The devil is too popular

Osamu Dazai thought he had, at least once, raised a bird.

The little bird I picked up from the side of the road could not fly at that time, lying on the ground and screaming, the black feathers were attached to her back, he picked it up with his hands, and the hair slipped from his fingertips Pass.

The little bird's black pearl-like eyes met his gaze.

Osamu Dazai smiled at her, picked her up, and took her back.

Atsushi Nakajima didn't care about the specific battle process of the rider, he didn't even bother to take a look at what the ridiculously strong Saber who was fighting the rider looked like.

This is partly because he has absolute confidence in the rider, and partly because the leader has promised him that everything is on schedule.

Chief is absolute.Even if Atsushi Nakajima wanted to kill him, he would absolutely.

But when the boy stood in front of the window, watching the ground outside was quickly submerged by the black torrent, a huge wave was set off at the front of the torrent, and a small, white thing appeared on the top of the wave, even if he was killed now, turned into ashes, The figure that could not erase her from his memory even if he stomped on him ten thousand times.

Atsushi Nakajima couldn't calm down anymore.

He was holding a document in his hand at the time, and he put the document on the table as lightly as possible, but the creases caused by the previous forceful grip on the document were obviously irreversible.

He goes out, opens the door, and closes it.

The moment he stepped out of the door, Atsushi Nakajima turned into a huge white tiger and ran in the corridor!

His steps were light as he entered the door.

"It is you."

Dazai raised his head and glanced at him.

A drop of blood dripped from his wet hair and landed on the plush rug.

The leader sat behind the desk, his eyes flicked across the gap of the half-open door for a moment, saw the scene outside, and then turned back to look at him gently.

Atsushi Nakajima also looked at him, most of the boy's body was soaked in blood.There was no announcement or salute when he came in. He straightened his back and just looked at him quietly.

Atsushi Nakajima's eyes are big cat gold, the kind of golden eyes that catch the attention of all animals when they flash in the jungle night, knowing they will be killed if they don't run away quickly.

Facing those eyes, Osamu Dazai only said, "You killed all my guards."

"..."

Atsushi Nakajima remained silent.

He put his hand on the brass doorknob, and there was a soft 'click', and the half-closed door was closed. The thick wooden door covered the bloody smell outside, and also cut off the sound coming from inside.

After closing the door, he walked forward.

The boy's figure was a little thin, the fangs of the collar on his neck pierced the skin, and his face was pale due to blood loss.

There are some small wounds on his cheeks, and he looks like a high school student who is not good at fighting, but still provokes others in order to fit in with others.

But he has no way out.

Even if you throw Atsushi Nakajima in the most dangerous neighborhood now, no pickpocket will want to stick his hand into his clothes. This boy looks like he is going to die, but he gives you the feeling that if you kick him feet, he'll just cut your neck off with his hands.

Atsushi Nakajima walked towards Osamu Dazai, and a giant tiger loomed behind him. When he was a few meters away from the desk, he jumped forward, and his figure suddenly elongated in midair. It is said that when his front paw touched the desk, he had already turned into a giant tiger at least three meters high.

"Ow—!"

The white tiger's golden eyes were wide open, and he let out a deafening howl. With just a slight tear of his front paw, the solid nanmu desk was easily torn in half like a wafer.Some of the documents on it were torn, and some were blown up by the wind pressure, flying in the air like white butterflies.

If a mafia member with less than 10 kills stood in front of Juhu at this time, he would tremble.

Dazai stood up from his seat.

There was a smile on his face.

The wind blew his black hair back, the white tiger's giant claws were less than three centimeters away from him, and the expensive suit had already been torn into several holes by the wind pressure.

Osamu Dazai stretched out his hand and touched Juhu's forehead.

"..."

The radiance burst forth, and when the radiance dissipated, Baihu turned back into the boy he was before.

"Is this some new form of greeting?"

"..."

