Special investigation report from Yokohama

The uncontrollable power in his body has been about to move ever since he entered here, Zhongya Zhongya was distracted and restrained while resisting the suppression from Jin Guang, his face became more and more unkind: "Who are you?"

Hong Yao suddenly laughed.

It was a soft smile from the heart, showing only kindness towards him.The moment she laughed, the tense atmosphere in the courtyard quickly melted away together with the golden light all over the garden. In the blink of an eye, the scene of late summer was restored in the shrine. Only the last few falling cherry blossoms showed everything just now Not a mirage.

"I'm an old friend of Huang Ba Tu, you can call me Hong Yao." She said, and politely apologized to him, "Because I couldn't confirm your identity, I tested your ability a little bit, please don't mind .”

As she spoke, the child beside her also slowly fell to the ground, following Hong Yao's movement and saluting him.

The other party was so polite, Zhongyuan Zhong also felt uncomfortable.He coughed dryly, and felt that this statement was too ridiculous: "What is the ancestor's barbarian spit? What does that have to do with me?"

"The first generation of Huangbatu is a god called 'Huangbatu' before you. Your abilities are inherited from him. According to blood relationship, he is your father." Hong Yao replied, not surprised to see him reveal "What are you talking about" expression, "I know what you want to ask, it seems that you are not ignorant of Huangba vomiting."

Nakahara Chuya: ...he really doesn't know anything.

To be precise, what he knew was the "Huang Ba Tu Project", which was the government's plan to create people with superhuman abilities at the end of the Great War.But the person in front of her... No, this girl who doesn't know if she is human, is obviously talking about the legendary god Huangbatu.

But where does his strength come from, he himself still has some points.He is a product of supernatural powers and laboratories. It is not clear whether he is a human being or an artificial creation produced to control supernatural powers, and he does not have the power of a real "god" like her.

"You've got the wrong person." He turned his head away angrily, "I'm not some 'Huangba spit'."

Hong Yao smiled helplessly.

"Although I don't know why you said that." She said, throwing something towards Zhongya Zhongya.Zhongyuan Zhong also caught it, and felt the familiarity from the soul after seeing the face of the thing clearly.

He opened his palm, and what was lying in the palm was a bright yellow amulet. The faint golden light shrouded in the amulet quickly sank into his palm. When the golden light finally disappeared, it seemed that something had returned to its place. The beast calmed down, and Zhongyuan Zhong could even feel his control over the rising power.

"What is this?" he asked.The omamori should have been made for some years, even if it is well preserved, there are rough edges around it, and the color is not as bright as the new omamori.

But that's not what he asked either.What is this layer of golden light that obviously has the same source as the power of the red medicine, and this guard that he has never seen before but is very familiar with?

"That's the guard that combines part of Huang Ba's power with mine, and it can protect you when Huang Ba's power gets out of control." Hong Yao confessed frankly.This was originally something that she and the previous generation of Huangbatu jointly researched. Even if it is a god, Huangbatu's power is too destructive, and it is also easy to affect him.Huangba gave it to her before it disappeared, and now giving it to this new god who hasn't grown up yet can be regarded as returning it to the original owner.

He has no doubts about this, but: "Why did you give me this?"

"Instead of asking this kind of question," Hong Yao paused, "would you mind telling me your current name?"

It was only then that Chuya Nakahara remembered that he hadn't introduced himself yet, and coughed awkwardly: "Chuya Nakahara. My name is Chuya Nakahara."

Red medicine: ...

How should I put it, although I have already met "Dazai Osamu" and "Akutagawa Ryunosuke", but I see people I know... descendants of gods, with the names of poets I know...

Sure enough, it's still a bit strange to string together sets.

Zhong Yuan Zhong also made a mistake: "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing. It's a good name, suitable for writing poems." Hong Yao quickly withdrew her thoughts, smiled and gestured "please" to him, "You probably have a lot of questions, and I'll be honest if I can answer them—enter the room Let's talk, Chuya-kun."

