How to raise Dazai gently

Shibusawa Tatsuhiko still has trust in Dostoyevsky—or rather, he knows that Dostoyevsky's purpose is not pure, but so what?Isn't he also using Dostoevsky, getting information from him, to find the existence that can fill the void in his heart?

Besides, the information given by the Russian was indeed very useful, and it saved him a lot of effort. Facing Dostoevsky's request, Shibusawa Tatsuhiko nodded, and it was easier than giving gems. Replied: "Yes, you can just use it."

During the conversation, they didn't care about Araki Kongshi's wishes at all, and decided his whereabouts in a few words.

Araki Koyo frowned, feeling an unprecedented sense of urgency - he didn't want to be in the same room with Dostoevsky at all, just breathing the same air with him made Araki Koyo feel his whole body Got a rash.

The only thing restricting his movement is the chain tied to the armrest of the electric shock chair, and the belt that binds Araki Kongshi's limbs will fall off with just a slight tug.Araki Kuyo no longer hesitated, he used his own power to make both Shibusawa Tatsuhiko and Dostoevsky fall into the supreme joy and happiness.

Araki Kongyo's ability has taken effect. It is better to say that his power is very effective for Shibusawa Ryuhiko who is a transcendent and has a hollow heart. As for Dostoevsky, he seems to have lost his sight Focus, fell into the happiness that is softer than clouds, brighter than the sun, and deeper than the sea.

Araki Kongshi has never valued this additional ability, but today he has a rare experience of what is meant by 'violence' and what is meant by 'bearable humiliation'.

If possible, he is absolutely unwilling to let these two apparently mentally ill humans feel the happiness and joy that they may not feel in their entire lives.

Araki Kongyo didn't waste time. Having watched many movies with Akutagawa Gin, he knew he couldn't miss the opportunity. After forcibly breaking free from the restraining belt, he took off the chain tied to the handrail, and then quickly crossed the The two in a daze ran towards the exit.

His ability is not perfect. After all, it is only the overflow of the power of the body. What is added to this body has no obvious effect on people with high inspiration and willpower. If people lack five senses, it will be more or less. Less immune, Araki Kongyo became vigilant when he saw Dostoevsky, and he didn't dare to gamble on this possibility.

He lightly ran with his bare feet in the spacious and dark Tatsuhiko Room. He didn't know how Shibusawa Tatsuhiko's [Ryuhiko Room] worked. Araki Karosei ran towards the moonlight, but found himself in a building. On the top of the abandoned building, there is no ladder leading down from the roof. Unless he grows wings and escapes from the air, or jumps off the high platform, there is no way to escape.

"What a powerful ability... This is the first time I have felt this feeling in my life."

Dostoevsky's voice sounded with floating panting, and he walked out of the darkness, his purple eyes seemed to have been soaked by water vapor.

"It turns out that this is the feeling of being so happy that you cry... It's really addictive."

He uttered these words with a sigh, and the mask-like smile on his face broke from the beginning, making his expression more real.

"Ah, didn't you find a way out? No wonder, after all, this is the lair of the 'White Qilin'. It is impossible for him to let his treasure escape." Although Dostoevsky did not say it clearly, but His gaze, his expression, his eyes and actions all told Araki Kongshi that he had nowhere to escape and nowhere to hide at this moment, so he could only become one of Bai Qilin's treasures.

Araki Kongyo began to seriously think about whether the body he was using now could jump off the top floor intact.

"It's dangerous here, come, come here." Dostoevsky stretched out his hand to Araki Kongyo, his expression was sincere and sincere, like a friend who has been with Araki for many years worried about the safety of Araki Kongyo, And cautiously persuading him, Araki Kongyo stood on the edge of the roof, with half of his feet hanging in the air, precarious, and the convective wind from the city at night blew his windbreaker like a sail, like a pair of black wings, It makes people feel that Araki Kongshi will fly into the sky in the next moment and disappear.

Araki Koyo didn't move, he would never believe every word that came out of this man's mouth - I'm afraid the name Mikhail was made up.

"What's your name?" Araki Kongshi sank his heart. He stared at the purple-eyed man who had made him suffer a lot, and made up his mind to gain wisdom by taking a fall, and never be deceived by the other party again.

"Me?" Dostoevsky had countless aliases and identities that he was not afraid of being scrutinized, but an inexplicable feeling enveloped him, making him tell his real name to this captive. .

"My name is Fyodor Mikhailovich Dostoevsky, you can call me..." Dostoevsky held the final consonant on his tongue, and when he uttered it again , with tenderness and tenderness, "Fair."

