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

Thousands of meters away, a shadow fell heavily to the ground. Some people thought it was the savior making a wish excitedly, but in fact, lying in this deep pit was a human being with flesh and blood.

Xie Shuyi lay on the ground in a rather embarrassed manner.

His limbs were twisted beyond recognition, and even his face was deformed from falling heavily to the ground.

"cure."

I have to say the good thing about the healing power is that you won’t die no matter what you do.

After his twisted wrists and ankles and broken bones were all healed, he stood up nonchalantly and wiped the dirt and dust off his body casually.

After taking a look at his backpack and making sure that his admission letter and cell phone were not damaged, he shrugged and began to climb out of the pit.

He finally climbed out of the pit and collapsed on the ground, gasping for breath.

A long time ago, he wanted to try whether he would die if he jumped out of a plane.

The feeling of weightlessness after jumping down, the feeling of powerlessness, the blankness of the brain, the pain of falling to the ground, and the twisted limbs...

It's much more fun than bungee jumping.

You can give it a try next time.

"What should I eat? I'm a little hungry. Maybe curry? I can't get used to anything else."

He stumbled toward the city, and as he walked along the sidewalk, he accidentally glanced at the evening breaking news playing on the big screen in the mall.

"Flight D246, carrying 1239 people, suddenly crashed over Sea A tonight. The police are still investigating the cause."

After Xie Shuyi used his cell phone to report to the uncle that he was safe, he went to find the curry shop as if nothing had happened.

In the building of the Port Mafia, the lights in the lobby on the top floor were not on, only a few rays of light from outside shone in. In the dim room, Mori Ogai sat leisurely on a big chair, holding a glass of red wine in his hand. The huge floor-to-ceiling windows allowed him to easily overlook everything outside.

Nakahara Chuuya stood aside, reporting today's work with a respectful expression.

Only after hearing the words "mission accomplished" did Mori Ogai smile with satisfaction. He put the wine glass on the table, stood up lazily, and walked in front of Nakahara Chuuya.

"Is there nothing you want to tell me?" He smiled, but his scarlet eyes were always observing Nakahara Chuuya's reaction.

"I met an acquaintance today."

"Oh?" Moriou showed a hint of interest.

"It's Jie Shuyi." Zhongyuan Zhongye lowered his head slightly, his expression was very respectful, without hiding anything.

"Are you sure? Isn't he dead?"

He pondered for a moment, "The report was originally written by Dazai, so it's normal that there are some problems. The man looks more mature than four years ago, and he's taller. Apart from his temperament, other parts have hardly changed."

"Temperament?" Mori Ougai raised his eyebrows. That little lunatic still has temperament?

"Well...he looks even crazier now."

Hearing this, a strange smile appeared on Mori Ougai's lips.

Finally back.

The next morning, a man stood downstairs of a remote hotel, looking a little irritable. He carried an account book in his hand and looked at the hotel entrance from time to time.

Today was supposed to be a rest day, but Dazai Osamu insisted that a distant relative had come to Yokohama and that he was busy and insisted that he come to pick him up.

Kunikida lowered his head and glanced at the account book. Damn, today's plan was disrupted again.

Just when I was thinking about where to vent my anger, I suddenly heard footsteps behind me. The person's footsteps were light, sometimes heavy and sometimes light, and he even stumbled and almost fell. Just by listening to the footsteps, I could tell that he didn't seem to be in good health.

After a hasty night in the hotel, Xie Shuyi was still wearing yesterday's messy clothes.

There were several tears on the dirty white shirt, and the boy's slightly long hair was spread out obediently. In fact, it was because he had just woken up, and his eyes were slightly red, looking like he had just been bullied.

In just a moment, Kunikida was filled with anger.

The annoyance of waiting and the unhappiness of having their day off ruined all disappeared at this moment, and Kunikida felt more angry.

In his heart, Xie Shuyi is a poor little boy who is neglected by his father and unloved by his mother. Not only can he only wear ragged clothes he picked up, but he can only live in a poor house...

He looked at the three-no hotel behind Jie Shuyi and became obviously even angrier.

How could Dazai Osamu treat a child like this!

Xie Shuyi rubbed his eyes. He was woken up by a phone call from his uncle, who said that Mr. Dazai's friend would come to pick him up and give him a welcome dinner.

Then he packed up and went downstairs quickly.

Looking at the middle-aged man in front of me, who has a righteous face, wears glasses, and seems to be in a bad mood.

Jie Shuyi pursed his lips. Did he wait for too long? But he had already hurried downstairs.

This guy looks a bit like the old-fashioned teacher who taught him math before. He seems very difficult to get along with.

He stood there blankly with his schoolbag in his hands. It wasn't because he was at a loss, but because he was lazy after getting up early and didn't want to take another step.

The next second, a hand snatched the bag from his hand.

Kunikida raised his eyes, his expression very serious.

"Let's go. I'll take you somewhere before we meet Dazai Osamu."

Then, Kunikida grabbed the hand of Jie Shuyi, who was still in a daze. The latter was in a daze almost the entire time. He was not used to contact with strangers, and tried to pull his hand away several times, but failed.

Ten minutes later he was brought to the mall by Kunikida.

The ragged young man stood in the center of the mall, looking out of place with all the exquisite and expensive things around him.

He looked at Kunikida in a daze, and the latter felt his heart melt at the sight of his watery eyes. He cursed Dazai Osamu countless times behind his back. How could he not take good care of such a lovely distant relative?

Yoshi! Today's task is! Buy new clothes!

In the Armed Supernatural Detective Agency, Dazai Osamu sat lazily in a chair, watching the news about the plane crash on his mobile phone. When it showed that the bodies of 19 people had not been found, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Across the table, Fukuzawa Yukichi crossed his arms and raised his eyebrows.

"The talent you mentioned is in there?"