I saved the world after jumping backwards

The boy's lips were cold and soft, accompanied by the bitter breath of the sea, seabirds were singing, and the moist wind was blowing on his cheeks. With his eyes closed, he looked a little pious, and his slender eyelashes trembled slightly.

But, it's weird.

Why, are you trembling?

Just as he was thinking like this, someone's "voice" came through.

"What's the matter, the expression of the sky falling? Are you scared by me?"

The man hummed softly in a good mood, and the smile could no longer be hidden in those iris-colored eyes. He asked, "You said, did we just die for love?"

"What a romantic word. Two people who love each other fall into eternal darkness together. I'm afraid even the cold sea will become warm. Ah, did I make you angry again? But I won't say sorry, Because that's what I want to do."

"You look beautiful when you cry, Xiaoxue."

He smiled softly and gently, but his tone was a little hollow and erratic, "I, compared to dying in pain and torture, I still think it's better to end everything so easily just by closing your eyes, but sometimes ..."

"But in my heart, I always feel that this is not enough." He smiled softly, "When it's cold, people think about putting on more clothes or getting into the stove, right? But sometimes I don't think."

"Ah, you already know the answer, right? Because we are the same kind of people." He sighed for a long time, his iris eyes sparkled, like a child who picked up a treasure from the ground, and he continued: " Hey, Xiaoxue, let me ask you, what is the essence of human beings?"

"In this organization full of violence and death, driven by instinct and desire, I have been looking for the answer to this proposition."

"However, no matter how I approach these things, they are still the same, still untouchable and far away."

He is like a person in a swamp, longing for the branches that others stretched out to him, but not quite like this, he longs for something else.

As he once said, people would want to get warmth from clothes and stoves when they are cold. The moment Yukibu heard him say this, he got the answer, if it was him, if it was Dazai If ruled——

It will simply throw itself into the flames until it burns out.

He felt the danger instinctively, and the other party's words were gradually affecting his mood. He obviously didn't want to listen anymore, but the voice continued to come.

"Going to the endless darkness alone is really too lonely. I finally met you. I don't want to wander alone in the dark night anymore."

The young man smiled. He had a harmless face like an angel, but at this moment, he gently uttered twisted words of love like a devil.

"—So, come and accompany me."

The "voice" is conveying emotion, hot but thick, sweet and sticky emotion, it will be drowned if it goes on like this, I will... shaken.

I couldn't respond to him at all, so—

You have to escape.

Liao Xuebu opened his eyes suddenly, turned over and sat up, breathing heavily.

He had this dream again.

Osamu Dazai's voice seemed to be still echoing in his ears, and Xuebu's eyes were in a trance. He stretched out his hand and stroked his hair soaked in cold sweat to the back of his head. After taking a long, deep breath, the pure white quilt and his somewhat pale arms It finally became clear.

He looked around, and a luxuriously decorated pure white room just entered his field of vision. He was relieved, and his heart that had been hanging was finally let go.

A week ago, Yukibu left Japan by plane after bidding farewell to Odasaku, but for some reason the Port Mafia did not issue a warrant for him.

For the safety of Oda, he destroyed all the information and records he left in Yokohama before leaving for Russia, and then handed a transmitter to Oda.Even if Mafia at the port wanted to find him through Odasaku, as long as he handed over the transmitter Odasaku, he would not be in danger.

There was a "knock knock" sound, and the door of the room was knocked.

"Mr. Sariel, are you all right?"

Xuebu wiped his face and replied: "I'm fine."

The person outside the door said respectfully: "I understand. If you need anything, please call me at any time. I will always stay outside the door."

"Don't be so troublesome, Mr. Ivan, it's already late, you should go to rest early."

"Mr. Sariel, I'm sorry to have misunderstood you." The man called Ivan stopped Xuebu immediately after he finished speaking.

"You are the master's guest, and these are what I should do for you. Rather, if you don't let me do this, the master will punish me instead. I don't want to make the master unhappy, so if you think I'm an eyesore , please ignore me."

Ivan clearly stated his position, and Xuebu had nothing to say about it. He sighed long and lay back on the bed again. The soft sheets and exhausted spirit made him enter the bed again soon. sleep.

When I opened my eyes again, it was already daytime.

