Mori Chef's self-cultivation

The human brain has a natural self-defense mechanism. When it receives an excessive impact, in order to protect the owner of the body from being completely defeated, it will turn on the shielding mode, and put all the memories that do not want to face into a hidden corner. , Pretend nothing ever happened.

Escape is shameful but useful.

At least after "that thing" happened, Atsushi Nakajima woke up from a week-long coma, and he couldn't remember what happened in the secret room at all, and even the most crucial characters were forgotten, as if the other party had never appear in your own life.

Rao, who is the head of the orphanage who feels cold-blooded and ruthless, has to be extremely surprised by this.

However, in order to minimize the suppression of the situation in accordance with the requirements of the Shibusawa family, it is natural that as few people know the better, so in the end it will be nothing.

Fortunately (?) the person who was the survivor had no signs of recalling it, but it saved a lot of trouble, and he has been hiding it until today. To resurface the truth hidden in the past.

"my friend……?"

The white-haired boy turned on the repeater mode in a daze. He didn't know how to react. He could only mutter: "What kind of friend? No one likes to approach someone like me. That's what the dean told me. . . . I can't possibly have any friends."

"That's right, if a light like yours adds unnecessary burdens, it must be dimmed, Nakajima-kun—" Seeing him showing a negative state of abandonment, the white-haired young man beside him not only He didn't mean to comfort him, but his eyes were shining brightly, and he couldn't wait to join in.

Perhaps for Shibusawa Tatsuhiko, who is called "White Kirin", he is actually strengthening the opponent's psychological defense line, and every word is full of good intentions.After all, his way of thinking is very different from that of ordinary people, and he doesn't even bother to be with them.

In order to prove that what he said was true, he did not bow his knees like a prisoner at all, but ignored the other people in the room, walked over and grabbed Atsushi Nakajima's shoulder, and expressed his twisted wish like a demon: "Give Let me see, just like before, show me the glory of life!"

"...I have no idea what you're talking about!"

"Could it be that I haven't done enough?"

Even though he was pushed and resisted by the terrified person in front of him, he still didn't hold back at all, but could not stop impatiently analyzing: "Do you need some stepping stones to pave the way? That's right, in order to set off your brilliance, you must throw bricks and attract jade... ...let me think about it..."

——Hey, the over-the-top chef is indeed a creature that makes people feel uncomfortable and has no self-consciousness.

The young cadre who had a deep understanding of this secretly slandered, but he didn't show it on his face. He also dared to go over to assist, and raised his finger in a serious manner to suggest: "Don't worry about this, Mr. Sen has already prepared for you. Much better~ Paving stones~"

After finishing speaking, he turned his head and showed an unprecedented bright smile, and confirmed it maliciously to the black-haired man sitting on the sofa.

"In my opinion, just take out your favorite piece and use it again, how about it?" Just as the other party knows what his weakness is, he also understands who is the core of this change, and can strike at any time.

If it were the profit-oriented Hong Kong black leader and incompetent instructor he was familiar with, his verbal venting of anger would hardly cause the slightest disturbance, but right now he is very sure that he has indeed caught the flash of light in the man's eyes. Displeasure made him believe in his own judgment even more.

"Dazai-kun really likes to joke."

Mr. Dean from the parallel world immediately withdrew the filter for watching children, and now habitually supported his chin with one hand, and reminded him in a very light tone: "Don't forget what you want...Speak up , I just discovered that the consciousness of another 'Dazai-kun' still remains in the "world" I created. If he breaks through the second floor and sneaks into the first floor to meet Oda-kun, guess what he will do? What will be done? "

This time it was replaced by the bandage spirit who loves to die and couldn't laugh out loud.

Although he immediately noticed the abnormality when the man in front of him returned to the port mafia as the leader, and at the same time reached a provisional agreement for joint cooperation through verbal confrontation, he did not inquire too much about the situation in the other world.But through the few words revealed by Mori Ogai, he can vaguely get a glimpse of most of the truth about "himself" jumping off the building-is it just because he feels too tired?If he reaches the highest position in the organization, he will definitely not be able to pull Odasaku into the vortex, and maybe push him far away, and call it protection...

In this way, it means that he is the only one left to live alone, so what's the point?

In other words, when the "self" who has encountered too many misfortunes meets Oda Sakunosuke, who has become a close friend with him in this world, he will definitely not be willing to leave easily, right?Anyway, relying on the special props that "like that" overrides all abilities, it is not difficult to "resurrect".

——When the time comes to stage a scene where you and "yourself" steal people, not only will everyone be laughed at, but you will also experience hell-level difficulty challenges!

Thinking of this, Osamu Dazai didn't want to pretend to be indifferent at all, holding the thought of "since the bottom line has been missed, it's better to save the situation as soon as possible", and immediately raised his hand to show his innocence, "Yes, I did it for To ease the atmosphere. The fire is just right now, why don't you hurry up and proceed with the next plan!"

"I'm really flattered to have such an understanding Dazai-kun."

