I saved the world after jumping backwards

"There is no such thing as endless rain, and no endless night."

On the 81st day since the beginning of the dragon head protest, after most of the ordinary citizens were urgently transferred a while ago, the number of large-scale fights between organizations has decreased a lot.

This originally bustling commercial street was ruined badly because it used to be a battlefield. The smashed glass doors and windows, as well as the bullet marks and bloodstained walls and floors, arrogantly demonstrated its own sense of existence.

If it weren't for the corpse collectors on both sides, Yokohama would have become a city of the dead.

But not all citizens have been transferred. There are many people who are unwilling to transfer to other cities for asylum, and they still maintain their normal lives.

For example, at this time, there are salespersons in mobile flower shops on the street, office workers in suits, and even schoolchildren going to school in twos and threes.

The fountain on the square was gurgling, and the arrival of the silver-haired boy startled a crowd of white pigeons, flapping their wings and flying high into the sky.

He walked along the street to the side of the mobile flower shop, and the clerk girl in an apron showed him a gentle smile, "Hello, do you want to buy flowers?"

Snow nodded: "Please wrap me a bouquet of white lilies."

Since the beginning of the Dragon Head Rebellion, there have been constant casualties in the port of Mafia, including one of the cadres, the legendary Mr. Dazuo, who also died in this rebellion.

On the 57th day of the war, the missing Colonel was confirmed dead.

It was 2 days after his body was found. The death of the body seemed to be drowning. What was even more frightening was that the old man who was a soldier died of his own supernatural power. Judging from the scene, it seemed that he committed suicide due to unbearable torture.

It was Oda Tsukuru who came to collect the corpse to deal with this matter. After investigation, the organization came to a conclusion.Da Zuo was killed by the supernatural being cast by the government, that is, Shibusawa Tatsuhiko, the white unicorn known as the fake Bai Xueji.

Yuki separated from Mr. Dazai not long ago. When they met yesterday, the latter was beaten by Mr. Nakaya and lay unconscious on the ground. After waking up, she clings to Yuki like a baby and asks herself to go with him to help the former cadre. Mr. Da Zuo visited the grave.

The two made an appointment the next morning.

But just after they met, Dazai suddenly answered a phone call and separated from Xue on the grounds that he had something to do, and asked Xue to buy a bouquet for grave-sweeping.

During the period when the struggle was not completely over, although there were people around who started to return to normal life, because of her special status, Yuki naturally raised concerns to Dazai.

"Don't worry ~ everyone on this street will protect Koyuki."

Yuki was thinking with her eyes downcast, not understanding the meaning of Dazai Osamu's last words before leaving.

The girl is not proficient in wrapping flowers, her expression is obviously a little anxious, especially when she smiles, she always shows a stiff and forced feeling.

She was hiding her emotions, Xue thought, and asked, "Are you okay? In this dangerous period, have you come out to work before the struggle is over?"

The girl didn't expect that the other party would suddenly bring up the topic, she seemed to be taken aback, and then she smiled helplessly, this smile was much more sincere than before, "Then why do you go out at this time?"

Xue lowered her eyes and said softly, "I'm going to visit the grave."

For some reason, the girl's expression softened a bit.

"Your flowers." The girl handed the wrapped bouquet to Xue. After Xue took the flowers, she suddenly said, "Did any of your relatives die because of this protest?"

Xue froze for a moment, then shook his head: "It's to visit the grave of the deceased boss." But after hearing that word, he also understood that the girl in front of him might have met with misfortune.

Xue didn't express any pity for the girl, but continued to point to the flowers on the flower stand and said, "Can the roses over there wrap a bunch for me too?"

While wrapping the flowers, the girl smiled and said, "Is it for someone else this time?"

It's no wonder she asked this question, the flower language of roses has meanings of hope, happiness and glory, and roses of different colors represent different meanings.

The boy frowned slightly, and after receiving the flowers, he solemnly handed the bouquet of roses to the flower seller.

The girl was stunned for a moment, looked at him with embarrassment and disbelief at the same time, and faltered: "This, is this for me?"

"Well, let's work hard." Xue smiled at her, left the money and left.

