Mori Chef's self-cultivation

There is a small monitor hidden in the dress skirt of the pink-haired girl.

Others may not know it, but Osamu Dazai, who is the instigator, will never forget it, and he can find it at a glance.

But at this moment, the "Kurihara Wataru" in front of him copied all the details of the deity, but because he didn't know the inside story, he inadvertently created a loophole that only he could see through.

However, it seems to make sense to use "the monitor was found during the hostage search, so the enemy forcibly dismantled it".

But in that case, at least some rough traces should be left, right?

No, there is absolutely no damage at all.

In other words, indeed, as he thought, Kurihara reached a cooperation with "mimic" before, trying to get something from him.In the end, I don’t know what was going on, and I became interested in the black leader of Hong Kong on the way, so I resolutely turned my back on the water, and persuaded Alice to change into her appearance to negotiate with him...

——Ah, looking at it this way, Mr. Mori is really a young man.

No need to witness it with your own eyes, just a little bit of detail is enough to deduce the whole process. The smile of the black-haired boy did not change, as if he didn't know that the supernatural body was here to help him, and continued to urge him "not knowing what to do".

"Oh, you're too far away, let's get closer~"

"Troublesome guy..."

At any time, Alice could not get used to his reassuring expression, and immediately expressed her true dislike, and reluctantly walked towards his side.

The men in the back watched her every movement with rapt attention.

Although "Narrow Gate" can predict the next five seconds or so, it is only limited to a crisis state and cannot completely cheat. Otherwise, he would not need to work hard on his own, and he can dominate the world directly by following the guidance of his abilities.

In the line of sight, two good-looking little guys are whispering together, just looking at the picture is quite harmonious, like two cats licking each other, and occasionally glance in his direction, really chatting with female JK The pictures of the various shortcomings of the boys in the same class are vividly displayed.

Gide:? ? ?

——I feel that you are implicating me, and you have the evidence... No, these two people didn't say anything serious at all, did they?

He waited with his arms around his shoulders for about 5 minutes, then lost his patience, and simply stepped forward to interrupt their conversation, "It's just asking where the "that" thing is, so there's no need to waste too much time, right? "

"Mr. Dazai is a bit unwilling to hand it over, so I have to do some ideological work." The supernatural body in disguise controlled the urge to roll his eyes, obviously sincerely unwilling to deal with the boss, and even his tone became coquettish For a few minutes, he directly took up the grievances for the fairy cat he liked, "It takes at least some basic patience to treat 'I' as a laborer and reap the benefits of a fisherman? In my opinion, people like you are totally It can't be a big deal."

"you……"

After all, he is a man who has experienced great storms. Rather than anger, he feels more confusion and disobedience, as if something unknown is happening before his eyes.

The ominous premonition is getting stronger and stronger.

He subconsciously put his hands on the pink-haired girl's shoulders, trying to stop the accident before it happened.

Unexpectedly, the opponent's movements were faster than him, but instead of resisting, he took the initiative to hold Dazai Osamu's face with his hands, as if saying goodbye, which made the whole scene quite beautiful.

But what she said was still very ruthless, even bad.

"—You must be very happy to be one step closer to the death you dreamed of, Dazai-kun?"

"Happy or something..."

The black-haired young man who is keen to die raised his face, looked at her gradually disintegrating afterimage with iris-colored eyes containing a little boredom, and couldn't help but let out a long sigh of negativity and sabotage: "I don't have that feeling, who wants to be a tool?" Man, damn Mr. Mori..."

The black cloak that was originally draped over Alice's body fell down, which happened to create enough visual blind spots, so that the silver-haired man who followed him could not detect his small movements in the first place.

A scalpel suddenly flashed with the disappearance of the supernatural body, and fell into his palm—in order to prevent the hostages from escaping, the soldiers naturally used the most professional binding skills, but they still failed to prevent his dexterous hands from escaping. .

Pressing the slightly cool metal with his fingertips, he adjusted his direction slightly, sent it forward, and stabbed straight at Gide's abdomen.

The scalpel precisely wiped the upper edge of the black covering, without the slightest deviation or sound.

Gide had no time to investigate the mystery of the disappearance of his allies, so he instinctively clamped down on the seemingly slender and innocuous wrist of the black-haired boy, keeping the gleaming blade at a distance of five centimeters away from him.

Of course, Zhan Wuzha's surprise attack alone couldn't hurt him half a point.

But the opponent's purpose doesn't stop there.

Mori Ogai hid the intelligence of himself and the high-level port mafia very well. Except for the fact that Zhongya Chuya's name as "Gravity Envoy" is too famous to keep secret, what are the abilities of the rest of the people? Said it was an unsolved mystery.

The "mimic" organization that traveled across the ocean to Yokohama was even more in a state of black eyes.

