After becoming a blood clan, he did everything possible to seek death

The plan to go to Odasaku's curry shop was temporarily canceled.

Holding the girl named Yin in his arms, Oz looked at Dazai's back with some concern.

Mainly, he was worried about the comatose boy who was dragged on the ground by his collar.

Oz was helpless: "Do you want to eat Odasaku's curry so much? Let's make it at home?"

Dazai glanced sideways at Ozzy, his eyes full of complex emotions quickly cooled down, and he continued to walk ahead alone.

Oz was going to take the two kids home to heal, so he had to carry the filthy kid.

The girl in his arms was so tired that he closed his eyes, Oz carefully caught up with Dazai's pace, and bumped the guy who looked unhappy with his arm.

"I'll make you curry."

"You have never eaten curry, how can you cook it?"

"Look at the recipe, it will definitely be delicious, don't be angry."

"..."

Osamu Dazai wanted to say that he was not angry because he couldn't eat curry.

But in the end, he let out a low "hum", which was regarded as acquiescing to Ozzy's statement.

Akutagawa's first reaction after waking up to the tangy aroma was not to suspect that he had had a good dream, but the moment he regained consciousness, he began to look for things around him that could defend him.

It's a pity that he just turned over, and the tingling and dizziness from the back of his head forced him to fall flat to the ground again, like a little beast that wants to run before it can walk.

This is not a violent movement, but it still attracted the attention of others.

Dazai diverted his eyes from the game for a second, and gave it to the oil bottle who hadn't figured out the situation, and the next second, a girl wearing a new skirt rushed into Akutagawa's arms firmly.

The wound that has not yet healed is estimated to be a little heavier.

Akutagawa was startled by the sudden impact and coughed on the spot. His vision was blurry, but he could recognize the girl beside him as his sister.

"Cough, cough cough... silver? Cough cough cough..."

"Have a cup of hot water."

Akutagawa's body tightened, subconsciously showing a fierce expression in the direction of the source of the strange voice.

But soon, he fell into a dazed state again.

The soothing palm was patting his back lightly, as if it would relieve the pain from the lungs.

There was also a glass of warm water in front of him.

Clear water in a clean glass.

Such a statement may seem a bit strange, no one will deliberately add adjectives such as "transparent" in front of drinking water.But Akutagawa will, anyone who has lived in the slums will.

The slums do not have the perfect drinking water channels as in the cities. A small part of the water that the residents of the slums can drink on weekdays is brought back from the sea and turned into fresh water through long-term filtration before drinking.And most people don't have access to or securely guarded filtration devices, so most people drink water that's been dug out of the ground or run off of city gutters.

God knows if these water sources are not clean. After all, many times, everyone is familiar with the layer of green floating in the water.

And hot water, hot water is even more precious. Who would pursue a cup of hot water when it is difficult to survive?

"What's wrong?" Ozzy asked a little strangely.

Dazai immersed himself in playing his game console: "You must have been beaten stupid."

Only then did Akutagawa realize that he and his sister had been tidied up, and the wounds were all tied up with bandages, so they weren't exposed at all.

He rarely showed a blank expression.

"You..." Who are you?

Akutagawa couldn't recover until he was sitting at the dining table.

Silver put on a kimono, and was looking at the long-haired man with a blushing face.

In front of them was a curry that seemed freshly made and still steaming.

This is a scene Akutagawa never imagined.

The long-haired man stuffed the spoon into his hand, and turned to the short-haired man beside him and said, "Isn't he really stupid? Why did he get hit on the head?"

The short-haired man lacked interest in this question: "I'm not a zombie, how could I understand the zombie's obsession with the back of his head."

Hearing this, Akutagawa touched his bandaged head: "Hiss."

it hurts.

The curry is made by Oz. The recipe clearly states that two potatoes are needed, but after he cuts the potatoes, he finds that two side dishes can make a large plate. He also needs to add two onions and three carrot.

The whole pot was stewed, and the curry for four people was cooked for eight people.

Ozzy looked worriedly at the large pot of curry, wondering if he could finish it tomorrow.

"Don't you really want to eat more? Dazai? Silver? Akutagawa?"

The Akutagawa brothers and sisters who had been observing everyone in silence shook their heads.

Dazai's expression got even worse: "Why did you call three people at the same time?"

Ozzy didn't react for a while: "Huh?"

Dazai: "I'm expressing, how long are these two brats going to stay here?"

Oz: "It's getting dark, and it's dangerous for two kids to be alone on the street."

Dazai: "You want to keep them for one night??"

Oz: "Well, don't you have a tradition of child labor over there? Why don't you ask Mr. Sen what he means?"

After all, Oz did meet these two children in the future.

And he saw the enthusiasm for Dazai from Akutagawa's eyes.

Oz coughed twice, suppressing the untimely thoughts in his mind.

