Days as a Reincarnator in Yokohama

In the quiet and dark stairwell, only the sound of Hirakawa Masaki's footsteps hastily stepped on the steps. Because it was too dark to see the steps, he almost fell down and grabbed the handrail to stabilize. There were a few bloody bruises on his palms. scratches.

The surroundings were pitch black, and he felt his heart beating violently in his chest, the kind that was about to pop out of it.

During this process, he kept replaying the scene just now in his mind——

On the ruins, Zhong Yuanzhong also lowered his head, his messy orange-red hair blocked most of his face, and he could only vaguely see the corners of his lips and the blood overflowing from his lips.The blood seemed to be endless, no matter how much he wiped it off, the back of his hand was stained with blood, and the blood dripped down on the ruins along his jaw.

And his body is surrounded by space cracks and black-red heavy ion energy balls. The ominous black-red imprint swims on his exposed arms, hands and face. The terrifying energy crushes strangeness into dust and makes his skin There are scars on the surface.

Hirakawa Masaki's hand holding Chuya's hat trembled slightly.

In his view, this terrifying level of energy is simply not something that the human body can bear, and the human body has a limit threshold. The glass container is filled with air, and the pressure is increased until the explosion occurs from the inside, and spider web-like cracks appear on the glass, and finally explodes.

The gushing blood and the split in his skin were proof of that.

Now he is very, very afraid of this kind of injury in Zhongye's body, worried whether his fragile internal organs can withstand the impact of energy, and whether irreparable damage has been caused.

He felt that his brain was a bit out of order, and his thoughts were uncontrollably thinking towards the worst.

He was even thinking about the "Seed of Regeneration" that the system rewarded him. If his internal organs were really damaged, he might consider using the "Seed of Regeneration" to regenerate a new one, but it would take time and the risk was high.

He was thinking wildly, without stopping at all.

Panting out from the gate of the community, he saw two figures sitting and lying in the ruins.

Afterwards, he couldn't recall what kind of expression and mentality he had when he ran over. He only remembered that his throat was sore from the strenuous exercise.

He squatted beside Zhongya Zhongye, put his fingers on his carotid artery for the first time, and stared at his chest to make sure that the carotid artery was still beating, and the chest was also rising and falling for breathing, and his brain was stunned by stress. Only gradually eased.

still alive.

A pair of hands rested heavily on his shoulders from behind him, and he turned around in a daze to see Osamu Dazai opening his mouth to talk to him.

After being stunned for a while, he asked back, "What did you say?"

Dazai Osamu's eyes were a little subtle: "There is nothing wrong with him, this is the sequelae of his 'dirty' state. After a period of rest, he can continue to be alive and kicking."

"Dirty?" Hirakawa Yaji murmured subconsciously, remembering a line of information that he saw when he got to know Chuya Zhongyuan not long ago——

"Nakahara Chuya's ability [in the filthy sorrow] has a "dirty" state, and after it is activated, his combat power increases exponentially, but in this state, he will be dominated by the ability, and he will attack indiscriminately within the field of vision All individuals in this state cannot independently release this state, cannot communicate, and will fight to the death, only Osamu Dazai's supernatural ability [Disqualification in the World] can release it."*

When he saw it at the time, he still thought that the Central Plains is so strong, there is no need to use this uncontrollable state, and who would lose their minds in exchange for attack power, and give their lives to others, in case Dazai If it was too late to save him, or if he did something he couldn't forgive when he was out of control, it would be too late to regret it.

But... he was a little dazed.

A sentence in the information actually happened to someone he knew.Obviously human beings have the instinct to seek good luck and avoid bad luck, so why didn't it work on him?

He coughed violently, only then did he feel a tight pain in his chest, and his throat seemed to be burning.

As if awakened by his movements, Zhong Yuanzhong, who was lying on the ground, also opened his eyes, and his fingers grabbed his fingertips.

Hirakawa Masaki stared at the blood stained on his fingertips for a moment, then held Nakahara Chuya's hand backhandedly, leaned down and asked, "How do you feel now, what's wrong?"

Zhongya Nakahara turned his eyes around his face, landed on the hat in his other hand, and whispered: "Don't worry, I will recover after a period of recuperation."

As he spoke, he was about to sit up with his arms propped up, but when he tried hard, the wound on his arm bleeds again.

Hirakawa Masaki frowned, and held him down with the hand holding the hat.

"No, I'll take you to the hospital."

Zhong Yuan also shook his head and refused, wanting to say that he will go home for a while and go to the infirmary of Mafia at the port tomorrow.

