Human tiger means that the tiger's needle does not poke

It was too difficult to breathe freely, and that feeling had been there since Atsushi Nakajima woke up.

"are you awake?"

Someone was talking next to his ear, the voice was familiar to him, Atsushi Nakajima moved his fingers, and then touched his cock.The neck is intact and there are no other marks.

he is still alive?Isn't his head screwed off?Isn't he dead?

Osamu Dazai touched his forehead, the temperature was normal, he stretched out his hand to open his eyes, and carefully observed Atsushi Nakajima's pupils.After there was no abnormality, he stood up and seemed to be leaving.

Suddenly, his figure shook, and at that moment, Atsushi Nakajima felt as if he was about to fall down.

"Mr. Dazai!"

The young man who quickly got up from the hospital bed stepped forward barefoot and helped Osamu Dazai to stabilize.The man who was supported coughed, and there were thick blue and black eye circles around his eyes, making him look a bit haggard.

Osamu Dazai caught the worry on Nakajima Atsushi's face, wanted to laugh but held back, he cleared his throat: "Atsu-kun, I stayed up all night and I feel a little uncomfortable. Since you are fine, go help Shall I buy something?"

Atsushi Nakajima, who didn't know why, looked at the darkened sky outside, and his eyes moved.

He had just woken up, nothing was clear, and he had no idea what he had been through.But he seems to have guessed that the staying up late that Osamu Dazai said was waiting for him to wake up.

"Okay. Mr. Dazai, what would you like to eat?"

"Daifuku, Dorayaki, Fish Yaki, Monaka, Honeydew Melon Bun, Kopeito, Chocolate Dipped Banana..."

Osamu Dazai: blah blah blah blah

"None of the above, I want to eat Xijiufu."

Atsushi Nakajima: Ah this

After taking a few deep breaths and doing a few stretches, Atsushi Nakajima was ready to go.An unfamiliar environment, obviously not a high school for magic arts, and the most important thing is that he has no money.How can I buy things without money?

As soon as he walked to the entrance, his gilt purple eyes raised slightly, and Atsushi Nakajima saw Osamu Dazai's coat.The beige windbreaker jacket had a bulging pocket, as if it contained something.

"Mr. Dazai, you have spent money."

Not long after Atsushi Nakajima walked out, the anti-theft door of the small apartment was easily opened again.Just a snap of the fingers can make Osamu Dazai notice.He sat cross-legged on the tatami, his body was a little thin with his jacket off.

"Good evening, Mr. Strongest, there aren't some wretched perverts following you, after all, there might be unknown traitors..."

"Traitor? Mr. Dazai is referring to the traitor?"

Gojo Satoru took off his sunglasses amusedly, and looked around.His blue eyes were full of smiles, he squatted on the tatami, a bit like a delinquent youth.There was a bit of teasing on a doll's face.

"Otherwise? Don't you believe that the curse in the Youth Court didn't appear out of thin air? Besides, Miss Glass also mentioned yesterday that there is nothing wrong with the assistant supervisor."

Osamu Dazai took a sip of the tea in front of him, and tapped his slender fingers non-stop.Gojo Gojo lost his smile and began to pour tea by himself, but it didn't mean he liked this drink.Sure enough, the sweet milkshake is better.

Did Osamu Dazai pour him tea?impossible.

"Then do you mean to prepare to do something, Mr. Dazai? Otherwise, why did you bring my students to this small apartment overnight? What if Katsuo Yuuto-kun knew about it?"

Gojo Satoru knew very well that Atsushi Nakajima's ability was known during this operation.And what he learned from Osamu Dazai was that it would be wrong for both parties if Hirohito Knotashi knew about Atsushi Nakajima's supernatural power.

Avoiding meeting is the first way now, and judging from Dazai Osamu's dignified expression yesterday, he felt that not only the container of Knotweed Yuhito was targeted, but Nakajima Atsushi, the white tiger supernatural being, was also targeted.

"What should be done, I will do it. I just want to tell Mr. Wujo that I will not call you overnight again."

Nakajima Atsushi who just walked in: Huh? ! ! !So what you said about staying up late to take care of me is also false?

"Ah, Dun-jun, I never said that I stayed up all night to take care of you—"

The cunning fox man took Kikufuku's bag from the petrified Nakajima Atsushi, grinning all over his face.Gojo Satoru also smiled at him in a good mood, but the two flowers made Atsushi Nakajima want to cry.

"Dun Jun, did you meet someone?"

Osamu Dazai stuffed Kikufu into his mouth, and pointed to a CD in Atsushi Nakajima's hand.The content drawn above is a thriller experimental horror film that he doesn't like very much. Dazai Osamu has always liked to appreciate literary films.

"Well, I met a guy who seems very introverted. Not very talkative, but he's a nice guy."

Wujo Gojo hummed a few words, touched his chin and saw a corner of the wallet in Atsushi Nakajima's pocket.After comparing the memory of Osamu Dazai's wallet, his cheeks swelled after eating Kikufuku.

"Mr. Dazai, you should worry about your pocket money, it's so pitiful, you can only eat such delicious Kikufu once."

Gojo Satoru: If you spend money from seniors, you can’t poke Nakajima-san

Nakajima Atsushi who inexplicably got a thumbs up from Gojo Satoru: Huh? ? ?

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On the dark road, the light of the street lamps flickered on and off, and the summer evening wind was obviously warm, but at this moment Yoshino Junpei suddenly recalled the horror story told to him by the young man he met just now.

Orphanage children in confinement, stared at for hours by a pair of eyes behind impossible-to-hidden bookshelves.

"That man is really amazing, telling such a scary ghost story."

Yoshino Junpei rubbed his arms, feeling that the air around him became cold.The man carrying the cloth bag vegetable basket lifted his hand, and he stuffed the vegetables that were about to fall out into it.

But a tomato fell from the bag to the ground with a grunt because of his slippery hand.

"What about yours? Take it well—"

When he was about to bend down to pick it up, a tall and thin man came out from a place far away from the street lights. He picked up the bright red tomato one step faster than him, and handed it back to him.

"Thank you..."

The man's hand was injured, and his face could not be seen clearly in the shadows. When the two handed over the tomatoes, Yoshino Junpei inadvertently rubbed against his fingertips.The callused fingers were cold, which made his sense of horror rebound again.

The other party seemed to be laughing, the laughter was very soft, but unexpectedly pleasant.

At this time, a taxi with flashing lights drove over from a distance, and stopped on the side of the road, just lighting up the face of the person who helped him pick up things.

"See you by fate, it's getting late, remember to go home early."

The gentle and beautiful young man smiled lightly, dispelling the uneasiness in Yoshino Junpei's heart in an instant.

Surprisingly, he is a very gentle person, but is it because his hands are so cold because he is born with a cold body?Yoshino Junpei has been watching, from the time the young man got into the car, to the moment the taxi drove out of sight.

"Is it an illusion? There were three people in the car just now?"

It stands to reason that such a late carpool is also unlikely?Who is the man in the hat on the co-pilot?friend?

Yoshino Junpei shook his head, he couldn't figure it out a bit, so he simply took everything just now as random thoughts.

The author has something to say:

Yesterday 3.20 was Huzi's birthday, I missed it and haven't updated yet!

Sit down, forgive me, so I added it, this one is also called "The Clue of Internal Traitor"

Alright, here are the two updates, I love you guys~

happy birthday tiger