Ms. Quan, who is male

Quan's force value is not high. Unless he encounters a desperate situation, he usually chooses to attack when the target is most relaxed and at the lowest alert level.

Although he lost his memory, the caution engraved in his bones still made him adopt the same course of action. Now that he is attacking Zhongyuan Zhongya, it is no exception.

However, he was a little surprised to find that compared to his previous targets, Nakahara Chuuya was mentally tougher. It would undoubtedly be more difficult to drag him into genjutsu.

Fortunately, the other party drank a lot before, which gave Quan the opportunity to sneak in.

Although the illusion of the Sharingan cannot directly peek into the memory of the target person, with a little guidance and the things in the opponent's subconscious can be displayed in the form of "fragmented dreams", then Izumi can naturally obtain the information he wants.

From Nakahara Chuuya's dream, Izumi added some common sense about the world, knowing what a TV is, what a traffic light is, and what a car is...

Interestingly, he also discovered that the first time Zhongyuan Zhongya saw him was not in the bathroom of a bar, but on the main road during the day. The car that honked its horn and startled him,

It is opened in Zhongyuan.

It seems like they are quite destined?

Of course, such irrelevant thoughts only appeared for a moment and were quickly forgotten by Quan.

In addition, Izumi actually saw Dazai Osamu dressed in black in Chuuya Nakahara's dream.

"Double black? These two are actually partners..." Quan thought for a while and seemed not to be surprised, "No wonder he knows his behavior pattern well."

Izumi had a good understanding of modern common sense and the distribution of power groups in Yokohama, and was about to stop, when an unexpected surprise suddenly occurred, catching him off guard.

Yokohama in the dream is peaceful. The blue sky is clear and bright, with white and soft clouds floating on it.

However, this almost picture-scroll-like scene was ruthlessly torn apart by a pair of black claws. An invisible and intangible external force "rumbling, booming" impacted this dream-like world that was as fragile as glass.

Accompanied by bursts of crisp "clicking" sounds, deep or shallow, long or short cracks spread throughout the world, constantly bifurcating and spreading upward.

Not long after, the brightly colored world shattered all over the ground, revealing the strange world behind it, only black and red.

And here, Quan saw the owner of those black claws.

What's this?!

He was shocked.

It was a huge, dark, terrifying beast. No emotion could be felt from its body at all. Compared to a living creature, it was more like a natural disaster like a typhoon or an earthquake.

Could it be... a tailed beast?!

For some reason, the first time he saw that thing, such a term suddenly appeared in Quan's mind.

Wait a minute...what is a tailed beast?

Such doubts did not bother him for long, because the current situation did not allow him to study these issues in detail.

No matter what that thing is, the aura it exudes is undoubtedly dangerous to an "outsider" like Quan.

The moment he looked at that thing, the alarm bell in Quan's heart immediately rang, and he shouted words like "danger" and "escape" to him almost crazily.

He made a quick decision and got out quickly.

But before he could completely evacuate, the thing appeared in front of Quan and gave him a sharp claw!

"!"

His spirit was severely damaged, and Quan felt that his head hurt like being pricked by thousands of needles. His face was pale, he was sweating, his eyes were hot, and two lines of red blood were dripping from his eyes!

Unfortunately, Zhongyuan Zhongya covered his head with one hand and frowned, showing signs of waking up.

Quan didn't care much, so she quickly stretched out her arms to hug his shoulders and rested her head on his shoulders, preventing him from noticing the strangeness in her face.

The severe pain in his head made it unnecessary for him to pretend. He opened his mouth and let out painful moans.

There was a hint of crying in his voice, which sounded very weak, like a wounded cub. He could only make intermittent hums. The only thing he could say was: "Zhongya, sir...it hurts..."

Zhongyuan Zhongya, who was hugged by Quan, was suddenly shocked.

While he was in a trance, Quan once again dragged him into the illusion. But this time, Quan no longer explored his spirit in depth, but constructed an extremely fragrant dream for him - as familiar as he was no longer the first.

Did this once.

After Zhongyuan Zhongya fell into the illusion again, Izumi breathed a sigh of relief.

I shoot birds all day long, but I never expected that one day I would be pecked in the eye by a bird.

Quan's back molars grinded loudly, obviously he was very angry.

What is that thing in Nakahara Chuya’s spirit?

And when he saw that thing, what was the "tailed beast" that popped into his mind?

Questions came one after another. Quan frowned and couldn't help but rub his temples that were throbbing.

No matter how uncomfortable he was now, he had to brace himself to deal with Nakahara Chuuya, who was temporarily trapped by his illusion. He didn't dare to let down his guard at all - who knew whether the other party would wake up halfway like he did just now?

If Zhongyuan Zhongya really wakes up and realizes what Quan has done, the latter's life will definitely be in danger.

