Why aren't people raising me

From what the idiot bird said, everyone knew that after the younger brother of the former king of sheep saved everyone, Masaharu Nakahara had a bad feeling.

He is too much attention.

Attention means that everyone has noticed him, remembered his face, remembered his name, and spread word of mouth, making the information fly like wings, and his influence has expanded to a certain extent.

Masaharu Nakahara didn't know what would happen if he was discovered by the god in charge of fortunetelling, and he didn't understand the use of the god in charge of fortunetelling.

If people's fate is supervised by gods, then why those unnatural deaths, ghosts that appeared thousands of years ago, can survive in the world, and will not be punished by gods.

"Masaharu, are you dreaming, dealing with the authorities? How old are you?"

Facing Shirase's fire-spitting eyes, Nakahara Masaharu said, "I only thought about saving people, I didn't think so much...

"Yes, anyway, you have too many good intentions to put away." Shirase stood up, unable to get angry with Masaharu, and kicked the person on the ground as if to vent his anger.

Yaji: "Hi..."

"I'll just hit him. This kid almost broke me just now. I don't care if he was hit by some kind of mental attack." Shirase leaned over to pick up the dropped pistol, and twirled his fingers twice,

Yazhi reminded him, "Be careful of fire."

Before the words fell, a gunshot rang out.

Masaharu Nakahara looked at the bullet holes on the roof, "Brother Shirase! Can you calm down?"

"Huh? How did you teach me a lesson?"

They didn't quarrel for long, because the current scene was obviously inappropriate.

Shirase opened the window and looked down, "Masaharu, let's escape from the back now, the front door is probably full of policemen right now, I hate dealing with those guys the most."

Masaharu Nakahara glanced down at the gun in his hand, "Are you afraid that they will detain you for illegally keeping firearms?"

Even though Fuichiro Shirase was ordered to work in a factory, he did not give up collecting money and weapons. He wanted to reproduce the sheep.

"Whatever you think, anyway, I hate the police to the extreme, the kind that makes me sick when I see their uniforms, can you go away?"

Masaharu Nakahara turned his head, "I won't go."

He can't go.

Once under the sun, the ghost must be removed. Once the power disappears, the spider silk will also disappear, and the whole hospital will fall into chaos again.

"Why?"

"My brother will be here in a while."

"Chuya?" Shirase opened his eyes wide, "I see... okay."

He took back his half-stretched foot, and put it in his pocket as if nothing had happened, "Then I will reluctantly wait here for a while."

They didn't wait long, and as they were talking, Masaharu Nakahara heard——

A young boy walks around the cocoon of the hospital, the curve of the windbreaker is light, and his black leather shoes step on the ground, making a sound that can't be described as crisp or heavy.

He went straight past the second floor and went up to the third floor.

Seeing the situation in the corridor, he was not too surprised.

He walked to the door of Masaharu Nakahara and asked,

"Where's the doll?"

"Here." Nakahara Masaharu turned his head, and standing at his door was Dazai Osamu who rushed over. Although he rushed over, he was still in the mood to tidy up his appearance when he went upstairs.

Nakahara Masaharu handed him the doll, and the moment Dazai Osamu's fingertips touched the doll, the light of the supernatural power flashed, and even the air around him suddenly spun.

Shirose had a detective look on his face when he found a blind spot, "Masaharu, why don't you glow when you use a different ability?"

Masaharu Nakahara: "...?"

"Look, it also emits red light, and it can also turn into a black ball when it is turned on. This little guy emits blue light, but you have nothing."

Masaharu Nakahara: …… Shorty?Dazai?

Osamu Dazai looked at Shirase coolly, "You are not very tall by visual inspection."

Shirase sneered, "Just taller than you."

The ability was released, and Masaharu Nakahara withdrew the silk thread.His appearance returned to that of a normal human being, Osamu Dazai looked down at his eyes carefully,

"doing what?"

"Your abilities are really strange."

He caught Yumeno Hisaku who had lost his support, and laid it flat on the ground gently, as if he had no intention of making a fuss with Masaharu.Dazai Osamu's expression was extremely serious at this time, "Masaharu, I have something important to ask you, although I think it's a lot to do."

Masaharu Nakahara's heart skipped a beat, "...you say it."

"Want to join port mafia?"

Masaharu Nakahara: "?"

He asked too freely, and Masaharu Nakahara felt that the information was turning a little too fast.

"Haven't you already asked this question? Is this how you poach people?"

