifted further and further away.

So does this official appearance have any effect on his supernatural ability?Xia Mu felt uneasy.

Slightly closing his eyes, his consciousness was thrown into the space of different abilities.

In the different space, there is still a three-legged confrontation, but it is completely different from before. It can be said that earth-shaking changes have taken place.

If the different space in the past was a dead thing that developed rigidly according to the plot, then now, this rigid world has been injected with a little life!

Although still weak, but the future is limitless.

The gas field in the different space becomes lively and stable, the lively is the vitality, and the stable is the world structure.

Similarly, after his appearance, the third world whose energy was extracted by him has made up for the gap and expanded at a very fast speed. Many monsters.

As for this world, Natsume pursed his lips slightly, thinking: He wants to leave this world to the monsters of Yayuan.

Although he has never gotten along with them in the real world, he always remembers the touch in the dream. This small town, which is not rich, is another world that belongs to him. And this world, as he is so lucky, should Protect this beautiful memory.

"Mr. Natori, Tanuma, Seiji Toba... Will we meet again in this world?" Natsume thought silently.

Too tired, he curled up on the sofa and fell asleep without knowing it.

Later, when Editor Miki carried him back to Fujiwara's home, Natsume didn't wake up.

"I'm exhausted." Aunt Tazi touched Xia's forehead to confirm that he didn't have a fever, and after he just fell asleep, she smiled softly.

Uncle Zi looked at Tazi gently from the side, and sighed: "I don't know why, when I see this child, I always feel distressed."

"Yes, me too. Maybe it was fate in the last life, maybe we were a family in the last life." Aunt Tazi had soft brows and eyes, and lowered her head to smooth the hair on the sideburns for Natsume.

"I want to take Natsume to the aquarium, he will definitely like it. I just don't know when he will leave, alas..."

"Di—" A text message came from Uncle Zi's cell phone.

"What's wrong?" Tako asked.

"Ah, a distant relative passed away and asked me to attend the funeral." Uncle Zi put his arm around Tazi's shoulders, "The old people are gradually leaving."

"Zi."

"Ok?"

"I will always be with you."

"I can do it too."

"It would be even better if there was another child like Natsume, sorry, Zi." Auntie Toko suddenly said sadly.

"It's enough to have you with me."

But sometimes I'm lonely too.Tazi thought.

"I really want to take my children to the aquarium."

The lights in the room went out, and the figures of Tazi and Zi gradually disappeared at the end of the stairs.

"Reiko~Reiko~" Outside the house, the mournful and mournful voice continued to ring.

Inside the house, the cat-sensei lying on Natsume's pillow yawned slowly.

The white mist flashed by, and a gorgeous white giant appeared around the young man, resting its head on Natsume's pillow, its soft and warm belly blocked the coldness of the outside world, and its long tail formed a circle, protecting Natsume inside.

The lingering moonlight fell on his silvery white fur, gorgeous, powerful and noble.

Natsume didn't expect that he fell asleep so deeply.

Shen Da fell into a dream again.

"Crackling——" the branch broke, and in the dream, he was running in the jungle, with a monster following behind him.

Suddenly, he tripped over a stone and fell to the ground, a big hand stretched out from behind.

Unable to dodge in time, he was directly grabbed by the neck and stabbed hard on the tree trunk.

"Eh." He grabbed the hand on his neck and struggled, the suffocation rushed to the top of his head, and the picture in front of him became distorted.

In a trance, he saw countless black spots attacking in the void, like black butterflies, falling all over his body.

The hands on the neck let go of the strength, he covered his throat and looked up, a large black butterfly landed on the opponent's head, hands, and feet, and the opponent...

A little bit melted.

"Ah!" Natsume suddenly fell from the darkness, screamed, and woke up.

"Ha——" Madara was startled awake and yawned slowly.

"What's the matter, Natsu?" Madara's lazy voice sounded like he was slightly drunk after drinking.

Natsume was taken aback by the sudden opening of the big mouth next to the pillow, and almost couldn't hold back the hammer.

Enduring it, he sat up and pushed away that big face.

"I have a bad feeling." He came out of the bed barefoot and dug out his suitcase from the closet.

Afraid of disturbing the Fujiwara couple downstairs, Natsume kept the noise down as much as possible.

"I had a dream at night, and I dreamed of a monster. I need to look at the account of friends."

Natsume still remembered the abnormality in the account of friends back then, those very special black spots reminded him of the black butterfly in his dream tonight.

Turning on a small desk lamp, Natsume opened the account of friends, imagining the appearance of the monster in the dream.

The friend account quickly flipped through and stopped on one page.

Natsume opened his eyes and broke out in a cold sweat when he saw the page with his name written on it.

The dense black spots almost completely occupied the entire page, leaving only a blank space the size of a fingernail, on which even the name could not be seen clearly.

And that small gap is still being occupied at a fast speed.

In just a few seconds, the entire sheet of paper was completely covered in black spots.

"Hiss—" The paper twisted as if struggling in pain, but the struggle was useless, the whole paper was torn directly from the middle.

In just a few seconds, the broken paper turned into powder, and the top of the friend's account was empty, as if nothing had ever existed here.

Natsume felt her heart beating violently, and an uncontrollable emotion clashed in her chest, like a running dolphin.

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