How I was forced to be the villain

As soon as he went out, Jing Yeyan was thinking about whether to take the person to the blind corner of the surveillance system to stun him or to follow him to the destination first before doing anything, when Mr. Tsushima next to him quickly slashed down with a knife.

The waiter leading the way didn't make a sound at all, and fell directly to the ground.

Kyonoyan subconsciously looked at the cameras around him.

Mr. Tsushima didn't feel anything wrong at all, squatted down and groped on the waiter, found a room card, and put it in his pocket.

"Are you scared?" Dazai Osamu smiled at Kyono Yan, pulled the young man who seemed to be scared, and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "Don't be afraid, as long as you are honest, I will do everything won't do it."

Kyono Yan resisted the desire to roll his eyes, felt the muzzle of the gun on his waist in the blind spot of his sight, and nodded peacefully.

"So good." Mr. Tsushima put away the dangerous aura that just came out for a moment, pulled Kyono Yan past the poor waiter lying on the ground, and swaggered around this secret place.

Sensing the hesitation of the person behind him, Mr. Tsushima said in a relaxed tone: "Ask me why I don't avoid surveillance? It doesn't need to be so troublesome. Even if they are found out, they won't do anything to me. They just want to get rid of that person." Take a good look at the secret base of the organization, if he is there, he will definitely stop us."

"And, don't you also have such a plan?"

Kyonoyan raised his eyes to look at him.

"Don't look at me that way, your eyes have been on that man's neck just now, it's obvious."

"......what do you want."

Mr. Tsushima smiled reassuringly, unlike the pressing step just now, his tone slowed down: "Relax, we all know each other's little secret, don't you think it's safer this way?"

"..."

"Speaking of which, you seem to be very interested in divine blood just now, where have you seen it before?" Mr. Tsushima asked casually.

While memorizing the road here, the outline of the building has been roughly outlined, and some closed areas can also be completed by calculation, while listening to Mr. Tsushima's question, Kyono began to wonder what this guy wants to do.

Dazai Osamu should be an undercover agent who came in to investigate the case. Meeting him can only be said to be a coincidence, but he should already be a dead person in his heart. In front of him, there is not even ashes left, and he suddenly saw a person who should have died. A person who is still on a dangerous mission, would want to... test his identity?

Thinking of what identity he died in, Jing Yeyan felt that most people would not want to see him still alive in this world. Just imagine—the boss who spent a lot of effort to find out the strategy and ask foreign aid to kill him. , Suddenly telling you that he has entered the second stage of collapsed mood.

In other words, once he appears in Yokohama now, the biggest possibility is to cause a large-scale pursuit, which is why he didn't make a big announcement. Who knows if his former friend has now become an endless enemy?

Facing Osamu Dazai, he himself had no idea, would he also want to kill him?

The other party's silence made Mr. Tsushima's eyes darken. He didn't continue to ask, but asked his name instead.

"Maeda called you Yanyan, we have been together for so long, and we still don't know your full name?"

After finishing speaking, he said with a hearty smile: "My name is Shuji Tsushima. I haven't joined this organization for a long time, maybe not as long as you."

"But you are a senior official than me." Jingyeyan continued smoothly.

Mr. Tsushima's smile froze, and he puffed up his face, "I told you my name."

"Si Yan."

"Eh?"

After being dragged away for a while, Jing Yeyan couldn't keep up physically, so he had to lean on the other party, and his voice became much softer: "Didn't you say it?"

"Si Yan?" Mr. Tsushima whispered softly, as if touching a delicate rose.

"Yeah." Jing Yeyan felt a little disappointed. He used to use a pseudonym and the other party used his real name, but now it's the other way around.

He took a few breaths, calmed down his heartbeat and said, "You can just call me by my first name. I don't like people calling me by my full name directly, or by my surname alone."

He and the general looked at each other and hated each other. He heard that he took the general's surname, and the general hated him. In fact, he himself didn't like it very much.

There are tens of thousands of surnames in the world, so what if the surname is Dostoevsky?

It is said that people can't choose their own origins, but this is just right, he can choose himself.

For some reason, Mr. Tsushima was silent for a long time, and instead of calling his name, he said: "Your name is quite unique, it seems that you are not Japanese?"

"Me? I'm a celestial being." Jingoyan teased half-truths.

Come from the stars, isn't it a celestial being?

Mr. Tsushima smiled lowly, thinking: "I heard that if he stole the feather coat of the heavenly man, he can't go back to heaven. Whoever takes the feather coat can be with the heavenly man forever. This is true. Is it?"

Jing Yeyan pretended to be thoughtful, and suddenly smiled, "Idiot, how can people steal things from heaven and man? It's not because heaven and man deliberately condoned... They just wanted you to steal it."

"If it weren't for you, the heavenly man's feather coat would never be lost."

After saying this sentence, Kyono Yan was taken aback by Mr. Tsushima's eyes. It was an indescribable feeling that made him feel like he was suddenly caught by something and couldn't move.

