Yokohama Heart Fraudster

15

    It's not that He Quanlian has never seen death.

    In the world he used to live in, there lived a Reaper primary school student on the street next door.

    'Death' is the nickname that He Quan Lian took for Conan, the little boy with glasses, because as long as He Quan Lian was idle and bored and went out to hang out and happened to meet Conan, he would always experience it in various ways on this day. past the murder scene.

    Sometimes it is a fall from the building, sometimes it is poisonous in the dining room, and even if you walk into a public toilet at will, you can meet the dead who are already cold.

    At first, He Quanlian was frightened by the tragic state of the corpses, his heart skipped a beat, his breathing was short, and his mind went blank for a while before he panicked and took out his mobile phone to contact the police.

    But as his experience increased, he could calmly bite his lunch after seeing the corpse, and lazily called the police to explain his location in detail and clearly.

    To be honest, He Quanlian didn't want this kind of adaptation, but it's a pity that the world of Death is too scary. The only thing he can do is to calculate Conan's course of action in advance, and then detour away from the other party.

    Therefore, as long as the corpse is not specially treated, He Quanlian can basically be treated calmly.

    However, Osamu Dazai obviously felt that such a miserable situation was not suitable for an ordinary student, and he kindly blocked his sight for him, so He Quanlian would not lose his kindness, and just quietly acted as a nothing. know students.

    I don't know how many times have passed, and the surrounding gunfire has gradually calmed down, and the sound of cloth rubbing can be vaguely heard, and a strange voice rang in a low voice not far away.

    "Mr. Dazai, everything has been dealt with."

    So the palm covering his eyes loosened, letting in a few dazzling beams.

    At the moment of being stimulated by the strong light, Izumi Lian narrowed his eyes in a conditioned reflex to adapt to the environment, and after a few seconds, he was able to see Osamu Dazai's smiling face clearly.

    He glanced at the ground subconsciously, only a large area of ​​dark black traces were left on the dry land, and there was a faint smell of blood in the air, but nothing else existed.

    "The time of the game is over." Suddenly, Dazai Osamu's voice came in front of him, which made him withdraw his attention and look in front of him.

    The black curly hair lay softly in front of his forehead, slightly covering the pair of kite eyes that looked unclear.

    Dazai Osamu looked at him with his lips curled, but his smile didn't reach his eyes: "You should go back." After

    speaking, he turned his head and chose a Mafia subordinate, nodding and said, "You, send him out of the slum."

    The named mafia immediately stood up, and He Quanlian glanced at him slightly, and found that his black suit was not stained with much blood, and only a few drops of crimson were accidentally splashed on the trousers and leather shoes.