And the man who is the leader relies too much on his own abilities. He probably never dreamed that there is an ultimate anti-abilities person who can eliminate all abilities in the world.

The "narrow gate" fails.

Even though he wholeheartedly seeks the method of liberation and feels that he possesses the highest level of consciousness, at this moment, he reveals the bewilderment and bewilderment that belong to human beings, breaking his usual numb expression.

"you……"

"For me, I really hate pain."

Maybe it was because he held him too tightly, causing the young man with special abilities to frown slightly, and accused him with a long voice in displeasure: "Can you hurry up—"

A piercing sound suddenly sounded from behind.

At the same time, the man who was disturbed by the successive occurrences of situations beyond his cognition and "disqualification in the world" finally realized belatedly that Osamu Dazai was not looking at himself, but somewhere behind him.

He was deceived by the alluring illusion of "bait".

I don't know when the real murderous intention lurking here broke out in an instant. Taking advantage of the unsuitable stage when he couldn't predict the trajectory of the battle, the opponent pulled out the fishing line under his skirt, like making a marionette, and entangled it layer by layer. his neck and arms.

Its toughness and sturdiness are by no means comparable to ordinary cotton threads.

When cutting into the skin, not only will the victim feel pain, but you can even hear the terrible "creaking" sound of them sinking into the flesh, as if stabbing the flesh with a blunt knife.

"Well--!!!"

Even if his body has been tempered for a long time, his head will not be strangled by the fishing line, but he will be easily trapped by the suffocation caused by the lack of oxygen, and become a sad prey who cannot think and lack the rules to resist.

Gide let go of his hand reflexively, and pulled the source of danger between his neck.

The moment he let go of the black-haired boy, a lot of predictive information suddenly flooded into his head.

The independent still space that was so precious to him in the past has become a tormenting thing now.

The lethality brought by the fishing line extended infinitely, like a deep curse, following him like a shadow, bringing suffering and disaster.

Because of his posture, he couldn't see the specific moves of the person behind him, so he could only judge the opponent's movements based on his experience in fighting.The strange thing is that the guy who attacked him seems to have a similar ability to him. No matter how he fights back, he can block it first, and then punish him in endless ways.

If it weren't for the opponent's insidious opening, he would have mistakenly thought it was the destiny he was looking for.

But...he didn't want to recognize the guy who fought by crooked methods at all.

"Only winners are qualified to judge others."

The little devil, who was controlling the fishing line with one hand, dragged back forcefully, causing his tall body to collapse like a mountain, and kept approaching his position.

The part separated by layers of clothing was alright, at most there was a sense of tightness that couldn't contain blood, but the exposed skin suffered a lot and burst open one after another.

The bright red blood color is like a gorgeous wintersweet flower blooming suddenly.

In fact, not only Gide, but also the slender fingers that controlled the fishing line suffered, and turned into a bloodstained miserable appearance, dripping down with warm blood drops.

Its owner seemed to lack pain nerves, allowing the thin wires that became weapons to be embedded in the palm, outlining a cobweb-like dense bloody path.

"The loser, go to hell and repent."

——Anyway, they are all demons with countless human life debts, so there is no need to talk about martial arts.

Assassination weapons condensed with supernatural powers emerged out of thin air. There were so many of them that they almost covered half of the room, completely blocking every way to survive.

Although the predictive ability is very strong, it also has a fatal weakness.

When the opponent has superb field control and calculation capabilities, as well as the ability to personally apply them to actual combat, if they are deployed quickly and accurately, it will be enough to cover the future previewed by "Narrow Gate" time and time again.

In the final analysis, supernatural powers are limited, but the minds of smart people can expand infinitely.

The pink-haired boy looked at Gide's tense back, and his bright blue eyes reflected the radiance of supernatural weapons. For a moment, there was a sense of beauty derived from being deeply immersed in the killing atmosphere, which was particularly fanatical and moving.

Gamblers, lunatics, murderers...

He was completely overwhelmed by all kinds of sex, which made him unable to accept himself who was too addicted to it for a while.

But this time it's okay.

Because of "Mr. Dean", Mr. Mori has agreed to let him go.

The ever-increasing light spread, rendering the world in his eyes into a boundless and extremely bright field. Anyone who stepped into it would be targeted by overwhelming killing intent, and ended up with no bones left on the spot.

Excitement mixed with trembling suddenly rushed into the nerves, bringing up waves of electric current, reaching the most extreme fingertips, making the little finger tremble with joy.

It's been a long time since I felt this feeling.

"call--"

Kurihara let out a breath, and the next moment, he let go of the fishing line that was restraining the man, held a short knife in one hand, then jumped up, and began to strangle the strong man who was a lot taller than him.

The weapons in the room attacked at the same time as he commanded.

"--Welcome to my world."

"Then, please sleep peacefully, Mr. Gide."