COS Dazai Osamu’s I Got Into the Conan Crew

The blond boy lay on the ground, looking at the wounds on his limbs that were dripping blood, his eyes burning.

But subconsciously pressed the button to call medical personnel.

He still wanted to continue living.

And live longer and better than others.

A team of medical staff in white came in.

Even when he saw the seriously injured young man lying on the ground, he seemed very calm now that he had several gunshot wounds on his body.

He calmly and orderly packed the room, carried the boy back to the hospital bed, and cleaned up the blood on the ground.

"Have you offended those big men?" The woman who handled his wounds said in a flat tone.

While skillfully taking out bullets for him, he sprayed calming spray and then healing spray.

"As a non-code-named member, after offending those code-named members, it's good that you can still be alive." The mature-looking woman watched the other's wounds gradually heal and stood up.

"Don't take the initiative to provoke those adults." Before leaving, she stood at the door and warned.

Of course, what she didn't say is that if those adults take the initiative, they can only resign themselves to fate.

Miguel felt the healing wound on his body and suddenly laughed.

I no longer regret joining such an organization.

Mysterious and powerful.

As expected of the organization that Cahors-sama belonged to.

It's exactly the same as the other party!

"That one in Havana..." His blue eyes were full of gloom, but he hid the curse words between his teeth.

Lord Cahor looks so elegant, he must not like to swear.

You can't be ashamed of yourself.

He looked at the healed wound, got out of the hospital bed, looked at his bruised nose through the glass window, and walked out of the ward.

Weak footsteps.

But this way...

It fits his image all along, doesn't it?

It's time for him to go home, back to that—

A dead place.

He changed into the clothes he wore when he first came to this base.

When I unbuttoned it, I saw large and small scars on my body.

From the collarbone to the abdomen, one dot after another.

And a large scar on the back to the arm.

He even remembered how those people left these marks on him with cigarette butts.

How did he get him to use his body to put out the burning fire?

There was erratic laughter in his ears.

He lifted the blond hair on his forehead and lowered his eyes when he saw a row of cigarette burn marks on his forehead.

In a trance, he saw his past self again.

In the muddy alley, curled up with their heads in their arms, enduring their unbridled punches and kicks, and various attempts...

"Have you tried using your human body to extinguish cigarettes?"

"Have you ever smelled what human meat tastes like when it's roasted?"

"Look at his face, it's a pity not to be a girl, let's help him become a girl..."

He seems to have tried to find a teacher, and then what?

"It's just a joke between classmates, they just like to play with you..." The man said so, the expression on his face was that he was too lazy to meddle.

He also tried to tell his parents.

Then?

"Just bear with it, when you graduate, it will be fine if you are not in the same school with them..." The couple said so, their inner thoughts were that it is better to do less than to do more.

They have always been patient.

But…

Can I really live to graduate?

He also tried to seek help from the police.

"Your classmates are all underage, we can't control this kind of thing..."

"As long as you don't approach them, stay away from them, and don't play with them," said the man in police uniform.

But…

If he didn't take the initiative to approach them, and tried to get away from them, would they be willing to let him go?

Once again dragged into the alley, he skillfully hugged his head and endured their beatings with his back.

It didn't rain that day. He curled up in the dark alley and saw the bright sunshine outside the alley.

I also saw the person who heard the voice coming, and hurriedly backed away after meeting his gaze.

There was such a beam of light shining on the entrance of the alley, but it never came in.

Naturally, it didn't shine on him either.

He struggled to reach out and crawl into the sun, but was trampled on.

Then he smashed it with his feet.

"You can't run away." They laughed proudly.

The whole world began to rain, gray and without light.

All the scenes in my memory, including the characters, are all dull.

The feeling of being in the rain... It's really cold.

Until he met the boy with kite-colored eyes...

Seeing the fearful expressions on the face of the boy who were bullied by him who had no power to fight back.

The world suddenly lit up with a light.

Or…

A crack opened.

He raised his hands and looked at his hands.

He remembered the feeling of holding the knife in his own hands and stabbing the human body, and also heard the sound of the knife penetrating the human body again and again.

At that moment, that dark world was completely shattered.

He touched the real world and felt the warmth brought by the sunshine on him.

But…

He dragged the bodies of those people and returned to the dark corner.

Still, this kind of environment is more suitable for him.

he thought as he dealt with the corpse.

He threw the dismantled corpse into the trash can beside him, and watched the professional person drag the trash can away.

everything is over.

But it also started over.

What is there... there is no going back.

…

He left the base.

Wearing a clean white shirt, with a blue nose and a swollen face, he went to an accessories store, and finally chose a necklace.

A black collar with a silver adjustable buckle is hung with a golden cross.

Then he went to a shop that specializes in engraving for people.

"Can you write by yourself?" he asked in a hoarse voice.

"Of course, this must be a very precious gift." The boss smiled and nodded.

"Ah." He clenched the cross on his collar.

He carefully inscribed Cahors' English on the front of the cross.

Miguel's English is engraved on the back.

The positive is the ideal he wants to follow in his life.

The back represents the birth of Miglu.

And Cahors-sama said it himself, he doesn't like giving people collars.

The collar of Havana must not have been given by Lord Cahors~www.readwn.com~ Since Havana can wear a collar for itself, and said it was given by Lord Cahors, why can't he?

Obviously, the name Miglu, like Havana, was given by Lord Cahor.

He put on the collar in front of the mirror.

This is a gift he gave to himself to celebrate the birth of Miglu.

Too-

The **** he put on himself.

Miguel lives only for ideals.

Back to that lifeless home.

He was as quiet as always, as if he had to be careful with his breathing, for fear of offending others.

When the couple saw his blue nose and swollen face, they just lowered their heads as if they didn't see him.

"What's on your neck..." His mother asked hesitantly.

"They said that all dogs should wear collars." The bruised-nosed youth just said so plainly.

The couple became more silent, and the mother who asked the question stopped talking.

"Just bear with it, and bear with it again." For a long time, they said so.

Miglu knew that his parents regarded them as the group of people who had been bullying him all the time.

They still don't know, those people...

already died at his hands.

Even the corpse...

At this moment, I don't know where the organization has left it.

The boy lowered his head and returned to the room in silence.

His parents always did.

Thinking about it, they won't have any other answer except to let him tolerate it.