All the cp I knocked in Yokohama came true

"Secret love...object?" Atsushi Nakajima subconsciously repeated Shinomiya Tetsuya's words in a low voice.

He subconsciously looked to the side, but saw the vicious dog looking back hastily.

In the next second, Akutagawa's arm was pulled away from his palm like an electric shock.

Atsushi Nakajima:? ? ?

Akutagawa, what does this mean?Afraid of being heard by me?

Or...is his crush someone I know?No, Akutagawa, does he have a crush?

Atsushi Nakajima froze in place, thinking for a long time as if his head was muddled, and finally grasped the train of thought from the mess.

"Mr. Shinomiya...does this, this have anything to do with that haemorrhoid?"

"No."

At the same time, Akutagawa answered coldly, his voice seemed to have just bounced back from the depths of the Arctic ice cave.

Shinomiya She also looked left and right with a subtle expression. After a while, he turned his back and quickly took out the notebook—the recording material—from his pocket.

Flower vomiting, a fictional setting in the novel, people who have a crush on others will spit out flower petals because of unrequited love. The only cure is to get a kiss from the crush, otherwise, the sick person will continue to suffer from illness. die aggravated.

Although the setting of flower vomiting disease can often be seen in novels, but real people show this scene in front of their eyes. It is impossible for any writer to let go of the urge to record this material, let alone describe this setting several times. The four palaces are fixed.

After he finished describing the scene with astonishing speed, he exhaled and turned around, raising his eyebrows lightly, "No?"

The subordinates stood there curiously, with their ears pricked higher and their heads lower than the other, for fear of missing Master Akutagawa's gossip.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke got rid of the state of blooming flowers, and stood by the lamppost with a gloomy face at this moment, he turned his head viciously, his eyes flicked over the tops of those heads.

"What are you still doing here, go back."

His voice was not loud, with a slight hoarseness, but no one present dared to resist his order. Several people looked at each other quietly, and finally bowed and left.

"I don't think I can explain clearly, Akutagawa-kun." Shinomiya She also slowly put the pen and paper into his pocket, with a tone that had nothing to do with him, "This matter is related to your life and death. If you delay, I don't know why. Sometimes you will die, and the reason for this symptom-is because you have a crush on someone."

Flower vomiting is a disease with a time limit, but the time limit is not so short that if you don't kiss for a while, you will die.Akutagawa Ryunosuke's face darkened, his hands on both sides of his body slowly clenched into fists, and he turned away, still not answering Shinomiya Shinomiya's question, "Life or death is my business, and... ..."

He raised his eyes suddenly, his dark gray pupils seemed to be stained with ink, they were astonishingly black, "How do you know this?"

Without waiting for Shinomiya Tsukasa to answer, Nakajima Atsushi reacted first, "Yes, Mr. Shinomiya, this...can't be your supernatural power again!"

Hearing the words, the black beast was ready to move, raised its sharp claws, and approached Shinomiya Shibuya.

Shinomiya spread her hands, "That's right, but I can't control it."

"It's okay, let's go find Mr. Dazai." Atsushi Nakajima put his hands together, he recalled the incident with Mr. Nakahara before, "Akutagawa, let's..."

"No." Akutagawa gritted his teeth, and directly vetoed Atsushi Nakajima without a chance to speak.

No matter what, he won't ask Dazai-san to help, absolutely not, and he won't even die...

Atsushi Nakajima couldn't understand Akutagawa's face, but even Shinomiya Tsuru who was standing beside him could see clearly that Akutagawa's face changed after the words "Mr. Dazai" appeared, "If it's Mr. Dazai, directly Let him eliminate it..."

"Bang!" The hem of the clothes controlled by [Rashomon] hit the ground heavily, Atsushi Nakajima was startled, jumped up hastily, narrowly avoided the fatal attack.

"What are you doing?" Atsushi Nakajima looked at Akutagawa behind the smoke in astonishment—his complexion became paler, and a more prominent morbidity emerged from his face.

Atsushi Nakajima belatedly remembered Akutagawa's past with Mr. Dazai, Akutagawa's strange attachment to Mr. Dazai...

Speaking of which, the person Akutagawa and I both know, the person he has a crush on but refuses to talk to, is the reason why he would never go to Mr. Dazai...

Atsushi Nakajima's arms instantly swelled, and the white and black tiger stripes covered his furry arms. He bounced and landed in front of Ryunosuke Akutagawa.

Perhaps it was because of the weakness brought about by flower vomiting, Akutagawa Ryunosuke was not able to isolate the little tiger immediately.

He watched helplessly as the irresistible force grasped Xu's forearm and grabbed his other arm from behind.

"What are you doing?" He struggled, and lifted the hem of his clothes like a spider's claw, about to pierce Renhu's arm.

The little tiger behind him raised his voice, and shouted to Shinomiya She who was confused and didn't know why they fought again: "I see, Mr. Shinomiya!"

Although I really want to help you hide it, but the long-term pain is not as good as the short-term pain.

The struggling Akutagawa Ryunosuke and Shinomiya Tsuru who were watching the play were also silent, and they held their breaths to hear Nakajima Atsushi's shout from his dantian:

"Akutagawa has a crush on Mr. Dazai!"

"...Crush on Mr. Dazai!"

"... Mr. Jae!"

