Chapter 102

Kamado Miru's body has been in pain, which is something Dazai Osamu had guessed a long time ago.

Ask him if it hurts...

The other party’s answer every time is intriguing.

So the white-haired boy's current reaction was within his expectations.

Having never experienced the feeling of "no pain", it has overturned all my feelings so far, and uneasiness is inevitable.

After all, he is also human.

Guiding the boy to hold his wrist dependently, Dazai Osamu coaxed Kamado Miru into his room.

"Okay, let's meet—"

"If you're so uneasy, get some good sleep."

Dazai Osamu pushed the boy with skin as white as white porcelain onto the bed and covered him with a quilt with a smile.

“…”

As Dazai Osamu said, the live broadcast room has been closed.

You should rest when you feel unwell. Shen Du Jianliu will never force himself to spread hope when it is difficult for him to move, as that will only fail.

The white-haired boy, with sweat on his forehead, clutched the edge of the quilt and glanced at the handsome young man sitting next to him.

The other party didn't seem to leave, maybe she was planning to wait until he calmed down before going back next door.

"Thank you, Mr. Dazai."

"Broken dishes. I'll pick them up after I...get some rest."

"Don't worry about that kind of thing."

Dazai Osamu stretched out his slender bandaged hand and covered Kamado Miru's open eyes.

"Get some sleep, Jian Liu."

"Don't worry, as your best friend, I will always be by your side."

"Um."

Shen Du Jianliu did not deny it.

Although his current condition is unbearable, his life is not threatened and it does not even affect the spread of hope.

It was like a fish being pulled onto the shore, and for the first time I knew that besides swimming, I could also walk on the road...

He was just very unaccustomed to it.

The body that had been transformed to the limit began to adapt automatically after a few minutes. The strange emotions that arose at the beginning gradually dissipated, and Shen Du Jianliu closed his eyes.

If Mr. Dazai wishes he could be patient, he will try to adapt.

***

The white-haired boy fell asleep to Dazai Osamu's soothing voice and opened his eyes early the next morning.

Fortunately, the effects of the painkillers have been metabolized.

The body regained the pain it was used to.

The house was empty, and with his hearing he could easily detect that Dazai Osamu was not in the dormitory.

Shen Du Jianliu was silent for a second. He moved his body and felt it was very heavy. The pain had already spread through his nerves without him noticing.

After all, painkillers only relieve pain, they cannot eliminate symptoms.

The white-haired boy adjusted his breathing and looked up at the small clock not far away. It was 9:18.

Now should be Dazai Osamu's working hours.

After wiping the blood from his ear, Shen Du Jianliu lifted the quilt and left the quiet bedroom. He first went to the kitchen to check the sink that he had not had time to clean yesterday.

The broken plates inside have been cleaned up, and except for the broken one, the other plates have been neatly placed in the storage cabinet.

…

Has Dazai-san cleaned up yet?

When Kamado Kenru looked away, he saw a piece of tofu sprinkled with soy sauce and bonito flakes, as well as a piece of paper with a smiling face sticking out its tongue, left on the table.

[I'm going to work, Jianliu, please wait for me at home, (^▽^ )]

[Help, what's wrong with this piece of tofu? Is it for Miruru's breakfast? hhhhhh]

[I was shocked. Dazai could actually make breakfast]

[Because tofu can be eaten by just sprinkling it with soy sauce, is it the best to make? 】

[It also sprinkled with bonito flakes, and it looked like the mirror flower sauce was placed in the cabinet]

[I am the only one who doubts whether the tofu made by Zai is really edible. He has made super hard tofu that is hard enough to hammer nails! It is specially used for suicide. It won’t kill you if you eat it.]

fine.

It's normal tofu.

The live broadcast room was opened by the system when he got up. Many people were asking about what happened yesterday, but most of them were attracted by the current situation.

After Kamado Miru washed up and ate the breakfast left by Dazai Osamu, he left the other's house.

9:40, just in time to go to Tokyo.

