[Wen Ye＋Douluo] Human Design Delusion

The first ray of sunlight hit the whole body, driving away the coldness of the previous night and making it feel warm.

Haraichi closed his eyes and took a deep breath, feeling the fresh morning air, and gave advice in a good voice: "Don't let me have nightmares in the future, Dazai, that nightmare is really terrible."

Although Hara Ichi is quite curious about how Osamu Dazai has such a skill, he never wants to experience it in his life.

Besides, if the scenes in the dream were all experienced by Osamu Dazai, he would be quite pitiful.

What is even more pitiable is that I will never be a human being again in this life.

Yuan Yi suddenly accumulated a lot of love and affection, and was about to sincerely comfort Dazai Osamu.

——The dream is false.

"Huh?!" Yuan Yi suddenly raised his head.

Yuan Yi simply collapsed: "Then why did you let me have nightmares for so long!" He pointed at the green gray under his eyes with an excited tone, "I haven't slept well for half a month!"

"Everyone is a new person, why should you bully me, you bastard!"

The white bandage stopped talking and nestled softly on Yuan Yi's neck, pretending to be quiet, remaining motionless despite the wind and rain outside.

Very much in need of a beating.

Yuan Yi became angrier as he watched.

After thinking for three seconds, he started to fight with the bandage, grabbed Dazai Osamu's head and stuffed it in his mouth.

——Are you still in the oral sex stage?So dirty!

"It's good that I don't dislike you. You're not human...ah!"

The fight was so intense that Yuan Yi forgot that there was a stool under his feet, tilted his center of gravity, and tumbled directly towards the outside of the railing.

The body lost weight and fell straight down.

Yuan Yuan subconsciously closed his eyes and wanted to reach out to hold his head to avoid an ugly death when he fell. However, the bandage wrapped around his hand stretched out involuntarily and tightened the railing.

He was left hanging outside.

and many more.

He grasped the bandage on his wrist blankly and opened his eyes wide.

……and many more!

Previously, the bandage had been controlled by Dazai Osamu. Yuan Yi only had full initiative in summoning the martial spirit and could not directly order Dazai Osamu to do what he wanted. But now it is different——

He moved his fingers, and the bandage moved as he pleased. The obscure barrier between himself and the martial spirit seemed to be lifted instantly, and the blurry territory suddenly became clear.

The soul power surges, spreading to every corner like tentacles, forming a web, making the martial soul closer to itself.There seems to be something condensed and born in the body, breaking through the shackles and growing wantonly.

Yuan Yi's skin slowly seeped out a little fluorescence, which was so light that it was almost invisible.

It wasn't until the warm current enveloped his body that Yuan Yi came out of that mysterious and mysterious state.

It seems... upgraded?

Yuan looked happy, and before he could laugh twice, someone grabbed him by the collar from behind, and his neck was choked.

"Cough cough!"

Yuan Yi was grabbed by the collar and thrown back to the balcony. He clutched his burning neck and gasped, his eyes filled with large drops of saline solution, and he looked at the person with difficulty.

Yan squatted down and clicked his tongue after confirming that Yuan Yi was not injured anywhere. His eyebrows were knotted and tangled irritably.

"Hey." He hesitated for a while, then looked into Yuan Yi's eyes, "Are you okay?"

"Alright... alright."

Yuan Yi was confused, trying desperately to remember who the red-haired man in front of him was, and why he spoke to him in such a familiar tone?

Yan thought about it for a long time and didn't know what to say to be gentle, so he just stopped talking and walked over as if nothing happened: "You didn't close the door, I'll come in and take a look."

"Uh, thank you." Yuan Yi smiled awkwardly.

He looks cute and looks well-behaved when he answers carefully.

Yan recalled the "suicide incident" five minutes ago and suddenly began to have a headache.

He would sit on the balcony without sleeping in the middle of the night and start mumbling to himself. If he wasn't careful, he would jump off the building and commit suicide - this was obviously a problem child!

The red-haired boy scratched his face and fidgeted twice.

How should you speak to a child with a mental illness without irritating the other person?Yan thought with great melancholy.

Haraichi:?

Yan Si thought about it but still couldn't come up with a good countermeasure. He took a deep breath, pinched Yuan Yi's armpit directly, stuffed the light child into the quilt, and covered him with a soft quilt.

The tone was stiff and coaxing: "Go to sleep."

Haraichi:?

Yan looked at Uehara Yi's clear black and white eyes, and the guilt in his heart became more and more intense. How could he bully a child with a brain problem?This shouldn’t be the case!

You have to make it clear to Nana and Xie Yue.

They shouldn't bully a sick person.

With this thought in mind, Yan looked at Yuan Yi with pity in his eyes, and earnestly told Yuan Yi to sleep well before turning around and going out.

Yuan Yi looked at Yan's leaving figure and was very confused: "Who is this? Do I know him? Does he know me?"

——He is a good person.

Yuan Yi huddled in the bed, yawned sleepily, continued to sleep, and muttered: "Why do I feel that the way he looks at me is weird? I can't tell what's wrong."

——Maybe you are too cute~

"That's impossible..." He yawned.

"Dazai, remember to wake me up."