He does not mean that.Even if there is such a predestined relationship as "an old acquaintance with the barbarians of the previous generation", it is too imaginative to praise the name of a person I just met as "suitable for writing poetry"-not to mention that the person who said this is still a beautiful person Girls of the same age.Zhong Yuanzhong also let out a "tsk" uncomfortably, and raised his heels to follow Hong Yao's pace.

The door of the room was closed by the child who followed in last, Dazai Osamu did not follow, but stood in the yard, looking around quietly.The cherry blossoms that were profusely blooming like rain just now have completely melted away, the yard is still the dilapidated yard, and the house is still the same few old rooms.

It was as if the dazzling golden light and the cherry blossom petals falling on him just now were all hallucinations.

but……

He spread his hand, the palm of his right hand was intact, only the blood stain on the bandage reminded what had happened on the mountain road.

Even so, she will say "this is my guest" to Chuya who is chasing her.

It's a bit ridiculous to say so, but Osamu Dazai, who is good at playing with emotions, is actually not incapable of sensing the good intentions of others.On the contrary, it is precisely because he is extremely sensitive to this kind of emotion called "goodness" that he can so easily instigate everything to develop according to his tricks.

So he knew that Hong Yao's casual sigh on the mountain road was exactly what she thought was too real in her heart.

Osamu Dazai lay on the lawn watching the sun go down, felt bored after watching for a while, and closed his eyes again.Maybe it was because I looked directly at the sun for too long, but everything in the shrine was still swaying in front of my eyes like a phantom, shrouded in deep and light yellow patches.The power that can compete with Zhongya is also as bright and dazzling as the sun, shining on everyone fairly.Perhaps she didn't know that when she used her abilities on such a large scale, there would be a golden light in her eyes that couldn't be concealed. When that kind of light shone on him, she had no emotion, and what she showed was only a collection of pure strength.

But when Jin Guang repaired his palm, he clearly felt the surging temperature again.

Power has no emotion, it's just that he has an illusion of its master, which makes this illusion continue to this power.

But how could she have the emotion of "sympathy"?How can a person like her, no, an identity like her, have such strong and genuine sympathy for a person?

Before today, Osamu Dazai had always regarded Hongyao's identity as a mystery that needed to be solved layer by layer; it was only just now that he discovered that the answer to the mystery has always been obvious.Living in a shrine, a familiar attitude towards the gods, an identity that does not belong to this world, and an alienated and sheltered attitude towards the villagers and him equally.

She is the lofty Minerva, the most flawless kind in myths and legends.She was always looking at the farther direction at the junction of dawn and dusk, and they—just happened to be caught by her sight, so they paid equal and friendly attention.

But it doesn't stop there.

"Dazai-kun? Do you like sleeping in the yard?"

Red medicine's voice sounded above his head, Osamu Dazai didn't take off the arm half covering his eyes, but just opened them.The setting sun was much darker, and there was only the sound of breathing around, and Zhong Ye had already left, probably from behind the mountain.

You don't need to think about it to know what she said, it's the guard, right? One life for another?Otherwise, Zhong, who is loyal to the organization, will definitely not let himself a traitor, let alone avoid himself.

"When will Miss leave?" He subconsciously asked.

The other party didn't seem too surprised that she knew it—that's right, she never concealed her fate to leave: "About a month?"

Nothing has changed.

Osamu Dazai felt that she was cruel, but also knew that she had no reason to stay.So he smiled and took away the arm covering his eyes.

Looking down from Hong Yao's head, his expression should not be very good-looking, of course, maybe she is too perceptive.Osamu Dazai saw her frowning slightly, and quickly let go of her. When he spoke, he raised his voice at the end: "Mr. Dazai?"

"Then I wish Miss a good journey in advance!" He originally wanted to say something similar, but when he met those black eyes, he changed another sentence in a mysterious way: "Will Miss call my full name?"