"Hey you--"

Mr. Tsushima suddenly grabbed him, pushed him into a corner, pressed him against the wall, trapped him between his arms, lowered his head, and looked at him carefully.

Suddenly being stared at like this, Jing Yeyan wanted to push him away uncomfortably, but he heard him say in a deep voice, "Don't move."

The hurried footsteps hurried past Mr. Tsushima, and the sound outside was a little noisy.

Jing Yeyan realized that the waiter who was knocked out was found.

The reaction speed is neither too fast nor too slow.

"Didn't you say that it doesn't matter if you are discovered?"

"It's not the time yet, don't make a sound, come with me."

Mr. Tsushima put his head in his arms, put one arm around his waist, and calmly led him around the alarmed people.

Although he can't see clearly, Jing Yeyan is not a road idiot, and he can roughly judge where he is based on his sense of direction and the model in his brain.

A quiet accommodation area, a corridor like an ordinary hotel, with rooms on both sides.

Thinking about what this place is, it should not be surprising that there will be a "hotel" here.

Mr. Tsushima led him into a room familiarly. This room was full of ambiguous props, which made Kyonoyan look at Mr. Tsushima strangely.

"Don't look at me like that," Mr. Tsushima raised his hand with an innocent face. "This is the appetizer that the person said before. I just found it from the person who knocked out."

"Oh."

Kyono Yan threw the white suit jacket he had been wearing all the time on the sofa beside him, and lay down on the soft, outrageous bed, feeling like he was sitting on a boat.

As soon as he lay down, all the bones in his body made the sound of being overwhelmed.

so tired.

Now my body is too weak, I wish I could sleep all day, and protest if I move a little bit.

But if others knew what he had done, they would feel a miracle even if he was alive.

After a while, the doorbell rang again.

As soon as Jing Yeyan remembered, he was held down by Mr. Tsushima, "No need to get up, I'll go and have a look."

Although he didn't get up, Keinoyan tilted his body, adjusted a little, and looked at the door while lying on his side.

Several handsome teenagers and girls stood at the door, lowered their eyes, "Sir, what do you need?"

Mr. Tsushima smiled lazily, but his voice was cold, "No need, just leave."

The few people waiting at the door looked at each other in surprise, and said hesitantly: "But..." Halfway through the conversation, they couldn't continue.

The other person's eyes... so scary...

Several people froze, hurriedly saluted, and retreated quickly.

"What?"

Mr. Tsushima loosened his neckline, and looked meaningfully at the young man whose eyes had begun to blur, "That's what they call a real appetizer."

Jing Yeyan was stunned for a moment, and immediately understood what was going on.

The corner of his mouth twitched, and he was a little sober for a while.

Mr. Tsushima tore his clothes a little messy, then bent down to Kyono Yan.

Jing Yeyan suddenly felt relieved, blinked his eyes, and asked, "What are you doing?"

"They're coming this way."

they?

Jing Yeyan realized that it was because of the person who was chased by the knocked out waiter.

"So what are we going to do?"

"Relax."

Mr. Tsushima pressed Kyono Yan's chest, undid one button, and then undid another one, and suddenly stopped when he wanted to continue.

"Cough cough, I was hurt a little," Jingye said, a little bit overwhelmed, "It's not too serious."

Mr. Tsushima didn't go any further, he raised his hand to ruffle Kyono Yan's hair, lowered his head, a soft kiss landed on the corner of his eye, and rubbed his thumb there again, making the corner of his eye a little red.

"If you're still in pain..."

Halfway through the conversation, the security guard took the gun and opened the door directly.

Mr. Tsushima's eyes turned cold, he covered the person under him with his body, turned his head sideways, and said in a cold tone: "Get out."

Under the charming pale pink light, a certain cadre pressed the person under him in disheveled clothes, and he could vaguely see the disheveled hair of the other person, as well as the blush at the corners of the eyes, and everyone was stunned.

Men, anyone would be angry at a time like this.

The leader was a little embarrassed, and said awkwardly: "Master Tsushima...you see just now..."

"If there is anything, I will explain it to the leader myself."

A cadre, compared with an ordinary member, is naturally more important, especially Mr. Tsushima is now very popular, and he still has to think about offending him.

Most importantly, a man addicted to desire will not pose a threat to the organization.

"...Excuse me, Tsushima-sama."

In the cadre's sight of death, the others also left, taking them to the door by the way.

After everyone left, Mr. Tsushima put his hand on his head, buried his head on his neck and rubbed it, which was a very cherished and cherished gesture.

"For the time being, we can't scare the snake away. The client is still here, maybe he's still alive." He explained in a muffled voice.

"If you are sleepy, go to bed early, I will always be by your side."

He took out a piece of chocolate from his pocket and put it on Kyono Yan's lips. Kyono Yan opened his mouth and swallowed it habitually, with a slight sweetness in the bitterness.

Well, it is indeed recovering.

"Ayan, good night."