You are an ordinary person, how do you survive in the Shura field

"Please?" Hearing this word, your thoughts, which were pulled into a mess by alcohol and pain, gradually gathered together.

You opened your eyes with difficulty, and saw Dazai Osamu squatting very close to you, his iris-colored eyes were filled with a cold smile, and his brisk words were like thin ice floating on the water, freezing your temples It hurts like throbbing.

You laughed suddenly: "Hahahahaha..."

You grabbed his hand on your cheek with both hands, and pulled him towards you with all your strength. It was not easy to maintain balance in the squatting position, and he was pulled to jump on your body.

The mellow alcohol smell enveloped you instantly, and his slender body pressed up, making you feel unexpectedly heavy, and your consciousness seemed to have been hit hard.

You forcefully move your hands to his waist, wrapping your hands around his waist. His waist looks slender, but it doesn’t feel tight to the touch. A thin layer of muscle is hidden under the shirt. You hold his waist , took a deep breath, raised his legs and kicked them to the ground, so as to turn over with his strength, and his body switched positions with him.

He changed from lying on your back to falling to the ground on his back. You shook your dizzy head, slowly put your hands on the ground, lifted your legs over his waist, and rode on him.

You sat on his waist and looked down at him from above. The light-colored windbreaker on his body spread out on the ground, like the wings of a butterfly being forced to open. He was trapped by you in the wings, and his kite-colored eyes were full of astonishment. .

"Dazai Osamu..."

You murmured his name in a low voice, and your consciousness seemed to float high into the sky with the change of posture. Above your head, the light turned into a twisted vortex to attract you, and your soul was sucked in, spinning continuously .

Dizzy and erratic, accompanied by the melodious singing in the distance, your world becomes extremely slow, everything in your eyes is dreamlike, and you can't find the slightest sense of reality.

You heard a crisp sound from the bottom of your heart, as if an invisible shackle was broken.

You licked your palate with your tongue, the tip of your tongue became a little numb due to the alcohol, you couldn't help but pause, then lowered your head and asked him, "Do you know how I beg others?"

Osamu Dazai's pupils suddenly constricted, just such a small change made you feel joyful, an unstoppable sense of excitement surged up, you seemed to hear your heartbeat speeding up, and your breathing became heavy.

You fixed your gaze on his neck.

The bandage-wrapped neck looked very fragile, as if it could be broken with a slight snap. The bloodthirsty and destructive desire that had never been seen before turned into a beast, tearing apart the cage of reason, and broke out from the bottom of his heart.

Sensing the danger, Osamu Dazai grabbed your wrist suddenly, you moved your hand away, and his hand passed through your arms nimbly like a swimming fish, and pressed against your shoulder, trying to lift you off your body .

You pushed him away and grabbed his wrist with your backhand. He struggled a bit, but his body, which has undergone intensive training from the Supernatural Special Service Section, was still better. You grabbed his hands and imprisoned them around his cheeks.

His mouth is opening and closing, saying something quickly, but your ears have been buzzing since just now, and you can't hear it at all.

It doesn't matter if you don't listen, you just look at him with some distress, if you let go of your hand, he will resist, if you don't let go, you seem to be unable to do what you want.

"Ability--"

A word pierced the buzzer into your ears, Osamu Dazai looked at you with deep eyes, you paused for a moment, and roughly understood what he meant.

To unlock the power.

Not unlocking will affect you.

In fact, your body is already very bad now, but under the influence of alcohol, the pain of the virus is not so obvious, all you can feel is dullness and numbness.

There is also endless enthusiasm that grows from the bottom of my heart.

The whole person seems to be hanging on the volcano that is about to erupt, you clearly know that you have reached the limit, so you can only bend down, lower your head and get closer to Osamu Dazai.

The moment you got close to his body, you heard his impossibly fast heartbeat overlap with yours, but unlike your rapid breathing, his breathing was so light that there was hardly any.

Unlike your body, which is hot as if it was taken out of a steamer, his body is very cool, his clothes are damp, and the aroma of the wine left on it emits little by little, and you suddenly feel that he has just been taken out of the refrigerator cake.