Hong Yao was taken aback.

Of course, calling the full name can be just a simple address, but the first thing she thought of was another legend in Shintoism - the name is the shortest mantra, the god calls the full name of the human being, and can hide the human being in another dimension. It's for the gods to hide.

... This is true, and it is true that the God-inspector cannot use her real name because of this, but what kind of image does she have in Dazai Osamu? !

how?You wanted to kill her when we first met, but now you don't treat her as a human being?

Where did she misunderstand him?

Hong Yao was still a little angry at first, but this person defected and threatened her with the title of Mafia cadre at the port, and pointed a gun at her—willing to protect him in front of Zhongye Zhongye does not mean that the previous suspicions have been resolved, she is also quite vengeful .As a result, Osamu Dazai's magic made her have no place to vent her anger, and she let out a long sigh half amused and half helpless.

"Although I don't know why you think so..." She simply sat down beside him and turned to look at him, "Dazai-kun, do you hate humans so much?"

Shenyin, but it has nothing to do with the world.

Osamu Dazai didn't reply, the two looked at each other for a while, he first showed a childlike cunning expression, blinked at Hongyao to avoid her sight: "Chuya doesn't remember anything, does he?"

Hearing that he didn't want to say more, Hong Yao didn't press the question anymore, so she took a step back naturally: "It's just a small way to blur memory. Let him remember that you are here, it will be very difficult for you."

"Thank you so much, miss." Osamu Dazai skillfully smiled cheerfully at her, Hong Yao was not as relaxed as he was, and stared at him for a while before returning a shallow nod.

"What are you going to do next?" She asked naturally.

Osamu Dazai looked back at her with unclear meaning in his eyes.Hong Yao misunderstood his expression as being at a loss, and she didn't think it was surprising. Anyone who took the initiative or was forced to make a clean break with the past needed time to rethink life.

So she tactfully suggested: "How about a different environment? Since you don't like Port Mafia, why don't you just go in the opposite direction?"

Osamu Dazai looked at her like a frightened catfish, and only after seeing the surprise on Hong Yao's face did he realize his overreaction, and immediately regained his composure: "What is Miss referring to?"

"The mafia is an organization that exchanges violence for money, and buys benefits with human life." Hong Yao said, "How about trying to save lives regardless of gains and losses? Doing chivalry, helping the poor, protecting the weak... In layman's terms , that is, go to the 'good' side."

Acting chivalrously, helping the poor, and protecting the weak.Osamu Dazai recited these words silently, and put on his often puzzling smile again: "It's really demanding, I can't be a lady like that."

"Don't be someone like me." Unexpectedly, Hong Yao gave him a resolute response almost reflexively, "Although I am not the 'evil' party, I am definitely not the 'good' party—if you must If I want a definition, I'm the one who 'stands on the sidelines and does nothing to save'."

The job of the Government of Time is to protect history and the present, and for Hongyao, this is of course very good.But guarding and saving are different. From the perspective of Red Medicine, the guy in front of him is more suitable to find the meaning of life in the real gratitude of the saved, rather than watching the repeated tragedies of history over and over again in the guarding.

"Really?" Her expression was so resolute that Osamu Dazai couldn't think of anything else for a moment, so he could only murmur a question.

As if remembering something, Hong Yao's complexion softened again: "However, a bystander like me can see this kind of thing most clearly. Go to the opposite side and try, Dazai-kun. It's a completely different scenery over there. "

The author has something to say:

From Dazai’s perspective, Hongyao comes from outside this world, possesses magical powers, lives in a shrine, and knows Huangbatu... Especially Dazai is still a theist, so it’s not surprising that he would admit his mistake.

(Actually, Dazai×Miss Shenming poked me a bit xp (cough

Believers who yearn for salvation but can’t believe in it × gods who have traveled here but are destined to leave, etc.