The villain's love literacy

"Sorry, what did you say?"

Sylvia showed a polite smile and resisted not pulling out the Zanpakutō.

Osamu Dazai stood on the spot, moved his hands in his coat pockets, the hem of his clothes and the tie of the windbreaker fluttered back and forth with his movements, he said again with a smile.

"Is Miss really a beauty? Can I ask Miss to die in love with me?"

Although they were far away, there was no smile or warmth in those iris eyes.

There are so many weirdos in this world.

But compared to the words of refusal that I wanted to say just now, it changed again when it came to my mouth.

"Okay, you can think about it, wait until the day I feel better."

Anyway, there is always a death, although I don't know when, but the last life has been so long, this time it should be faster, right?

With Aizen Soyousuke staring at her, she always felt that she would not live long.

This answer made the brown-haired young man pause for a moment, as if he didn't expect to get such a response, he froze on the spot for a while and didn't answer.

Osamu Dazai narrowed his eyes, this woman... Although she is still a young girl on the surface, it is not the eyes of an inexperienced child.

The clothes are not the same as they have seen before, but they are a bit similar to Fukuzawa Yukichi, the president of the Armed Detective Agency, but they are not exactly the same.

Are swords allowed in Japan now?She just swaggered down the street like this?I haven't heard of any new forces in Yokohama.

But just as the smile was about to disappear on his face, it immediately became brighter, and now the leaky high-tension line could no longer attract his attention.

The brown-haired youth quickly came to Sylvia and looked at her curiously.

"Really, really miss?"

She clasped her hands together with an expression of anticipation, and her voice reminded her of honey or silk. A girl with an ordinary mind would definitely not be able to resist such a coquettish and decadent temperament.

"Then we've made an agreement, do you want to exchange a contact information?"

"……I do not have a phone."

Sylvia said generously, seeing the smile on the young man's face pause for another second.

"But on the day I plan to die, I will come to you. I know where to find you."

He has spiritual power on him—and so does Fyodor, as long as the few humans who can see her have more or less special spiritual pressure, and this can be distinguished from ordinary people, the "spiritual network" is Able to concretize the band-shaped aura, used to distinguish the god of death from the ordinary soul, the "belt" of the god of death is red, and the "belt" of ordinary people is white, but now she can distinguish it through special means.

When I was in Russia before, I only had the concept of "Lingluo", and I learned it when I was studying in Mao, but she didn't think about it at all at the time-it was something that only the god of death could see. Possible to use this method?

However, after coming to Yokohama, when I tried to try it, I found that it was feasible. In this jurisdiction, she was the only god of death, but there were not many red "souls".

Even so much that it made her secretly startled.

Especially concentrated in a few places, one is the port, the other is an unremarkable detective agency, and the others are scattered and no organization has been found. These people should all have special abilities similar to Fyodor.

What is this young man in front of him?

Osamu Dazai wisely skipped this question. As a mafia, he would have stopped asking these secrets that should not involve him.When I first saw this woman from the corner of my eye, I thought she was my own kind, but now that I think about it, it seems that she is not.

"Okay, then at least tell the lady my name, Dazai, Dazai Osamu."

"Yayoi Asagiri."

Facing the young man who leaned over to look at him, Sylvia couldn't help but dodge back. Dazai Osamu had a fair face, and there was no wound on the exposed skin. She guessed that it was just some kind of "dress up" bandage.

"If you look carefully,"

He was speaking in that sweet tone again, but the words he spit out were extremely cold.

"Miss doesn't seem to have a 'heart'~"

Sylvia frowned, not understanding what he meant. There was more inquiry in those iris-colored eyes, and the young man was expecting her reaction.

No heart"?what does that mean?

"I do not know what you're talking about."

Is this his special ability, but her heart is still beating in her chest.

"Well, I don't know either."

Osamu Dazai suddenly narrowed his eyes and smiled, as if the cold sharpness revealed just now was not his own.

"It's just a sudden feeling, Miss, just think I'm talking nonsense!"

She never let go of her frown, because of politeness, she didn't show the expression of "is this person sick?".

Could it be that people who can see her are not normal?

After that, she left in a hurry because of the distant voice, and didn't pay attention to where the young man went, but she had a hunch that they would meet again.

Having said that, the orange-haired young man in front of him looked normal.

"You are already dead?"

Nakahara Chuya's expression was very serious, and he once again looked up and down everything about the girl in front of him, but apart from dressing a little differently from them, he also breathed and stood properly.

Is the soul real?

