The so-called change of Furuzawa Qiandao was just that he subconsciously believed that he was suspected, but it was meaningless to talk about trust issues at the moment. He squatted down, turned the living person closest to him over, and stared at the enemy covered in dirty blood.
"You have fifteen minutes to think about whether to betray your employer." Furuzawa Qiandao endured the fishy smell on the tip of his nose and frowned slightly, "After these fifteen minutes, you will definitely die. Please tell me quickly." Possibility of rescue."
These people have no interest disputes with Sheep. Generally speaking, they will not set their sights on organizations with supernatural powers. However, they are also famous for wanting money rather than life. They are a group with highly volatile members. What's the matter? When people want to spread some news or inquire about something, they will more or less consider this group of people first.
But since there is a chance to live, no one should be able to refuse.
"..."
The other party was obviously moved, but before he could open his mouth to say anything, a strange light burst out from his mouth. Furuzawa Qiandao quickly retreated away as if facing a formidable enemy.
Before he could retreat far, the light went out in the blink of an eye, and the people who were about to speak just now, including the seriously injured person who was groaning in pain, were all bleeding to death.
——It is a method of silencing that is triggered by a supernatural power.
"What?" Furuzawa Qiandao could only vaguely hear this unclear syllable. After he stepped forward to confirm again that they were all silenced, he walked to the window with an indifferent expression.
"...The clue has been interrupted." Nakahara Chuuya frowned so hard that he could kill a mosquito, "What does the person behind it want to do?"
Looking at the situation of the person just now, they didn't even realize that they were attacked by supernatural powers.
Furuzawa Qiandao shook his head. His tense nerves felt indescribably powerless after they relaxed. He was too lazy to even walk up the stairs, so he stretched out a hand towards Nakahara Chuuya, hoping that he would take him upstairs like in the previous battle. Go down.
"Maybe I just want to try to alienate one of us, and then wait for the relationship to deteriorate significantly before jumping out to recruit people with superpowers. For some organizations, if they have someone who is good at fighting, they can become the king of an area. Dominated.”
Although he guessed that the situation was not as simple as it appeared, maybe someone was behind it and was a promoter.
Forget it, I don’t understand it… If he really understood it, it would frighten him even more.
Zhongyuan Zhongya looked at him suspiciously, stretched out his hand to grab him, wrapped him with supernatural powers, took a shortcut and fell back to the ground from upstairs, and then asked: "Is this the end of the matter?"
It always feels like there is a kind of sloppiness in the wrong place.
Furusawa Qiandao staggered for half a step on the ground and then stood firm. After hearing this, he glanced at him, took back his hand and stood side by side with him, "Although I also feel that something is not right, the current clues are cut off here, and it is difficult to continue. Another harvest.”
This is the first time that this kind of supernatural ability has appeared in front of them so far, and it is easily hidden in the fight between many organizations. Do they still need to ask each organization?
Besides, it’s not clear whether that person has background support or is just a single-handed mercenary. Furuzawa Qiandao tries not to find a needle in a haystack for himself.
"Moreover, the fact that they silenced themselves in such a panic doesn't mean that the enemy actually does not have efficient means of force?" Furuzawa Qiandao shrugged, very optimistic.
Anyway, in his eyes, there is nothing more terrifying than being targeted by a script writer.
Nakahara Zhongya didn't know what to say to his companion who had an extremely optimistic view on some matters related to his own safety, and he seemed to have a motherly mentality when it came to admonishing him. However, he was three years younger than Furuzawa Qianjima, so he just nodded and expressed his feelings. Respect for their actions.
The initial impression of being a cold, intelligent and reliable companion has faded over the past few years, and now Zhongyuan Zhongya only sees companions who compete with each other from time to time, who don't care much about their own situation, and who need to pay attention to their safety from time to time—— The reliability is still there, but the unnatural feeling has long since disappeared.
But the sense of distance still exists. They are close companions and friends but not particularly good. Zhongyuan Zhongya faces Furuzawa Qian Island and always has some misunderstandings. Whether he is the "Sheep King" or "Alien" "Energy user", "gravity manipulator", or any other identity, they are all the same in his eyes.
——As he said, it doesn't matter whether he is a human or not.
Zhongyuan Zhong also noticed that there was a strange thing that could bring them very close, but he was blocked by it. It had always existed between the two, so in the eyes of Qiandao, he was the companion who had "always been like this", but the other party And he is not as dependent on himself as other companions.
Even now, there is a slight reluctance to let anyone interfere in this matter revealed in the words. Zhongyuan Zhongya also knows very well that this is what Furuzawa Qiandao has always hidden under the appearance of "being troublesome" and does not recognize other people's efforts for his own sake. Good intentions in trouble?
No, to be more precise, he underestimates the weight of his position in the world of others.
"Qian Island."
"Huh? What's the matter?" Furuzawa Qiandao heard that Nakahara Chuuya's tone was a bit strangely serious, and he was puzzled and secretly cheered up.
"If you just end it in such a sloppy way, you won't be able to convince the rest of the sheep, right?" He stopped, turned his face slightly, raised his head and looked at Furuzawa Qiandao, "If they plan to discuss with the Ten People's Council, what will they do to you? , it’s also very troublesome.”
