Why aren't people raising me

Zhong Yuanzhong also held the phone that was hung up, and urged the driver impatiently, "Hurry up."

"Yes, Master Zhongya." The driver of the luxury car increased the horsepower again. He couldn't help but rejoice that it was a night when there was little traffic, otherwise it wouldn't be so smooth.

"Damn mackerel, what the hell are you doing..."

Zhongyuan also felt a little irritated uncontrollably, and deep in the irritability was uneasiness for unknown reasons.

Yaji finally woke up...

Zhongyuan Zhong also rubbed the screen of the phone with his fingertips. He just heard Masaharu's voice inside. Although his voice was a bit dry and his tone was blunt, it was undoubtedly Masaharu.

finally woke up...

Zhong also put his hand on his lips to cover the corners of his raised lips,

His visible joy made the driver who watched him from the rearview mirror bold, as if he was also emotionally infected, the driver said, "Master Chuya, did something good happen?"

Zhong Yuan is not a serious boss, he often jokes with his subordinates, and sometimes they chat.

But it is inconvenient for too many people in the port mafia to know about Yazhi, even though Yazhi is in a hospital related to the port mafia, "It's nothing, you drive a good car."

"Master Masaharu is awake." However, the driver has been to many places with Zhongya, "The child must miss Master Chuya very much now."

Zhong Yuanzhong also responded, "Yeah...he will really cry when I'm not around."

Masaharu Nakahara is a child who is not very strong in front of his elder brother. He enjoys the favor of his relatives wantonly, just like all children who can be unconditionally pampered and live in happiness.

When he arrived at the destination, Zhongyuan Zhong also stepped into the building eagerly. He thought the elevator was too slow, so he turned around and walked up the stairs.

This hospital is relatively remote and secretive, so there are not many people and floors, but for some reason it was extraordinarily quiet tonight, even so quiet that Zhong Yuanzhong walked to Yazhi's ward without taking too long.

Oh, and mackerel.

There seemed to be something wrong with the smell in the air, as if mixed with an excessive amount of rust.

Zhong Yuanzhong also frowned, and heard conversations in the room.

"Then, it's settled." Osamu Dazai said to Verlaine, his voice sounded a little lifeless, "I will give you the information, but now, at least let me take this child away."

"Of course, it's useless for me to have him." Verlaine was much more energetic than him, "I'm quite satisfied with you, I was going to kill you second, but you dodged my attack... Oh, because of your ability, my first attack has no effect on you. It's a pity, you are very important in Zhong Ye's heart."

"Is this the information collected by the European Assassin King?"

"Yes."

Verlaine blinked, and even the side of his head was extremely graceful, "Although we only had a brief chat, my brother has already arrived."

Dazai opened his eyes slightly,

"Hey? Why do you show a surprised expression? Did he arrive much faster than you thought?"

Central Plains also pushed the door in.

Immediately afterwards, a choking breath penetrated into the nostrils, and I saw Osamu Dazai pulling the sheet with one hand, the flying cloth covered people's vision by seven or eight, and the sheet unfolded and fluttered to the ground, as if covering something .

But the light and thin fabric was quickly smeared, and there were large swaths of blood. In addition, the underside of the quilt was raised, tightly covering the things below.

That's not something huge...

"Dazai, what are you doing?"

Zhongyuanzhong didn't see clearly, nor did he think too much.

Out of his trust in Osamu Dazai, he hardly doubted whether something happened to Masaharu, but in those eyes that were difficult to distinguish, he seemed to gradually understand some terrible information.

The handsome European man smiled at Zhongya, "It's the first time we meet, my dear brother."

But Chuuya was not in the mood to deal with him at this moment, the boy approached step by step, each foot seemed to be heavy, "Hey, Dazai, why do you have such an expression. Where is Masaharu? Didn't you call me back?"

Osamu Dazai said nothing.

Zhong Yuanzhong also became more and more irritable. He couldn't take his eyes off the pile of things on the ground, so he walked straight over.

Dazai grabbed his arm.

Chuya Zhongyuan had an epiphany of his unspoken language: Chuya, don't look at it.

What not to look at?

Nakahara Chuya's eyes flicked over Dazai Osamu's face, over that strange European man, and landed on the large bloodstain.

His breathing suddenly became rapid, his arms trembled as if he had some uncontrollable disease in his limbs, his eyes gradually became bloodshot, and he took another step forward.

Osamu Dazai didn't have much stopping power and let go immediately.

"It's the first time you meet my brother, don't you want to say hello?" Verlaine approached him again, unwilling to be lonely, "It seems that you really value that child, and you asked about him the first time you came in."

Nakahara Chuya's footsteps stopped, he seemed to be afraid of something, and forcibly diverted his attention, as if to determine another possibility, he turned to Verlaine with heavy eyes, "So, you also know Masaharu?"

Verlaine smiled noncommittally,

"Why are you investigating him? What do you want to do?"

"Because I want to break your ties, my brother."

Zhong Yuan also gritted his teeth, "I don't remember that I have a European brother."

"Our relationship is not as superficial as blood, and it's a fallacy." Verlaine curled his cobalt blue eyes, but without any warm emotion, "I'm not European, I'm not even human, I'm just like you. I I came all the way to see you because I just wanted to let go of the friendship that imprisoned you and let you get real freedom."

"What nonsense are you bastard talking about?"

"Didn't I say that? I'm not human like you."

Nakahara Chuya's face was as bitter as if he had swallowed poison.

"These are not important, I want to know, you put Yazhi..."