The pale face is colder in color, the pupils under the iris are constricted, the corners of the relaxed mouth are straightened, and the inconspicuous Adam's apple rolling under the bandage is a symbol of tension—you are getting closer to him, he He didn't hide, just looked at you like that.

Your hair fell on his face, his chin tightened suddenly, and there was a slight tremor on his lips, and you suddenly felt proud of the successful prank in your heart, you turned your head, brushed his face, and bit towards him. The hand you pressed against his ear.

The cold glove is caught by your teeth, you pull the glove with your teeth, the black glove breaks free from his palm little by little, the hand you hold him touches his skin, and finally you have an unhindered relationship with him Overlap with him.

You tucked your fingers between his fingers and clasped his hand firmly.

Interlocking your fingers, his supernatural power is activated, and the powerful supernatural power enters your body through his palm, sweeping away the pain lurking in it violently.

You straightened up with your glove in your mouth, looking at him defiantly.

His expression was obscure, and the hand that was pressed by you on the ground suddenly tightened, his thin and powerful palm clenched you tightly, and his body was like clockwork, instantly becoming aggressive.

You heard him whisper, "That's it?"

His voice is low and hoarse, his eyes darken every time he utters a word, the strength of the hand that holds you is incredible, as if it wants to break your fingers and merge with him.

A sense of crisis rose from your fingertips, you threw away the gloves, and said in a cold tone, "If it weren't for the bandage on your neck, I would have bitten your throat off."

"You can untie the bandage." Dazai Osamu said so, but his eyes revealed another meaning.

Just like a hyena has his prey, his eyes are firmly fixed on you, as long as you make a move, he will counterattack.

You also looked at him, without giving in. As time went by, the strength in your body gradually recovered, and the consciousness gradually returned. The sweaty shirt was pressed against your neck, and you turned your head uncomfortably.

Osamu Dazai looked at the neck following your movements, his eyes became a little wandering, and you felt the fingers that were clenched tightly become dazed, and you immediately pulled them out.

You raised your hand and tugged at the collar. When you opened the buttons with your fingers, the tie blocked you for a moment. You pulled off the tie that was in the way, and asked, "Osamu Dazai, did you pull off my coat on purpose?"

Dazai Osamu hadn't recovered yet, subconsciously retorted: "I didn't."

You squeezed your tie and looked at him blankly. He collected himself, as if he had guessed what you were going to do, and quickly grabbed the tie.

You raise your hand up, Osamu Dazai grabs the other end of the tie, trying to tie it to your hand, but you use tricks to hold down his hand, and a loud shout suddenly comes from the side: "Sangto!!"

You tilt your head, and the middle-aged senior you met before looked at you in shock.

To be precise, he was looking at you and Osamu Dazai.

You looked at Osamu Dazai who was pressed under you, his chin was still bruised, as if he was beaten by you, you straightened up quickly: "I can explain..."

Before you finished speaking, you just stood up and your eyes blurred, and your body fell forward uncontrollably.

In an instant you figured it out - the virus is gone, yes, but the wine is still there...

Seeing that the ground is getting closer and closer to you, you can't help but close your eyes, preparing to bear the pain of landing on your face, when suddenly your waist tightens, and a pair of hands grabs you from the side.

Your forehead bumped against the man's shoulder, the familiar smell of wine filled your nose, and his chest vibrated slightly when he spoke: "I'll take Cang Dou back first."

"and many more……"

"The person you should be looking for is inside." Dazai Osamu's voice was slightly cold, and the sound of shredded clothes rubbing against each other came. He put your hands on his shoulders, put his arms around your waist, and prepared to take you away.

The senior didn't stop him.

There are a few cars parked at the entrance of the Supernatural Secret Service Section. Osamu Dazai seems to have a lot of prestige in front of those people. No one dares to stop him from borrowing a car to take you away.

He stuffed you into the passenger seat. You originally wanted to say that he was driving under the influence of alcohol, but thinking about your current state, you felt that you shouldn't provoke him, so you finally shut up.