The ability was nullified, but Atsushi Nakajima's forward movement did not change at all. As soon as Osamu Dazai finished speaking, his jaw was closed with a fist, and he grabbed Osamu Dazai by the collar and pushed him to the ground.

"Boom..." Dazai Osamu made a heavy muffled sound when the back of his head hit the floor, and his eyes were blurred for a moment due to the impact.Before Atsushi Nakajima had time to wrap his hands around his neck: it would only take a second to end his life, a pained expression appeared on the boy's face.

Osamu Dazai, who was under him, bent his legs, and the leather shoes pressed against his stomach. With a kick, Atsushi Nakajima was kicked directly to the wall.

"Oh!"

"This time the sound was much louder than before."

Osamu Dazai stood up and patted his clothes, "It's good to be ambitious, but I think it will be difficult for Atsushi-kun to defeat me if he doesn't use his abilities."

At the end of his line of sight, Atsushi Nakajima was kicked hard against the wall first, and then fell forward again, half kneeling and supporting the floor with his hands.His blood-soaked bangs hung down, but those golden eyes shone like the eyes of a tiger, and his gaze was simply shocking.

"..."

Atsushi Nakajima wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand and stood up. He didn't say a word, and there was no grief and indignation on his face that the plan had failed.

"Now back to your job, after the punishment...huh?"

Atsushi Nakajima stretched out his right hand from the shadow at his waist.

Osamu Dazai's pupils contracted.

A cylinder gradually emerged in the darkness, and the light shone on it, as if it had been absorbed without any reflection.

It was a 7mm Browning pistol.

Atsushi Nakajima pointed the gun and muzzle at him, and his fingertips pressed the trigger.Obviously, as long as the man in front of him made any rash moves, he would pull the trigger without hesitation.

In front of him, Osamu Dazai smiled and raised his hands in surrender.

"I will accept any punishment in the future." The boy's voice didn't pause at all, as if he was saying a line that had been rehearsed countless times, "but now you should atone for your sin."

The black torrent outside the window continued.

The woman in the torrent stared blankly ahead, without any sense of intelligence in her eyes.

But she was once alone.Atsushi Nakajima thought.

He couldn't even feel the sadness anymore, and he couldn't even find the pleasure of revenge. He just pressed his fingers down gently as if he was doing something to do.

Atsushi Nakajima pulled the trigger.

"boom!"

Before the bullets and bullets were ejected from the chamber, a burst of red light surrounded the muzzle of the gun, and the bullets and bullets were bounced back intact, and the pistol and gun exploded in Nakajima Atsushi's hands.

Before the boy could even feel the pain from the injury to his right hand, a gloved fist magnified infinitely in his field of vision.

"Don't kill him, Chuya."

When he was knocked out, he heard the leader's voice. Compared with before, he lost a lot of emotion and looked very calm, like a bulletproof glass with a thickness of 30 centimeters by the window, which could not be pierced by a rocket launcher.

The three people in the room, even Osamu Dazai himself, did not suspect why Atsushi Nakajima wanted to kill him.Nakahara Chuya had some doubts on his face, but it was not doubts about why he wanted to kill Osamu Dazai, but 'Why now? ' Puzzled.

This doubt came to an abrupt end after Osamu Dazai opened the curtain.

He saw the black torrent surging on the ground like a creature, everything swallowed by the black fleshy shadow, and the figure of a woman gathered on the water.

It was very vague, and at a quick glance, it was concluded that it was a person who had done his best, but there was only one person who would appear on this occasion.

Zhong Yuanzhong also clenched his fist.

The face of his fist lightly touched the table, and the marble table top spread out a cobweb-shaped pit due to gravity.A few small gravels bounced off and fell to Atsushi Nakajima on the ground. When they rubbed on his cheeks, they cut the skin of his cheeks like cutting tofu, leaving small abrasions, and then blood bounced to his feet.

If Nakahara Chuya's fist just covered Osamu Dazai's head, the latter's head would explode like a watermelon.