Holding the bouquet, the girl stared blankly at the flowers that had been wrapped by herself.

The meaning of the flower language of rose is to wait for hope, which symbolizes the expectation and yearning for the future.

She seemed to be frozen, watching the boy's receding back until the next customer came to the flower shop.

"That kid, what kind of flowers did you buy?"

It was a man who was completely white except for the shoes and underwear, and exuded a gloomy atmosphere. His front hair was stroked by the wind, revealing a handsome face and a pair of ruby ​​eyes.

"What kind did he buy?" There was a strange frenzy in his eyes. He was clearly looking at her, but the flower seller felt a strong sense of alienation. She couldn't help it because of the other's eyes. Trembling for a moment, the hand holding the bouquet slightly tightened and subconsciously replied: "He bought... white lilies and..."

"Rose." The man nodded, raised the corners of his lips and sighed softly: "Ah, Rose's words are indeed more suitable for him."

After all, the cold murderous look in his eyes towards the girl has gradually disappeared: "I want to buy the bunch of roses he gave you just now."

"I see." The girl seemed to have surrendered to his coercion, but when she lowered her head, her eyes were full of determination, and she stretched out her hand to the counter. She took out a gun from inside and aimed it at the black holed gun. the man in front of him.

The man froze.

Not only the flower seller, but all the passers-by on the street took out their guns and aimed at him. It seemed that as long as he made a rash move, everyone would pull the trigger.

"Are you enjoying yourself? Mr. Bai Qilin."

The black-haired boy who came out of the crowd was Osamu Dazai who had left because of something. While he was looking up and down at Bai Qilin, the other party was also looking at him.

At this moment of testing each other, Dazai said slowly: "You really care about Xiaoxue's affairs, Bai Qilin, um, or should I call you Mr. Shibusawa Tatsuhiko?"

"You are?" Shibusawa Tatsuhiko remained expressionless even when he was being pointed at by a gun, his gaze was very indifferent, as if the person in front of him really couldn't arouse his interest.

Dazai folded his arms in front of his chest, and said with a smile: "It's just a sideshow. Although it's true, I still suggest you not to resist. The port Mafia's people with supernatural powers have surrounded this place."

Shibusawa understood it, and finally raised some interest. He raised the corner of his mouth slightly: "This style...so that's how it is. You are the candidate for the cadre of Mafia at the port, Dazai-kun."

Dazai blinked his eyes, and said briskly, "Hey - am I so famous?"

Shibusawa replied: "After all, at least you have to know who is the person who has been against me all this time."

He paused, and said in his usual lazy and drawl tone: "So, candidate for the cadre of the port mafia, what do you want from me?"

"Well..." The black-haired boy fiddled with his slightly curly front hair with his fingers, and said softly, "Actually, I'm not the one who's looking for you, it's the extras present who want your life." Oh, even the little flower seller behind you, they volunteered to participate in the killing plan just to kill you."

"Killing for life, there is only one thing you have to do, and that is paying for life."

He chuckled lightly, but the laughter was full of malice: "What's more, you seem to have some special thoughts about our Xiaoxue, and this alone is enough to kill you a hundred times."

Shibusawa opened his eyes slightly, and then followed him with a smile, "I see, I didn't expect you to be so sure that you could kill me."

"You miscalculated on three points." Dazai's face turned cold, "First, no matter how powerful your supernatural power is, as long as you meet a supernatural power user like me who can nullify supernatural powers, your supernatural power will be quite powerful. It is generally useless when encountering natural enemies."

"Second." His eyes moved slightly, "You despise the organization too much. It is an absolutely universal truth in the world that the collective is stronger than the individual."

"Third..." Before Dazai finished his third point, Shibusawa laughed.

Dazai stared at him indifferently until he stopped laughing. The silver-haired man wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and his red eyes shone with a strange and fanatical light.

"Even my little canary is your bait, isn't it?"

Dazai said coldly: "I told you, it belongs to our family."

Shibusawa smiled, and stopped arguing with him, just shook his head and sighed softly: "Actually, you also made a little mistake."

"I never said, I'm not organized."

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This chapter is adapted from the talk of the day before yesterday by Wenhao Lost Dog!

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