After hearing Draco's thoughts, everyone couldn't sit still.

Chapter 191 Conversation and appointment?

Draco and Dazai walked side by side, like two dazzling stars crossing the bustling street.

Wherever they passed, passers-by would cast curious and astonished glances at them, and couldn't help but secretly turn their heads to peek at these two unique beings.

Dazai Osamu's handsome face exudes a strong classical atmosphere, as if he walked out of an ancient scroll. Every line perfectly outlines elegance and nobility. The aura around him perfectly matches the Yokohama people's ultimate pursuit of the beauty of mono no aware.

Although Draco next to him is still young, as a foreign boy he has deep and three-dimensional facial features, which are more majestic than those of Asians.

Especially those bright gem-like eyes, shining like the bright stars in the night sky. Coupled with his exquisite appearance, like an angel descending from the church, it is even more fascinating.

However, for Draco, a wizard, such praise was quite uncomfortable.

At this moment, Draco was walking in front happily, in an extremely happy mood. From time to time, he was attracted by the strange and unique shops on the street and stopped to look.

At the same time, although Dazai Osamu, who was following behind him, had a faint smile on his face, there was a dark color in the depths of his eyes, as if he was hiding endless worries.

"Draco." Dazai Osamu's voice was not loud, but it had an inexplicable penetrating power.

"I thought you would try a few more times." Draco slowly stopped moving forward, his eyes as calm as water, staring at Dazai Osamu as if he had already seen through everything.

In Draco's eyes, Dazai Osamu was undoubtedly a person who was extremely insecure and full of pessimism.

Dazai Osamu seems to be constantly testing people, using many different methods:

They may use financial inducement, emotional manipulation, or simply gamble their own and others' lives, and even use secular concepts and various constraints as bargaining chips.

Only when the other party was in a state of embarrassment and fled in panic from the world he was in, could Dazai Osamu breathe a sigh of relief and reveal an expression of expectation.

However, there are exceptions to everything in this world, and perhaps only Zhongyuan can become this unique outlier.

The bond between the two of them must be far deeper than they can witness.

In the anime, the three years that the two spent together were only briefly mentioned, but it was a long time that they spent together hand in hand.

And those seemingly insignificant bits and pieces must be the most precious things to Dazai Osamu, worthy of careful collection. At the same time, they are also hidden corners that absolutely cannot be easily peeped or touched by anyone.

"Then, can you tell me, what...are your motives?" Dazai Osamu said softly, his tone full of doubt.

The so-called "purpose"? No matter from which angle one examines Draco and the others' behavior, it's truly difficult to find any trace of such a thing.

Dazai Osamu has always been proud of his own intelligence. Perhaps he is slightly inferior to Mr. Ranpo in other areas, but when it comes to precise control of people's hearts, he firmly believes that he is no less capable than anyone else.

If that's the case, what exactly prompted Draco to save the world?

Why would he reveal information about the future to them? Why did he trust them so much?

Just because of an anime?

Is it really necessary for this corrupt and filthy world to continue to exist?

"Mr. Dazai." Draco's voice was soft and gentle, like a spring breeze.

"Why do you insist on assuming that I have a motive for what I do? Even a brutal murderer can sometimes commit a crime on impulse."

Draco's gray-blue eyes, like a deep lake, looked directly at Dazai Osamu without any ripples.

In that clear lake water, there was neither the negative emotions that Dazai Osamu wanted to capture, nor any positive emotional fluctuations.

It is so pure... so full of divinity...

Dazai Osamu couldn't help but retreat.

He suddenly felt as if all his thoughts and intentions had nowhere to hide, and were exposed nakedly in front of Draco.

This feeling was simply unbearable for Dazai Osamu and was a fatal blow.

"Alas, Draco doesn't look like a criminal who would commit a crime of passion." Although they had only spent a short time together, Dazai Osamu felt that he was quite good at judging people.

"Well, Mr. Dazai is right." Draco smiled. "If I have to give a reason, I'm looking for a world. But we agreed that we'll meet naturally. So I travel between worlds."

"And helping this world is for the sake of making our own world better." Draco turned his head and looked at the Yokohama Sea not far away, his eyes full of tenderness and affection.

"Do you want to know what world I'm looking for?" Draco looked at Dazai Osamu with a strange smile.

Dazai's intuition told him he wasn't lying. But he couldn't ask any more questions. His intuition told him that what followed wasn't something he could listen to...

However, Dazai Osamu did not take his eyes off Draco at all. He stared closely at the other's lip movements, trying to decipher the information contained therein.

"C"? He concentrated all his attention on distinguishing the pronunciation of this simple letter.

At the same time, a sharp and piercing buzzing sound suddenly broke into his ears, as if countless bees were circling and dancing around his ears; his eyes gradually became blurry, and everything in his vision seemed to be shrouded in a layer of gauze.

Draco barely made a lip shape before even finishing his first word.

Faced with this situation, he felt helpless and couldn't help feeling regretful.

Originally, he had hoped that Dazai Osamu's buggy ability of "No Longer Human" would be able to withstand the powerful impact caused by the arrival of a god.

Alas! It seems that this experiment has ended in failure after all~ He sighed softly, slowly drew out the wand in his hand, waved it lightly towards Dazai, and cast a healing magic.

Then, he put away his wand as if nothing had happened and smiled at the surveillance camera not far away.

"Phew—that was a close call! I almost thought I'd actually have the chance to meet the beautiful goddess Izanami."

Although his body was still a little shaky, Dazai Osamu managed to sit down steadily on the public bench by the roadside with amazing precision.

He acted as if he had not noticed Draco's actions just now and said nothing.