And Dazai showed an expression of disbelief.

By the time Oz saw the two children again, it had been two days since they first met.

Hearing that Akutagawa has become Dazai's direct subordinate, Oz thought that he should take a look at the current situation of these two children.

So, taking advantage of the opportunity they made another appointment to go to Odasaku, Oz quietly groped into the territory of the port mafia.

Before he pushed open the door that concealed Dazai's smell, he heard a violent crash from inside the door.

A large area protruded from the iron gate, as if something had hit it.

Ozzy stopped in his tracks, snapped his fingers silently, floated beside the vent, and peeked in furtively.

What caught the eye was the violent scene of Akutagawa struggling to come to Dazai and being kicked ten meters away.

The pupils trembled.

It's okay to hire child labor, but they beat child labor!

"Osamu Dazai!!!"

"So you were beaten?" Odasaku's subordinates were holding down a child who was about to misbehave, and beside him was a newly promoted Hong Kong black cadre lying on the table and pretending to be dead.

If the people in Hong Kong and the gangsters saw Dazai's appearance, they might scare many people.

Dazai moved his body and stared resentfully at the people at the other table far away from him: "What do you mean being beaten? This is a quarrel, and an old man who has been single for 30 years will not understand."

"Okay, quarrel." Odasaku compromised without reason.

Whether it's a forced fight or being single for 30 years.

Seeing Dazai unilaterally beating the weak but highly aggressive child and kicking the child until he vomited blood, Ozzy hit Dazai on the head in a rage.

In fact, it was just a shot.

How could Ozzy play hard?

But Dazai is still so crazy, he has a magical expression all the way, as if he has eaten some terrible poisonous mushroom, walking crookedly on the street, muttering words that Odasaku can't understand.

As soon as I entered the store, it was like a deflated balloon, floating on the table and unable to straighten up anymore.

"He quarreled with me because of that brat."

"Ozzy really likes kids."

"Did I fall out of favor because I grew up?"

"It should be too late to kill that brat now."

"Is it better to wipe the neck or put poison in the food?"

"Please don't tamper with the food," Odasaku refused solemnly, he paused, a little embarrassed, "it will make the customers who don't have too many dare to come here to eat even more."

The uncle who is the store manager and chef rolled his eyes, and slapped Curry heavily in front of the two of them: "Please don't worry about the business of the store."

Dazai nodded in understanding, and pointed to his nose: "After all, a guy like me who comes once every two or three months can be called a regular visitor."

Sure enough, the best way to be happy is to hurt someone else.

The uncle was furious: "It's just because of the bad location! When my friend stabilizes in the urban area, I'll go to his place to sell curry!"

Oda Saku added in a low voice: "Sell curry at the coffee shop."

Dazai made a meaningless and hypocritical voice: "Wow."

The uncle angrily went to deliver food to another table of guests in the store.

Compared with Dazai and Odasaku, Oz is much quieter here.

Ozzy has been encouraging Akutagawa who has been bullied, telling him that he must not endure other people's persecution like this again, and solemnly and apologetically proposed to Akutagawa with a broken arm, scars on his face, and a swollen eye: " The next time he hits you, tell me secretly, and I will teach him a lesson for you."

Akutagawa is not good at words, he doesn't know how to explain the series of things Mr. Dazai did to him.After all, he was the one who brazenly begged Mr. Dazai for a reason to live.

So he just remained silent, lowering his head so as not to meet the eyes of the person opposite who clearly expressed concern.

Ghetto quotes - No one will show you unwarranted kindness.

This golden sentence does not seem to be suitable for the person in front of me.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke was a little distracted, the atmosphere was too calm now, he seemed to have temporarily forgotten the black flame burning in his heart.

"Akutagawa."

Akutagawa looked up and saw Ozzy scratching his face in embarrassment.Sure enough, he thought, no one would show kindness to him.

Akutagawa watched Oz quietly, waiting for the request of the person who had saved him and his sister.

Oz sneaked a glance in Dazai's direction first, and after realizing that Dazai was arguing with Oda Tsukuru in a low voice, he stretched out two index fingers and drew a rectangle in the air.

"Have you ever seen a notebook, black," said Oz, "with a drawing of a rabbit on the first page."

Akutagawa froze for a moment, remembering the pamphlet he had pulled out of him when he was kicked away by Mr. Dazai not long ago.

The booklet that fell to the ground was turned several pages by the updraft, and Akutagawa happened to see the rabbit that didn't fit Mr. Dazai's image.

Then, Mr. Dazai picked up the inconspicuous notebook, and carefully wiped off the dust on it.

He looked at Ozzy's expectant gaze, nodded slowly, and then asked doubtfully, "Aren't you going to ask me where it is? Or let me get it for you."

"No need," Oz's smile faded, "It's Dazai's stuff, I'm just asking casually, how could it be possible...to take his stuff casually?"