[Wen Ye＋Douluo] Human Design Delusion

Yuan Yi wakes up from a coma, his eyes are full of double images, he vaguely recognizes the pattern on the ceiling, and realizes that he is lying in his room.

There was someone guarding him. Yuan Yi couldn't see his face clearly and moved his arms.

"Don't move yet," the man said.

My head was dizzy, but I could still distinguish the voice of Pope Bibi Dong.

The child with a pale face was nestled in the bed, his voice was still hoarse, and he asked in a low voice: "Master, dad..."

Bibi Dong paused at tucking him in and said nothing.

Yuan Yi noticed the pause at this moment, tried his best to raise his eyelids that were drooping due to physical fatigue, and raised his fingers with difficulty to grab the corner of the Pope's clothes, but his tentacles were cold.

Bibi Dong stuffed his hands into the warm quilt, sighed softly, bent down and touched the child's cheek.

"Yuan'er, I know you are precocious, and there is no need to hide some things from you, but I am afraid that you will be sad..." She said word by word, "Master is worried about you."

Yuan Yi interrupted her: "I want to know what...ahem!"

There was an itch in his throat, and the nauseated discomfort instantly overwhelmed his reason. He had to cough violently to stop the itch. Yuan Yi lay on the edge of the bed, coughing heartbreakingly.

Bibi Dong patted his back.

Cough, cough...

One after another, almost all his strength was coughed up. Hara Yi lay on the edge of the bed, his head hanging down, the short hair on his forehead covering his eyebrows. He grabbed the Pope's wrist tightly, almost digging his nails into it. Into the meat.

At Yuan Yi's insistence, Bibi Dong finally revealed the truth.

"Cecil was too seriously injured, and due to the delay, by the time the people in the palace rushed over..."

Yuan Yi couldn't hear the rest of the words.

I don't want to listen either.

The tense string in his mind had been broken, and tears instantly filled his eyes. Large drops fell on the light-colored sheets, gradually fainting, and the warm water stains were wiped away by him roughly with his hands. His face was smeared all over.

He didn't cry loudly, but cried silently with his back arched and a dull face.

His petite back was bent, and there was a slight tremor. The mournful atmosphere shrouded in sadness swept only him. The Pope hugged him tenderly and caringly, seeming to give him strength with his arms, but Yuan Yi remained blank and did not give any attention to the outside world. A little reaction.

It hurt so much, my whole body ached.

Yuan Yi has no time to think about anything.

Cecil, dead?

His father, a father who was strict and kind, doted on him and loved him, took care of everything for him in six years, never hesitated to show tolerance and care, and always expressed his family love to him...

died?

Yuan Yi quickly opened the quilt, shook off Bibi Dong's hand, and rushed out like a madman.

The eyes were red and bloodshot, and they were almost filled with enough sorrow and sadness to condense into substance.

He doesn't accept it, he will never accept such a result!

Cecil would never die so easily. He did not hurt his spine, nor did he lose a lot of blood. The wound was good on the abdomen, but he had already been fed pills, which were the best batch in Wuhun Palace, and he was waiting for the end of the war. It won't take more than a quarter of an hour. He can wait, he will definitely wait for treatment!

"Yuaner!"

The Pope stopped him.

The white bandage came out and quickly deflected Bibi Dong's hand. Bibi Dong accidentally pushed him away. She frowned and used a bit of her soul power to hold Yuan Yi's arm.

The child looked back, his chest rising and falling, the whites of his eyes swollen with red bloodshot eyes, staring at her fiercely.

When Bibi Dong was looked at by those black and white eyes, her eyes trembled, but they recovered in just one breath. With a wave of her hand, purple-black gas surged out from her palm. After inhaling a little bit, Bibi Dong's body fell into a coma.

Bibi Dong caught the collapsed Yuan Yi, stood up, put him back on the bed, and covered him with a quilt.

Looking at the tears on her face, she was silent for a moment. After a while, she picked up the handkerchief she carried and wiped Yuan Yi's embarrassed look. She moved gently and carefully, as if she was afraid of waking up the child who was deeply asleep and still frowning.

She stretched out her hand to smooth out the marks and sat on the edge looking at them for a long time.

"Sleep well, Master will be with you."

……

"Don't blame Master."

/

spiritual world.

The building is shaking.

Most of the coffee at hand had already been spilled by the constant shaking, and the neatly arranged documents fell to the ground with a tremor like an earthquake, leaving everything in a mess.