"Yaji, don't you also deal with trauma, why don't you take him back to your home first? You watch him and wait until the day before you go to the hospital."

Osamu Dazai interrupted suddenly, stopping what Nakahara Chuya was about to say.

Nakahara Chuya looked at Osamu Dazai immediately, and asked, "Why are you so kind?"

Osamu Dazai blinked at him, and replied with his eyes: Kindly?No, I just want to see how the slug begs me~ The slug owes me a big favor, beg me, beg me!

Nakahara also gritted his teeth, feeling irritable because of Dazai Osamu's teasing.

But I have to say that this wave of proposals from Osamu Dazai really made him unable to refuse.

Come home with Yaji...

There were ripples in his heart.

Hirakawa Masaki didn't see the delicate dialogue between the two, but after thinking about Dazai Osamu's proposal, it was indeed feasible.

He nodded and said, "That's it, it's just...Brother Azhi, you may need your help to send him to my house."

His physical strength is really more than explosive, and his persistence is not enough. It is a bit difficult for him to carry Zhongya back.

Dazai Osamu: "Oh~ okay, but Jiuya, as the person involved, don't you need to show something?"

He raised his eyebrows and his eyes urged.

Zhongyuan Zhongye pursed his lips, turned his eyes to the distance, and asked, "Yaji, do you think that is Chiye?"

Hirakawa Yaji was stunned, and looked around, right, where is Chiya?

Just now he was only thinking about Chuya's injury in the Central Plains, and he didn't have time to pay attention to Chiye. Chiye is usually too reassuring, and the spirituality of the black cat also makes it naturally seek good luck and avoid evil.

Maybe the energy in Chuya's body scared it just now, so it hid.he guessed.

He searched in the direction Chuya Nakahara was pointing to, leaving Osamu Dazai and Chuya Nakahara in place.

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Hirakawa Yaji went around, and when he was thinking about whether Zhongyuanzhong had misread it, Chiye suddenly jumped out of a bush by himself.

"Meow~" Rubbing his trousers lightly.

"Ah, Chijiang, you are here." Hirakawa Masaki hugged Chiye, seeing that the hair on its body was a little fried, and felt extremely distressed.

"Don't be afraid, we'll go see a doctor later, and we'll go home."

Although Chi also didn't seem to have any abnormalities, but he still felt that it would be more reassuring to ask a professional to have a look.

Chi also stuck out his tongue and licked his face, his voice was soft like a baby.

When he went back with Chiya in his arms, he found that Osamu Dazai was holding his stomach, as if he had a stomach problem, but there was an inexplicable sense of joy around him, and Nakahara Chuya's cheeks were flushed, and he turned his face to the other side with his eyes closed.

Could it be a fever?

He worriedly touched Nakahara Chuya's forehead, isn't it very hot?

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Masaki Hirakawa took out the key to open the door, Osamu Dazai threw Nakahara Nakaya on the sofa, and hurried to his duty. Before leaving, he secretly gestured "up" to Nakahara Nakaya.

After Osamu Dazai left, the room was silent.

Hirakawa Yaji carried Chiye into the cat's litter, Chiye yawned, rolled up his body and closed his eyes, as if he had fallen asleep.

Hirakawa Yaji turned off the lights around the cat's nest, and then cautiously returned to the living room.

At this time, Zhong Yuanzhong had also sat up, and was taking off his coat that had become a beggar's outfit. The cloth brushed against the wound on his arm, and he couldn't help frowning slightly.

"Wait, I'm coming!"

Masaki Hirakawa pressed Chuya's hand, pulled out a pair of scissors, and carefully cut off the coat from the joint.

When he completely took off his coat, he could see clearly all kinds of old and new scars on Zhongya's body with the help of the light, many of which were even in fatal positions. However, because of the strong self-healing power of people with supernatural powers, many of the scars looked very light. Except for a few serious injuries at the time, such as a knife wound on his abdomen.

He stretched out his hand to touch the scar. The uneven scar looked like it had been there for six or seven years, that is to say, he had already faced a life-and-death crisis when he was fifteen or sixteen years old. The person who hurt him must have wanted his life heart, so this knife wounded deeply.

Zhongyuan Zhong also had his upper body naked, felt the slightly itchy touch on the scar, stretched out his hand, and held Hirakawa Masaki's fingers in the palm of his hand to play with. At the same time, he sighed softly in his heart. I chose this scar, maybe this is the predestined fate.

His expression became softer.

He played with the fingers of Pingchuan Yaji, from the sensitive fingertips, to the delicate crevices, to the soft palm, and the smooth back of the hand, it seemed that he hadn't thought about every detail carefully, and he was a little bit infected with his breath .