Mr. Dean, who won the victory, made a summary in a casual manner. He didn't have the time to retaliate against the naive ghost. At this moment, he finally gathered enough strength to stand up and move around. He calmly walked to the side of the white-haired young man, raised his hand Pressed his shoulders.

Obviously not exerting too much strength, but inexplicably giving people a sense of terrifying oppression that cannot be escaped.

Even Shibusawa Ryuhiko, who was in a state of frenzy, subconsciously pulled away a little attention and looked over with a pair of ruby-like inorganic pupils.

So the next moment, he met the black-haired man's deep gaze, and instantly felt like falling into an ice cave, feeling the cold air rushing into his limbs and bones, causing his whole body to become extremely stiff, and even his eyelashes seemed to be covered with a The thick layer of frost and snow made him want to avoid his sight.

"Beforehand, I'm not optimistic about Shibusawa-kun."

Perhaps because there were too many emotions accumulated in his heart, Mr. Dean changed his usual reserved style of hiding his knife in his smile, and the curvature of his lips also decreased a lot, becoming a gentle straight line.Once he no longer deliberately maintains an approachable appearance, the coldness in his bones is undoubtedly revealed. No matter what he says, he seems to be mocking his partner, "It's just a bad idea to find you here. It's far from the best I want. The answer is still far away. What is your value? The government and your family have judged it for me in advance, so it is a fair evaluation, right?"

Withdrawing the foreword, it was indeed an out-and-out irony. The more people who know him, the more they will understand the weight of what he said.

It can make an old fox who is good at disguising tear off his mask and express his dissatisfaction and dislike frankly. It also shows how hopeless the other party is, and it can be classified as non-recyclable garbage.

It is precisely because he himself has not been much better before that his words are convincing.

The white-haired young man who was brought back to the port mafia headquarters by Osamu Dazai in the name of "helping" and who maintained a high profile before his death widened his eyes slightly in surprise—from his point of view, even though he had the same impure thoughts, There is a possibility of betrayal at any time, but in order to get his mercy and alms, the other party should have put on the lowest and most humble attitude to beg, how can he belittle his value in reverse?It's really unreasonable.

Because he couldn't figure out why the other party didn't play the cards according to the routine, he didn't hastily fight back, but ignored the rude remarks with a (thought he thought) condescending expression.

However, the man holding his shoulders slowly increased his strength, forcing him to perceive the bad emotions from unknown sources, and almost had a terrible illusion that the coldness was slowly pouring into the bone marrow.

"So, don't challenge the little patience I have left." He heard the other party issue an ultimatum, completely unrelated to words like "please", it was clearly an unkind threat, as if he had already regarded him as a A tool that doesn't fit the hand will be broken on the spot if it doesn't go well.

That completely reversed his imagination, making him feel as ridiculous as he was in an absurd dream, but he couldn't find a way to wake up.

So in the next second, an order from lack of heat sounded in his ear again: "——Turn on "Longyan Between", and the coverage area should not exceed this office.If it exceeds the predetermined range, it means that Shibusawa-kun is indeed lacking in ability as rumored. "

"Of course I can do it..." Realizing that the initiative has returned to his own hands, Shibusawa Tatsuhiko's tight lips showed a strange upward trend, and immediately after, a haze spread around his feet. The white mist gradually involved the people around him into his supernatural power.

——It doesn't matter, since you have entered the "Dragon Yan Room", the next development cannot be decided by others... You really are an idiot.

In the second layer "world".

At first, the shattering of the sky came silently. Except for the humanoid bug that had been expected, no one could notice the slightest abnormality. It was just a sudden torrential rain.

But as time went by, the rate of cracking accelerated, and even the ground trembled. For Japanese residents, this kind of thing can also be included in daily life, and there is not much value worthy of attention.What's more, the residents here are just mimetic projections. Although they have the original owner's character design, they are still guards guarding the "town" in essence, so they don't feel panic about this.

On the other hand, Kurihara Tsuru, who took the intruder character card, immediately became vigilant. He deeply felt that if he followed the rhythm of the man in front of him, he might not get the information he wanted at all. At this moment, he relied on his favor to do whatever he wanted, and squeezed hard to resist. The shards of glass on the chest caused it to cut through the bandage covering the palm at the same time, creating fresh bloodstains.

The part that was not healed immediately became worse and turned into a slightly messy wound, which was especially shocking in the white and pink palm, as if it had damaged a piece of art, which made people feel violent.

The warm bright red slid down from the top of the transparent glass and hit the ground tick-tock. If you don't distinguish it carefully, it really looks like the blood flowing from the heart.

——Not being able to hurt Mr. Dean doesn't mean that he can't attack himself, causing a double visual and spiritual impact.

While doing self-mutilation in his hands, he frowned slightly, and urged pitifully: "Please tell me the truth quickly, please? Don't play any more procrastination——"

Before he could say the word "tactics", he found that the man in front of him let out a long sigh, and interrupted his retrograde attempt to rebel with a fatal blow.

"——Before that, please answer me a question first. For Xiao She, is it really any 'I'? Let's exchange each other's most wanted answers, how about?"