[Wen Ye＋Douluo] Human Design Delusion

"Dazai Osamu..."

Yuan Yi was stunned, and his expression suddenly became complicated: "Is this what you were like in your previous life?"

"Yeah," Osamu Dazai threw the penis on the table casually, leaned back suddenly, and the overburdened chair creaked, "Are you disappointed? No, logically speaking, I should feel very uncomfortable at this time. Just welcome."

The familiar words and the familiar formula were indeed Osamu Dazai.

Yuan laughed out loud.

Osamu Dazai turned his head, stared at Yuan Yi, and said in a longer tone: "Is that a mockery?"

"No." Yuan Yi suppressed a smile and replied seriously: "You are much younger than I thought."

Osamu Dazai became interested, his eyes sparkled with curiosity, and he asked repeatedly: "Tell me, tell me, what is my original image in your mind?"

The original sentence is organized at the beginning.

"A suicidal maniac who loves sex and harassment?" Yuan Yi pondered for a while and then spoke hesitantly.

Osamu Dazai: ...

"It's too much." He lay on the table as if he was helpless, grunting and protesting.

The spider in the corner squeaked and disappeared. This small movement attracted Haraichi's attention. He ignored Dazai Osamu and quickly inspected the indoor layout, "Where is this?"

The young man with outstanding appearance raised his eyelids and said lazily: "The spiritual world that you and I share."

The spiritual world is shared?

Under Yuan Yi's questioning, he finally understood that this strange and strange space was Dazai Osamu's spiritual world, and at the same time hosted another host, that is, Yuan Yi. So far, the two of them have existed in this world.

The earth spider's soul fragment broke into this place as an uninvited guest. Not only Haraichi, but Osamu Dazai, as the master of the spiritual world, is also qualified to kill him, so the process of eliminating the spider will be extremely smooth.

Yuan Yi noticed something unusual: "Are you familiar with this place?"

His eyebrows furrowed, and a guess slowly emerged, "Are you a gangster?"

According to Dazai Osamu, this is a building, and there is no third person except them. But observing his familiarity with this place and his proficiency in shooting, the conclusion is almost obvious.

"Yeah, but that's all in the past."

Dazai Osamu stood up, stretched his body with squinted eyes, and said with an indifferent attitude that the past was not allowed to be mentioned again.

He walked up to Yuan Yi and looked him up and down.

The honey-colored pupils reflected a pale and sunken patient's face, which looked terrible.

Yuan Yi lowered his head and raised the back of his hand, which was covered with dense pinholes. Blue blood vessels were looming under the fragile skin.

Yuan Yi pursed his lips: "It's ugly."

"I didn't expect that I would be like this in this world," he whispered, "I thought I would say goodbye to that past completely."

"You are such a strange person." Osamu Dazai curled his lips without answering.

After saying that, he raised his arm and hung it on Yuan Yi's shoulder, and immediately said disgustedly: "Ah, your bone hit me, it hurts." He straightened up quickly and collapsed on the overwhelmed armchair again.

Sincerity and hypocrisy, truth and pretense, kindness and malice, such contradictions are completely reflected in one person.

Struggling with the suffering of the world while spreading kindness itself, the plot is easy to guess but it is like a must-see soap opera every week.

Osamu Dazai called it a "dispensing product."

Ever since I was separated from that world and put here, watching dramas in real time seemed to be the only fun in my boring life.

Dazai Osamu shouted "Ah", stared into Yuan Yi's eyes and repeated: "Weird person."

Yuan Yi's head was full of questions: "As if you are not surprised, why did you go to gangs when you were still studying? You have definitely not completed the nine-year compulsory education, right?"

……

Is this statement made by Chinese people?

Osamu Dazai thought seriously for three seconds and nodded. In order not to hand over the possibility of being illiterate to the other party, he immediately changed the subject the next second: "There seems to be some differences in the connection between us after obtaining the soul ring." Change."

Yuan Yi felt carefully: "It has indeed changed."

For example, if the relationship between the two people was a dial-up connection before, now it has become a direct wireless network.

This change is two-way. While Hara has further control over the bandages, Osamu Dazai can no longer only see from the perspective of the bandages, but can share Hara's first perspective.

"Okay!" Osamu Dazai raised his hands enthusiastically and clapped his hands.

Then he vomited Yuan Yi out of the spiritual world.

Yuan Yi was caught off guard and opened his eyes. He fell straight forward and almost took a bite of grass.

He hurriedly stabilized his body with his hands on the ground, and gave the Pope, whose eyes were full of worry, a smile that met his expectations. His eyes were full of joy and excitement: "Master, I succeeded."

She lowered her eyes and put on a smile. Bibi Dong was not stingy with the praise she deserved.

"As expected of Master's disciple."

Yuan Yi raised his right hand, and his soul power quickly condensed. The tangled shadow turned from hazy to clear, and an orange-yellow halo appeared next to it. The halo was engraved with complex and gorgeous patterns, and several spider patterns could be vaguely recognized.

A century-old spirit ring.

The bright light will light up the pupils, and the shadow of the ring will be reflected in the original eye.

The white bandage twisted flexibly in Yuan Yi's palm. The cloth was more resilient than before and exuded a faint purple smell, which must be the poison of the earth spider.

