I really Didn't Give Up

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Chapter 1 The first day of time travel

    Yokohama.

    In the scorching sun, on the lower reaches of the Tsurumi River, a group of men in black suits squatted on the boat, hunched over, and groped in the river with the tools in their hands.

    The wide river is full of dense boats, and even a fish can't slip through it.

    Passers-by avoid this area far away, lest they hurt themselves—

    this group of burly, well-trained men in black wearing sunglasses obviously belong to a nearby mafia organization. Recently, several mafia gangs in Yokohama organized a scuffle. I don't know which side this group of people belong to?

    Sitting on the high embankment was a young overseer, who looked only thirteen or fourteen years old, but he was directing dozens of grown men in the river to work—

    "Brother Tong, drink water." One of the organizers Members, respectfully handed mineral water to the boy who was much younger than him.

    The bottle cap has been unscrewed.

    The boy known as "Brother Tong" took it, took a sip, and the cold liquid irritated his throat: "Cough cough cough cough cough cough cough!" "

    Drink slowly." The organization member doggedly said.

    Yi Tong shook her hand, indicating that this was not the problem, and made a gesture, indicating that this member should also go down to the river to work.

    The member of the organization made a bitter face: "Brother Tong, it's been a day of fishing, are you sure he's in the river?"

    Yi Tong nodded to confirm.

    "This...it's not that I don't believe in your supernatural powers, but how, how could a living person be in the river?"

    Following the question of this organization member, other members who heard the question also raised their heads from the river , with embarrassing sweat on his face, mixed with the river water, shining brightly in the sun.

    The young man sitting on the embankment moved his gaze after hearing the words, his eyes were warm and glowing with a different kind of brilliance, which made people unconsciously feel calm.

    Yitong opened his mouth, and felt the master's desire to speak out in his throat, and immediately felt a tearing pain: "Ahem!"

    Yitong had no choice but to edit on the phone: "Continue to fish!" After a pause, he added: "Don't stop." The

    members of the organization received the order, and when they saw the bandage on Yitong's neck, their hearts trembled. His body was exhausted, but he continued to move.

    A snow-white bandage was wrapped around the boy's neck, which gave all the members a warning—

    【If you can't find anyone, just apologize with death! ]

    The roar from the leader echoed in the minds of every member of the organization.

    A week ago, the leader announced the task of "Looking for Osamu Dazai". In order to complete the task, their search forces searched almost every corner of Yokohama where people could hide, but they couldn't find anyone.