HBWnovel Chapter 83 The Savior
Chapter 83 The Savior
On that day, all the ghosts and gods present deeply remembered a ghost and god who wanted to wear a sand-colored trench coat. head.
Ghosts and gods: "..."
So is this a curse or a blessing?
Boss Hong is probably used to using the scabbard, and his hands are steady and precise, and he can feel the pain but not cause any harm.Osamu Dazai had already foreseen the fate of being beaten the moment the boss raised his hand, and then only heard the bell above his head rang, he blinked, and a lot of merits and virtues fell on his head and shoulders with that anger, at that moment , There are some trivial pictures with the same color tone as the scene seen on the wireless train that day, spreading sparsely.
What can merit do?
Reverse life and death?Reversing yin and yang?Go back in time?Find a treasure?Or... waking up memories?
Osamu Dazai seemed to see something again, vaguely, through the glass, as if it was a follow-up to those scenes last time.
The tail of the bell was still ringing, and those pictures only appeared for a moment, and then all of them faded away.Osamu Dazai blinked his eyes slowly. From the corner of his eye, he saw ghosts and gods watching around him, so his eyes rolled and he fell headlong.
"Wow—"
The ghosts and gods were in an uproar, Hong Yanmo was expressionless, and Da Zaijiu was touching him again.
He did less work than anyone else, received less beatings than anyone else, but he screamed the worst... It's really you, Da Zaijiu!
However, even if he knew that the other party was touching porcelain, Hong Yanmo would still subconsciously find excuses for the fellows.For example, today he didn't use a scabbard, but hit Da Zaijiu on the head with a bell. He was still a little angry at the time, and I don't know if the strength of his attack has increased...
Because of the blessing, the height of the high platform dropped, so Hong Yanmo leaned over to see how Dazaijiu was doing.
"you……"
The hand holding the bell was suddenly held, Hong Yanmo opened his red pupils wide, and he was taken off the high platform directly. Amidst the rapid ringing of the bell, the young man with iris-colored eyes led him through the ghosts and gods.They ran for a dozen steps, and Kumiyama only felt something soft touching his cheek. When he looked closely, he found that it was the bandage that was originally wrapped around Osamu Dazai's body.
The bandage spread backwards, wrapping around Hong Yanmo's side, like the wings of a golden bird in the light of sunrise.
Maybe they were frightened, or maybe they didn't dare to provoke Hong Yanmo, the ghosts and gods retreated to the side one after another. The scene was as spectacular as Moses dividing the Red Sea. As the bell rang, the ground they passed was sprinkled with golden merit and blessings.
"This, this?!"
"Don't grab! I'm the closest!"
The ghosts and gods began to loot the scattered merits, the scene was chaotic for a while, and the attendant of the shrine next to him yelled several times to no avail.Just in front of this chaos, probably feeling that the movement was loud enough, Osamu Dazai turned around, pulled up the sleeve of Kuren Yama, and wrapped the bell of blessing, the merits would no longer drop, the bell would not ring, and they Temporarily stay in a relatively hidden corner.
"Boss..." Osamu Dazai said in a low voice, he leaned slightly, and leaned very close to Hong Yanmo, with kite-colored eyes under the eyelashes, faintly flickering with some tiny shadows.
Hong Yanmo only listened to him say carefully and gently——
"Let's take the bell home."
"Bring it back, you will get merit every day, and you don't have to work."
Red Yama: "..."
He angrily knocked Osamu Dazai on the head with the bell wrapped in his sleeve.
"You want Yan Moting to start a war with Izumo? No! Absolutely not!"
"Besides, the Blessing Bell can only be shaken during the Kagura dance because of the merits accumulated in advance. Do you think it is a steady stream of chirps?!"
He was still wondering why Osamu Dazai suddenly pulled him out, thinking that there was something important, but he just wanted to abduct the Blessing Bell!As expected of you, Da Zaijiu!
After listening to Ben Enma's words, Dazai Osamu became expressionless.
"whispering sound."
"You're tall, Chirp! What right do you have to be Chirp? Hurry up and apologize to Hong!"
Hong Yanmo was about to be furious, he was irritable for a while, and suddenly saw Osamu Dazai stretching out his hand to him.
"Boss, lend me the bell."
"Dream Chirp! Hurry up and apologize to Hong! Otherwise, Izumo may hate you, and you will be reborn as Pig Chirp in your next life!"