Nakahara also glanced at Osamu Dazai by the window, and slowly let go of his fist.

"Anyway." He stepped on Atsushi Nakajima's calf, and with a crisp sound, his right leg immediately assumed a twisted posture.

The severe pain caused by the twisted bones spread all over his body. Nakajima Atsushi tied his hands behind his back and looked at him quietly.

"It is not allowed to hurt the leader." Nakahara Chuya said.

Atsushi Nakajima turned his head.

Osamu Dazai looked out of the window, his mood could not be seen from his expression, there seemed to be some melancholy, and some relieved happiness, but they were all very light, as if looking through three layers of frosted glass.

Due to the previous fight, his suit was a little disheveled, and Osamu Dazai ran one hand down to smooth out the folds on it, and looked back at him when he noticed his gaze.

"you hate me."

He smiled at Atsushi Nakajima.

"I thought I was at least trying to make her happy."

This time even Zhongyuanzhong was silent.

In Nakahara Chuya's impression, the first time his wife realized the existence of Osamu Dazai was the day when Osamu Dazai told her that the marriage was dependent on him to survive.

Osamu Dazai made her feel pain that day. In fact, it may not be that Madam didn't feel any pain before. She is as fragile as a glass product, and it will shatter on the ground with just a slight collision.But she never went on to accept the pain after saying 'I don't want it'.

Osamu Dazai seemed to be a storm that was destined to hit her, and she had to wade through the storm to find a place to take refuge. If there was a wilderness around her, she could just stand where she was and let the raindrops hit her. body.

Nakahara also felt that his wife hated Osamu Dazai more or less, and he made her have to come out of the chaos and experience the so-called pain.

But for Osamu Dazai, the story of that day can be extended to a later time.

That night when Osamu Dazai returned to the room, a small light was left on. He lay on the bed and stared at the ceiling, as if he was waiting for someone.

Suddenly, the shadow coming out of the crack of the door swayed for a moment, and by the time the shadow swayed a second time, the shadow had already turned into a girl in a black dress, standing alive in front of his eyes.

That was the girl who broke up with him this afternoon.The little bird that Osamu Dazai picked up from the street a few weeks ago.

Xiaoniao's injury has almost healed, or her original injury was just a decoration, it was made for others and herself to see.

She walked up to him.

She had no shoes on her feet, and her skin almost merged with the shadows when she stepped on the ground.There was no sound at all.

Osamu Dazai didn't move when she knelt on the side of the bed, nor did he when she grabbed his neck.

The girl's hand tightened little by little.tighten up.

She didn't have much strength, and for the first few minutes of this she looked like she was making a nasty joke.Not even a threat.

The rhythm of the blood vessels in Osamu Dazai's neck was a terrifying thing to her.The harder she pinched, the more her natural muscles resisted.For a moment, the girl thought that what she was holding was a living creature - inside Dazai Osamu's neck, under the skin she was pinching, there was really a small animal hidden.

It's struggling.

And she's killing it.

Unknowingly, the girl relaxed a little bit, her eyes drooped, it seemed that she didn't know what she wanted to do.

She wanted to give up, but at this moment, Osamu Dazai stretched out his hand and pressed on the back of her hand, asking her to push harder.

"...!"

Osamu Dazai was really the perfect victim, even too proactive, but in the end it was the girl who withdrew her hand in a panic before he really passed out due to lack of oxygen.

When she withdrew her hand, the blood recirculated and Osamu Dazai coughed like he was dying.

But the corners of his mouth were clearly upward, and he was smiling.

The girl stood aside, turning her hands over and over in a daze. Her palms seemed to still have his warmth, and her skin felt a little slippery due to the force.

She frowned in disgust, but for some reason, she didn't try hard to wipe off the touch on the bed sheet.

On the contrary, the girl clenched her hands into fists.The skin of her palms overlapped, allowing the remaining feelings to superimpose each other.

"Did I...make you miserable?" she said.

