Conjuring Ceiling runs with his best friend

Port mafia headquarters building.

Standing in the center of Yokohama, it is a good location that even government agencies are jealous of. It looks like just a few neat and serious office buildings. Unsuspecting passers-by often look at the black suits coming in and out, and envy them that they can be in such a place. I work in a wealthy place, but I don't know that these seemingly white-collar employees are all thugs in suits, pulling out various guns at any time to aim at the enemies of the organization.

"Is that so, that Mr. Xia You also came here for the rumors of his ancestors." The young leader who had just assumed the position put down the black tea in his hand, and the delicate and gorgeous bone china touched the glass tabletop, making an imperceptible "click" Voice.

In the spacious office, it was dark, not only the ceiling and floor were black, but even the walls were black. The floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the whole of Yokohama were tightly closed, faithfully performing the duty of protecting the leader from being sniped.

"What can we do? Now is not the time to confront the government."

Would it be considered a provocation if we took action against Xia Youjie, who was secretly entrusted by the government?The current organization has internal and external troubles, and if it is against Bai Dao, it will be even more difficult. Besides, Xia Youjie is also the leader of one party, and he is powerful. There is no one in Port Mafia who can match him now.

"So there is still a shortage of people," Mori Ogai sighed, and looked at his subordinates who were kneeling on one knee, with their heads lowered deeply, exposing their fragile necks, "Please ask Dazai-kun to come over."

Just after breaking away from Lan Tang's color painting collection, and before he could wash away the blood, Osamu Dazai received a letter from Chief Mori in the medical room.

"Doctor Sen is really good at calling people. Shouldn't it be better for me to join here?" He signaled the medical staff to let go, and he wrapped the bandages in circles on his own, jumped off the hospital bed, muttering to himself.

Osamu Dazai brushed past his armed patrolling colleagues with a blank face, ignoring the complicated eyes around him, who couldn't distinguish between enemy and friend, stepped into the long corridor, stood in front of the solid door at the end, and pushed the door directly to enter.

"I agreed to help you because of the euthanasia medicine, don't push yourself too far, Dr. Sen." He complained in a soft tone.Without waiting for Mori Ogai to speak, he just found a place to sit down at random, and relieved the stamina bar that was about to reach the end, "So what's the trouble? Let's talk about it first. If it's still the same as before, let's forget it. Why don't you reflect on it first?" How about a rebellion that only makes people go on after you have failed as a leader?"

"I haven't said anything yet, Dazai-kun." Mori Ogai smiled wryly, "This time there is something else, someone in the government is interested in the resurrected ancestors, and entrusted a curser from Tokyo to investigate. You are responsible for this matter, so how about letting that curse master get rid of you as well."

Although it is an interrogative sentence, the tone is unquestionable and cannot be refuted.

"Send it away? Don't you need to kill it?" Dazai Osamu asked knowingly, he had an unusual interest in adding trouble to Mori Ogai.

Mori Ogai glanced at him helplessly, as if he was looking at an ignorant child: "Besides, I have to entrust you with the matter of the sheep king Nakahara Chuya. With such a powerful combat power, if you It can’t belong to the port mafia, it’s better if it doesn’t exist.” There was a biting coldness in the voice without a trace of murderous intent.

Flipping through the information sent over, Osamu Dazai narrowed his exposed eyes slightly, with an unpredictable expression: "Xia Youjie, the curse master, seems to be an acquaintance." There are strange bangs in the information that is not enough to write on a thin page The black-haired young man with his son turned his face slightly, as if he had discovered the sneak shot.

Xia Youjie looked at the future laborers he had picked up, and he couldn't take them away by himself, so he had to ask someone to pick them up at Radium Bowl Street.

Hidden in a small three-story building in an old neighborhood, Yokohama's head, Miyagi Kazuno, took out a handkerchief and wiped the cold sweat oozing from his forehead. His hunched body kept bowing to the people in front of him. None of them knew that the godfather Your Excellency came to Yokohama, and even asked the Godfather to investigate the commission alone, which is really disrespectful!

"I'm so sorry that this happened to you! Please forgive our mistakes!"

Xia Youjie watched a few children being taken away to wash and change clothes before turning around and reassuring the uneasy person in charge: "Don't worry about it, there was no notice in the first place, so naturally you don't know that I'm coming to Yokohama."

He just didn't want to see this scene so he didn't inform them.

After dismissing Miyagi Kazuno with a few words, Xia Youjie walked to the bedside and looked at Akutagawa Ryunosuke who had just woken up.

Really lucky today, right?Not only did I find a cute magician, but I also got an equally rare superhuman as a gift.

He was obviously still very weak, but he insisted on being hostile to the staff who wanted to hug him to take a bath, his bottomless dark eyes were devoid of any emotion.If it wasn't for Gin Akutagawa standing in front of him, the sharp blade formed from the clothes would have silently cut off the staff's wrists and even their throats.

"Silver, get out of the way." He was unconscious for a long time and didn't drink a drop of water, making his voice hoarse like sandpaper.He will never let go of an enemy who tries to take his weapon away.

"Wait a minute! Brother, they are not bad people," Akutagawa Silver said eagerly, trying to explain, "Someone is willing to take us out of the slums and live a normal life..."

