Yokohama Script Team

Osamu Dazai looked at the black mud creature trapped in the seemingly ordinary glass jar with strange eyes, and quietly "stared" at the lump of black mud for a few seconds.

"Wow." Dazai Osamu suddenly said, turned his head and grasped Makino Chihime's front lapel as if he was frightened, his voice didn't know whether it was trembling or excited: "Look, look, it's a black mud monster!"

"Yeah." Makino Qianji was sure that this little Zaizi was excited, and replied perfunctorily, lest the little Zaizi feel that he was left out and start acting.

Osamu Dazai stared and puffed up his face accusingly: "Didn't listen to me seriously, it's not sincere!"

Makino Chihime sighed: "So, do you like it?"

Dazai responded by leaning forward.

Chihime Makino put Osamu Dazai down, watched as Osamu Dazai ran to the glass jar, tiptoed to touch the glass jar, and watched the magical creature closely with his eyes lit up. The moment it was pasted, it actually stopped wriggling. The whole black mud seemed to be frozen into an ice lump at a sub-zero temperature, and the flowing body froze and remained motionless.

The mental pollution in the closed laboratory has also weakened a little.

Fyodor looked at this scene unchanged.

It seems to have been prepared.

He stared intently at the black mud creature that was wriggling with difficulty, suppressed by the relaxed-looking three-year-old child, with a calm and self-possessed look that showed no signs of mental pollution.

"Is it from Yokohama?" Fyodor was still looking at the glass jar, and praised Osamu Dazai's ability, "You, Dazai-kun, are also a 'miracle' with such superpowers."

"Ah, do you think Yokohama's specialty is a supernatural being?" Osamu Dazai tilted his head and asked intentionally, his hand still on the glass jar.

Fyodor neither agreed nor refuted, and his eyes left the glass jar, "It's like the specialties of Sicily are flame and clams."

When Yokohama is mentioned, I believe that the first reaction in the world is the chaotic situation in Yokohama and the gathering of people with supernatural powers. In particular, Yokohama was forced to announce the existence of people with supernatural powers a while ago, which has recently attracted international attention.

When it comes to Sicily, Italy, one has to mention the existence called "Mafia", as well as the flames that are in line with the existence of supernatural powers, and the mafia family that controls flames as power.

Death Qi Flame, Vongola.

It is said that Yokohama also has hidden treasures that can grant wishes.

The thing named "Book"—

"My supernatural ability is nullification." Dazai Osamu opened his mouth with a smile, with a big-hearted and heartless look, showing off his expression, "Whether it is supernatural power, flame of death, or other special abilities, I It can all be nullified!"

Yes, the ability to neutralize is great.

The super-evolution "Disqualification in the World" is a transcendent level ability, and it can also work according to Osamu Dazai's mind through a specially made glass jar and nutrient solution.

Although it still has no attack power, tsk.

What's the use of a supernatural ability that can't be handsome, indifference.jpg.

Fyodor didn't think so. He read the information of people with different abilities in his mind, "Even in Europe, where the abilities originated, Dazai-kun's ability nullification is a unique strategic resource."

"Resources are really an unpleasant description." Dazai Osamu did not express any displeasure when he said this, but thought that as a normal person, he should condemn this kind of argument that treats people as data. Dazai Osamu himself didn't care about this at all. He quickly smiled and said, "Well, I'll just take it as you are complimenting me."

Fyodor watched him intently.

"..." Osamu Dazai shrugged, trotted back to Makino Chihime, waved his hands, and said cutely and cutely in another direction: "But isn't Mr. Mystery over there going to come out? Here to have an interview with you, is it okay to pull us into the water to hide our heads and show our tails?"

There was a second of silence.

The wall that Osamu Dazai looked at was cracked.

A young man who looked very similar to Fyodor—not very similar, but exactly the same—was sitting in the “door” that was just opened. The space behind the “door” could only accommodate four people, but now there was a A chair, because this chair occupies most of the space, the 16-year-old Russian boy sitting on the chair is like a doll locked in a small cabinet, so beautiful and exquisite.

Makino Chihime's thoughts were flying.

With a flash in front of my eyes, I remembered a year ago——

The time is precisely ten months ago, when Makino Chihime wandered from various European countries to Italy, and when she came back after a round of wandering, she saw Dazai Osamu who had the same face as her close friend.

Truth be told, the impact was huge.

When Osamu Dazai first came to the house, he used to live in the closet, and he lived there for a long time.

In his words, the bandage is the body. Without the bandage, it feels insecure like not wearing clothes, and the sense of shame is overwhelming-how can a person go to the street without clothes!Osamu Dazai tried his best to keep the bandage expenses at home, saying that it is "a life-saving item that should be kept on hand like cold medicine".

…Others buying bandages are really life-saving, but what kind of life-saving is yours.

Tucao to Tucao, everyone still tolerated this guy's request.

In addition to the hobby of wrapping bandages, Osamu Dazai also has such a magical way of life.

For example, when sleeping, I will lie in the closet and cover my body with several layers of clothes, completely ignoring the soft and comfortable big bed outside.