The echoes swayed layer by layer, bouncing back and forth between the gaps in the tall buildings, and the reverberations curled up endlessly.

The group of black-clothed subordinates who had just rushed out from the Hong Kong Building was dumbfounded. The leading blonde beauty Higuchi Ichiyo fell to her knees with a plop, as if she had heard the bad news of the end of the world. She lost her color and her eyes were dull , subconsciously roaring back:

"Impossible! Akutagawa-senpai cannot possibly like Osamu Dazai!"

"...I like Osamu Dazai!"

"......rule!"

Now, everyone in the Hong Kong and Black Building heard it.

Atsushi Nakajima, covering his face, grabbed one with each hand, and fled the scene quickly like a gust of wind.

"Where is Osamu Dazai?" Shinomiya Shinomiya is now the only one among the three whose brain can function normally.

Akutagawa would rather die than say anything, and Shinomiya Shinomiya is too embarrassed to tease him, although he can see Akutagawa Ryunosuke's feelings for Nakajima Atsushi, but the relationship is his own after all It was decided that no matter how much others serve as advisers and help, it will not help.

Atsushi Nakajima stopped in a panic and recalled: "I called Mr. Dazai in the morning. He said that there is a task to be done today, but the specific address...I'd better call and ask."

Ryunosuke Akutagawa didn't speak any more along the way, but at this moment he shook his shoulders, shook Atsushi Nakajima's claws off his shoulders, and stood aside with a cold face.

He was covered in air-conditioning, his eyes were taboo, and he didn't even look to the other side, as if his eyeballs were made of magnets, and the magnetic field happened to repel at the same pole as Atsushi Nakajima.

"Hello? Is this Mr. Dazai?"

Atsushi Nakajima dialed the phone, pacing on the curb like a cat.

"Why don't you say it?" Shinomiya Shinomiya shook the oolong tea in his hand - he just bought it from a vending machine and gave it to Ryunosuke Akutagawa, "If you don't say anything, you may never have the chance to say it in your life."

He clasped his index finger, opened the can with one hand, and drank slowly, "Don't you think this is a good opportunity?"

Akutagawa Ryunosuke lowered his head, the oolong tea in his hand was air-conditioned, and a thin layer of frost condensed on the body of the bottle, which was melted by his not-so-warm palms. He raised his eyes, and Atsushi Nakajima turned his back to him, with the long strap behind him Dragging, like a black tail, trembling with every step.As soon as the footsteps stopped, the toe of the shoe turned, and Akutagawa looked back before that, not to look at Atsushi Nakajima who turned around.

"Cough, cough." He lowered his voice, and couldn't help but let out a few more petals from between his lips.

"have a finger in the pie."

Shinomiya She also leaned against the railing beside the road, with an elegant posture as if in a tea room, holding the tea drink in both hands, and took a sip leisurely.

"Both of you are so troublesome." He suddenly remembered something, his eyes lit up, and he blinked quickly, "You may not believe me, I think your Mr. Dazai will most likely not help you with this."

"that......"

During the conversation, Atsushi Nakajima came over with a confused face mixed with worry and anger after finishing the phone call.

"What's wrong?" Shinomiya She couldn't help reaching out and touching the little tiger's dejected head, "What did Dazai say?"

"Mr. Dazai said..." Atsushi Nakajima raised his eyes, and thought he was secretly looking at Ryunosuke Akutagawa's expression, "He said—"

"I won't cancel Sigong's ability."

Outside the dilapidated and dangerous building, bushes and weeds were overgrown. A few crows stood on the telephone pole, looking down curiously at the people who walked out of the door.

Osamu Dazai held the information he had just obtained from the forgery expert in one hand, straddled a rotten log in the middle of the road with great difficulty, and saw the slowly flowing river on the other side of the street, "Oh, there is a river over there." Super perfect river, I will die first, goodbye, Dunjun!"

The phone hangs up.

"Damn it, bastard, mackerel, shark freak..."

The sound of cursing came from Dazai Osamu's other arm——

It is also in the Central Plains.

His whole body is boneless, half-hanging on Dazai's shoulder, supported only by the opponent's arm, but the damned Dazai insisted on grabbing that hand from behind him - you know, he and Dazai's There is a full 21 cm height difference! ! !He felt that his feet were hanging in the air now!

Nakahara was also blushing, he wanted to run away, but he couldn't help approaching, the thread that was pulled back and forth confused his mind, only the last trace of self-esteem and dissatisfaction with Dazai Osamu's action supported his sobriety.

"It's more serious than last time. It seems that Sigong's ability has become stronger."

Osamu Dazai whispered to himself, turned sideways, and threw away the stack of documents—he had already memorized what he needed anyway.

He moved his arm, and Zhong, who had never been so obedient before, approached like this.

He stretched out his hand, caught Nakahara Chuya's chin with the tiger's mouth, and lifted the opponent's face up.

Nakahara Chuya's consciousness was close to fuzzy, he couldn't distinguish any situation in front of him, he could only smell the deadly, alluring aroma that seemed to belong to him by nature.

"smell good."

Osamu Dazai chuckled, seeing the little dwarf in front of him in a daze, the next second, his eyes widened and he couldn't laugh anymore.

The steamy, wet lips hit his chin hard as Nakahara Chuya threw himself on him.

Then, the lip slit opened and bit his chin without hesitation!