Haraichi looked at his reflection in the coffee cup, as if he was caught in a circle of ripples.

"Osamu Dazai."

"exist?"

Yuan Yi couldn't put on any expression, his sadness had almost drained him of all his life, his chapped lips were dehydrated and peeling, and his originally sick face became even paler and less human-like.

"Tell me, what is the meaning of rebirth?"

He didn't seem to be expecting Osamu Dazai to give him an expected answer, and continued talking to himself, "I thought it was God's blessing to me, so that I could make up for the pain in my previous life."

"I appreciate everything here."

"A happy family, a healthy body, and extraordinary talents. I thought God was taking care of me and gave me these things I dreamed of. I have always thought so."

Yuan Yi took a deep breath, clenched his hands into fists and then spread them out. He lowered his head and looked at these hands that were so thin that he could almost see the shape of bones and various blood vessels under the skin. The sickly paleness reminded him of the past that he could not bear to look back on. It also reminded him of something he had deliberately ignored.

He will always be who he is.

Yuan Yi, who has preserved past memories, is very hypocritical. He is good at observing people's emotions, habitual to please, and has an overly sharp intuition. All the familiarity comes from him.

"I thought I would have a wonderful dream, but it was just what I thought after all," he said.

Dazai Osamu tilted his head and nodded: "Indeed, some things are not so wonderful after knowing the facts."

For example, Cecil was declared dead.

The pope's lies were not very clever. Perhaps she was too confident and used her acting skills to fool a child under seven years old.Her performance is so clumsy that it can even be seen through at a glance.

But such arrogance, which was so perfunctorily concealed, was laid bare in front of Yuan Yi.

ridicule.

Yuan Yi was even able to guess the reason why the Pope asked Cecil to "die", which further eliminated the ties between relatives and lost Cecil, the head of the family. Yuan Yi's family was destined to become vulnerable, and he would be more likely to become her The man named Tang Hao will also become his "father-killing enemy" under the Pope's arrangement.

The Pope wants a sharp knife.

A sharp knife that belongs entirely to her, a sharp knife that will never betray, driven by hatred.

Cecil is just her tool.

Warm tears streaked across his cheeks and fell on his chin. Haraichi rolled his eyes and looked at Osamu Dazai: "If it were you..."

"How can I do it?"

Dazai Osamu, who looks like a 14-year-old, is playing with a small dagger, and the light of silver dances on his fingertips, "歘——"

The sharp tip of the knife suddenly stopped and pointed at Haraichi, who was sitting not far away. Osamu Dazai narrowed his left eye, made a shooting motion, and said slowly: "The most appropriate method?"

"Kill them of course."

"Kill all enemies, all obstacles standing in your way~"

Osamu Dazai expressed his opinion with a smile, and then sighed softly. Unfortunately, there are not many places where hot weapons can be used in other worlds, which makes it less fun.

However, the scene of being raised by an enemy is an enduring classic, and it would be great if you could witness it with your own eyes.

The beautiful pope really went too far and didn't take into account the future matters at all.

Young children grow up under the guidance and care of their enemies. Underneath their well-behaved appearance is a murderous intention that has been ignored. Given time, you may be able to see the surprised expression on the beauty's face after being stabbed in the back.

"...kill...kill..."

Yuan Yi murmured and repeated.

Who are his enemies?Pope, man in black robe?

"To be precise, that man is just an accomplice of the Pope, although he is also responsible." Osamu Dazai took a sip of the coffee and stuck out his tongue as it was so sweet.

He looked at Yuan Yi expectantly and asked directly about the other party's moral standards: "Do you want to kill him?"

Yuan Yi: "...Hmm."

A bit of surprise appeared on Dazai Osamu's face, "It's unexpectedly unreasonable."

"There is no need to reason in this matter."

"...I'm starting to like you a little bit." Dazai Osamu touched his chin, "Although you look very pitiful, I won't hug you."

The bandage on his face was loosened half a circle, hanging limply in front of his eyes. Dazai Osamu blew the short hair on his forehead and stretched out his hands to straighten it in front of the light and shadow on the glass.

"—"

Osamu Dazai was pushed back a few steps by the sudden embrace, and sat down in the armchair overwhelmed.

"Hey, the bones in your body are really ugly!"

Dazai Osamu raised his hands high to show his innocence, and looked at the person in his arms with wide eyes.

"..."

"Okay, I can lend you my shoulder for three seconds."

"..."

"Ten seconds is enough?!"