For example, try to decorate the room into a container style.

It's hard to say how Chihime Makino felt when she saw Osamu Dazai sticking out his head from the pile of clothes in the closet.

Makino Chihime had a delicate gaze.

Osamu Dazai reminded her of some "black history".

Qian Muye slept in the closet several times when he was a child.

Not for the same reason as Osamu Dazai.

Seriously, there is no reason, but I suddenly felt that throwing clothes together and lying on them must be very soft to the touch, maybe I can have a good dream, and then I got into the big closet with super motivation.

At that time, the black-haired boy was a stray cat that had just been brought home. He was very vigilant and active, but overall he was much quieter than he is now. He seemed to have observed an interesting reaction from his temporary guardian that day, and kept asking around Chihime Makino: "Really? Really! What happened afterwards! Hey, tell me quickly?"

Makino Qianji carried the kitten and moved it to the wicker chair on the balcony, "No results."

"Huh?" Osamu Dazai said "Don't lie to me", making it clear that there is no story behind this.

"It's true." Makino Qianji held the steaming tea bowl to cover the corners of her upturned lips, "I didn't have a good dream that day, because I forgot that I never dream, and I was very disappointed when I woke up the next day."

Osamu Dazai cupped his face and said, "So how many times did you try again?"

"Don't mention it. On the third day, I was forced to suspend it because I got up late and the caregivers couldn't find it."

Looking back on those memories, most of them are peaceful everyday.Birth is the pinnacle of the highest force, the inhuman heir of a thousand clans has the treatment of all human cubs, no matter how violent the outside world is, he is firmly protected by adult parents, and Qian Muye, who has a lot of friends, has lived through childhood and boyhood It must be happy and wanton flying.

Makino Qianji vicissitudes said: "On the fourth day, the parents blocked the door and got the stolen goods."

"Like you assaulted me?" Osamu Dazai naively gave an example.

"...It's not important, Zhijun." Makino Qianji seemed to be choked, and forcibly changed the topic of the crooked building back: "On the fifth day, my father redecorated my room, and the person who took care of me later said that my room The beds and rugs in the house were made by my father... I can tell at a glance, his craftsmanship is very recognizable.”

Makino Chihime commented: "Let's not say that my father is as handicapped as you. My father spoils the child to such an extent that I now think that if there is no reliable teacher staring at the father, he will spoil the child."

Osamu Dazai listened, and unconsciously put his face into it, "What kind of bed?"

"It is a cotton quilt with a touch of sunshine, a sweet and greasy taste like dessert, and a soft cotton quilt like a cloud."

"Are you a princess from a fairy tale?!" Osamu Dazai looked back at the description: "Does such a thing really exist?"

Leaving aside the description of the princess, Qian Muye's identity is similar to that of a princess. Looking at Osamu Dazai's disbelieving face, Chihime Makino has a vicious urge to crush her to see the cat's face.

"It exists." Makino Chihime's firm and gentle words shocked the ten-year-old Osamu Dazai.

When Osamu Dazai thought that the girl was going to play the emotional card to "influence" him, the girl's voice changed, and her smiling face turned to him, "Because my father is the strongest before me, he is omnipotent."

Catching the sun and clouds is nothing, there are still people in the world weaving moonlight to make clothes.

Compared with those ingenious people.

A father who is incompetent and unlucky... His works Qian Muye can only say praises with his eyes closed.

Dazai Osamu: "..."

He discovered that the family always had a way to surprise him.

"If Zhijun wants it, I'm the strongest, I'll be happy to help you." Makino Chihime blinked, and the honorifics came out of her mouth with the taste of the afternoon sun, tired, lazy... Bit by bit, Osamu Dazai's extraordinary brain became dull.

It's terrible, it's terrible...

The girl in white with a ray of sunshine around her fingertips smiled, "Zhi Jun, don't forget to feel the sunshine once you come to this world."

The young peach blossoms in early spring, the warm sunshine in the afternoon, and the rain and dew swirling under the umbrella.

Chihime Makino left this stray cat behind.

"As expected of Dazai-kun, you discovered my existence so quickly." The large Fyodor from behind the door came out calmly, without the embarrassment of being called out.

"Hiding so tightly, are you a mouse?" Osamu Dazai snorted softly, expressing his dissatisfaction.

The boy who looked like Fyodor grew up said: "I am Mikhail."

Fyodor coughed sickly, and added: "Mitya is my power."

On the other side, Mikhail’s smile was carved out of the same mold as Fyodor’s, but the sickness between his brows was missing, and he was still a very quiet young man on the whole. He quietly looked at Osamu Dazai, who was about to move after hearing this, and said: “ Dazai-kun, please don't let me experience the experience of being killed."

Osamu Dazai blinked, "I'm a very good boy~"

Onlookers watched Osamu Dazai provoke Fyodor, get tied up actively, jump sideways when playing chess, intentionally ineffective mental pollution..."Punish" smile, just forget this kind of useless information, Dazai-kun treats them Not children.