My brother is not a good person

In the end, Chuya Nakahara fished out the guy named "Dazai" from the sea.

The wet and pitch-black boy was covered with bandages all over his body, even his eyes.

The only bright color is the red scarf around the neck.

He pushed back the dripping hair on his forehead, smiled and looked at Raisha, who was the only one who was dry all over.

"Miss Dostoevskaya, why are you here!"

The boy seemed to be very pleasantly surprised, but the surprise was only on the surface.

Even the smile on the corner of his mouth was not so real, it was as ethereal as a cloud.

The boy introduced himself: "My name is Dazai Osamu, and I am your fan."

Deceiving.

Laisha pulled Luo Jia who was about to leave, and politely smiled back: "Stop joking, I'm so famous."

It's not that she hasn't met real fans, so she won't be deceived by Osamu Dazai's superficial "love".

As for his real identity and his attitude, he must be the one who contacted me under the name of "public relations officer", right?

It's kind of funny to say "Why are you here" even though he was the one who helped her get to Yokohama.

"How can you say that?" Osamu Dazai shook his head disapprovingly, "I have been following your movements all the time."

This is the most truthful truth.

Thinking of this, the smile on his face got bigger.

I don't know how much water the clothes on his body have absorbed. When he shook his head, water droplets were thrown from the corners of his hair and clothes, flying in all directions.

Worried that Luo Jia would be dripped with water, Laisha pulled him two steps away.

After making sure that neither she nor Luo Jia would be affected by Osamu Dazai's water, she looked at the two drenched teenagers in front of her.

"Although it's already summer, it's still a bit cold at night. Mr. Dazai, hurry home and be careful not to catch a cold."

Nakahara, who was wringing out his coat, also took the time to raise his head.He hesitated to speak and glanced at Raisha, then turned to look at Osamu Dazai who didn't care whether he would get sick or not.

He wasn't too worried about the mackerel catching a cold, but neither of these two people didn't need to pay attention to their own safety.

The headquarters building and my home are exactly in two directions, but the problem is that there is only one in the Central Plains.

He also doesn't know how to separate himself, so it is impossible to send the two back at the same time.

Send Osamu Dazai back to the headquarters building first, and risk exposing his mafia identity in front of Raisha.

If we send Raisha home first, Osamu Dazai might be assassinated on the way.

So in the final analysis, the trouble maker Dazai Osamu should be killed.

Mr. Cadre has a dull face, deeply feeling that life is difficult.

Or send it first...

"Then send Miss Dostoevskaya back first." Osamu Dazai's words ended Chuya's weighing.

He stretched out his right hand behind the back of his left hand as an invitation.

"Although Zhong is also a dwarf—and a dwarf who is one centimeter shorter than Miss,"

The back of the man's head immediately made close contact with Nakahara Chuya's fist.

"I'm just telling the truth." Osamu Dazai rubbed his hair, shaking out more water, "It's not good for Chuya to be so irritable."

He was about to take a step forward when the dog squatting at Laisha's feet barked at him.

Calmly retracting his foot, Osamu Dazai continued what he had just said: "Although the height is different, I can still wear and wear Chuya's coat alive. It is definitely enough to support me back to the place where I live."

"As for other questions..." He turned his face sideways pitifully, "Miss Dostoevskaya shouldn't mind multiple escorts, right?"

"Never mind. But I won't stop you." Raisha said bluntly.

She pulled Luo Jia's rope, turned around and walked out of the park.

As she walked, she explained: "Where you go is your freedom, and that is Zhongye's home, it has nothing to do with whether I mind or not."

If this person, as she thought, was able to compete with Fei Jia, then he must have some other purpose to appear in front of her.

Could it be Fedya?

Raisha wasn't so sure.

She quickened her pace, wanting to know the answer sooner.

At this moment, a hand reached out from behind and grabbed her.

With the breath of cold sea water, her speed was restricted.

Without turning around, Laisha could guess that it was Osamu Dazai.

The boy reminded unhurriedly: "Since Miss agrees to my plan, aren't you going to wait?"

Then it seems that the person who is about to appear is not Fedya.

Raisha stopped, turned around, and looked at him indifferently.

"Please let Mr. Dazai go."

Anyone could tell that she wasn't happy.

"If you don't let go, Rodya?"

The puppy heard his name, and leaned towards her feet.

Seeing Luo Jia, Osamu Dazai frowned slightly, and wanted to let go.

However, what moved faster than him was a card flying from a distance.

The high-speed flashing card disappeared after passing the back of Osamu Dazai's hand.

The bandage that was originally wrapped around the back of Osamu Dazai's hand was quickly stained red with blood.

As the only force unit among the three, Zhongyuanzhong also determined the location of the attacker as quickly as possible.

