Miss Tsushima

The light blue and dark blue are naturally blended, scattered with light yellow light spots, and the "Cliff" written in the middle with beautiful and elegant calligraphy is the book that Tianjin Daoshi gave him.

Now this book is not available on the market, and if it is broken, it will be gone.

Zhong Yuan Zhong also stroked the cover of the book carefully, not daring to leave a single crease.

The recent situation in Yokohama is extremely chaotic. The newly appointed leader of the port Mafia, Mori Ogai, has not yet secured his position. Various forces are eyeing each other, fighting and merging with each other.

"Sheep" is a defense and self-protection organization, and its members are all minors. Zhong Yuanzhong also knows how difficult it is for children to survive in such a place.

Therefore, he wants to protect everyone. When he was born in this world and was ignorant and ignorant, it was the "sheep" who took him away and taught him what a "partner" and a "sense of belonging" are.

A strong person has an obligation to protect the weak. He knows that he has a powerful ability that surpasses everyone, but this is just a good card given by God. It is just luck. He is willing to use everything to protect what he has now.

Even if he is poor, even if he is injured, as long as he has companions and friends, as long as he has these, neither daggers nor bullets can hurt him.

He is also the strongest in the Central Plains. He knows that God has given him such an ability, and he can protect all cherished things.

Even, is fragile and fragile.

"Chuya, come quickly!" The companion of "Sheep" shouted from below.

Zhong Yuanzhong also carefully closed the book, and put the book into his arms. The dark red light surrounded him. He jumped down from the roof and landed firmly on the ground. The ground immediately cracked like spider webs. pattern.

[I bow my head to the stars and pay tribute to the cliff]

[The essence of human existence is weak and arrogant, humble and difficult to survive]

[Do people need companions because they are weak?No, no, those who can huddle together to keep each other warm in the cold winter, nest in a corner]

[The fragility of ants is too fragile to tolerate aliens]

【I can't understand】

After these things are over, let's finish this book. He put on the hood and put his hands in his pockets, the shadows covered the corners of his mouth that were drawn into a straight line.

The top priority is to resolve the rumors of Huangba vomiting in Leibo Street and the various disputes in "Sheep"... I have to find that suicidal maniac covered in darkness, tsk, how uncomfortable.He stretched out his hand to hold his chest, and could vaguely feel the touch of the book.

Ants and aliens, what is Miss Tsushima referring to?

A faint uneasiness welled up in my heart.

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"After that, we also reflected on it."

"We discussed it and decided on a solution..."

When the incident happened, apart from being surprised, Zhongyuan Zhong also had a hint of surprise in his heart. It really was such a premonition of the ending.

After a hard fight, when all the incidents are finally over, being stabbed in the back by a companion, this kind of thing.

Zhong Yuanzhong also looked down at his wound, the dagger was deeply inserted into his abdomen, slowly oozing dark red blood, this kind of pain was nothing to him, he covered the wound, and the blood flowed from his fingers ooze.

"I advise you not to move, the dagger is coated with rat poison, the more you move it will only make you more painful."

The so-called "companion" paled, bluffing and intimidating.

Chuya lowered his head, his eyelashes covered the watery light flowing in the blue eyes, he lowered his eyelashes, "Why?"

The moment his former companion hid in the GSS and aimed his gun at him, he suddenly understood what Ms. Tsushima's "book" was referring to—

"If Chuya betrays Yang and joins the port mafia, we will be wiped out."

"Chuya, if you weren't so strong, you wouldn't have to suffer this kind of pain before you die."

Zhongyuan Zhong also activated his ability, and a corner of the cliff collapsed in an instant, making a huge roar, accompanied by the sound of wind and rubble, Zhongyuan Zhong also fell on his back.

【Only the sky is a clear mirror, and the dirt in the world cannot be tolerated】

【Fall forever, people can only fall but not fly】

[If you want to touch, you will find nothing]

【Because I have feelings, I will suffer from incurable diseases】

Although I haven't finished watching it yet, for the first time, Nakahara has already guessed the ending written by Ms. Tsushima, and he fell heavily at the bottom of the cliff with a painful look on his face.

"Yo, hello, Chuya~"

Nakahara looked up, and saw Osamu Dazai sitting cross-legged on a rock not far away, smiling and waving.

One and two counted, and he was the only co-author who was a fool who was kept in the dark, and was betrayed by his companions. Chuya gritted his teeth and pulled the dagger from his waist.

The book that Ms. Tsushima gave to Nakahara Chuya was put in his arms, and unfortunately it was pierced by a dagger at this moment.

Although there was a book for protection, the dagger still pierced into his body, which shows how much effort Shirase put in to stab him, trying to put him to death.

The book, which was not very thick, was punctured, and even the cover was stained with blood. Zhongyuan Zhong hurriedly wiped the dark red blood spots on the bright and transparent blue with his hands, but he couldn't wipe it clean. Make a paste.

This is a book that he dare not even fold a single wrinkle, it is a cherished book.

He put his hand on the book and remained silent for a long time.

Although he had seen how the book was destroyed, it still took him a lot of effort to actually open the book.

His mood couldn't help falling heavily.

The title page was also split in two, creating a gap between the characters Tsushima and Hiiragi.The curled edges were soaked with blood, swelling and wrinkling.

Finally, a tear that could not be held back fell on the paper, and immediately merged with the blood and ink, and blurred on the paper. The elegant and free handwriting was slowly blurred into a mass of black.

"Hey, Chuya..."

Osamu Dazai, who had been watching the show with his chin propped up in the distance, slowly suppressed his smile, jumped off the rock with a blank expression, and stared at this side.

"What are you holding in your hand?"

Osamu Dazai approached every word and asked slowly, his voice was calm, without the slightest emotion.

"Is it Tsushima Hiiragi's book?"

Dazai lowered his head slightly, his broken hair covered his dark and inexplicable expression, he seemed to be nailed to the spot, motionless, Nakahara also wiped his face with his sleeve ruthlessly, did not answer his question, repeated but precious Put the book back in your arms.

Osamu Dazai watched from a distance, slowly tightened his fingers, and returned to his normal expression when he raised his head, "Chuya, the message Mr. Mori asked me to pass to you..."

He smiled and conveyed the task Mori Ogai gave him, and his clenched fingers left deep marks on the palm of his hand.

One by one, deep under the skin.