"Compared to finding the man behind the scenes, this trouble can only be said to be completely harmless. I don't care what the members think of me." Furuzawa Qiandao said firmly, looking at him with doubts.
"How about... I bring a body back as proof?"
Nakahara Zhongya waited for a while, and Furuzawa Qiandao didn't say anything. The two of them just stood there, suddenly staring at each other.
"Oh, that's it?"
"……Oh, yes."
After a long while, Zhongyuan Zhongya realized that he really had no intention of saying anything else. A strange irritation suddenly emerged in his heart, and he walked straight forward.
"Forget it! It's nothing! Just pretend that I didn't say anything!"
Furusawa Qiandao was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly caught up, "Why are you angry! I don't really intend to take the body back."
Zhongyuan Zhongya stared at him, almost jumping up and grabbing his clothes, "Don't I have to prove it for you! I am a witness!"
Furuzawa Qiandao opened his mouth, "Ah... well, then I'll leave it to you?"
Although he didn't think it was necessary and no one would say anything - it was forced by force.
"Hey, what do you mean by this question?" Zhongyuan Zhongya narrowed his eyes, dissatisfied with the uncertainty in his words, "How useless am I in your eyes?! Or do you think I won't do anything for you? Testify?!”
If there is no physical evidence, there will only be witnesses to guarantee that Furuzawa Qiandao has not been alienated and turned against him - especially Nakahara Chuuya, the leader "trusted" by most people.
He is also one of the main figures in this rumored incident.
By the way, he himself was obviously a person affected by this matter, so why was it really all left to Furuzawa Qiandao alone? !
It must be because Furuzawa Qiandao's expression and tone at that time looked too much like he was trying to resolve a personal matter involving a murderous feud!
——But in the eyes of Furuzawa Qiandao, shaking the friendly relationship between him and Zhongyuan Chuuya is almost equivalent to murder.
After all, no one would want to antagonize the future peak martial artist.
"No, I just feel flattered."
"ha?!"
…
Near Leibo Street, in an inconspicuous and dilapidated small western-style building, a doctor in a white coat walked out of a room and threw the bloody disposable gloves on his hands into the trash can next to him. He lowered his gaze to the ground. When he came into contact with the ground covered with bloodstains and footprints from the mafia on his hands, he showed his distress unabashedly.
"Ah... Now we have to clean up hard again. Let's ask those who stayed behind to pay an extra cleaning fee." After Mori Ogai finished speaking, he stepped on the pool of blood that gave him a headache. ——It was left behind when a mafioso fell to the ground with a bullet in his abdomen.
The other party arrived at the clinic in time, but unfortunately there was no time for someone to give him first aid.
Dazai Osamu didn't seem to notice the blood at his feet. When Mori Ogai looked up, his face still had a wizened expression. His face was as pale as the person who died there just now, with a bandage covering half of his face on the left side. His dark, blank eyes looked like a ghost in a thriller movie under the dark shadow.
But if you come back and take a closer look, you will find that this young man's appearance is still very good, and his dark eyes have a melancholy feeling that makes people feel pity.
——But this person is indeed comparable to a ghost.
"Oh, Dazai, you're back," Mori Ogai breathed a sigh of relief, with a worried look on his face, "I haven't seen you since yesterday. Recently, there is an organization fighting with the port mafia. I have been worried that you will be exiled. /Bomb impact…it’s great to be okay.”
Dazai Osamu sighed very slightly, "It would be great if it was like what you said. Although death by accident is not among the death categories I expected, it would be good if you were hit in the head and died instantly."
"Don't say that, it will make me very distressed." The man who looked like a doctor said, stood up straight and came to the young man.
He seemed to have been really worried about the other party. After confirming that the visitor was intact, his face became much more relaxed after he was bruised and tired.
"Where have you been these past few days? Do you need a good rest now?"
"I went to take a look around Leibo Street next to it, and I have to say, it's really chaotic there." Osamu Dazai said as he walked to the door and opened the lounge they used daily.
A string of bloody footprints spread from his back, slowly drying up and disappearing. He walked from the dark inner room to the chair in front of the curved window, turned around and jumped to sit on it.
He began to count on his fingers, "Rogues, orphans, prostitutes, vagrants, mafia, second-rate dealers... all kinds of people are gathered here, but as you said, half of Yokohama is here Survival there is simply exaggerated.”
"But it's half and half, isn't it?" Mori Ogai walked in with a smile, not caring about the series of footprints on the ground, "Did Dazai find what he wanted to see?"
Osamu Dazai's eyes were dim as he concentrated on counting, and he raised his upper eyelids to look at him, "No, Mr. Mori."
Instead, he saw two different species jumping around in front of him - a poor stray dog and a slutty mini slug, which made him not in the mood to commit suicide by jumping from the top of the building to the spire below. method.
Speaking of which, it's not the right time to jump after hearing gunfire. It seems that I need to refer to the suicide methods of some of my predecessors who have successfully passed away in order to better welcome death...
I'll find some time to go to a book store. I don't know where there are any bookstores open in Yokohama under the current situation.