"Anyway, I've offended you, so let's just use what's worth it." Osamu Dazai stretched out his hand again, smiling slightly, "Boss?"
Hong Yanmo's red pupils flickered slightly. To be honest, he was not as comfortable facing the human-shaped Dazai Osamu as he was when he was facing the chirp-shaped Dazai Osamu. .So he usually prefers to pamper Da Zaijiu, which is not in line with Hong Yanmo's fair image all the time. He is also trying to change it himself, but the effect is not very good.
Just like now, under the insistence of the other party, he can only sigh and release the bell wrapped in his sleeve.
"Don't mess around with chirp."
"of course."
then--
"Ring Ling Ling..."
The bell rang above Hong Yanmo's head, and merit and blessings like gold powder fell down, landing on Sanshiyu's sleeves and gorgeous red hair.Hong Yanmo raised his head blankly, and these insubstantial gold powder also fell on his eyelashes, and he blinked, feeling very warm.
"why……"
"what?"
Osamu Dazai was still ringing the bell. He was already wearing a windbreaker, and he added a very ghostly coat, which seemed a bit nondescript.Hong Yanmo's mind wandered, and he planned to get Dazaijiu in the form of Da Zaijiu a good outfit soon, so as not to lose his face outside.
"Why did you give Hongjiu?"
Yan Que asked.
The pictures he saw just now flashed before his eyes again, and Osamu Dazai couldn't tell whether those pictures were real or not. He was just thinking that there should be some kind of connection between himself and Boss Hong.Otherwise he wouldn't have seen his writer self and the little cardinal active among his manuscripts over and over again.
For some reason, just recalling the related scenes made him feel sad.
"There is no reason." He smiled, "The boss is always trying to give me merit. Although I am not very up-to-date, I still want to repay it."
"...Repay Hongjiu with someone else's bell?"
"Oh boss, how did you discover the blind spot!"
"..."
"Boss, talk, I'm a little scared if you don't talk."
"..."
"boss?"
Hong Yanmo took a deep breath to prevent himself from being pissed off.The gold powder also stopped falling at this time, Dazai Osamu shook the bell, and saw Ben Yanmo stretching out his hand to him.
"Used up Chiu? Give it to Hong."
"...Do you want the boss to knock me on the head?"
Hong Yanmo immediately touched the scabbard, wanting Da Zaijiu to know that he can do it even without the bell... Hey, he didn't bring the scabbard.
Osamu Dazai: "Chirp ha ha ha ha ha!"
Red Yama: "..."
His previous emotion had vanished.
In the end, Boss Hong took the bell back in his hand and was going to go back and explain to the shrine.He caught a glimpse of Osamu Dazai's coat again, endured it for a while, and finally spoke.
"Before you go back to apologize, go change your clothes with Hong Jiu!"
"Eh? The boss bought it for me?" Osamu Dazai looked enthusiastic, "It's not good to have that much, it's too bad."
"You can't buy clothes here with alluvial gold. If you don't buy red clothes for you, who can buy them for you?"
"...There is another way."
Osamu Dazai stared at the merit box next to him, he stretched out his hand to Boss Red's head——
"Boss, borrow a hair."
He plucked out one of Hong Yanmo's hairs, and about 30 seconds later, he opened the merit box with that hair.
"Oh!" He exclaimed for a moment, "The lock of ghosts and gods is not so difficult to open."
Red Yama: "..."
"Even the merit box..."
Hong Yanmo looked sad.
"You will definitely be turned into a pig in your next life, Dazaijiu."
***
In the end, he did not sell the stack of manuscripts and left the publishing house alone.The sky was mixed with rain and snow, everything was damp and cold, he was waiting for the bus at the station, exhaling white breath from time to time.
He perfunctorily pretended to love himself, the thin scarf and overcoat couldn't keep out the cold wind at all, and now he finally suffered, his fingers were numb from the cold.
The cardinal in the document bag seemed to move uncomfortably, and then, a warmth spread from the document bag, warming his cold fingers.The body is gradually warming up, and this heat flows through the whole body, making the thin scarf and the inside of the coat also warm.
"Oh." He was very surprised, "You still have this ability?"
What responded to him was the humming of the cardinal. Obviously, the hatred of painting a hot pot to frame the bird is not over yet.
Dazai smiled silently.
