I saved the world after jumping backwards

"Are you right? Sariel."

The sound of boots hitting the ground sounded, and a silver-haired boy wearing a white suit jacket stepped out of the shadows, inside was a Tang suit with a gradient from white to blue and dark brown short boots.Her long silver hair was tied into a slightly loose ponytail, and a warm jade earring hung on her right ear not covered by her sideburns.

This young man has a snow-white and thick face, but his expression at this time is indifferent, as if a thin layer of ice is condensed.

He responded softly, in a nonchalant tone: "Can you please don't talk to me, Mr. Mouse. I don't think we know each other well?"

The black-haired man walked towards him, his scarlet eyes narrowed slightly, and he sighed sadly: "It's really sad, you have forgotten my name after waiting for six years, you are really a Heartless man, Sariel."

"It's disgusting to hear you talk like that, it's giving me goosebumps."

The silver-haired boy named Sariel frowned in disgust. He passed the man standing in front of him and sat straight on the chair. After picking out a red apple from the fruit basket, he couldn't help but say: : "As expected, I still can't get along with you."

Fyodor smiled disapprovingly, as if he didn't care what the boy said just now, "I think we are very compatible, after all, we have been together day and night for six years."

"Don't say such misleading words, if it weren't for..." the silver-haired boy didn't finish speaking, and the sound of footsteps coming towards the two had already reached his ears.

Shibusawa Tatsuhiko walked into the hall, his eyes swept over Yukibu who was sitting on the chair, and Fyodor who was standing on the side, he looked unhappy and whispered: "It seems that you two It was a pleasure talking."

Fyodor rolled his eyes and sighed softly: "Thanks to you, Bai Qilin, I haven't had a good chat with Sariel for a long time."

"You're still here, Mr. Shibusawa." Xuebu breathed a sigh of relief, and said complainingly: "If you want me to be alone with this man for a while longer, I'm afraid I will suffocate to death."

Shibusawa smiled softly, "It looks like you don't like Little Canary, Fyodor-kun."

"Although it's a pity, it seems to be the case." Fyodor tilted his head, lowered his eyes slightly, and said in a troubled manner.

After that, he raised his eyes and looked at the man in white behind Shibusawa, the smile on his face deepened a bit, his tone was teasing and teasing, and he said harshly: "Oh, this is really a familiar face , look who is coming, Sariel."

The black-haired man who followed Shibusawa Tatsuhiko into the "Kaisai" froze in place the moment he heard the boy's voice. He couldn't forget the voice. It was too familiar to him, after all, he had heard it countless times Appeared in his dream again.

Osamu Dazai walked forward in a daze, joyful and unreal emotions filled his heart, he heard his heart beating uncontrollably, but the next moment he stopped, maintaining a not far not near With a safe distance, the mood also calmed down.

"It's such a touching goodbye, let me think about it, I think you should have been gone for six years?" Fyodor's incendiary voice sounded again, and he encouraged with a smile: "It's been six long years, Dazai-kun, don't you want to say hello to Sariel?"

Before Dazai had time to speak, Xuebu took the lead and said, "What kind of moth are you trying to fix?"

The silver-haired boy didn't get up, and still maintained his posture leaning on the chair. Like a noble cat, he propped his head on one hand, and glanced lazily and proudly at the visitor.

The tall and handsome black-haired man's iris-colored eyes reflected his appearance. When his eyes met with his own, a strange light flashed in the other's eyes. Xuebu could feel the complex emotions involved. in.

He frowned, and looked away without hesitation, "I said, Mr. Mouse, you didn't just find someone to deceive me again, did you? I don't have any impression of Mr. Dazai."

"Hehe..." The black-haired man in the plush hat bent down with laughter, covered his stomach and let out an uncontrollable laugh, wiped away the tears from the laughter, shook his head with a kind of pity He looked at Dazai, "I'm sorry Dazai-kun, Sariel probably forgot about you, so don't pay attention."

Xuebu stood up, and with his brows slightly bent, he smiled sweetly in Dazai's direction: "As the mouse boss over there said, I'm sorry, Mr. Dazai."

Although the silver-haired boy said sorry, he didn't mean to apologize at all. Dazai said with a smile: "It's okay."

He turned his head to look at Shibusawa, "That's how everyone is there?"

"Of course." Shibusawa took off the white rose pinned to his chest, and gently handed it to the boy, his red eyes sparkled, "Give me a noble angel?"