"The current situation is a bit complicated. You are about to be exposed. If you are exposed, then the 'ordinary and stable' life that Chuya arranged for you will come to an end."

"If I join port mafia, you guys will deal with this mess for me?"

"That's for sure." The boy's eyes were heavy, and dark emotions fell into his eyes.

Shirase said, "Masaji, don't listen to his bullshit."

"Your conditions are very good. I overheard the pianist saying that you are just like that Verlaine. What kind of super, transcendent? What kind of port mafia? If you go to any organization, their leaders will come to greet you on their knees. Instead of looking for them, it is better to openly join the Supernatural Secret Service Division."

After saying the most straightforward thoughts, Shirase regretted it again, "No, if you don't want to join, just follow me to England and join my organization."

He said passionately, "When the time comes, you will be the cadre of my organization, the youngest cadre."

Masaharu Nakahara said, "You are drawing cakes for me."

organize?I'm afraid it's not an organization of two people.

"So what do you think?" Osamu Dazai repeated,

"Did you ask me specifically when China is not here?"

"No way, doesn't the little slug have no idea without the big slug?"

"I don't want to." Masaharu Nakahara said word by word, "Not only that, I don't want to join any organization."

If his ability is at the level of a transcendent, then this country has a transcendent.

If this country has a transcendent, then with a clear identity, he will simply affect the political situation of the world.

That's true attention.

"If I insist on making a choice, I will choose to disappear from now on."

"What's the reason?"

This sacrifice was a bit big, and even Osamu Dazai was surprised.

Masaharu Nakahara lowered his eyes, "There is no reason."

Osamu Dazai closed his eyes and seemed to sigh, "Okay."

"I know what to do."

"?" Masaharu Nakahara looked at him, "Do you know what to do?"

Osamu Dazai took out a remote control, pressed the button in front of Masaharu,

Yazhi looked puzzled, and two seconds later, he suddenly opened his eyes wide,

"Stupid, all the surveillance images have been deleted now." Osamu Dazai said, "As for the chaos in the hospital, it was much smaller than the commotion caused by Verlaine. Illegal organizations put hallucinogens into the water or food in the hospital as a reason Reasons can be resolved." He glanced outside, "And there are not many casualties, so it will be easier to fool."

He glanced at Shirase lightly, "It's not as exaggerated as this stupid guy said."

"Stupid, stupid big head?" Shirase pointed at himself in disbelief,

Masaharu Nakahara felt a little unreal.

"when will you……"

Actually controlled the monitoring early?

"Do you think my reputation this year came from lying down and sleeping?"

Masaharu stammered, "No, didn't you tell me to join port mafia to help me deal with the mess?"

"Oh, that was just a casual remark. Anyway, I don't help the leader poach people. This mess will have to be dealt with sooner or later, and the monitoring will be deleted. Your decision actually doesn't have much effect."

"I heard the idiot bird say, you don't want to be remembered and thanked by everyone?" Osamu Dazai stuffed the remote control into his pocket, "Then I can issue a gag order, because the first rule of the mafia is to obey the orders of the superiors. "

It seemed that Masaharu Nakahara's bewildered expression was funny, and Osamu Dazai curled the corner of his mouth, "So, are you satisfied?"

……

satisfaction.

What are you satisfied with?

The mackerel asked me if I was satisfied? !

Masaharu Nakahara took several steps back, hugging himself in horror,

"Don't come here! Who are you!"

Dazai Osamu: "..."

Osamu Dazai: "Damn brat."

His iris-colored eyes drooped helplessly, and he breathed a sigh of relief, "Don't you dare to accept just this little benefit, you are too..."

"Mackerel would never be so kind! He's sinister. What do you want from me—"

Shirase hugged Masaharu and chimed in, "Yes! It's like you've changed your gender, you have a conspiracy!"

Osamu Dazai stared at them with gloomy eyes.

Immediately, Masaharu felt relieved, "Yes, this is the mackerel."

Shirase nodded, "Yes, this is the little dwarf."

Osamu Dazai thought the picture was too funny to make people laugh.

Will do so, in fact, with a little guilty mind.

The guilt of the Verlaine incident towards Chuya and towards Masaharu.

There is also a rare touch.

One year after joining the Port Mafia, Osamu Dazai has been involved in almost all areas of the mafia. It is rumored that his blood is black. Although he does not have a cadre position, he is undoubtedly the most versatile sword under the leader.What he has accomplished in a year is daunting.