"Dostoevsky..." Araki Kongyo wrote down the name, and then he showed a provocative smile to the black-haired and purple-eyed Russian: "But what Araki Kongshi likes to do the most is Just say 'no' to self righteous guys."

Well, anyway, the manga teacher who drew the character who said this line is also named Araki, and Araki Koryo thinks it is very appropriate to use it as a joke.

He took another step back without hesitation, exposing his whole body to the empty moonlight, the wind passed behind him swiftly, and Araki Kongshi fell towards the ground like a bird with broken wings.

Dostoevsky's eyes widened, his expression was astonished, he even took a step forward, and subconsciously stretched out his hand towards Araki Kongshi, as if trying to pull him back from the fall.

But Araki Kongshi moved one step faster than him, and even chose to stay away from him and fall into the embrace of death without hesitation between life and death.

Dostoevsky came to the edge of Araki Kongyo's fall. Because of the white mist summoned by Shibusawa Tatsuhiko, looking down from the rooftop, the situation on the ground could be vaguely seen, but from such a high place Falling down, you can't even hear the sound of bones and flesh hitting the ground, it is absolutely impossible to survive.

Shibusawa Tatsuhiko came back to his senses a step slower than Dostoyevsky. After he woke up from the erratic joy and happiness, he hurriedly searched for the trace of Araki Kongshi. He had already made up his mind. I want to keep this person who can fill the void in my heart - even if this joy and happiness are still like a flower in a mirror in the water, it is better than Shibusawa Tatsuhiko's futile collection of diamonds and jewelry, but more and more It's better not to be able to satisfy yourself.

At least this feeling can still remain in the heart for a long time, prolonging Shibusawa Tatsuhiko's sense of fulfillment.

"Where are the other treasures?" Shibusawa Tatsuhiko who came to the rooftop did not see the black-haired boy except Dostoevsky, and asked the purple-eyed Russian in a bad tone.

And Dostoevsky seemed to be still immersed in the indescribable shock, muttering to himself with a figure that only he could hear: "It's obviously the first time I like someone, it's the first time Obtaining happiness to the point of tears, two things that are obviously so happy, but why - this is the first time I have been rejected by someone I like in such a way."

It wasn't until Shibusawa Tatsuhiko impatiently asked him again that Dostoevsky slowly said as if waking up from a dream: "...he jumped from here in order to escape—I saw it with my own eyes. have witnessed."

When Shibusawa Tatsuhiko heard this sentence, his eyes widened in astonishment, and after a long time he lowered his head and his shoulders drooped: "It seems that the sky is indeed jealous of talents, I finally found something that can fill my heart Empty existence, but just missed it..."

"I can't move anymore..." Araki Kongshi lay on the ground, feeling that all the bones in his body might be broken.

As expected of the body he fabricated with all his painstaking efforts, even if he jumped from such a height, his body was still intact and his consciousness remained clear, but dozens of bones were inevitably broken. One is also built very flexible and strong, avoiding the danger of broken bones poking into the internal organs.

The only trouble now is that Araki Kongyo tried to move his body, but with all the bones broken, even if he wanted to move regardless of the pain, he couldn't do it at all.

Once again, Karaki Araki lamented the fragility of the human body, and there are so many unnecessary things. If it is replaced by the body of a Crewe, even if it is thrown from a height of [-] meters, the body of a Crewe will not be damaged—because There are no bones in their bodies, and they can easily stuff their bodies into any crack that can be seen.

He was lying on the ground, his body was surrounded by lush grass, if he tilted his head slightly, he could even see little white flowers swaying and blooming, but it was a pity that the sky was covered by white mist, and the stars all over the sky could not be seen. I can't see the bright and shining Milky Way.

I don't know how long I've been lying there, Araki Kongshi can feel that his body is healing itself, those broken and misplaced bones start to stretch out new bone, and connect with the broken excuses, crooked, bad, and twisted. The internal organs also began to return gradually. He tried to move his fingers, and after confirming that they could be bent and stretched, he began to manipulate his limbs.

The severe pain caused by the growth and fusion of bones in a short period of time made Araki Kongshi's body instinctively shed cold sweat, and blood rushed to the heart to supply energy for healing, making his face pale as snow, standing in the night and white mist , like a ghost emerging from the abyss.

But Araki Kongyo, as if he couldn't feel the pain, walked slowly but firmly. He had to get out of here before Dostoyevsky and Shibusawa Tatsuhiko came to check on his body just work.

However, Araki Kongyo was injured too badly after all. Even though he could ignore the warnings and pain from his body with his consciousness, his physical instincts could no longer support him. He finally fell on the side of the road and lost consciousness due to exhaustion. .