So far, there doesn't seem to be any big changes, and the concept of the first soul skill is still vague in my mind.

Just when Haraichi had some doubts and was about to mobilize his soul power for experiments, Dazai Osamu's voice sounded:

- Close your eyes.

Yuan Yi trusted him and did as he was told.

The moment his eyes were closed, a slender strip of cloth quietly fell on his face, covering his eyes. The pale bandage automatically moved without wind, completely covering Yuan Yi's eyes, and the ends of the slender bandage fluttered in the wind.

With his eyes covered and the lower half of his face remaining, Yuan Yi gently raised his chin and looked up in a certain direction.

The world that sank into darkness due to the loss of vision was quickly replaced by large swaths of ink flowers of various colors, as chaotic as if they had been splashed randomly.

Pale golden light spots lit up in the distance, getting brighter and more dazzling, until the "sun" swelled to half a person's height and exploded, driving away all the ink.

A whole new world slowly unfolded in front of him like a scroll.

Shrubs, cloud trees, green grass, all scenes within a circle with a diameter of about three meters reappeared in Yuan Yi's sight. The only difference was that they had "qi" on them, either thick or light, less or more, Hovering over all living things.

Even the unfathomable Pope, whose "qi" soars into the sky, squeezes out other plants to survive.

This "qi" should be soul power.

The pope's originally empty body actually had a soul power, which was about one-tenth of the pope's. Even so, the size was still impressive.

The shadow seemed to notice something and shook slightly.

Yuan Yi immediately stopped exploring him and stretched out his hand to guide his soul power to a green bamboo that had not yet developed intelligence.

The moment the pale golden soul power came into contact with the green bamboo, the soul power surging around it seemed to be frozen by something. After a few breaths, there was a "click" and it shattered on the spot like a stone. The green bamboo lost the support of the soul power. , withered and died in a few blinks of an eye.

A soul beast that loses its soul power is equivalent to losing its source of life. It will die if it does not receive soul power replenishment for a long time.

Yuan Yi took back his hand thoughtfully.

He didn't realize that his pupils hidden under the bandage had turned into a beautiful kite color.

——Want to know what interesting things will happen if it works on other people?

Osamu Dazai smiled and induced.

——Will it turn into a pitiful state like that soul beast?

Originally a black line.

As expected, he rejected Osamu Dazai, who suddenly fell ill.

He simply withdrew his soul power, and the cloth strips blocking his eyes turned into light spots and disappeared, and everything in front of him returned to normal.

His first soul skill—invalid.

The casting range is within a circle with a diameter of three meters, which will be further expanded in the future as the level increases; enemies within the range will be invalidated according to the strength of their soul power. The minimum limit is one second, and one casting will consume soul power. Probably about one third...

Ok?

Yuan Yi shook his head.

He covered his heavy forehead and blinked hard, trying to shake off the sudden dizziness.

Why... can't you stand still?

"hiss……"

It was as if he was spinning around in circles for dozens of times. The world in front of him was constantly being kneaded and rotated, and the land under his feet was suddenly far away and suddenly close.

"Boom!"

He fell to the ground.

His vision could no longer be focused. Yuan Yi opened his eyes hard, but there was only a thick tree trunk in front of him. He struggled to stand up and tried to hold on to the tree to maintain his balance.

Someone seems to be talking in your ear?

who cares.

At this moment, Yuan Yi was too stubborn and staggered forward as if he was drunk. He was bound to touch the straight tree trunk with his own hands.

"Huhu, hoo——"

The steps are crooked and very determined.

Yuan Yi looked in a daze, and struggled to reach the foot of the tree. He looked up unsteadily, and saw a thick branch breaking into his eyes.

……

It seems, it seems to be very suitable for doing something, such a thick and strong tree trunk...

Yuan Yi swallowed and reluctantly pulled out a conclusion from his groggy head.

——Suitable, suitable for hanging.

As if aware of his thoughts, the strip of cloth quickly rushed out, and in a few moments he selected a suitable height for hanging. He tied the knot neatly and pulled Yuan Yi up.

The moment his breath was stuck, the blurry and groggy world suddenly became clear.

Yuan Yi rolled his eyes and struggled violently. In his vision, which was submerged in saline, he saw the surprised and puzzled Pope who still rushed to save him.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Yuan Yi, who was rescued, covered his neck and coughed violently, vaguely hearing sensitive words such as "sick" and "brain" in his ears.

——Yeah, it seems to be the side effects of using me, the kind that cannot be avoided, hahaha~

The excited voice in my head didn't sound apologetic at all, and was even more overjoyed.

——In this case, can we discuss together which method of suicide is better?

Dazai Osamu then stabbed Haraichi's wound without any regard for his own wishes.

Faced with the Pope's hesitant inquiry, Yuan Yi was completely unable to give a reasonable excuse:...

Completely, society is dead.

Tired, destroy it.

With this idea in mind, he gave up communication, pretended to faint and entered the spiritual world.

After selecting suitable weapons for both his left and right hands, Yuan Yi nodded with satisfaction, then raised his gun expressionlessly and boarded the elevator to the top floor.

Osamu Dazai, just wait, I’m here!