Dazai smiled at her.

He opened his mouth, but after the first syllable, there was another earth-shattering cough. When he calmed down and raised his face, his eyes were already wet with physiological tears.

He wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes with the knuckles of one hand, and wiped them on the sheets.

"Yes." He said briskly.

This kind of behavior could easily be interpreted as revenge, because Osamu Dazai had just held the girl's wrist forcefully in the afternoon, leaving a light red mark on it.

If it is revenge, the girl is doing very well now, not only the three-fold return in the Bible, but also the five-fold return.

But the girl just showed a puzzled expression at this time. To her, this seemed to be just some kind of experiment. Although it looked reckless, every step of the experiment was carefully designed.But now there is no problem with every step, but she didn't get the desired result.

Her hands fumbled anxiously around her body.

"I... thought I was one with you. I depended on you to live."

"Yes. There is nothing wrong with that. I originally lived interdependently with believers. I am something they imagined, and they will gradually disappear if they don't want me. I am not me, I am just a part of them."

"So I'm part of you too. Or you're part of me. We're one."

"But now..."

She groped her whole body with her hands, and after confirming that there was not even a single wound, she hung down dejectedly.

There was obviously no damage inside, but it seemed as if it had been severely beaten. Tears kept rolling out of the girl's eyes.

"But now you are in pain, and I am not. Why?"

"Because I'm not you." Osamu Dazai told her briskly.

As he spoke, he shoved a finger into her mouth.

This kind of behavior is usually considered frivolous, but the girl's defenses are unexpectedly weak, and she may not have any sense of self-defense at all.

Her jaw was easily pried open like an ornament, and his finger slid all the way, his fingertips gently touching the center of her tongue.

His fingertips tapped hard. "Oh!" The girl showed a distressed expression for a moment.Her throat trembled, and she instinctively wanted to spit him out.

"Take a bite and see." Osamu Dazai said to her.

"Shh..." blood burst out from the gap between the girl's lips, and she didn't hesitate at all, biting down like biting a piece of meat.

Osamu Dazai was still smiling, but his brows were slightly frowned.This one almost bites the bone.

But his fingers were still in her mouth.

The girl only bit it once, and then her teeth seemed to grind the wound like a kitten rubbing a tooth stick, and each bite brought him a dull pain.

Osamu Dazai picked up her hand that was hanging beside her skirt, put a finger near his mouth, blew lightly on her knuckles as if kissing his hand, and then bit it down.

The girl's skin was like a fruit wrapped in a layer of milk skin. When the blood gushed out, he could almost smell the sweet juice.

Just like that, the teardrops in the girl's eyes rolled out again, and her slender chest swelled slightly and then calmed down.

Her lips moved to say something, and she pushed his fingers with the tip of her tongue.But after pushing it out, he didn't let it slide down by gravity, but grabbed him with the other hand and placed it gently on his chest.

"It... hurts." She cried, "It hurts."

"correct."

"We share pain in this way," Osamu Dazai told her.

"It's not because they are one with each other that one party will feel the pain of the other party unconditionally, but because they want to exert influence on the other party to do so."

From the girl's bewildered appearance, it was impossible to tell whether she understood the sentence, her eyes were just uninterrupted big drops of tears, but she didn't take back her hand.

After Osamu Dazai pulled her hand out, he kissed the back of her hand again.

"Will you listen to me?"

The girl shook her head blankly, everything that happened today was unknown to her.she does not know.

Dazai stared at her for a few seconds.The girl's tears slid down the two wet marks on her cheeks to her chin, then cut through the air, and fell on her feet in big drops.

"Go out now." Osamu Dazai said.

"Go get the bandages, they need to be bandaged."

He used an imperative tone.

The girl still shook her head, but after shaking her head for a while, she turned around and ran out the door.

Five minutes later, she came back with as many bandages as there were hills obscuring her view.

"We are not one."