"Akutagawa Yin? You don't need to explain, he won't listen." Xia Youjie observed the sick and pale boy, stopped Yin's persuasion, and at the same time waved back the staff at the side.

The child's eyes were not really empty.

indifferent?despair?numbness?

In addition to these, there are well-hidden, even he may not be aware of, the resistance and provocation against this cruel world.

Life in the slums is not easy, especially when he is weak and has a young sister. Akutagawa Ryunosuke has suffered a lot since he was living here.Even if I met my companions later, I often couldn't find food for several days, and I was so hungry that I could gobble up bark and grass roots.He doesn't know why he must live. After all, the hell after death may be more comfortable than this kind of life, but maybe it is the existence of his companions and sisters that support him. Akutagawa Ryunosuke still struggled until he was 13 years old. .

"Your companion signed Qi Kuo with me. I will train you for five years, and then you will sacrifice your life for ten years. After that, you can live freely." Xia Youjie said suddenly.

"I'm not going." Akutagawa Ryunosuke's expression was unwavering, and he was not at all interested in calling this a happy life that people in the slums dared not even dream about.

"Your companion and sister both agreed." Xia Youjie was not surprised to get such an answer.

A head of soft black hair, but the tails of the hair hanging on both sides of the cheeks are strangely white. If you don't look at the ferocious clothes blade behind him, you look like a cute lop-eared rabbit.Akutagawa Ryunosuke looked at the nervous-looking younger sister beside him, and then at the direction where his companions were taken away just now, the sharp cloth blade stabbed Xia Youjie's vitals unexpectedly.

Xia Youjie had foreseen this scene from the moment he saw the child's eyes.

Although it is a very interesting ability and an attack that does not conform to common sense at all, in the eyes of a well-informed curse master, it is still simple and monotonous, just like a child wielding a wooden stick that will break when he grasps it. See through all the opponent's attacks.

There is also the value of teaching//teaching.

Satisfied with the intensity of the opponent's attack and the ruthlessness of the attack, the smile in Xia Youjie's eyes hurt the young Wuxinzhigou.

The young curser swiftly avoided the successive attacks, turned his wrist, pulled out a small dagger from his sleeve, and aimed at Ryunosuke Akutagawa's head.

The silver light that was as fast as lightning flashed across the pitch-black eyes until a strand of hot blood was left between his brows, and the boy did not realize what had just happened.

Are you finally going to die here?

The eyes staring at the void became tranced, and the short life of the past 13 years swirled like a revolving lantern.

Why must I die?

There is no meaning to life, and no understanding of the value of death.The rabid dog that doesn't bark has never had any feelings for its own life, just struggling in this world where all beings are suffering, has already exhausted all its strength.

But even so, he couldn't help but have the above doubts at the end of his life.

"Do you want to live?" Xia Youjie held the dagger firmly, the tip of the blade was only a few millimeters away from the immature forehead, the wind from the knife cut the skin, leaving thin blood stains along the bridge of the nose , and finally pooled to the chin, falling drop by drop.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke pursed his lips, and said in a whisper-like voice: "Why... do you want to live?" The dryness in his heart drove him to ask such a question.

Xia Youjie bent his eyes, and his soft voice was extremely sober: "You obviously still have the desire to live, don't you have anything you want to pursue?"

"Do you know? What is it that I want to pursue?" A small flame lit up in the empty eyes, the faint light was suppressed by the thick black to the point where it was almost invisible, but it still flickered tenaciously.

"I don't know," Xia Youjie denied with a smile, but his gaze was sharper than the dagger in his hand, piercing directly into Akutagawa Ryunosuke's heart, "Only you know the real desire in your heart, but sometimes, it will Hide it so you won't find it."

He thought of the past year, and five penetrating eyes appeared in his heart, so even his smile was full of true tenderness: "But if you are lucky, you will meet someone who understands you better than yourself, and he will guide you to find true self."

"Of course not everyone has such good luck," he shrugged, turning his wrist to put away the dagger, "Go outside for a walk, the things you have experienced and the world you have seen are just the tip of the iceberg, and you are only a teenager Isn’t it too arrogant to say that you can’t find the meaning of life?”

"Don't take a small Radium Street as everything, the world is wider than you think."

The figure of the black-haired curser was reflected in the blackness. Akutagawa was silent for a long time before asking the question in his heart in a voice that was as hoarse as a beast's growl: "Do you want to give me the meaning of existence?"

The strength of the opponent is very strong, there is no doubt about it.Even if he tried his best, he couldn't bring him any harm, and the unhealed injury was not an excuse for his defeat.

He was able to kill himself who dared to do it just now, and there was no room for resistance in the gap like a natural moat.

But why isn't it done?Is it worth using yourself?Or is it to restrain his sister and companions?

Young Akutagawa didn't understand the point of this.

"I can't do it," Xia Youjie directly vetoed without any hesitation, "No one can give you the meaning of life, that is something that only you are qualified to give yourself."

"I just picked up a little magician, and I want to train a few capable subordinates." He waved his hand casually, motioning for the staff waiting outside to come in and clean up the two children.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke, who wanted to resist, was fixed in place by Xia Youjie's eyes, and then he was taken to the bathroom stiffly, resisting the discomfort of leaving the weapon, and accepted the baptism of the wet towel carefully avoiding the wound.

The author has something to say: I am so happy to write this chapter, as expected, I am still a mustard cook