The child was talking to him again. Yan, who had not gone far, caught the slight movement in the room, and his expression became extremely serious.

After leaving the door, the corridor was empty and quiet, but he knew there was someone guarding it.

Yan: "Elder?"

A dark wind blew.

Yan knew that this was the meaning of the man's response, and he lowered his voice: "I found that the child inside has suicidal tendencies, and I hope the elders will monitor him more carefully."

Most of the elders who are responsible for protecting in the dark are very powerful and will not just stare at one person all day long. When faced with dangerous elements like Yuan Yi, it is easy to make mistakes.

"He also likes to talk to himself and sing in harmony, as if there is really another person accompanying him."

"Perhaps I was stimulated by something."

Yan paused and began to worry again: "Does the Pope know that he is like this?"

Yan waited for a while, and an old and hoarse voice floated over with the wind, soft but clear: "I will inform the Pope today."

"Thank you, elder. I'm leaving then." The red-haired boy turned back three times with each step.

The more solid shadow in the shadows returned to darkness again and disappeared. The shadow crawled into the room like a ghost, facing the bed, with a motionless guard beside it.

About half an hour later, his thin finger bones were gently pressed against Yuan Yi's nose, feeling his breath.

The breath is long and the rhythm is slow.

After confirming that he was asleep, the shadow retracted its hand, walked out through the door, and wandered towards the Pope's residence.

Hu Liena and Xie Yue welcomed Yan's return, and it was obvious that the other's mind was not his. They looked at each other and saw the confusion in each other's eyes.

After asking, I understood the reason for the other person's confusion.

Xie Yue, who has the calmest personality, showed a subtle expression: "That child is really...sick?"

Hu Liena also couldn't believe it.

No wonder the child asked her to pick out gems for no reason. It turned out to be part of the reason. Thinking of this, Hu Liena felt much better.

"No wonder……"

The golden generation who knew this news no longer had the initial sense of crisis. After all, they were all human beings, and they had uneasy consciences for a child with psychological problems.

"poor thing."

"Yeah, he's only six years old."

"It's so pitiful..."

/

"A chirp!"

Yuan Yi, who had just been forcibly taken out of bed, had a sleepy look on his face. He sneezed suddenly and woke up from his half-asleep state.

Who is talking about him? Yuan Yi muttered in his mind, sniffing to drive away the itch.

After receiving the hot water from Bibi Dong, Yuan Yi took a small sip and drank it. After drinking the hot sugar water, his slow brain finally started to work slowly.

"Master, what do you want from me?" Yuan Yi cleared his throat and asked obediently.

That's right, I've already called Master.

Because with Yuan Yi's unremitting cuteness, he got closer to the Pope, Cecil had one more commercial street under his control, and Yuan Qi had one more private villa.

Yuan Yi likes this kind of happiness.

Therefore, when facing the Pope, he always involuntarily shows a happy smile towards the donor.

Bibi Dong looked at his smiling face with a complicated expression. She was concerned about Yuan Yi's illness and gave up the idea of ​​asking directly: "You have been having nightmares the past few days. Are you feeling better recently?"

Speaking of this, Yuan Yi thought of the culprit - a certain bandage man who was wrapping it around his wrist as if nothing had happened.

Yuan Yi told the truth: "I shouldn't have any more nightmares recently."

Bibi Dong seemed not very satisfied with this answer.The beauty frowned lightly, her face full of charm.

Yuan Yi's heart tightened.

Secretly thinking about the inappropriateness of what he said just now, he racked his brains to reflect.

The Pope looked at him, his red lips slightly parted: "You..."

Yuan Yi was at a loss: ... Ang?

"Do you usually have headaches?"

Yuan Yi continued to be confused: "No."

Bibi Dong said softly: "If no one talks to you and you feel lonely and scared, just come to Master, okay?"

...?

Yuan Yi was confused. Why did the topic change from headache to loneliness? Did he fail to keep up with the Pope?

"Knock knock."

There was a knock on the door, interrupting the question Yuan Yi had just planned.

After getting permission from the Pope, the man pushed open the door and walked in. He was wearing the unique uniform of the Wuhun Palace elders, with a pattern representing the healing system embroidered on his left chest, and holding a small staff in his hand.

He was short in stature, with a stooped back and dry white hair sticking sparsely to his scalp. His facial features were old and his face was wrinkled, but his hands in his sleeves were white and small, like the hands of a girl.

After he came in, he saluted the Pope and his sharp eyes fell on Yuan Yi.

"Is this the sick kid?"

"It seems quite normal. I didn't expect him to do such a feat as jumping off a building in the middle of the night."

……

ha? !

Yuan Yi heard the sarcasm in the tone, and anger suddenly arose in his heart. How could this man curse? !

Who is mentally ill, who dances in the middle of the night...

……

Yuan Yi reacted quickly.

From the perspective of an onlooker, he got up in the middle of the night and talked to himself, talking to the air, and by the way, there was a snake spirit that "attempted to jump off the building", it seemed that it was really him.

Yuan Yi turned his head and met the Pope's eyes in surprise. The unreadable emotions in the other person's eyes overlapped with the red-haired expression not long ago. Yuan Yi suddenly became enlightened——

That's pity for the mentally ill.

Depend on!