【Why chirp...】
"what?"
[Why don't you sell Hongjiu? 】
asked the cardinal.
Dazai didn't know either.
Just a change of thought, he decided the fate of this bird.The price given by the publishing house is not harsh. In the past, he might have accepted it with pleasure, but he never thought that a little cardinal would be born in his words, so that he could sell the other party's words so easily... always I feel like I'm doing something bad.
Obviously there are many reasons to tell, but he was probably a little timid, and it was difficult to express his feelings directly, so he just smiled.
"The price is not right."
【Humph! ! ! 】
Osamu Dazai guessed that Sparrow would never talk to him again.That's fine, he is a vulgar mortal who couldn't be more despicable, he shouldn't have a conversation with the little elf flying out of the text, this plot is too dreamy and not suitable for him.After he decided to go back, he would find a quiet corner in the study, throw some paintings into it, and let the bird play by itself.
Anyway, he's on a day, the tits are on a day, and other than that...
He was really afraid to come into contact with such pure elves.
Just as he was thinking this way, there was a sudden wind beside him.He tensed his nerves, and immediately grabbed the corner of the paper bag, but it was too late, maybe he thought that the thick paper bag contained money, and the robber who wanted to snatch it mercilessly pulled the paper bag away from him!
"!!!"
He heard a panicked cry from the linnet born between his words.
【Chirp! ! ! 】
The sparrow was asking for help from his creator.
There was no time for the brain to think about anything, only the violently shaking scene in front of his eyes, his lungs were almost exhausted trying to breathe, and his throat was so painful that it was almost burning.He heard the whistle of the policeman and the commotion of many people, and when the shaking scene stabilized again, he almost fell to his knees at the end of this fierce chase.
But he didn't, and he reached out to the robber who might have been impromptu.
"That's just some manuscripts, you can open them."
"Now, give me the bag back, and I'll put in a good word for you in front of the patrol, like, it was just a misunderstanding."
He was extremely calm, except for a slight tremor in the outstretched hand.
The patrolmen came, and more and more spectators surrounded them. The robbers were forced to a small grocery store. There was a stove in front of the store, and the soup that was cooking had been completely overturned.The robber's expression was flickering, and the veins on his neck were bulging.He fumbled with his hands, the paper was huge, he had missed it, and what he snatched was not valuable at all.
A hysterical light appeared in his eyes.
The patrolmen rushed up, and some outraged people also rushed up, and Osamu Dazai followed, but his goal was not to catch the robber, but the paper bag that was being thrown into the fire.The cardinal was scurrying among the manuscripts, he couldn't escape, he couldn't get out, and if he was burned, he would be reduced to ashes with the manuscripts.
Que felt a hand grabbing the manuscript he was living in. The knuckles of this hand turned white with such force, and with great force, he pushed the paper bag away from the fire, while his own arm was licked by the flames.
【! ! ! 】
"hiss……"
Osamu Dazai held the manuscript to his chest, breathing for the rest of his life with the elf born between his words.
The arm was sore, missing a layer of flesh, oozing and bleeding.
Osamu Dazai thought.
It hurts so much, **** can be crossed out from the way of his death.
"Sir! Sir!" cried the patrolman, amidst the confusion, the robber was subdued, and the doctor was running towards the victim.
"We'll send you to the hospital right away! Excuse me, I need to confirm what is in your paper bag, we need to convict this man!"
……conviction?
The patrolman saw that pale and thin young man raised his head, under the disheveled and slightly curly forehead, the iris eyes shone with some kind of vengeful brilliance.
"Sir, it's money."
He said softly, because of the previous strenuous exercise and the current injury on his arm, the voice was soft,
"A lot of...money."
"So... please be sure..."
"Sentence that guy hard."
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The author has something to say:
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The second half is part of the screen that Dazai saw after receiving merit.
Bunhao × Cardinal is really delicious, trust me! (excited to tears)
I probably know the reason for being slaughtered and green, that is, there is little interaction and feedback, but this has something to do with the arrangement of the whole article.
Before the beginning of the new year, it was Hong Laozai, who took him to see a different world, gave him selfless love and indulgence, and had a group of plastic sisters with IQ or military strength, which was really happy for Zai.
The second half is Zailaohong.
Of course there are other jiu jiu~ Jiu jiu is disqualified, it should be placed in a group of jiu jiu~