Xue Bu's eyes paused for a moment on the pure white flowers, and then he took the flower branch handed by the man, and he slightly raised the corners of his lips, showing a sly smile.

Shibusawa Tatsuhiko was stunned, because the boy in front of him tore the pure white flower into pieces, the juice from the broken petals stuck to the boy's snow-white and slender fingers, producing a broken beauty that made people inexplicable There was an urge to clean it up for him.

"Mr. Shibusawa, I'm not an angel, a flower can't get me away." Xuebu threw the petals in his hand to the sky, and said softly, "Next time, at least bring some more."

"You're right." Shibusawa's lips also raised a smile, and he sighed long: "Just one flower is not worthy of my angel."

"Now that the actors are all on stage, let's get to the point." Fyodor interrupted Shibusawa with narrowed eyes, "I've been looking forward to today for a long time."

Dazai also sat down, leaning on the back of the chair gracefully and lazily, he turned his head sideways, stared at the mist outside the window, and said slowly: "The curtain has been lifted, and this show will officially begin. , so what is the name of the play?"

Shibusawa nodded his chin and thought, "I haven't thought about that yet."

Dazai tilted his head and looked sideways at him, with a rather sad expression, "How can such an important play not have a name, it seems that you really need redemption."

Shibusawa picked up an apple, and said lightly: "You may be right, Dazai-kun, but only my angel in this world can save me."

He shifted his gaze to the silver-haired boy, who was propping his chin, looking bored. When he noticed his gaze, the boy turned his head and raised the corner of his lips slightly, "Mr. Shibusawa, I said Well, I'm not an angel."

Xuebu smiled lightly, rather it could be said that the four people present were smiling with different thoughts.

The silver-haired boy shifted his gaze to the black-haired man sitting across from him, looked at his smiling face, his eyes moved slightly, and he couldn't help sighing softly: "A beautiful person, or... ..."

Shibusawa looked at him inexplicably, "This is?"

Dazai was the first to understand the meaning of his words, "It's the name of the opera, and it's also very famous in Yokohama recently."

"Ah, so it's this." Fyodor suddenly realized, his folded hands clenched into fists, and he silently put them in front of his lips as if trying to hide his smile, "Perhaps this is the most suitable I might not know the name of the play."

"Right?" The silver-haired boy raised his head proudly for making a perfect proposal, and Shibusawa Ryuhiko couldn't say no to him looking at him like this.

"Then do as you say, but in exchange—"

There was a frantic gleam in his red eyes.

"You must redeem me."

"Ah, of course, but first let's finish cooking Yokohama." Yukifu said, taking the lead to pick up a bright red apple from the fruit basket, "To celebrate the composition of this perfect show, let's Let's have a toast."

He lazily raised the apple towards the other three, with a lazy smile that could not be hidden in his eyes.

The other three men looked at each other for a while, and imitated his appearance and lifted up an apple.

"cheers."

The white teeth crushed the fragrant flesh, and the young man stretched out his light pink tongue to gently lick the corners of his lips. That wanton and arrogant posture was no longer the angel that Shibusawa was talking about.

Beautiful people, are you an angel?Or is it--

What about the devil?

Meanwhile, Armed Detective Agency.

The man with reddish-brown hair leaned against the desk and let out a slight panting sound. Suddenly, his eyes froze, a tactical roll crashed through the window, and he jumped from the third floor.

At this moment, with a bang, the room behind him burst into intense flames, and the raging heat wave hit him from behind. He quickly pulled out his pistol and fired three shots into the flames and thick smoke. .

But none hit.

Jumping out of the thick smoke was a supernatural energy body that was dressed the same as him. This was his supernatural ability "Seamless Clothes".The final truth of this so-called suicide by a person with supernatural powers is that he was killed by the supernatural powers separated from him like this.

Oda Sakunosuke calmly stared at the supernatural energy body in front of him, and couldn't help but think of Dazai's words.

"Odasaku, if I want to lure Shibusawa Tatsuhiko to Yokohama, the most dangerous person with supernatural powers is probably you."

"The ability to predict the future, even if you can't crack it, but this is the only way I have."

"Atsushi-kun can kill Shibusawa Tatsuhiko, and use Shibusawa's supernatural ability to find the missing Koyuki."

"This is the only way I can go, Odasaku."

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The author has something to say:

There really is this opera!But it's the theater version of Maiden Opera! [laughing to death

When I watched it, I felt that it was very suitable for the stage of these three magic sticks. It was really beautiful!Amway, everyone!