Personalized eraser, destroy the world[Comprehensive]

"Then you have to kill him to be willing!" Aita questioned, her eyes filled with hatred.

"Ten years ago, you left us all without saying a word! Why are you pretending to be a good father now!"

Aita stood up from the chair as she spoke, picked up the bag in her hand and threw the file bag inside to him.

The portfolio made a muffled sound when it fell on Sagara Taki's body, and then fell on Sagara Taki's lap due to gravity.

"This is the result of the examination at the Personality Hospital! If you don't want your son to die, quickly find a way for me!"

After finishing speaking, Aita carried her bag and left here, without any intention of stopping.

The man thought quietly, put the file bag on his body aside, then took out the mobile phone on the table, and after dialing the number, he put the mobile phone to his ear.

Soon a man's voice reached his ears.

【Moshi Moshi~Mr. Sagara. 】

"How are you doing over there?"

【Ah~ Mr. Sagara said that, but it will be misunderstood. 】

Dazai Osamu said so, but his face was smiling instead, without a trace of distress.

The port mafia was never a good thing, credit or anything, they never heard the word.

The hypocritical Hong Kong gangsters have deep friendship with the Italian Mafia headed by Vitellis, and at the same time have a dark relationship with Sagara Taki.

Everything is a deal, and all the port mafia wants is money.

Misunderstandings or something is the truth, so there is no misunderstanding.

Sagara Taki shook the goblet in his hand, drank the bloody red wine in the glass and sneered, "Will the scheming port mafia still care about misunderstandings?"

Osamu Dazai smiled: "Mr. Sagara, thank you."

What Sagara Taki asked them to do was to bring the dead karagi to Italy, so they just did it, and of course they didn't care about misunderstandings.

What happens afterward is nothing to do with Hong Kong gangsters, someone will always solve it.

Osamu Dazai stood on the top of a building dozens of stories high and looked down at the scenery of Yokohama, the night wind mixed with the chill blew across his cheeks.

"What a beautiful city."

Sagara Taki said mockingly, "It's not a good thing to say that from a Hong Kong black cadre."

The people in the port mafia are wild dogs, bloody demons, Sagara Taki knows this very well.

Osamu Dazai's words sounded more ridiculous than the fact that All Might was going to destroy the world.

"Mr. Sagara seems to have a big misunderstanding of Hong Kong gangsters." Osamu Dazai said lightly, without defending himself.

Then he turned around, put all the bustling night scene just behind him, raised his feet lightly and stood on the edge of the roof, and let go of the hand holding the phone.

The mobile phone that was still on the phone fell freely from the roof.

"Forgot to say—"

Osamu Dazai spread his arms, slowly closed his eyes, and leaned back.

"Jumping from the crater or something is really enviable."

It's a pity that Yokohama doesn't have a volcano.

The man wrapped in bandages fell from the roof, and his body was dozens of stories high.

On the top floor of the building in Hong Kong, Mori Ogai sat on a chair and raised the corners of his lips, and the moonlight directly reflected into his eyes through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

"Dazai-kun, you have fallen again."

Sagara closed his eyes, but he never fell asleep.

He wants to sleep too, eh.

But the person next to him obviously didn't want him to fall asleep.

Sagara opened his eyes, and Death stared at the wooden hanger lying beside him.

Shigangoki didn't close his eyes all the time, so he naturally met Sagara's eyes directly.

"Little devil."

Shigaraki opened his mouth, and looked at Sagara with deeper eyes.

There are still many changes in Sagara. The gold chain and leopard prints that are dirty have long been lost, and the creamy blonde hair that was bleached and dyed has also been dyed back to black.

Compared with before, there is less ruffianism, and the whole person is much cleaner.

I really want to completely defile this cleanliness.

Sigan Muhang involuntarily clasped his hand towards Sagara's neck, and slowly tightened his fingers.

Sagara's pupils narrowed slightly, "You..."

Hearing the sound, Sigou Muhang let go of the hand that was pinching Sagara, but in the next second, Sagara felt that Sigou Muhang was biting his neck directly.

"Little brat...call me by my name."

The hoarse voice of Shikuragi Hang also reached Sagara's ears.

Sagara gritted his teeth, "You bastard, you are still so perverted."

After finishing speaking, Sagara swung his fist directly at Shigaraki's face, but Shigaraki didn't dodge it.

The moment he stopped at him, Xiang Liang stunned his hand and closed his hand, but the dead handle wooden hanging down his head and buried in his neck.

"This is what you call a pervert."

When the hot and humid breath came, Sagara gasped, then he gritted his teeth and said, "I can sue you for molesting a minor."

Sigang Muhang raised his eyebrows, "Will the mafia still follow any laws?"

"you--"

Shigaraki hung up, and his red eyes just met Sagara's directly, Sagara was slightly stunned, and Shigaraki's deep laughter reached his ears.

Sigang Muhang fished him sideways, and hugged Sagara domineeringly, and when Sagara realized it, he was trapped in his arms.