The way back was extremely quiet, your consciousness sank under the influence of alcohol, and you didn't even know when the car stopped.

Osamu Dazai opened your car door and unbuckled your seat belt for you. You felt his hand pause on your waist, and his eyes seemed to fall on his face.

Then, he pressed his index finger to your lips.

Using the same hand you held his glove before, in the same position... Is he taking revenge on you?

Your thoughts were heavy, your eyelids barely opened a slit, his iris eyes flashed in front of you, with obvious gloom, and his thumb pressed hard on the corner of your lips.

You heard him chuckle, "Idiot."

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The next day, you woke up in Osamu Dazai's bed.

The bed board behind is very hard, and the blanket covering your body is something you have seen on the sofa before. You pull the blanket and sit up, and there is a sour and crisp sound on your back. You sigh, suspecting that Osamu Dazai has never slept on this bed .

Osamu Dazai was sitting on the sofa outside playing games. He turned up the sound effects of the game very loudly, and you could hear the booming sound before you got close.

Seeing you appear, Osamu Dazai threw out a mobile phone: "I left it on the car yesterday."

He gave you a sliver of energy from the game, looked at your expression out of the corner of his eye, you thought about it carefully: "Are you calling me an idiot?"

Dazai Osamu: "..."

Seeing that he was speechless, you said: "This account will be written down first."

You lower your head to unlock your phone, and sure enough, there are several messages from the Supernatural Secret Service.

Let you report on the mission process, Osamu Dazai's actions, and - stay away from Osamu Dazai.

Contact with him is prohibited.

The monitoring location was also changed to a car parked downstairs.

Let people stay in the car for a week, is there any human rights left in the Supernatural Secret Service... You clicked your tongue and waved to Dazai: "I'll go buy some breakfast."

Dazai ignored you and immersed himself in playing the game. You went nearby to buy two pieces of bread, got into the car prepared for you, and started to write the mission report.

There is a laptop in the car, probably for the purpose of writing a report for you. You open the document, hesitant to write down Osamu Dazai's black mud behavior yesterday.

You don't want him to fail in whitewashing, but you can't swallow it without writing.

Before you could make a decision, Osamu Dazai came down from the room, opened the car door and got into the back seat.

You are holding your phone in a daze, when he glances at your phone screen saver - a river so clean that it can reflect the blue sky, a light white building, a grand church, he is slightly startled.

"Switzerland?"

You turn off the screen, and he asks you, "Do you want to go to Switzerland?"

"The scenery is very good."

You went to the bar to ask for a surveillance video, and the mail just arrived. You clicked on the video to see if there was a picture of you fighting with Osamu Dazai.

Probably not, Dazai Osamu is terribly deep-minded, how could you get caught by telling you black mud.

You click on the video, and sure enough, the focus of surveillance has always been on the wine cabinet behind the bar, and only the edge can catch a little bit of your shadow.

Osamu Dazai silently took out the game console, apparently wanting to delete that memory.

A slim white figure suddenly passed by the edge of the monitor, you pause the screen, the man's long black hair hangs behind him, and his body feels thin and thin in the screen.

Jiaai Liu...

When entering the copy, the system explained to you that she was the cornerstone of the "well" at the beginning. For unknown reasons, her thoughts would overlap with the murderous particles produced by criminals, so she encountered criminals again and again in her dreams. , and was brutally killed.

Later, someone used her to make a well to help the police find the criminal, but her pain did not end... After countless years and the efforts of countless people, she was freed.

After the "well" separated from her, she became an independent machine, and she chose to keep a personality similar to herself in the "well" to help those in need.

Your eyes stayed on her for too long, Osamu Dazai poked his head over from the back seat and asked curiously, "Who is this?"

"I don't know." You replayed the paused scene.

Osamu Dazai looked at you from the side, but finally said nothing.

The days passed so smoothly, and on the last day, you and Osamu Dazai were called to the Supernatural Secret Service Division.

The files are stored in the basement. You take the elevator down, and when you reach a gate, Osamu Dazai suddenly refuses to go in.

