All the cp I knocked in Yokohama came true

Shinomiya She also didn't know that his vest was crumbling.

He sat on the sofa, picked up the European-style ceramic teacup, and lightly took a sip of the red-brown tea soup.

On the opposite side, Dongfang Jousuke sat on a small bench, with his knees folded and his hands on his knees. The boy was about 1.8 meters tall, and his legs occupied more than half of it. On the front of the chest, a pair of bright blue eyes blinked, with long and dense eyelashes, looking extremely innocent.Thick eyebrows and high nose, because of the mixed race, he has a thick face, which is the favorite of little girls now.

"Tell me, what is that big powder-blue thing behind you?"

The big pink-blue thing—[Crazy Diamond], like a spirit behind it, stuck behind Higashija Jousuke. Hearing what Shinomiya Shinomiya said, he blinked aggrievedly, and suddenly puckered his mouth.

Shinomiya She also tensed his face, trying not to show a smile.

"As a stand-in, it's a bit like the superpowers that everyone in Yokohama has." Higashika Josuke relayed everything Kujo Jotaro told him to Shinomiya Shinomiya.

A stand-in is a kind of life force of a person. In addition to being born or inherited, it can also be stimulated by external forces such as golden arrows.The substitute has a certain shape, and the person who owns the substitute is called the substitute messenger, and only the substitute messenger can see each other's substitute.

"According to you..." Si Gongshe was also stunned for a moment, and he looked up at [Crazy Diamond] again, "I can also be regarded as a stand-in messenger now."

Dongfang Jousuke hesitated to speak, he already knew that Teacher Sigong had been scratched by an arrow, but he has not seen a substitute for Teacher Sigong, and...

"Mr. Sigong, what is your substitute ability?"

"It should be some kind of setting, and there are too few reference objects, so I can't be sure." Just kidding, Shinomiya Shinomiya wrote a book on the setting of ABO and flower vomiting, not counting casual essays, there are as many as five or six books , "However, the double you mentioned... I have never seen it."

The substitute is not necessarily in the shape of a person, it may be a strange purple vine, or it may be a small remote control plane... As for Shinomiya Shibuya's substitute, Dongfang Josuke has some guesses.

"Ms. Shinomiya..."

But before he could express his conjecture, the cell phone that Shinomiya She also put on the coffee table rang suddenly.

The familiar reminder of the incoming call made Shinomiya Tsuruya stop the "interrogation" of Josuke. He stood up and connected the phone, "Hey, do you have time to call me?"

Dazai Osamu was not shy at all, and said confidently: "Of course not, I came to you because I have something to do!"

"Oh." Shinomiya Shinomiya wanted to hang up on this false plastic friendship, but he was curious, "How is the progress between you and Chuya?"

Hearing the gossip, Jousuke Dongfang on the bench secretly pricked up his ears.

Shinomiya She is also so familiar with his expression that almost as soon as Dongfang Jousuke's expression moved, Shinomiya She could see through what the young man was thinking. He stood up, circled the living room, walked to the bedroom, and closed it with his backhand. Come to the door to prevent Dongfang students from learning strange things from bad men.

Osamu Dazai's hair was disheveled, his voice was a little weak, and he squatted miserable in the toilet, listening to the "bang bang" knocking on the door.

"What's going on? It's so noisy over there..." Shinomiya She also took the phone away.

Osamu Dazai wrapped himself tightly in the sand-colored windbreaker. There was only so much fabric on his body. He squatted pitifully in the corner, like a wilted mushroom, with his bare feet stuck to the cold tiles. His face was pale, but his face was flushed strangely, because his cold and blue lips were moist and moist, and there was a clear bite mark on his lower lip, and a trace of blood was split open.

"Sinomiya, why did your ability activate again?" Dazai Osamu looked back at the not-so-strong toilet door, the door panel could withstand even an earthquake, it was as crisp as a potato chip in a child's hand at the moment, and the cracks came from the door. The place spread little by little, Osamu Dazai raised his eyes and looked at the narrow window, unless he practiced the bone shrinking skill, or was cut into pieces, otherwise he would not be able to go out from here at all.

Shinomiya also heard this, and immediately understood that his ability had been inadvertently activated again. Fortunately, Akutagawa's flower vomiting disease had already been cured by Atsushi Nakajima, but this time... Every time, the onset of abilities was accompanied by the emergence of a new round of settings, and Shinomiya She also suddenly discovered that his previous bad premonition did not seem to be an illusion.

In this case, the person who exists is...

A scene flashed in Shinomiya Shibuya's mind for an instant - the leader of Mori Ogai who left frowning on the side of the street.

Mori Ogai, the largest underworld organization in Yokohama, the leader of the port mafia...

No way? ? ?

"Sinomiya, Sinomiya!!" Dazai Osamu heard that there was no sound at this end, and his whole body was like a cat about to be bathed. His expression became more and more bleak, his coat color lost luster, and his eyes gradually became hollow. "Tell me quickly, The ABO setting you wrote, is there any way for people to wake up from this state and keep rational?"

The speed of his speech became faster and faster, and the sound of knocking on the door became faster and faster, like bursts of rapid drumbeats.

Oh?

Shinomiya She also raised his eyebrows, and said in a playful tone, "You mean Omega's estrous state?"

ABO is a general term for setting, and each author will also add his own new setting to it when creating. As I said before, Shinomiya Tsuru has also written many ABO-setting novels, some of which are his own. If it is troublesome, the setting is simply a common one, written exactly the same, and there are some unique personal hobbies added to satisfy my whims.

Osamu Dazai has already started to think, whether it is faster for him to commit suicide in the toilet now, or for Chuya to break the door faster.

"In most cases, as long as you find Alpha, do... ahem, mark, you can calm down."