Three steps in parallel, he stood in front of Osamu Dazai to prevent the next attack.

But it was Raisha who was injured next.

Her arm was also cut through the outer layer of sportswear by the flying cards, and a shallow mark was left on her skin.

Immediately there were blood threads slowly oozing out from it.

The second attack came from behind the trio.

Also did not see the figure of the attacker, and also used cards to hurt people.

Even though the possibility of a team committing the crime cannot be ruled out, it is enough to conclude that the assassin this time was not a skilled professional killer.

Not to mention that two attacks in a row failed to kill him with one blow, and his ability was so poor that it would harm innocent people.

With a cold face, Mr. Cadre immediately chased out from the direction of the second attack.

Since he is not a professional killer, the bastard's ability is enough to protect himself.

All he has to do is to catch the target as early as possible, so as not to hurt innocent people again.

When his figure disappeared into the night, the accident happened suddenly.

A complex and exquisite circular pattern of supernatural powers emerged in front of him.

The bright blue light reflected the girl's indifferent side face.

She looked at Osamu Dazai who hadn't let go of her yet, and didn't speak.

His appearance is so inexplicable that people can't figure it out at all.

If she hadn't been sure that it was definitely Fei Jia's handwriting this time, she would have almost questioned what the other party wanted to do.

It's just that even if she keeps silent, some people want to express their opinions.

"How could you get hurt?" Dazai Osamu asked knowingly, "It's really too cruel to treat such a beautiful lady like this."

Under the moonlight, Laisha could see the color of his pupils clearly.

It was a color not much different from withered leaves.

People can't help but think of farewell.

The girl shook off his hand unceremoniously, her tone was as cold as polar ice, "It's not your turn to judge whether you are cruel or not."

After all, these are all disputes within the family and have nothing to do with this outsider.

"However, I can be sure that I will be safe. Only you will bear the consequences of what you provoke tonight."

She first opened the torn sleeves, checked the wound, and then touched her forehead.

A little fever, but not serious.

She couldn't be sure whose supernatural power it was, she only knew it wasn't her brother's anyway.

After doing this, Laisha looked at Osamu Dazai who was standing aside again.

"How are you feeling? Do you need to call an ambulance?"

With kite-colored eyes bent, the young man replied softly, "Thank you for your concern, miss, but I'm afraid you need it more."

He hooked the corner of his lower lip lightly.

He also learned about the conditions for this ability to occur in the main world's own memory.

"Together."

Osamu Dazai ignored the wound on the back of his hand.

"A viral power in the hands of criminals."

He lifted the broken hair on his forehead and observed Raisha's expression.

"Within 48 hours, the microorganisms produced by the ability will continue to multiply, devouring the lives of both hosts."

Anyone who is attacked by this ability will be hit.

It's a pity that the enemy is in the open and he is in the dark, so that tonight's target is not others, but Dazai Zhizhi.

"There are two ways to remove the ability: one is for the person with the ability to take the initiative to remove it. The other is to require the death of either party."

The boy with the dark shoulders spoke frivolously.

"I'm really sad for Miss. If such an excellent sister can be abandoned, isn't the devil enough to be cruel?"

But Raisha gave an answer beyond Osamu Dazai's expectations.

She touched her forehead repeatedly to confirm the temperature, and asked casually.

"Devil? Is this Fei Jia's name?" She sounded more worried than sad, "So Fei Jia is indeed doing something that can't be shown on the surface."

Osamu Dazai choked on her attitude.

This is really not a trend that is in line with common sense.

Judging from her behavior of wanting to escape the devil's control, she shouldn't and it's impossible not to be angry about it.

Besides, in the world, who can accept the fact that they are abandoned by their relatives without any grudges?

"You think I should be angry?"

The girl didn't need to look at him to know what his original inference was.

"But Fei Jia has already admitted his mistake to me, so I don't need to be angry."

She picked up the second card from the ground and shook it at Osamu Dazai.

A French word - Neige - was written on the graphic side of the card.

"My game for next season is all set now."

The short program, free skating and performance skating have all selected repertoires, and she only needs to arrange them with peace of mind.

Correspondingly, Fei Jia's plan only requires her to be scratched with this wound, which can be healed in minutes.

After a brief silence, Osamu Dazai suddenly said, "What about Chuya?"

"If Zhong also feels pain because of having to choose between you and me..."

Miss Champion took out her mobile phone and searched for "Neige".

"On the contrary, it makes me feel a little bit happier."

She puts her headphones back on and smiles at the head of the port mafia.

"Because this can fully show that he has no feelings for me."

The girl's smile at the moment is quite like a demon.

For the first time, Osamu Dazai realized what he had overlooked from the experience gained from the "book".

"Although I'm not as smart as my younger brother, please don't forget Mr. Dazai."

"I'm a Dostoev too."