Osamu Dazai gave himself a simple treatment, and then wrapped her fingers with a bandage. Even if the girl suffered an injury that would be fatal to an ordinary person, she would recover in the next second, but now her fingers are still intact. The bloody appearance means that she is unconsciously imitating Osamu Dazai, hoping to behave like him.

Osamu Dazai used a cotton swab dipped in medicine to disinfect her. Every time the cotton swab was pressed, the girl's body trembled, and tears flowed from her eyes.She put one hand on her eyes and said, sobbing, "We are not one, but you want to [influence] on me."

She imitated what Osamu Dazai said just now.It's like a child who babbles and learns a new word for the first time.The expression is a little strange.

But after understanding what it meant, she fell silent.

"..."

Osamu Dazai wrapped the bandage around her finger.

"It's the first time anyone wants to do that," she said.

"Everyone treats me like trash. They don't even look at me."

She sobbed harder, but when she took her hands from her eyes and looked at him, those eyes were not those of a bewildered victim.

On the contrary, they are the eyes of a mob with no way out who has grasped something and is determined not to let go of it for the rest of his life.

"So."

As she spoke, her slender chest trembled due to excessive crying and lack of oxygen, but her eyes were fixed on Osamu Dazai.

"Don't let me go, command me, expect me."

She lifted her hand from Osamu Dazai's hand, the wound that had just been treated opened again, and the blood dripped and caressed his cheek, the blood slid down his cheek to his chin, and then continued to drip down.

Her hand was as cold as a block of ice.

"I will do anything for you."

The little bird murmured.

Osamu Dazai finished the story, and showed Chuya Nakahara the wound on his finger as if showing off.

Bitten close to the root of the finger, it looks like an old ring, too small because of the old ring that was worn for a long time and left a wound on it.

Zhongyuan Zhong also looked at the wound for a few seconds and sighed.

"I think you're lying," he said with startling honesty.

"Don't believe it?"

"Half of it is because of your behavior that people can't believe your words at all, and so what if you believe them." He said, "Is there something contradictory in the middle? Between your words."

"Tell me." Osamu Dazai looked at him encouragingly.

Zhongyuan Zhong also either exposed his lies, or questioned the completely correct boss, no matter which party is a taboo in the mafia, but he was not angry, just said "reality always contradicts each other Yes."

"She said she was not taken seriously." The statement of not being taken seriously is really too euphemistic. Dazai Osamu's original words were "Other people treat me as garbage. They don't even look at me."

"Of course, that was before she and I met."

Osamu Dazai said that it was as if he had redeemed her, but in fact, anyone who knew his wife a little would know that she lived an unhappy life.

Nakahara was also surprised by his shamelessness, and continued, "But even before that, you told me that she is a goddess, but she fell down because of certain things later."

"Something." Osamu Dazai repeated.

"She is very powerful." Nakahara said, "A strong person will not be treated coldly no matter where he is."

"The two don't conflict." Osamu Dazai said briskly.

This is a logical flaw that is absolutely inexplicable. If the girl was a goddess before she met Dazai Osamu, and if she wantonly swayed her power that is too much for this world, then no matter where she is There will be people who can ignore her power, and everyone will kneel down to her, throw themselves on the ground to her, and enshrine her on the altar.

But Osamu Dazai almost portrayed her as a poor little girl who couldn't live without him.

But now he is speaking such words with confidence.

"Hey, did I mention the full version?"

"Knot love is god, but."

He said, thought about it, and smiled again. "To be precise, it's part of God."

Zhong Yuanzhong was also completely surprised.

"How should I put it, I originally told you that gods were born because of the beliefs of believers. If you think about it carefully, you will know that it is impossible."

"It's not a god with a long history like Venus Ares. Those are the real gods born of faith. But have you ever heard of the name Edogawa Yuai anywhere? It's completely No, right?"

"She seems to have only lived for more than ten years. Even the clothes she was wearing when she was picked up were modern, and she should be a god born in modern times."