Helpless, the pale-faced Izumi had no choice but to endure the discomfort and piled up illusions layer by layer, not forgetting to always pay attention to Nakahara Chuuya's condition and make corresponding adjustments.

Although he got the information he wanted, the price he paid was unexpected.

Izumi's eyes became extremely deep, and coupled with the pair of three magatama sharingan eyes that were spinning, it looked really weird.

He stretched out his hand, wiped away the blood on his face expressionlessly, and then rubbed it all on the sofa.

"You have caused me so much pain, so you have to make up for it in the future."

the other side.

The investigation on the monitor yielded no results, so the man in black called Zhongyuan Zhongya and prepared to report the matter to him.

But the strange thing is that the man in black made several calls in a row, but Zhongyuan Zhongya didn't answer the phone.

He was confused, and his first thought was that there was another emergency at the bar, so Zhongyuan Zhongya didn't bother to answer the phone.

With this thought in mind, he took a few people with him and rushed back to the bar again.

All the way to the private room where they had been drinking, everything was normal.

The man in black knocked on the door of the private room first, but no one answered. Then he pressed the video phone, but no one answered.

So he opened the door directly.

"I'm sorry, I'm...?!"

Seeing the two people lying on the sofa overlapped in the room - one of them had the familiar ocher color of his hair, he suddenly realized something, and the unfinished words were choked in his throat, and he could no longer say them.

The companion next to him gave him a sharp elbow. He reacted quickly and bowed at 90 degrees to apologize: "I'm sorry to bother you!"

The door was quickly closed by him.

Everyone in Hong Kong and Heilongjiang waited at the door with bated breath for a while, and then they breathed a sigh of relief when they found that the people inside seemed to have no intention of pursuing the case.

They looked at each other, and one of them said: "Let's take turns on duty tonight, don't let in those guys who don't have long eyes."

Others nodded in agreement.

And in the room where they misunderstood.

Quan Lili, who looked very ugly, lifted up Nakahara Zhongya who had fallen asleep on top of him, slowly crawled to the corner of the sofa, and curled up.

His spirit was severely damaged, and coupled with the long time and high intensity of using the Sharingan to maintain the illusion, he was at the end of his strength and had a terrible headache.

Now that Nakahara Chuuya's subordinates were back, he finally breathed a sigh of relief and no longer had to worry about whether someone would suddenly break in.

Thinking this way, he finally fainted with relief.

Early the next morning.

The two men in black who were standing by the door and yawning were suddenly startled by the sound of opening the door.

They thought it was Nakahara Chuuya who came out, and they were about to bow to say hello, but unexpectedly, it was not their boss who came out, but Quan.

The other party didn't seem to expect that there were people guarding the door. The moment he saw them, he was frightened and quickly retreated behind the door.

"..."

The two men in black looked at each other.

There was a stalemate for a while, and just when they didn't know what to say, Quan spoke.

"Then, that...cough cough cough!"

Through the crack in the door, Quan's voice was so weak that one could almost hear his breath, accompanied by a rapid cough.

His hair was messy, his face was sickly flushed, his nasal voice was heavy, his lips were pale and dry, and his condition was obviously bad to the naked eye.

"I... that..." Quan said hesitantly while coughing, "Yes, I'm sorry... can you please..."

Before he finished speaking, there was another noise in the room.

It was Nakahara Zhongya who woke up while lying on the sofa.

Zhongyuan Zhongya sat up with one hand supporting his body and covering his head with a splitting headache with the other hand. He frowned and looked very uncomfortable.

A hangover is very unpleasant.

And this time when I was drunk, my headache was worse than before. Why is this...

Is it because I drank a lot yesterday...

He remembered that he was first given a drink by his subordinates in turn. Then he went to the bathroom and came back and drank another bottle or so. After that, the little girl came to their private room with wine, and he was lured away from home by a piece of paper...

Because he was very unhappy about being teased, he rushed back to the bar and seemed to drink a few more bottles of wine, and then...

Probably because he was very drunk, the following memories were no longer coherent, and only some fragmentary images flashed through his mind... and finally they were fixed at a certain moment.

I don't know what he thought of. Zhongyuan Zhongya's movements of rubbing his temples suddenly froze. His neck was turning with difficulty like a machine that had been out of repair for a long time. It seemed that he could still hear a "click-click" sound.

He looked around him for the first time - there was no one there.

Inexplicably, he breathed a sigh of relief.

But just halfway out of his breath, he was so shocked by the mess on the sofa and the dazzling blood stains on it that he froze on the spot.

Almost subconsciously, he turned to look at the door.

The pale-faced Quan trembled in fright at the sight that suddenly pierced his body. He hugged his knees and huddled in the corner, not daring to raise his head to look at him, as if he was some kind of savage beast.

"..."

Zhongyuan Zhongye's mind went blank.

After a long moment of silence, a curse word blurted out.