Sagara frowned and wanted to break free, but stopped when he saw Shigaraki's calm but tired face.

It is not easy to hang the dead handle wood here, and it is not allowed to use it if someone secretly protects the personality in this place. In other words, the portal of the black mist will not work here at all.

Even because of the lack of individuality, the dead handle wood hanging does not even have the ability to protect itself.

Is this idiot stupid?

"Go to sleep, minor." The voice of Sigang Muhang came from next to his ear, but in the next second with a "boom", Sigang Muhang was directly kicked to the floor by Sagara.

Minors or something—

"When you say you are fat, you really gasp!"

The underage Sagara classmate snorted coldly, wrapped up the quilt and wrapped herself into rice dumplings.

In the end, Sagara really just fell asleep.

In the haze, someone lifted his quilt, something slippery got into his lips and teeth, he frowned and turned over, the man chuckled again.

Early the next morning, Sagara opened his eyes, the sunlight outside had penetrated the curtains into his room, and there was no one around.

Except for a trace of residual warmth, there is no trace of someone's presence at all.

"Sagara!" An anxious voice came from outside.

The door of the room was pushed open suddenly, and a figure entered Sagara's eyes.

"Central Plains?"

It was Chuya Zhongyuan who broke in.

Nakahara Nakaya looked at Sagara who was sitting on the bed with his messy hair, and felt relieved after realizing that there was no one else in the room.

The mafia who secretly protected Sagara outside the door fell into a coma, and Nakahara thought that an enemy had broken in.

So it seems like nothing happened.

Sagara didn't care about anything, got off the bed and yawned in his pajamas.But it's okay if it doesn't come down, Nakahara grabs Sagara's wrist as soon as he comes down.

Sagara: "What?"

Nakahara also paused for a moment, let go of his wrist and walked out of the bedroom, turned his back to him and said, "Change your clothes and go to Waitliss, and—"

"Don't bring back women from outside again."

The young master of Vitilis is the target of many people, and few people outside are trustworthy.

Thinking of this, Nakahara Chuya's expression froze, and he walked out quickly, leaving Sagara a little confused.

Nakahara Chuya just said... don't bring women back?

The tingling pain in his neck brought him back to his senses in the next second.When he walked quickly to the mirror and saw the neck, Sagara understood Nakahara Chuya's words.

Damn that pervert!

The tooth marks on the neck were still red, Sagara took off the pajamas directly.

Every part of his body can be seen clearly in front of him, and the collarbone is also covered with red marks.

Not only that, even the waist and even the thighs were not spared.

No wonder Zhongyuan Zhong also said to bring a woman back just now. If he were here now, he might not be talking about a woman.

But these red marks are not so much those things, but more like bruises left by abuse.

Familiar lines slowly climbed up his body, covering those red marks.

Sagara caressed, remembering the voice of the black shadow that sounded in his head last night.

"Are you going out?"

One day his body will be occupied by another self.

【I will always be here. 】

The black shadow's voice sounded in his head again, and Sagara laughed at himself.

"Are you willing to be locked in my body?"

Soi Ying didn't say anything more, and Chuya Zhongya knocked on the door.

Sagara picked up the clothes in the closet and put them on. Although mafia generally wear suits and windbreakers, he is not a mafia now.

The black casual clothes made him look a lot slender. Standing in front of the mirror, Sagara still frowned, and covered the obvious teeth marks on his neck with a scarf.

Wearing a scarf in this weather is actually a bit strange, but it doesn't feel any sense of disobedience when it matches with his clothes.

When Sagara opened the door, he saw Chuya Nakahara guarding the door with arms folded.

"Let's go."

The streets in Italy are not as crowded as in Japan, and the European-style buildings are completely different from the Japanese residential areas, but there is nothing good or bad.

The scenery outside the car continued to flow by, Sagara sat on the co-pilot, watching the right and wrong outside the car.

"The leader sent an email, the mission is over." Nakahara Zhong also said so.

"Are you going back?" Sagara turned his head and thought quietly, "That's right, after all, you are a Hong Kong gangster, not Waitelis."

Zhong Yuanzhong also paused, but finally said nothing.

This kid is actually very similar to him, and Sagara's "dirty" appearance suddenly appeared yesterday, which made Nakahara even more concerned about this matter.

But what he said was right, he was a member of the port mafia, and all he had to do was the task, and there was no need to care about human relationships.

Nakahara Chuya, the materialization of supernatural powers, the safety device of Huangba's spit, the "filthy" is probably the real self.

He has always believed that it is impossible for anyone else to have similar abilities to him.

But it's so weird, things that I don't believe will always appear in front of me.

Sagara leaned back on the backrest, turned to look at Chuya Nakahara.

"Chuya Nakahara, do you know...the meaning of living?"

Nakahara Chuya paused his driving hand, stepped on the brake suddenly, he looked at Sagara, and there was something flickering in his eyes.

"..." Zhong Yuanzhong also said something.

The author has something to say:

Sombra is very similar to Chuya's filth, I love him (no)