If we hurry a little, we can still get back by noon.

Taking the JK line train from Yokohama to Tokyo is undoubtedly the fastest journey, and it only takes about 25 minutes to arrive. Kamado Miru came to the station while looking for desperate people who needed help.

The population of Tokyo is 10 million more than that of Yokohama. After getting off the station and transferring to the subway, the huge flow of people makes the place dizzying.

Stepping into the subway car, Shen Du Jianliu noticed that a pregnant woman with pale lips and looking uncomfortable was feeling very uncomfortable, so he offered her a seat and sent her to the consultation and help center at the next stop.

After confirming that the other party had been taken care of by the staff, he said goodbye to the pregnant woman and planned to return to the carriage.

However--

The moment he turned around, a strange voice called Shen Du from behind.

"Zen Temple?"

“…”

It has been a long time since anyone called him by this name, or rather, very few people called him by this nominal surname. Shen Du Jianliu turned his head back with no expression.

It was a blue-haired man with stitches on his face.

The other person looked to be around 20 years old, with a delicate face, medium-length hair divided into three ponytails, and heterochromatic pupils with a hint of confusion and familiarity.

Who is this?

Shen Du Jianliu has a photographic memory, and he is sure that he has never seen this person.

No... to be precise, it's a cursed spirit.

None of the passers-by who were hurrying around noticed the blue-haired young man. Some almost wanted to pass through his body, but were dodged by him by moving sideways.

It is an obviously special grade cursed spirit, with a special grade ominous aura.

Unlike the slightly weird atmosphere, the barrage of comments exploded.

[Ahhhhhh this is a real person! ! 】

[Fuck, you dog must die!] 】

[Although I am a fan of villains, I still want to say that the real person must die]

[Jian Liu was actually stopped by the real person? What is going on? By the way, can Liuzai kill him?]

[Anyone who has watched the second season of Shibuya Incident knows that my Nanami, Nobara, Junpei, and Robotamaru were all killed by that bitch Masato! 】

“…”

Shen Du Jian Liu frowned suddenly.

Of course he remembered Nanami, his sophomore classmate in technical high school.

So that's how it is. It seems that this cursed spirit cannot be kept.

The moment he finished his thought, the blue-haired young man standing opposite him seemed to notice something and his eyes widened slightly.

“It’s not a soul…” The other party murmured something softly, turned around and started running.

Shen Du saw Liu leaning down expressionlessly, and immediately caught up with him by exerting force with his ankles.

He asked the system in psychology:

"Some weapon that can kill him."

The curse spirit is in human form and looks intelligent. Ordinary level 4 curse tools may not be able to use it.

[System: Hiss...]

[System: That guy’s technique is to transform the soul, so normal attacks cannot hurt him. ]

[System: We must attack his soul, host. The Soul-Releasing Sword you had before is actually the most suitable curse tool. ]

During the system introduction, Shen Du Jianliu jumped into the air, quickly closed the distance, and kicked the blue-haired young man who had his back to him hard.

He stepped on the opponent's back and slid out for more than ten meters. The blue-haired young man's skin rubbed against the ground and almost produced crackling sparks.

However, the other party seemed to be prepared and turned around suddenly and grabbed Shen Du Jianliu's ankle.

A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, but it was strangely suspended in the air.

"What?"

"Surprisingly, it doesn't work..."

[System: Anchor! He wants to change your soul. ]

[System: But don’t worry, you are a regular contract worker of our company after all, and your soul is protected by us. ]

[System: What is most consumed when traveling into the small space-time is the soul and mental energy. Otherwise, it is easy to be blocked by the laws of the world. People in the low-dimensional world cannot touch your soul. ]

"oh."

"Thanks."

Although I had already read it in the interstellar contract I signed at the beginning, I knew it a long time ago.

Shen Du Jian Liu lowered his eyes and punched the blue-haired young man whose smile was frozen on his face.

"Bang!!!!"