He obviously didn't do anything excessive, but he felt that his whole body was being invaded by the other party. A kind of tingling electric shock rushed from the fingertips to the spine, and went up the tailbone, crisp and numb.

The air seemed to heat up, and the distance was being pulled and shortened little by little.

He felt that Zhong Yuanzhong also took his hand and put it on his abdomen. I don't know if it was a coincidence, it happened to cover the scar he touched just now.

He couldn't help but feel a sense of danger.

The two huddled together on the sofa, maintaining an uncomfortable position.

Chuya Nakahara's eyes gradually darkened, like the rough sea outside Yokohama.

He raised his hand and gently brushed Yaji's long hair behind his ears, revealing his delicate cheeks, and his pale lips showed a pearly luster under the light.

"Ya Ji..." he murmured.

"Ok?"

No one answered the question.

Zhongyuan Zhongye pressed gently but forcefully on the back of Yaji's head, preventing him from shrinking back, his eyes fixed on his well-shaped lips, and approached him little by little.

The hand in the palm that had been softened by his rubbing became tense again as he approached, trying to grasp something helplessly, but he held it firmly, squeezing every finger crevice, unable to escape.

The tip of the nose touched lightly, like a wild animal biting its prey, biting it tightly.

"Hmm..." Hirakawa Yaji's eyes were a little wet, and he begged him pitifully.

Zhong Yuanzhong was also panting heavily, his breath was full of heat, but he felt that it was far from enough.

So, the hand placed behind the opponent's head slid down to the soft but human neck, controlling the soft flesh.

Hirakawa Yaji was like a kitten that was grabbed by the back of the neck. It had to raise its head slightly, and its waist hung back in the air, relying on the strength of its neck to keep it from falling down.

He held his breath, the oxygen in his lungs was exhausted little by little, as if falling into a dream.

He stared at the person in front of him in a trance, and saw something terrifying in those cobalt blue eyes that were always clear, staring at him like a wild beast, making him feel like he would be caught by the other person even if he blinked. The feeling of being swallowed into his stomach, but the strength behind his neck did not allow him to struggle, he felt like a fish on a chopping board, he could only accept it passively, without any resistance.

The first kiss, the kiss was suppressed so forcefully, Hirakawa Yaji couldn't hold it anymore, the water in his eyes became more intense.

Nakahara Chuya badly wanted to make him more pitiful, maybe Chiye Maomao was the embodiment of his own instincts, and he was just that bad.

It wasn't until a drop of physiological tears fell from the end of Yaji's eyes, and his chest was pushed with a little bit of soft but persistent force, that he licked the other's lips for the last time, and waited for the other party to flinch before watching with satisfaction. Dye a little bright color on it.

Hirakawa Yaji felt that tears were out of control, and pushed his chest away from him a little, his lips trembled, he turned his head away quickly, and wiped the corners of his eyes with his hot hand.

The numb and moist feeling on his lips was so strong that he couldn't wait to escape.

And from the bottom of his heart, he didn't want to admit that it was him who was kissed and cried just now.

Too embarrassing, so embarrassing QAQ.

He sniffed, refusing to recall the accident just now.

However, some people have a good aftertaste.

"Well, let's do it again—" Zhong Yuan licked his lips, wrapped his hands around Ya Ji's waist, and rubbed his forehead affectionately on his hair.

"you……"

Hirakawa Yaji turned his head in surprise, except for the redness at the end of his eyes, he couldn't see the appearance of being bullied and crying by him just now. He wanted to say something, but seeing his predatory eyes and approaching face, Shocked, he quickly turned his face away.

Then, a kiss landed on his side face.

"Hmm..." Zhongyuan Zhong also felt a pity in his heart.

"You are all injured!" Hirakawa Yaji couldn't help protesting, wanting to get off the sofa.

Zhong Yuanzhong also nodded again and again, and said perfunctorily: "Yeah, I was injured, and now I need a kiss from Yaji-chan."

His arms were like iron hoops, holding him firmly in place.

Obviously, he looks responsible and a model worker at ordinary times, which is very in line with the title of port conscience, but at this moment, it is true that his blood is soaked in the black blood of port mafia. Desires and thoughts are very straightforward.

It makes him worse than a primary school student!

There are no good people in port mafia!

Hirakawa Yaji thought angrily in his heart.

And a certain mafia didn't let him down, pestered him and kissed him again.

Seeing that Zhongyuan Zhongye seemed to be making progress, Pingchuan Yaji really didn't dare to indulge him.

Covering his mouth and pushing him away, he ran to the cabinet to look through the medicine box as if fleeing.