It can be seen that the more he knows, the more desperate he becomes.

He thought that being closer to death, he could see something that surprised and delighted him.

But no, nothing was seen.Those things were even ugly and annoying enough that he wanted the port mafia to burn.

In such a desperate state, Osamu Dazai saw the tough and vivid humanity in Nakaya, Masaharu’s seemingly stupid but shocking behavior, and the two brothers, who never doubted each other, were so close that they were sticky and disgusting friendship.

He still can't tell whether Yazhi's kindness is true or not, but that is meaningless. The good deeds he has done have long since no longer need to be defined by true or false.

Nakahara Chuya and Nakahara Masaharu grew up from the worst Leibo Street, but their humanity has not been corrupted. I don't know who saved the other, or the precious mutual redemption.

The two of them seem to be afraid of nothing as long as they have each other.

If you are separated because of some unpleasant things, become cautious, or if things are different, it is really an eyesore.

At this time, there were footsteps coming from the end of the corridor, which were heavy, as if several people were rushing together, and sometimes seemed extremely light. Masaharu Nakahara realized who was coming, and unconsciously broke away from Shirase's hand and moved forward After walking a few steps, "Chuya!"

Zhong Yuan also slid to the door, the windbreaker polished the floor, he grabbed the door frame and ran in, "Masaru!"

The two of them hugged each other like no one else, and staged a nasty drama.

Shirase, who was watching, felt that his eyes were about to go blind, and he and Dazai Osamu felt like they were in the same boat, "I don't know, but I thought you were lovers who were going to die forever."

Masaharu Nakahara stuck his head out of Nakahara's arms and made a face at him, "Okay."

"Are you okay?" Zhong Yuan also automatically ignored Shirase's existence. He held Masaharu's face to check, "I heard that Q was out of control, but it happened in the hospital where you stayed. I'm not by your side." He said Thinking of the night when Verlaine attacked Yazhi, the tragedy happened in his absence. Just thinking of the possibility of a repeat, Zhong Yuanzhong felt it was hard to breathe.

"I'm fine, I'm not hurt at all." Masaharu Nakahara let him check,

"you lost weight."

"Chuya, we've only been separated for three days, I won't lose weight."

"Your face is pale and pale."

"I'm going to be mad."

Zhong Ye pinched his limbs again, his posture was very similar to that of a master bone toucher, "Is the sequelae of the body okay?"

When he mentioned this, Masaharu Nakahara froze.

His tears burst out immediately, "It hurts! It hurts to death!"

It might have been due to nervousness just now, Masaharu Nakahara forgot that he was still sick.He even took a few steps back neatly.

The ability he used this time was not as large as that of Verlaine, but just wrapped people up like his sister, without even using his own blood, so he just felt more tired.

Chuya picked up Masaharu, put him gently on the bed, and said angrily and distressedly, "I told you to rest well, but you just didn't listen."

As soon as Yazhi's head touched the pillow, he felt his eyelids fighting. He explained weakly, "I heard..."

Listen but don't do it.

Zhongyuan Zhong also kneaded Masaji's muscles, but his expression became darker and darker in the suddenly quiet atmosphere.

There seemed to be a storm brewing in his eyes,

"I have a question for you, Yaji."

Masaharu Nakahara turned his head, "Could it be the one mackerel asked?"

"Don't call him Qinghua...Huh? What did Dazai ask you?"

Masaharu pursed his lips, feeling a little inexplicably wronged, "He asked me if I want to join port mafia."

Although these words seemed like an ordinary olive branch, Masaharu could smell the heavy pressure.

"Will I cause trouble for Chuya?"

Zhongyuan Zhong also opened his eyes slightly, and soon, his eyes softened, he took off his gloves and touched Masaharu's forehead, "No, you will never be my trouble."

"But I made such a big noise, I don't think it will be so easy to expose."

Even if Osamu Dazai said that it makes people feel more secure, Masaharu thinks it is not that simple.

The Verlaine incident was just when they were in a state of distress, and they must have lost a lot of hair in response to the investigation by the military and police.

As long as the higher-ups investigate more carefully, they will be able to know what happened that night and reproduce those battles.

"I think the power of the country must be very powerful."

[But it's actually not that great. ]

A flat child's voice reached Masaharu's ears.

Masaharu Nakahara felt a chill all over his body, obviously he had never heard this voice before, but he felt a little familiar,

[If you leave it to me, you don't have to worry about anything. ]