Xuebu came to the restaurant after washing up, and the man with a bandage on his head smiled and took him to the seat, with a hint of complaint in his mouth, "Master has been waiting for you for a long time."

On the opposite side of the dining table, a black-haired man with a sleepy expression was sitting quietly with his chin propped up. He obviously seemed to be in a daze with a bored posture, but his appearance of sitting quietly on the chair seemed a bit cute.

Seeing the arrival of the silver-haired boy, his scarlet eyes seemed to be lit up, he raised his head and smiled lazily at the boy in front of him, "Sariel."

Xuebu nodded to him after taking his seat, "Mr. Fyodor."

Hearing his address, Fyodor squinted his eyes with some ease, and said regretfully, "You should just call me Feiya as before."

The silver-haired boy picked up the knife and fork, processed the food in front of him, and said lightly: "But I think you also know that the present is the present, and the past is the past."

He raised his eyebrows slightly, and a slightly mocking smile was drawn on the corner of his mouth, "Or, do you think I'm as easy to deceive now as I was before?"

Fyodor was stunned for a moment, and after a while, he said with a good-natured smile: "I didn't mean that, but I just feel that although the memory has been restored, compared with the previous you, you are like two people now. "

"But what you said is also true. Everything cannot be static. After all, so many things have happened in this year, and these experiences are affecting you in the past."

Xuebu took a deep breath, and said with a grim expression, "What exactly do you want to say?"

Seeing that he was angry, Fyodor showed some strange expression again. He opened his scarlet eyes wide, and he looked a little dazed and obedient.

Instead, he said with a faint smile: "I'm sorry Sally, please take what I said just now as my own words, I don't want to make you angry."

A week ago, Liao Xuebu came to Russia. After being picked up by someone arranged by Fyodor, he came to the lair of the legendary "Rat of the Dead House".

Although Fyodor said that Xuebu would come to Russia to be his companion, but in fact, these days, he did not give him any work.Not only that, but also sent additional people to monitor and monitor him for the reason of arranging people to serve him, and that Ivan was one of them.

He basically handed over everything he could communicate with, and he couldn't communicate with the outside world. It was like waking up suddenly from a dream yesterday. If there was a little noise like this, Ivan would appear.

"Are you full? Sariel, is the food not to your liking?" Fyodor asked with concern when he saw Xuebu stopped the tableware.

Xuebu raised his eyes to look at him, and said slowly: "Mr. Fyodor, it's almost time to return the agreed things to me."

"Hmm——" the black-haired man's eyes looked thoughtful, and suddenly he laughed, "That's right, but don't worry, let's talk about it after dinner."

After the meal time, he took the napkin handed by Ivan, thanked him, and wiped his mouth gracefully.

"Today is the day of worship, Sariel." Fyodor said, "So, I need you to go to church with me today before I can take you there."

The silver-haired boy clenched his fists, his good-looking brows were furrowed, his tone was finally stained with anger, he didn't intend to play Tai Chi with this cunning man, "Are you kidding me?"

A certain aura appeared faintly on Xuebu's body, which made Ivan, who was standing by, feel the danger. He immediately stood in front of Fyodor, looking warily at the silver-haired boy in front of him.

"I didn't trick you, I swear to the gods, Sariel." Fyodor put away his smile, his tone was soft and sincere, and he looked very harmless. If he didn't know his true face, he might be killed. He leads by the nose.

The silver-haired boy's brows and eyes were slightly curved, and he also showed a sweet smile. To deal with such a person who thinks that everything is under his control, as long as something happens beyond his expectations, it will be fine.

For example, disgust him.

"Ah—so that's the case." Xuebu propped his chin with one hand, and brushed his silver hair with the other hand in boredom, and smiled lightly under the vigilant or doubtful eyes of the two men in front of him.

"Mr. Fyodor, it seems that you still have more love for me, and you even came up with such a way to take the opportunity to date me." There was a frivolous mockery in his eyes, which made Fyodor couldn't bear it. Keep your eyes wide open.

"Huh? Why do you have a puzzled expression? When we were in Yokohama, weren't we a couple for a while?" Under Ivan's hostile gaze, he continued, "I cook all the meals you eat every day. , The pocket money was also given by me, although it was very hard, but because your face is still in line with my aesthetics, so I continued to take you in."

"Don't you forget, Mr. Whiteface?"