"In that case..." Zhong Yuan also held his hand.

"It's not like in ancient times, if you hold a lighter, you will be considered a god who manipulates flames. How can modern people be so easy to deceive."

"Even if a real supernatural person walks outside of Yokohama, they are often thought of as special effects for filming."

Osamu Dazai said, "Then there is only one possibility."

"Knotting love is not firstly believed in as a symbol, and the power instilled by this belief."

"On the contrary, she was the first to show a superhuman power that no one can resist, so she was feared by humans and turned this name into the name of a god."

"But you said she..."

If Jie Ai lived such a life before time travelling, then the possibility that Jie Ai was used as a puppet to absorb faith can be dispelled.

"She is a genuine demon god who suppresses a world, so it is even more impossible for her to be ignored?" Nakahara said.

"Yes, yes." Osamu Dazai admitted nonchalantly.

"She is a product of another world. In that world, she should have caused a lot of trouble to others unscrupulously. She should be hated to a certain extent."

"I told you that Yuai is a goddess who fell into a monster after being hurt by a hero, but who can hurt her?"

"As long as anyone in that world has the ability to stop her, she won't be believed by everyone as an irreversible god?"

"..." Zhongyuan Zhong was also silent.

"The only possibility is a believer." Osamu Dazai announced the answer.

"In faith, on my knees, shaking deeply, thinking 'ah, this existence, if only it could be limited by something.'"

"So the believers began to wantonly impose delusions on her."

"This world can't do it, there must be a certain world, at least one world that has this possibility: She was defeated by someone, no longer superior, and became a lower existence than us."

Dazai laughed.

"Then we'll be happy," he said.

Zhong Yuanzhong also trembled with his hands.

"How is this possible..."

How could this kind of thing happen in the real world because the nature of a certain person can be changed just by the opinion of a certain person!

"Of course it is impossible normally. Even if you tell a building block to quickly become a human being, it is impossible for it to change from a wooden structure to a carbon-based organism."

Dazai took a breath.

"But she is a god."

For a moment, Atsushi Nakajima, who was sitting on the ground, felt that Osamu Dazai was suppressing the anger in his chest.

"Since you have become a god, you have to accept the delusions of believers. Or belief."

"Their beliefs were briefly projected onto her, and shaped something like a shadow."

"Different believers hold different ideas and gather different existences. It's like the mirror image on a flat mirror, concave mirror or convex mirror when you walk through it."

"Of course the shadow and the main body are not the same person, but they exist at the same time and have something in common."

"She is this kind of shadow." Osamu Dazai said.

"She is indeed just the delusion of believers. This kind of thinking is even disrespectful to outsiders, and it is even more blasphemy to believers."

"She was the 'possibility of the gods' they imagined. But the people who fantasized her were themselves terrified."

"In the world ruled by knot love, having such thoughts will of course be sentenced to death, or in other words, will be reduced to a situation worse than death."

"Why do I have such thoughts? Is this the devil that seduces people in the Bible? It's all your fault!"

Osamu Dazai imitated it vividly, and then smiled.

"They desperately deny her existence because of fear and guilt. Shadows, witches, and fallen monsters, she is nothing but such things."

"despair."

Blood dripped from the clenched fists of Atsushi Nakajima.

And Zhongyuanzhong only raised one question.

"All the shadows." His tone was unexpectedly calm, "Do they all exist at the same time?"

"How is it possible?" Osamu Dazai said, "It's fine if it's the main body, it just exists because of the believers' thoughts, and of course it will die because of the believers' resistance."

"..."

Zhong Yuan also had a blank expression for a moment.

He understood exactly what happened that day.

It is generally believed that it was the day after Osamu Dazai taught her the pain that the relationship between the two took off.

It's like playing a game. Since you choose this option and meet this condition, the event will be triggered naturally, and then you can go all the way to the end smoothly.

But the reality is not playing games after all, human beings are something more flexible, just knowing is not enough, love needs time to confirm.