The other party turned his face into the shape of steel in time, and the subway station near the exit suddenly emitted a sharp roar like a gong that was imperceptible to ordinary people.

despite this.

The head that had turned into a steel shield was torn off from the neck by the powerful impact.

It flew out like a ball...or like a flying saucer, and rushed out of the subway entrance due to inertia.

The flesh threads pulled apart by the head at the neck were clearly visible in the air. The body under the white-haired boy's feet shrank to the size of a thumb in an instant, grew wings and chased after him.

Shen Du Jianliu caught up with the other party without hesitation.

The attack just now was a very ordinary one.

Obviously, he just relied on brute force to tear off the cursed spirit's head in appearance, but did not cause any substantial damage.

The other party even separated the head and skull into a separate body, and gave himself wings to escape into the air.

The speed has to be even faster than before.

But this did not stop Shen Dujianliu from beating him.

The white-haired boy chased out of the subway exit with a calm expression, and easily jumped into the air by stepping on the surrounding buildings, and directly pulled down the two clones of the blue-haired young men at his fastest speed.

Several punches hit the opponent's face, almost blowing his brains out. Shen Du Jianliu continued to ask the system in his mind.

"So, do you have the Soul Release Sword?"

[System: Uh. ]

[System: Our mall is currently improving and absorbing and copying a lot of props and abilities from low-dimensional worlds, so of course we have them. ]

[System: But I don’t recommend you to buy it, host, because it is very, very expensive. ]

[System: Besides... you can’t kill this cursed spirit now. ]

[System: He is involved in an important plot later. It would be fine if this plot point had not started. Unfortunately, the plot he is involved in has already progressed halfway, so it must be completed. ]

Shen Du Jian Liu: "..."

The white-haired boy's movements slackened a little.

Of course, he relaxed not because of what the system said, but because the blue-haired young man with a handsome face was now covered in cold sweat and tears, crying as if he wanted to beg for mercy from him.

However, because his mouth was broken, he didn't dare to transform again, and despair appeared in his eyes.

At the moment when Shen Du Jian Liu paused, the other party suddenly rushed out as if he had found a life-saving straw, and drilled into the nearby sewer like a snake.

never mind.

Shen Du Jianliu raised his hand, pressed it against his bloodshot lips and swallowed the blood foam that was rising in his throat.

He looked at the direction the other person left with no expression and had no intention of catching up with him for the time being.

After all, without a suitable weapon in hand, no matter how hard you attack, you can't cause any substantial damage. That would be pure abuse and would easily breed despair.

It is more important to meet the Panxing Sect next.

Maybe I can also find out the whereabouts of my cursed tool. That Soul-Releasing Sword is indeed more useful than I imagined.

Shen Du Jianliu has already come out of the subway station. According to the route he just took, he will reach the station near Panxing Sect in one more stop, so there will be no delay.

Walk for about 20 minutes and you will reach the place you remember.

Crossing the traffic light ahead, the white-haired boy endured the increasing pain in his nerves and wiped the blood from his nose as usual.

No matter what, this kind of pain is better for me than no pain.

Kamado Miru didn't want to recall his feelings yesterday, but thinking of Dazai Osamu's request, he remained silent.

There were crowds of people bustling around, and the number of pedestrians at the intersection was not much less than that at the subway station.

The pale and fragile white-haired boy tried his best to focus his thoughts on the things around him. He observed the expressions of all things and was about to walk towards the stray cat huddled in the corner by the roadside.

A strange yet familiar, calloused hand suddenly grasped the boy's wrist.

The other party's action was very sudden, almost without any warning.

“…”

Shen Du Jian Liu turned his head back in confusion.

There were too many people calling me today.

However, the man standing behind him was wearing a dark kimono with a green cassock, with half of his long black hair draped over his shoulders. He clenched his palms a little hard, and his purple eyes almost shrunk together, making the other person's vision become a little sharp.

"you……"

His voice seemed to be squeezed out of his throat, losing the soft taste in his memory.

"Who is it?"