dhibooks Chapter 8 Ability is to be forced out
Chapter 8 Ability is to be forced out
He has a serious attitude, is always on the alert, and perfectly applies Dazai Osamu's set of "manipulation and calculation";
He is not afraid, and boldly explores unknown areas, and he is neither arrogant nor impetuous, calm and composed.
He won!
"..."
Zhong Yuanzhong also tightly held the iapd in his hand.
In the next second, silver dust fell with the sound of "thud, thud, thud".
Akutagawa adjusted his clothes a little, stood up and nodded slightly towards him, then pointed in the direction of the door, with a very clear meaning - you can get out.
"Didn't you always want to be recognized by Osamu Dazai?"
Nakahara also took a deep breath, endured the urge to feel nausea deep in his heart, and gritted his teeth: "Don't you want to be like me, fascinated by Dazai Osamu, let him be fascinated by you, sad for you, You are sad, and even cry for you."
"Don't you want to monopolize Osamu Dazai's favor?"
Akutagawa lowered his head and said nothing.
But his constantly trembling shoulders still completely exposed his inner thoughts.
Nakahara Chuya charged up and made the last move: "Don't you want Dazai Osamu to accompany you day and night?"
Akutagawa was stiff in place, his Adam's apple kept rolling up and down.
"Play minesweeper with you."
Boom!
The bedside table behind Akutagawa exploded violently, and the black minions pierced through it, and the air was filled with torn white down.
"..."
Good guy, the abilities are all forced out.
Akutagawa stood up, his cheeks flushed, his hands trembling, and even his usually docile hairstyle fluttered wantonly.
"I am willing!"
"..."
"it is good."
Zhong Yuanzhong also nodded in satisfaction, and walked towards the lower level of the basement.
He really couldn't bear the combined effect of photos of Dazai Osamu all over the room, plus rose petals and tulip perfume.
-- In the basement --
Akutagawa held the paper and pen, and stuck it to the corner of the wall tremblingly, carefully recording every word Nakahara Chuya said.
Zhongyuan Zhong also originally planned to cut through the mess quickly, and bring his violence to the extreme in this uninhabited land, but since he has good wine, he doesn't mind chattering a few more words.
"Tell me what you think of that dead monkey, cough, what you think of Osamu Dazai."
"Calm and calm, cunning and cunning, and extremely clever!" Akutagawa's eyes brightened slightly, his expression excited.
"No, now you are obviously looking at Osamu Dazai with colored glasses. You should calm down and look at it with the most fair mind. When will you be able to tear away the light on him? Drop it, and you'll find—"
Zhongyuan Zhong also paused, drank all the remaining half of the red wine, resisting Akutagawa's desire for knowledge, he said: "You will find that he is just a secondary personnel with extremely average combat ability."
"Mr. Dazai has a superb IQ and is personable. As for combat power, it is enough for us to fight. Why do you want to dirty Mr. Dazai's hands!"
Boom!
"Really?" Zhongyuan Zhong also raised his eyebrows slightly, put his feet on the table, and said casually:
"You know Osamu Dazai has a book in his hand, it's called - "The Perfect Suicide Manual""
A good classmate who listened carefully to the class, Ryunosuke Akutagawa raised his hand to answer: "Yes, I once saw Mr. Dazai fall from a tall building, ball himself into a trash can."
Chuya Nakahara felt relieved, sure enough, no matter which world's Dazai Osamu, he regarded 'death' as sacred and pure, and his M breath was still so strong.
He beckoned Akutagawa to come over, took off his hat, handed him a letter inside, and said without blushing, "I'm ashamed to say, this is my experience and lessons over the years, as long as you can put the letter inside If you have a complete grasp of the knowledge and integrate it into real life, let alone Osamu Dazai, even if you add Atsushi Nakajima, it is still easy to grasp."
Akutagawa fell straight back, and then quickly bowed to take the book, which was called "A Thousand Ways to Make Dazai Osamu Fascinated by You"
"Yes!"
Akutagawa slowly got into the corner, covered himself with clothes, leaving only one head.
Before Chuya Nakahara left, he caught a glimpse of Ryunosuke Akutagawa, who was huddled in a corner with a pen in his mouth, writing something seriously, and his mood was a bit complicated.
Sometimes, he even thinks about it.
What was Dazai's reason for picking him up back then?
Fancy his powerful abilities?Celebrating your promotion to a cadre?Conscience found out?Or, simply want to keep a pet, a pet like a wolf dog.
Just like his other suicides, he simply wanted to leave himself a hidden danger and plant a bomb.
——Dazaifu——
After taking a bath, Osamu Dazai thought about the situation of his naughty little man.
He sent out several drones, and moved out the astronomical telescope he just bought along the way.
On the highest rooftop in Yokohama, there is a Dazai Osamu.
He is manipulating a high-resolution telescope, observing every move in Yokohama, and recording it in a beautifully packaged notebook, commonly known as—[Script]
It wasn't until late at night that Osamu Dazai came down from the stage.
He walked slowly on the road, followed by four strong men.
"Mr. Dazai, your phone number."
"I'm walking." Osamu Dazai pushed the phone back dissatisfied, turned around and taught a lesson: "Calling while walking is easy to be bitten by dogs—"
Boom!
An unknown object flew in the distance, knocked Osamu Dazai straight into the wall hundreds of meters away.
Several bodyguards looked at each other and were at a loss for a while.
----
Zhong Yuanzhong also found a job for himself.
This world does have mafia gangs and armed detective agencies.
Leaders, presidents, cadres, and subordinates are all available, but violence is restricted in this world. Unless someone wants to destroy the earth, they still follow the order of writing first and then fighting.
Zhong Yuanzhong also searched around, and the most suitable for him is probably only the detective work of the detective agency.
As for the Mafia, before he figured out his relationship with Mori Ogai, he didn't want to have too much involvement with that side.
Early the next morning, he put on a black suit, tie, and hat, and went to the detective agency to apply for a job.
The applicant officer squinted his eyes, and before Zhongyuan Zhong could react, he was hit on the head.
"..."
Edogawa ran wild.
"Wow! Cute Mr. Hat, are you here to apply too?!"
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