After that, it took another week, even if a historian with a magnifying glass to observe whether an antiquity hundreds of years ago was fake or not would not observe a person so seriously, she let go of her remaining guard , thinking with all his heart that he could entrust himself to him.

She was very happy that day, really happy, when Nakahara Nakaya saw her on the road, she was smiling.

The girl stopped when she touched him, put her hands in front of her and nodded obediently to him, saying "good afternoon."

Nakahara took off his hat and put it on his chest, and nodded at her too, but she walked away briskly before he could respond.

Looking at her back, he felt as if he was watching a small animal he met by chance drifting away. When she turned the corner, the figure disappeared, with a shadow of a smile on the corner of her mouth. He put the hat on and looked away. Move on.

She walked forward, forward, to the end of the corridor, and with just one look, she made all the black suits guarding the door retreat, and then opened the door.

She walked on the ground without making a sound.Her gaze was like a magnet, attracting Osamu Dazai's gaze from another direction, the two of them stared at each other for a few seconds, Jieai blinked and smiled happily.

At this time, she is still a very happy child.

"I've learned a few things over the week," she said.

It was this week that she went from a mindless and beautiful handicraft to a real person.

As she spoke, she wrapped her hands around her hair and looked at him with eyes full of emotion, almost tearing up in the blink of an eye.

"Now I have something to ask you."

As she spoke, she took a breath, paving the way for the next sentence—a very important sentence.

Dazai looked at her.

"You think, no matter what, I can be called a person?"

"A separate person. Not someone's appendage. I am me."

Dazai nodded.

"I'm talking to you now," he said.

"Thank you, thank you, really," she said, lightly, but with a more serious emotion that she hadn't even noticed.

"It's because of you that I started wanting to be a person, thank you, really."

After she finished speaking, she bent over to him, opened the door and went out, and closed the door softly before leaving.

After going out, she hummed and walked in the corridor, touching the patterns on the wall with her hands.

When she came around a corner, she blinked blankly.He assumed a side-lying position before falling.He didn't hit his face on the floor.

It wasn't until an hour later that the black suits who thought he had finished talking with her came back and found the girl fainted on the ground.

Her fainting wasn't physiological, anyway, she didn't have any wounds on her body from the outside, but she didn't know what was going on deeper - Osamu Dazai refused anyone to conduct a physical examination on the girl in any form.

He was just like those feudal and superstitious parents in the past, thinking that as long as she was allowed to sleep in bed a few times and kept getting plenty of sunlight, she would get better naturally.

Nakahara also scoffed at this, but before he held a gun to Dazai Osamu's temple to force him to agree to let the doctor come in, the girl finally opened her eyes.

She looked the same as before she passed out, not to say that the three days of lethargy hadn't done her any harm, but that she was already looking very unhealthy before she passed out.

Within a week of her conversation with Osamu Dazai, she became visibly brighter.When she smiled at Nakahara in the corridor that day, Nakahara was even willing to believe that this world is beautiful.But this time the fainting seemed to have used up all the vitality accumulated in her body, and she became sickly again.

At that time, Nakahara Chuya's gun was on Dazai Osamu's forehead, and his fingers were resting on the board and machine. Dazai Osamu was about to speak, but before he said anything, his face froze with a smile on his face.

Zhong Yuanzhong was also startled suddenly, and turned to look at the girl on the hospital bed, but she just opened her eyes blankly, as if she didn't see the farce a few meters away, her black pupils stared at a void.

"…very noisy."

Obviously no one spoke, but the girl muttered weakly.

While speaking, she grabbed the quilt on her lap and covered her ears with force.

"It's noisy, what are you talking about?"

"...Stop scolding me."

Of course Nakahara Chuya didn’t say anything, neither did Osamu Dazai. If someone from Hong Kong gangsters dared to insult her in front of Nakahara Nakaya, he would directly use a power to make that person embed their brains in the water.