"Why is it not important?" Verlaine interrupted him, "Zhongye, you are a man-made string, your real identity is line '2383', you have no one like you in the world, except me."

So?

Zhong Yuanzhong also felt a dull pain in his brain,

He had already guessed this, because Zhongyuan Zhong never dreamed.He has always suspected that his real identity is not human, but these are not important in front of certain things...

"I came here, Yokohama, with only one purpose." Following the words, he stretched out his hand to Chuya and made an inviting gesture, "Come with me, Chuya."

Osamu Dazai watched this scene with gloomy eyes, and did not disturb the conversation between the "brothers".

In the next second, Nakahara Zhongya suddenly squatted down, grabbed a corner of the quilt and threw it violently——

Something was exposed to the air.

Nakahara Chuya's eye sockets seemed to be split open, his whole body was stiff, his lips were opened due to the body's reaction, but he didn't make any sound.

what?

Central Plains also thought in a trance,

what is this?

what is this?

"I think—humans use the word 'loneliness' too easily." Verlaine continued leisurely, as if he didn't care about Chuuya's reaction, "Humans don't know anything about true loneliness. They think , no family, no one to confide in, this state is loneliness.”

"But no."

"Look, without him, without this kid, you wouldn't be able to—"

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!"

The shrill scream covered Verlaine's voice. The wailing was hardly human-like, and seemed to contain some kind of strange power, which made people's eardrums hurt.

"What did you do?!" Nakahara reached out his hand, but he just froze in the air and didn't dare to touch it, "What did you do——?!"

Masaharu...?

Masaharu?! !

Clothes, limbs, and the blank expression that didn't even have time to react before death.

Zhong Yuanzhong also felt as if he was deprived of breathing, and his whole body was as cold as if he had taken off his clothes and was in a world of ice and snow.

His brain doesn't seem to have the ability to think at this moment, otherwise why... can't access the information conveyed by the scene in front of him at all?

It seemed difficult to distinguish Masaharu's face, unable to match his disorganized appearance with the white-haired child.

"I just cut off your unnecessary fetters." Verlaine said, he expressed his wish to himself, like a sentimental and sad poet, "You should be free, but this soft feeling is holding you back , They lied to you over and over again, gave you hope, and told you: You are human. But no, Chuya, I have always dreamed of embarking on a journey with you—the assassination journey of two brothers."

Zhong Yuanzhong didn't seem to hear his words, his eyes seemed to be frozen, his body was stiffer than a stone, his hands squeezed the bed sheet tightly, and tremblingly, he covered it lightly.

Masaharu...

"We have a meaningless life, so let's give back to the people who created us something similar. That is, a meaningless death." Verlaine seemed to have abundant emotions, he closed his eyes and sighed,

Zhong Yuan also propped up his knees and stood up,

His voice was extremely hoarse, as if it was squeezed out of his throat, "Then... what does this have to do with Yazhi?"

"To be precise, it doesn't matter." Verlaine said, "But I want to assassinate everything related to your heart. This is my love for you."

"Love?" Osamu Dazai sneered, "You call this love?"

In the next second, something rushed out!

His speed pierced through the air, and Zhong Yuanzhong also swung his fist under the force of gravity, as if he wanted to add the hardness of the bone to the power of the punch,

"boom--!"

Verlaine's body smashed through the wall and flew tens of meters away. Zhongyuan Zhong also stepped out of the hole in the building and immediately caught up with him, kicking him into the ground. Seeing that the phantom's fist quickly disappeared.

"You're like a beast that's lost its mind."

But no matter how Zhong Ye attacked, Verlaine's calm voice sounded in the air,

"The attacking technique is monotonous and clumsy, and the control of gravity is average." Verlaine held Chuya's fist, and they were stalemately competing with each other, but Chuya's hand could not move an inch.

"Your expression is so cold, well, I understand you, of course I understand your pain, but that's what you have to do, you have to recognize what you are." Verlaine showed a gentle expression of approval on his face, "Don't Have fantasies about your family, do you feel it? Does this rage and sadness really belong to you now?"

His language is inductive, and every sentence is telling: your personality is only artificially created, and your feelings are all influenced by false things. Only by putting aside these, can you truly belong to yourself.

"What do you know?"

Zhong Yuanzhong's cold voice was also tinged with tears, "You have never had a family before, so you say such things lightly."

His hatred was crazy and strong, but his voice was strangely calm, "Even if you are broken into one hundred and eight pieces, it's still not enough to be buried with Yazhi."

"It's an arrogant and ruthless threat." Verlaine said coldly, "But I also want to teach you what you should know."

He kicked, looking perfectly casual.

But Zhongyuan Zhongya flew upside down, and was deeply embedded in the building.

Red blood flowed from his head, and Verlaine grabbed him by the neck and pulled him from the wall.

"Well, let's open up the thin thickness of hair."

He made a decision in this way, and then did what he did to Zhong.

It was as if a door had been opened.

Zhong Yuanzhong also felt that something wanted to gush down his throat, he couldn't make a sound, and could only stare at Verlaine with eyes that were more colorful than usual, as if looking at an enemy.

In the next moment, reason seemed to fly away with the open door.

A black ominous flame ignited out of thin air, it was a ball of no size, it was devouring everything hungrily, it was more mysterious and terrifying than a black hole.

The ball spread outward at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the land, trees, concrete, air, everything was being crushed by it, not even slag was left.

Osamu Dazai, who was watching from the edge of the hole, ran back suddenly. He threw forward with all his strength, and tightly protected Masaharu Nakahara's body under him.