[Wen Hao] I worked hard to restore the health of the protagonist group

Dostoevsky watched this scene coldly, his red-purple eyes flashing, and when his gaze fell on Jie Shuyi, he curled the corners of his lips, with an imperceptible interest hidden under his smile.

He raised his arm and pointed the gun at Dazai. However, Dostoevsky did not shoot immediately. Instead, he waited for Jie Shuyi to break free from his restraints before pulling the trigger.

As expected, the short period of time did not give the young man any chance to push Dazai away. If Jie Shuyi wanted to prevent Dazai from getting hurt, his only choice was to stand in front of Dazai.

With a gunshot, the bullet penetrated Jie Shuyi's body accurately, and blood instantly dyed his sweatshirt red. This time, the clothes were completely soaked.

Dostoyevsky lowered his eyes to look at the young man's embarrassed appearance, and reached out to push the wet hair on his forehead behind his ears, "You see, if you are stained with blood, you will become very dirty."

Jie Shuyi covered his chest with his hands, and as his special ability was activated, the bleeding quickly stopped.

After Dostoevsky fired the first shot, he lowered his hand. It seemed that his purpose of shooting had changed from hurting Dazai at the beginning to simply teasing Jie Shuyi.

Xie Shuyi gritted his teeth and protected Mr. Dazai behind him. "You only know how to shoot Yin Gun, right?"

Dostoyevsky curled his lips, as if he had heard a joke, "You want to fight me... head-on?"

Xie Shuyi snorted coldly, "Hmph, are you so confident in your own abilities? Kill me if you can."

Dostoyevsky nodded and said, "We can give it a try."

Neither of them took action. Jie Shuyi was in the testing stage, and Dostoevsky's words were more like a serious argument between children. Who would have thought that this would turn into a bloody fight.

Xie Shuyi stared at Dostoevsky fiercely in an attacking posture until a pair of hands grabbed the back of his collar and lifted the boy up.

Xie Shuyi shook his legs that were hanging in the air and turned his head to meet Mr. Dazai's eyes.

"Mr. Dazai, I should be able to beat him, right?"

Dazai threw the child behind him, "It's a bit difficult."

Xie Shuyi stood obediently beside Mr. Dazai, and looked back, but the masked man was nowhere to be seen.

After Mr. Dazai used "No Longer Human", can the psychic still escape?

Xie Shuyi pursed his lips, how amazing.

Dazai looked at Dostoyevsky, "You just said that we are the same kind."

The latter did not answer, but looked into each other's eyes calmly, waiting for Dazai's next words.

"We are indeed the same kind, but there is one thing that is different." Dazai's lips curled up into a smile, "The way we think is different."

Dostoevsky raised his chin, his expression still absent-minded. Two drops of red liquid dripped from his hair, which was soaked by blood. Blood slid down his forehead, revealing a different kind of color in his embarrassment.

"Indeed, people are not only sinful, but also extremely stupid. So this is the best."

Dostoyevsky tilted his head, "You...already knew I had arranged a sniper."

Upon hearing this, Xie Shuyi widened his eyes slightly and looked at the back of the person in front of him in disbelief.

So Mr. Dazai knew that he would get hurt... and he came all the way here?

Tsk.

He couldn't help but stuff his fingers into his mouth and bite his nails, his misty eyes hidden under the loose hair.

Mr. Dazai... simply doesn't take his own body seriously.

Dostoyevsky spoke calmly, as if nothing could stir up his emotions. "Even so, did you come here specifically to get information?"

"The true face of a book is a novel. It is a blank literary book that can turn what is written on it into facts."

Dostoyevsky nodded, "Yes, I want to use that book. To create a sinful... world without supernatural beings."

Xie Shuyi burst out laughing, "What a great ideal. Then you can try it, provided you can do it."

Dostoyevsky stared at Jie Shuyi for a while, then looked away calmly, "What an interesting kid."

Obviously, the purpose today was to make Dazai lose his ability to move, and use Dazai's injury to inform the detective agency and start a fight with the port mafia.

But it seems that it doesn’t need to be that troublesome.

Dostoyevsky turned and left, "See you later, at the promised place."

Xie Shuyi was dissatisfied with his casual attitude. He pinched the blade in his sleeve with two fingers and threw it at the back of Dostoevsky's head at an extremely fast speed. Dostoevsky just tilted his head and easily dodged it.

Just as Xie Shuyi was about to throw a few more hidden weapons, his right hand was suddenly grabbed by Dazai.

Xie Shuyi tilted his head curiously, but found that Mr. Dazai's eyes were always on his hands, so he followed Mr. Dazai's line of sight.

I don't know when the thumb had been bitten to a bloody mess, and if you look closely you can see that half of the nail and flesh are missing.

Xie Shuyi quickly used his special ability to heal his thumb, which had been in a horrible state, and recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Sure enough, after his fingers recovered, Mr. Dazai no longer held so tightly.

Xie Shuyi pulled his right hand out with a guilty conscience, and put his hands behind his back calmly.

Dazai lowered his eyes and looked at the child, who seemed to be accepting the punishment for his wrongdoing, but in the end he didn't have the heart to say a single harsh word.

When looking at Jie Shuyi, those iris-colored eyes were always so gentle that they looked like tears could overflow from their eyes.

He touched the child's head soothingly and said, "Next time you see him, stay away from him."

Dazai saw the emotion that flashed across Dostoyevsky's eyes, which was the desire of a rat in the sewer to tear apart a toy that interested it.

Full of awful, sinful, slightly morbid hatred.

"Then when will Mr. Dazai be able to put his own physical safety first in the plan?" Xie Shuyi raised his hand and looked at Mr. Dazai with burning eyes.

He pressed his face against Mr. Dazai's hand, as obedient as a puppy.

He obviously couldn't avoid hurting himself, but he was stubborn and didn't want Mr. Dazai to get hurt.

Jie Shuyi grabbed Mr. Dazai's wrist and forcefully placed his hand on his waist, allowing the latter to clearly feel the blood on his clothes.

"Mr. Dazai, I'm injured because of you. If you don't want me to get hurt, take care of yourself in the future."

Unable to think of a way to dissuade Mr. Dazai from protecting himself, Xie Shuyi chose to reprimand him in other ways.

Dazai naturally understood the meaning of his words, and he exerted a little force on the hand on the boy's waist. As he tightened his grip, Xie Shuyi's body became more and more tense.

"Xiao Yi-chan, you always say things that make me ponder."