"I'll wait for you here." Osamu Dazai said in a deep voice, you've never seen him look so unhappy.

You push open the door, but there is no one in the door, only mountains of materials can be seen on the desk.

Bookcases as high as the ceiling are placed on the left and right walls, and countless portfolios are arranged alphabetically and embedded in the bookcases in an orderly manner.

You walked to the desk, and there was a file bag in the center, with Osamu Dazai's name written on it.

You pick up the file bag, and the speaker next to it emits a hissing sound, and a young male voice comes out: "Take this document, take Dazai to Agency No. [-], and hand it over to the supernatural being there."

"Originally I should go there in person, but... I'm worried about Dazai..." The person who spoke paused, then calmly said, "Cangdou, I heard that you and Dazai get along well, please excuse me."

"Is this the case?" you ask.

"Of course," the male voice replied, "Only backup text and pictures can be uploaded in the database, and the actual objects are usually stored in file bags."

"What if it's a big piece of evidence?"

"Will be kept in—! What are you asking for?"

"Just ask, I asked Dazai to come in." You said.

"..." The speaker did not make any more sound, you called Osamu Dazai in and handed him the file bag.

"See if there's anything missing."

Osamu Dazai opened the file and flipped through it, with a perfunctory and unserious attitude, as if he was dealing with a menu that he didn't like very much.

You bypass him and walk towards the bookcase where countless portfolios are placed.

"I've found a new job, and I'll go for an interview this afternoon." Osamu Dazai said behind you, "Do you want to go with me?"

You froze for a moment, you thought Osamu Dazai would draw a line with everything in the past after he was cleansed, but you didn't expect him to take the initiative to invite you...to invite you to join his new life?

You are in a delicate mood, looking back at him, you can see the rare relaxation in his smiling eyes.

"What if the interviewer takes a fancy to me?" You couldn't help asking, "With someone as good as me, I think your interview will be useless."

"Then I won't take you." Osamu Dazai laughed.

"H, I, J..."

You follow the letters up the stairs, the less-traveled stairs sinking, fine dust flying from the edges.

"K."

Your steps stop before this letter.

A very new file with a slightly different color jumps into your eyes, you take it out and have a look, material code: Xing·1021·A

[Kurato]

[Swiss superhuman]

……

Osamu Dazai glanced at his files casually and put them back into the bag. He raised his head, just in time to see you unwrap the thread wrapped around the file bag, and pull out a small sealed bag from it.

The blood-stained white handkerchief was packed in a sealed bag with a label on the corner: "DNA sample, not uploaded to the database, to be taken out."

There is also an English label on the bottom, to the effect that it is negotiating with the Swiss supernatural agency. It seems that the other party really wants this information, but the interests of the two parties have not reached an agreement.

Osamu Dazai looked at you ecstatically: "Soto, the pronunciation of Kurato, in Swiss..."

"Dazai!!!"

The sound suddenly shouted: "Quick! Stop him!! He is the Swiss magician thief!!!"

"It's late~~"

You raised your foot and kicked at the bookcase, the solid wood bookcase firmly embedded in the wall was shaken by your kick, and countless materials fell off.

A flame emanated from your palm, and the information in your hand ignited. You jumped down from the stairs and landed right at the door.

As soon as he raised his eyes, he saw Dazai Osamu's shocked and stunned eyes from the blazing flames.

You put the sealed bag with the handkerchief in your suit pocket, and smiled at him: "The only DNA sample in this world that can capture me, now it's returned to its original owner."

"If it weren't for the conflict between you and the people guarding here, I wouldn't be able to sneak in easily."

You put your finger on your lips and said to him, "Osamu Dazai, you are the idiot, the super idiot."

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Leaving from the Ability Secret Service Section, just in time to hear the siren sound.

Osamu Dazai was betrayed by you just after trusting you, the impressive task has been completed, you also took the other two documents in your hand, found a hidden place to read the documents, and you said to the system: "Exit the copy. "

The things in front of me didn't change.

You repeat: "Exit copy."

The system fell into suspicious silence.

A line of small characters jumps into your eyes.

[Exit copy failed]