Dostoevsky felt sorry, he did not lie, Araki Kongyo was indeed the first person in the world who made him feel moved, but at the same time, he also felt a strong feeling for the secrets of Araki Kongyo. Interest—Of course, this can be said to be an instinctive exploration and curiosity about the person you like, but it can only be said to be terrible if you get to the bottom of it to the extent of Dostoevsky.

This is probably because birds of a feather flock together and people divide into groups. Shibusawa Tatsuhiko and Dostoevsky were able to mix together, probably because they are both extremely paranoid in nature.

Shibusawa Ryuhiko seemed to have lost interest in this leading war, and almost stayed in Ryuhiko's room and didn't want to go out. He abandoned the gold jewelry that could have aroused his interest, and the priceless diamond jewelry was thrown away by him. Throw it aside and pile it up in the corner like garbage.

To be honest, Dostoevsky had the idea of ​​not wanting to do anything for a moment, but after all, he had strong willpower, and after closing his eyes and exhaling, he temporarily adjusted his unbalanced mentality.

"Araki Kongyo is a cadre of the port mafia, and it is said that he once served as the new god of Saihachi Street—" Dostoevsky suddenly paused at this point, as if he had realized something, in Shibusawa Ryu Yan noticed that he had changed the topic calmly before, "But you are right, this battle for the leader can no longer provide fun, but... with your temperament, you must give this war a perfect ending. ?”

The absent-minded Ryuhiko Shibusawa raised his eyes and said wearily: "Those overseas forces in Yokohama, smuggling groups, mercenaries, arms dealers, and even local mafias, big and small, are all in disarray, and they are out of control. All of my property has also fallen into my hands, even if these people are on the stage again, they will not be able to contribute better performances."

The smile on the corner of Dostoevsky's mouth deepened, and he said briskly, "Isn't there another character suitable for the stage?"

Hearing this, Shibusawa Tatsuhiko was thoughtful, and then smiled slightly: "You are right, I almost ignored that character."

The dialogue that seems to be playing charades, probably only these two characters with minds like aliens can communicate so smoothly and freely.

On the other side, the port mafia has fallen into an unprecedented seriousness.

When he witnessed the dead body of the cadre, Dazai Osamu's face was as cold as a marble statue, and when he confirmed that Araki Kongshi was indeed kidnapped by Bai Qilin, even he himself did not know the expression at the moment What exactly is it, but since Ryunosuke Akutagawa held his breath and didn't dare to breathe when he saw it, he must have an ugly face.

"I can't forgive you, Bai Qilin——!"

Dazai Osamu walked out of the vault where Araki Kongyo was kidnapped, and a plan to lure Bai Qilin out took shape in his brain.

"Eighty percent of the members of the overseas organization strain have died, the leader of the Takase Society has been assassinated, the command system has collapsed, and other organizations are gradually dying out. It is a manic song of blood bred by hatred, retribution, and suspicion." Foreign Minister Mori spit out long Take a breath.

"The cadre Dazuo and several supernatural beings under his command died, while the cadre Araki Kongyo disappeared and his whereabouts are unknown."

This is a war that will end automatically until everyone is dead. For Bai Qilin, who is looming in the struggle and brings blood and blood every time he appears, this battlefield is the best hunting ground and canteen. Prey and powerful superpowers were brought to his table.

"What a headache, this is really not my favorite situation." Mori Ogai looked at the only remaining force, frowned and said, "If it is a normal struggle, the enemy is usually a majority of organizations, and although their actions are dangerous, they can be formulated , Prediction and manipulation are not impossible. But 'White Qilin' is an exception, his whole body is full of mysteries, his abilities and purpose are also, and even his location feels like he is fighting an opponent who is like an incarnation of mist."

"Except for the Mafia, all the other four major organizations have been destroyed. As far as we are concerned, from cadres to quasi-cadres, several people have disappeared or died."

"We must find a way to find Bai Qilin, kill him, and end this battle."

This is no longer a battle between various organizations, but a guardianship that must be carried out to protect Yokohama.

But Bai Qilin, who was being guarded by the port mafia as if he was facing an enemy, was walking on the streets of Yokohama at this moment.

Despite the continuous fighting, many office workers, housewives and students have gradually come out of the streets.

Originally thought that the flames of war had completely made these people hide. It seems that the vitality of human beings should not be underestimated. As long as they find a chance to cultivate their health and rest, they will pop up densely from places they didn't pay attention to.

"Are there still so many people... It seems that there is still some fun for the time being."

Wearing a snow-white cloak, Shibusawa Tatsuhiko walked on a square with a fountain, and then stopped at a roadside stall.