But if it is true that everyone has a soul, they will linger in the world after death, but Asagiri Yayoi is the only soul he has ever seen.

Seeing her nod frankly, Chuuya could only convince himself in his heart that this matter was true, and it was a fact that the two "sheep" members could not see her.

"Then can I touch you?"

Sylvia raised an arm, and the wide sleeve of the Shiba suit swept across the back of Chuya's hand.

"Look, it should be possible, do you feel it?"

He couldn't help taking a closer look at this suit again, it was definitely not the current style, even if it was a pedestrian street in the center of Yokohama, there would never be such a dress, plus her saber...

How many years has she been dead, before the knife restriction order came into being?But it has been more than 100 years, has she been lingering here?For a moment he wanted to ask, but he didn't know where he heard that it was impolite to ask a girl's age - even if she had become a soul, she was still a girl, right?

Seeing that Zhongyuan Zhongye was still vaguely understanding and thoughtful, she simply interrupted his thinking.

"Well, it's like this anyway, just get used to it, it's like you have a special ability for no reason, so I don't know what your ability is...?"

"It's similar to the ability to manipulate gravity."

The orange-haired young man muttered quickly, as if he didn't really want to mention it, and she didn't ask further when she saw it. It seems that some people don't like special things, and they will be troubled by special abilities.

At that time, Sylvia didn't know that Zhongyuanzhong was indeed special. Compared with other people's abilities, his abilities really had a "why".

"It seems that your friend still has something to tell you, so I won't disturb you for now."

The two children in the distance were looking for him, and before they could reply, Sylvia smiled lightly and flew up to the roof with ease, and walked all the way from the bungalows on Leibo Street to the concession area. The roof of the apartment above.

That touch of orange has turned into a small figure, and I can't see it clearly.

Nakahara also saw Yayoi Asagiri standing still, so he turned around. After the two boys finished speaking, his face became serious.

"Is it...the port mafia actually..."

Seeing the expectant eyes of the two people opposite him, he felt a sense of irritability for no reason. He didn't want to be the leader but was pushed to this position, and then everything depended on him.

He is not a god, and he also feels tired. It is not physically, but a little bit of pressure on the mind.

That feeling was getting heavier and heavier, but when he talked with Yayoi Asagiri just now, it was as if he had forgotten all those troubles, and he was relaxed. He hadn't felt so light for a long time.

Now those annoying feelings came back, and I couldn't get rid of them.

If possible, he still wants to talk to her a few more words, but he doesn't know how to keep her.

Now they are just strangers who have exchanged names.

Does it look more adrift because it is a soul?She does look light and ethereal, and her voice is ethereal. The figure jumping down from the roof is as light as a leopard cat. Every time he tries to catch up with that figure, she floats away briskly. .

And he can only stay where he is - in this place called Leibo Street, waiting for the next encounter.

After the three of them finished talking about the port mafia, Zhongyuan Zhong also turned around, and there was no longer a standing figure on the house above the concession.

She disappeared again.

At noon the next day, when he was about to finish his lunch, he heard a slight "creak" sound from the roof, which was completely different from the sound of an iron fan blowing when the wind blows.

Nakahara Chuya left and stood up, and then saw the figure he had been waiting for through the window.

He originally wanted to go to the place he saw every time after eating to try his luck, but this time she found his house directly.

When he heard the knock on the door, the orange-haired young man couldn't help showing a smile. He put the bread next to the mineral water bottle, and walked over to open the door.

"I guess you're here."

Sylvia exclaimed as soon as she saw the orange color through the crack of the opened door, and then met the cobalt blue pupils.

"If you don't mind, I will bother you."

"of course."

Nakahara Chuya's eyes softened unconsciously, and he opened the door to get out of the way.

"Please come in."

She looked around at the small house - but honestly, based on her knowledge of Japan, it was actually pretty good.Yokohama in this world is also a place where every inch of land is expensive, and the small apartment in the city center may not be as spacious as here.

The furniture is unexpectedly small, as are the daily necessities. If she didn't know that Zhong would live here, she would have thought it would be a house for rent.

His gaze fell on the freshly unpacked bread on the table and the bottle of mineral water next to it—it was so conspicuous, Sylvia frowned disapprovingly.

"Is this your lunch?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also coughed, nodded and remained silent.

He has always come here like this, all the children here are, if they have the time to cook, they might as well do more work to make money.

"That won't do."

Almost speaking in a reproachful tone.

"Boys are growing up now, how can they only eat these?"

"If you don't pay attention to balanced nutrition, you will not grow taller!"

She was intimidated.