"Most of the cases?" Osamu Dazai was keenly aware of the strangeness.

Shinomiya also sat down in front of the desk, his materials were spread out on the table, and opened the categories divided by the ABO label, and Shinomiya's crimson eyes glanced at the black text line by line, "There is still a blend of breath, sign Covenant, taking drugs and..."

"And?" Osamu Dazai stared at the door with trepidation, he turned the diamond ring on his left hand, thoughtfully.

"And . . . there is another category that is completely out of control and cannot be eliminated at all, except for brief moments of sobriety."

No way, Eighteen Forbidden, can you still expect Shinomiya Sheto to write any complicated and profound details?You know, how delicate and literary are the articles under his pen name Si Gong, while the books under Gao Huang's pen name are rough and obscene.

"No way?" Osamu Dazai laughed dryly.

"No." Sigong She also said with a guilty conscience, "Look, think about it, after being hit by my ability last time, didn't you also solve it safely?"

Speaking of this, Dazai Osamu snorted again, "Last time, it was because Shinomiya, Atsushi, and Akutagawa entered the supernatural space, so it was temporarily interrupted..."

Shinomiya also wanted to say something, only to hear a loud crash from the other end of the phone, followed by Osamu Dazai softly muttering, "Oh no..."

Before he finished speaking, the phone was hung up, and only the blind voice of "beep" came.

Shinomiya also seems to be able to think of what happened on the other side. I don't know whether it is Dazai Osamu's happiness or Dazai Osamu's misfortune. The wish is over. It is important to finally grasp the thing that you want to hold tightly in your palm, but Listening to the movement just now, I don't know if the next time I see Osamu Dazai, will he still get out of bed?

Do you deserve to be called Dazai Osamu, or Mr. Nakahara with the strongest combat power?

Shinomiya She also had divergent thoughts. He flipped through the notebook in front of him bit by bit. The materials that had appeared in the book and hadn't appeared in the book were flipping through the pages in front of his eyes like slides. The clues of the past were like a thread The lines were connected in series, and gradually became clear in his mind. He suddenly had an intuition that the source of all these abilities seemed to come from the first book completed under the pen name of Gao Huangse...

"Boom boom boom!"

The door was knocked, Dongfang Jousuke glanced at the door, and called out loudly, "Teacher Shinomiya?"

It seems that they are from Hong Kong and Heilongjiang.

Shinomiya She also closed the ledger, and pushed open the bedroom door. Dongfang Jousuke gave him a slightly nervous look. He didn't speak, but his eyes could pour out all the things in his heart.

"It's for me, it's okay." Shinomiya She also reassured, "I may have to go out for a while, don't wait for me for dinner, the turtle in the guest room—"

Higashika Josuke couldn't help but grimaced when he heard that green reptile.

Shinomiya She also pretended not to see, "Remember to feed."

"Oh."

The door opened, and the gray-haired young man stood at the door, still dressed in black. Compared with before, his pale face faded slightly, and his sense of morbidity was slightly reduced. He no longer looked like a sick dog, but looked like a slightly sick dog. Just ordinary people with sick faces.

"Mr. Shinomiya." Akutagawa Ryunosuke nodded and greeted politely.

Shinomiya also nodded back, "Akutagawa-kun, are you leaving now?"

Surprised by Shinomiya Shinomiya's indifference and understanding, Akutagawa Ryunosuke didn't show much emotion on his face. He is used to seeing smart people around him, so it's not uncommon for him to guess today's invitation.

"Um...excuse me..." Higashikata Jousuke popped up from behind, his tall figure just enough to expose his face from the top of Shinomiya Shinomiya's head, "How long will Mr. Shinomiya be going?" ?”

"I don't know for now." Akutagawa Ryunosuke responded coldly.

"It's nothing serious." Shinomiya Shinomiya also patted Dongfang Jousuke's shoulder, "Stay in my room, don't rummage, don't run around, understand?"

"Oh." How is that possible, Dongfang Jousuke smiled on the surface, "I see, Mr. Shinomiya."

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Once again came to the Hong Kong and Hei Building, and again to the chief's office.

Shinomiya She is also sure that, as an ordinary person who is not a member of the mafia, he definitely comes to this place most frequently.

"Sigong-kun, we meet again."

It seems Mori Ogai thinks so too.

Shinomiya Shibuya has been observing Mori Ogai's situation from the first moment he stepped into the chief's office, and he has not shown the "illness" that Nakahara Chuya and Akutagawa Ryunosuke showed. Mori Ogai and normal people correct.

Is it because I guessed wrong?

Shinomiya Shinomiya's question only hovered in his mind for a second. After seeing the colorful book on Mori Ogai's desk, full of sensuality, hard to bear to look directly at, and making people blush and heartbeat, the four Gong She also confirmed the conjecture in his heart.

"I wanted to say it's been a while, but when I think about it, it seems like it's only been one day since we last met?"

Shinomiya She also sat down on the soft chair, and perfunctorily took a sip of the black tea that was presented—exactly the same as the one he drank in the hotel.

Discontinued?

"To be precise, we only met at noon yesterday, leader Mori Ogai."

Mori Ogai let out an oh, like an old man with a bad memory, who recalled the experience only after being reminded, "That's right, I happened to read a few novels by Mr. Shinomiya today, and I would like to ask Mr. Shinomiya to help me explain. "

With the fingertips wrapped in white gloves, he picked up a novel on the table. It was the first novel published by Shinomiya Shibuya as Takarashi, and it was a collection of short stories. The first English song has the same name - lustforlife.

"Sentinel, guide..." The pages of the book flipped open, crashing, and stopped on a certain page. Mori Ogai raised his eyelids, and a cold light flashed past, "I am a little confused about this setting."

The author has something to say: Ergeng, my liver, my liver is dying...