This is a small flower stall. It may be the misfortune of a young girl to come out to set up a stall in such a morning in order to make a living.

"Please give me a bouquet of flowers."

Shibusawa Tatsuhiko said politely.

"Ah, okay, thank you... Are you buying flowers as gifts, sir?"

"Yeah, the one I'm going to see later is a superior race. It would be too pitiful to lie alone on the cold ground without even a single mourning flower."

Shibusawa Tatsuhiko said lightly.

"Okay, you are really a gentle person. Then this time, our shop will give you a special service——"

The girl took out a bunch of chrysanthemums, and at the same time pulled the safety catch of the pistol hidden in her pocket, and aimed the gun at Tatsuhiko Shibusawa.

As if some mechanism had been activated, the office workers, housewives, and students who had just sparsely passed in front of Shibusawa Tatsuhiko all took out their weapons and pointed their guns at him one after another. , I am afraid that he will be beaten into a sieve in the next moment.

"Have you enjoyed yourself, Mr. Bai Qilin?" Dazai Osamu appeared in front of Shibusawa Tatsuhiko, with a cold smile on his face, sticky black mud and the curse of despair looming from the gap of the smile, "I suggest you not Resistance, the port mafia's supernatural powers have surrounded the surrounding area."

"Well, this style of work... I see, you are a candidate for a cadre of the Port Mafia, Dazai-kun."

Shibusawa Ryuhiko just thought for a while, and found the one belonging to Osamu Dazai from the tens of thousands of intelligence documents in his mind.

"You miscalculated on two points - one is that as long as there is an ego that can 'invalidate any supernatural power', no matter how powerful the supernatural power is, it is meaningless; the other is that the collective is stronger than the individual, which is absolutely common in this world Truth, Lord Transcendent."

A transcendent means that one person can defeat a city or even a country. Individuals with such powerful power will naturally dismiss the power of the collective.

Most of them will think that the collective will only drag themselves down and cannot exert 100% power.

The white unicorn in front of him is the most typical example of this. With his strength alone, he showed his superhuman power wantonly in this struggle, and used death, blood and mourning as the embellishment of the music to please himself.

"I can't forgive you, the matter of killing Colonel, and the matter of taking Kongshi away—tell me where he is, and I may kindly give you a painless long sleep."

Osamu Dazai has already pulled the finger on the trigger a little bit. As long as he exerts some more force, the bullet will shoot out from the muzzle of the gun and penetrate through Bai Qilin's eyebrows, turning him into a corpse lying on the cold ground. His chrysanthemums were also saved, just in time to take a bouquet from the flower girl's booth and throw it on his corpse.

Shibusawa Ryuhiko laughed, and he looked at Dazai Osamu with pity, "I see, you are here for Araki Kongshi."

The white unicorn, who has clearly become a trapped beast, is still calm and calm. He looked at Osamu Dazai, and his smile seemed to be suddenly filled with incomparably dark malice, which made his smile look distorted with pleasure: "I originally I also intend to dissuade you, if you kill me, you really won’t be able to end this chaotic leading struggle, but now it seems that you won’t listen—in that case, let’s save some useless nonsense.”

"Your favorite person has died because of your uselessness and weakness. He is worthy of respect. He jumped from such a high place for freedom and dignity. It's a pity that such a good-looking person ended up being a bloody man A bunch."

When Dazai Osamu heard the news of Araki Kongyo's death from Shibusawa Ryuhiko, his pupils shrunk tightly into tiny wheat awns, and his heart beat erratically, as if an invisible hand passed through it. His chest, grabbing and tearing at his heart.

Hearing his own voice, Osamu Dazai said rationally and calmly: "I don't believe you, he is not someone who dies so easily, and someone like you will never be kind enough to help end this struggle."

Shibusawa Tatsuhiko smiled even brighter. As if he was savoring Dazai Osamu's despair, he spread his hands and said relaxedly: "Believe it or not is your business. But I want to correct you."

"One is that I knew about this ambush a long time ago, and I was prepared for it; the other is... who told you that I was fighting alone?"

The ear-piercing roar resounded through the sky, the soaring thick smoke and bright explosions occurred one after another in various parts of Yokohama, those were the strongholds of major organizations, almost deliberately declaring their strength, and at the same time neatly The ground was triggered a bomb.

And the port mafia abilities who originally surrounded Shibusawa Tatsuhiko were also knocked down one after another by the lightning flashes that came out of nowhere.Not only that, a huge black shadow covered the entire square, and the super high-rise mafia building fell from the top of the head, about to bury all the people here under the tombstones made of reinforced concrete.