"Eh? But Mr. Chuuya has invited Mr. Dazai tonight, right? It would be a shame to go meet the goddess now, right?" Draco sat down gracefully next to Dazai, his every move revealing his excellent upbringing and cultivation.

When Draco heard what Dazai Osamu said, he couldn't help but feel curious and asked.

"Uh..." Dazai was slightly startled, secretly surprised: Draco actually heard it? He was sure that Atsushi didn't hear it either.

Then, he quickly returned to normal, his nonchalant, playful smile reappearing on his face. "Draco is still a child, and referring to him too much is not a good thing~"

As he said that, Dazai Osamu stretched out his palm and mercilessly rubbed Draco's hair hard, making it messy.

For some reason, whenever he stayed with Draco, the dark emotions deep in Dazai's heart seemed to be suppressed and difficult to surge.

Especially the dazzling white light just now, which made him feel the sunshine-like warmth that he had not experienced for a long time.

At first, Dazai Osamu was full of vigilance and disgust towards this feeling, but at this moment... thinking back to what Draco had just shown, he knew clearly in his heart that this child was by no means as simple and harmless as he seemed.

"I'm not a child! Stop it, stop ruffling my hair!" Draco puffed out his cheeks and pushed Dazai Osamu's hands away with an angry look on his face.

"Huh, I knew that a long time ago. This is exactly the same situation between Harry and me." Draco said with a pout.

Foreign children seem to mature earlier than those in our country. Dazai Osamu's face was filled with exaggerated shock.

I subconsciously thought of Chuuya. They were different from Draco and Harry. There was a rift between him and Chuuya after all...

Draco, standing by, keenly sensed Dazai's sudden, inexplicable depression. This black mud spirit was far too difficult to handle. It was best to hand this troublesome spirit back to Mr. Nakahara Chuuya.

Dazai Osamu naturally also noticed the strong signal that Draco was emitting, which showed that he wanted him to leave as soon as possible.

He glanced at the surveillance camera over there as if nothing had happened, and instantly understood the reason.

The corners of his mouth rose slightly, revealing a sly smile, and Draco and Dazai Osamu looked at each other as if they had telepathy.

Dazai Osamu stood up slowly, yawning, stretching his body lazily, and humming a song he had composed himself.

He walked away from the place at a leisurely pace. "One cannot commit suicide for love~"

Time passed quietly, and Draco was immersed in the beautiful Yokohama seascape illuminated by the afterglow of the setting sun.

As he was intoxicated by the beautiful scenery, a dark shadow suddenly blocked his view.

Looking up, Draco found it was just as he expected.

The man had a handsome face that even a scraggly beard couldn't hide. He was wearing a white coat and looked like a down-and-out doctor.

There was an amiable smile on his face, but deep in his dark red eyes, there was a glint of shrewdness and calculation, waiting for the right price.

"Can I sit here, please?" he asked.

Draco smiled politely under his cold gaze.

"Of course, Mr. Mori."

Moriogai was not surprised that Draco knew him, after all, it was Draco who had just invited him from a distance.

But we still need to be vigilant. After all, he is very afraid of death.

"I wonder what Mr. Malfoy wants to talk to me about?" Mori Ogai was envious of Draco's healing ability, but at the same time he was a little apprehensive.

He had just seen it through the surveillance, although he couldn't hear what they said and couldn't see their mouths, so he couldn't interpret their lip reading.

But he knew his clever and almost demonic disciple. Just now, between the two of them, Draco had clearly gained the upper hand.

He hesitated, but he still envied this healing ability user...

In the end, it was the desire to try to turn a bicycle into a motorcycle that drove him here.

"Me? I just want to meet Mr. Mori, it's that simple." Draco touched the badge with the three words "Malfoy" engraved in cursive on his collar. Combined with his previous speculation, he roughly knew how Mori Ogai knew his last name.

He suddenly lost interest.

As he said, he just wanted to see what Mori Ogai looked like, and also, he thought that there was a book called "Harry Potter" in this world.

He was wondering how Mori Ogai got to know about it since no one knew about it at the Armed Detective Agency.

However, as soon as Mori Ogai opened his mouth, he knew that his reasoning was wrong.

Damn it! Ranpo will definitely laugh at me when I get back!

Mori Ogai hadn't felt this speechless and choked for a long time.

Should he also praise the child for his honesty?

He, the leader of the port mafia, the symbol of the night, is someone Draco can meet whenever he wants?

But this also made him more interested in Draco.

Draco faced him just like he faced an ordinary person. Of course, it can be seen that Draco came from a wealthy family, but what was the confidence that made him so fearless?

A person with healing abilities, who looks and sounds like he's British.

He had never heard of a family with the name Malfoy in England.

However, he cannot reach too far in the UK, perhaps because he is more low-key and covert.

But he didn't see any protector around this young master, so did this confidence come from himself?

Although most people would not offend a person with healing abilities, a single person with healing abilities could easily be captured and forced to work for others.

Mori Ogai looked at Draco inquiringly, he opened his mouth and was about to speak.

"Stop it, forget about the invitation. You're obviously wary that I'm sent from Britain, aren't you?" Draco had no intention of playing along.

Mori Ogai was so angry that he almost laughed, and he actually laughed, with fear in his curved eyes.

"You're joking, young sir." As expected, this kid is very smart, no wonder he can fight with Dazai.

"Mr. Mori, I have a very curious question. Have you ever felt guilty towards anyone? Even for a moment?" Draco swore that he asked this casually on a whim.

He was curious about Mori Ogai's answer. This guy was called an AI spirit.

The smile on Mori Ogai's face seemed carefully calculated, welded firmly to his face like a mask.

"No."

"laugh."

In the darkness, a person threw the headphones into the trash can without hesitation.

Tsk, ridiculous.