[Wen Ye] Miss Sea Rabbit

Fujiwara Chisui flicked the long sleeves of the sweater, and a chain sprang out, tied Q tightly, and then swung his hand upwards, and the ice blue chain threw Q straight to the door of the bungalow.

"Let's go."

Osamu Dazai picked up the doll resting on the wooden chair, and the two stepped up the stairs.

She wanted to directly kill Q here. This uncontrollable ability, which harms others and herself, should have disappeared long ago. Unfortunately, if he died directly, then Osamu Dazai would lose one bargaining chip with the mafia. .

However, it doesn't matter if you are locked in a confinement room, and you can't escape even if you are closely guarded.

Chisui Fujiwara thought about it, and stepped on the last step. The wooden plank was covered with thick dust, and when he stepped down, there was a lot of dust. Osamu Dazai seemed to be thinking about something, and they didn't speak to each other.

She raised her eyes and saw the dark jungle in the distance, swaying in the evening wind, and at first glance there were ghostly shadows.

"Ok?"

When Fujiwara Chisui swept his gaze away, the bush suddenly disappeared, something brushed past, and rushed towards them very quickly, but the figure was blocked by the lush weeds, so they couldn't see clearly.

He paused, snapped his fingers to summon the barrier, and in the next second a huge tentacle brought a hurricane and hit it straight!

"呵咒——" The heavy hit on the central barrier couldn't bear the pressure and gradually opened cracks.

"What?!" Chisui Fujiwara's pupils shrank slightly, how could that be?

She took a step back, and Osamu Dazai on the other side quickly pulled her past. As soon as Chisui Fujiwara moved away, the tentacles broke through the defense and hit her original position.

The floor that had been in disrepair for a long time couldn't support the attack, and a huge hole was broken, and sawdust fell down, making the ground a mess.

"Hiss—" Dazai Osamu covered his right shoulder, and his right arm, which was bound in plaster, was hit by tentacles in the chaos and disappeared.

Fujiwara Chisui hurriedly supported him: "Dazai!"

The cuffs of the windbreaker were in tatters, but there were no traces of her limbs. She panicked.

Osamu Dazai's face was pale, and he leaned weakly on the door frame, his breath was like a thread.

"Qian Shui, before I die, there is one thing I want to tell you."

"What nonsense are you talking about! You won't die!" Chisui Fujiwara didn't want to hear it, "I'll take you away now!"

Osamu Dazai raised his eyes to look at her, and when he was dying, his pupils were still shining, as if they contained the vast sea of ​​stars.

"Be obedient." He said softly.

Fujiwara Chisui bit her lip, her eyes were red, she squatted down, and tremblingly held Dazai Osamu's hand.

"You said."

Osamu Dazai moved closer to her face, and gently put his lips on it.

Fujiwara Chisui's eyes widened suddenly.

"Osamu Dazai!" She shouted viciously, grabbing his face with one hand, "What time is this!"

While speaking, there was a crying voice: "Can you be more serious!"

"Woheng is provoking (I'm serious)." Osamu Dazai was still jumping back and forth on the verge of death, being strangled by fate's cheek.

His remaining left hand held Chisui Fujiwara's slender wrist: "I like you, Chisui Fujiwara."

Fujiwara Chisui remained silent, her whole body was turned against the light, her black eyes were like black holes, absorbing all the light sources.

Get rid of the light in the eyes of the man in front of you.

Although it was night, his amber-like kite eyes were far more dazzling and hot than the Golden Crow.

Eyelids drooped, Fujiwara Chisui seemed to be grabbed by someone, in pain.

"I see." She said wearily.

Chisui Fujiwara leaned forward, holding Dazai Osamu's face with both hands, then raised the broken hair on his forehead with his left hand, lowered his head and kissed in the heavenly court like a dragonfly.

"I like you too."

"Osamu Dazai."

After she finished speaking, she just wanted to get up, but she never thought that a force would come from her waist, and she would fall into her arms.

Fujiwara Chisui struggled to remember, but was firmly imprisoned by Osamu Dazai.

Osamu Dazai's voice came from above his head, it was hoarse and low whether it was because of his injury.

"Chisui Fujiwara."

He leaned against her blue hair, and looked at the moonlight projected in his eyes.

"Are you willing to die in love with me?"

Chisui Fujiwara in her arms stopped struggling and sighed for a long time.

She said helplessly: "How do you plan to die, tell me."

"I will accompany you."

"I'm staying here and I'm not going anywhere."

Just as Chisui Fujiwara finished speaking, she heard Osamu Dazai laughing suddenly, hugging her tightly, as if she was suddenly poked at the point of laughter, and couldn't stop at all.

Fujiwara Chisui:?

"Although you agreed, but I can't bear it~"

As he spoke, he shook his intact right hand.

"Clang clang~"

Fujiwara Chisui stared at the newborn right hand in a daze, and belatedly recalled that there was not a lot of blood gushing out from the suspected fracture.

"..."

She got up from Dazai Osamu's arms, patted the dust, and looked at him with a half-smile.

"Playing with me? Huh?"

The woman with black hair is wearing a black windbreaker, under the moonlight, it seems to be integrated with the shadows, and there seems to be gloomy black mud constantly churning around her body.

"Osamu Dazai, you are fine."

The gentle words carried a bone-chilling chill, and Osamu Dazai was shocked when he heard them.

"Why are you shivering? Is it too cold?" Chisui Fujiwara tilted her head to look at him, curling up her lips.

"Indeed, a little bit."

In the next second, he lifted his foot and kicked him out of the door.

"Ah, I forgot it was night, and the light of the moon is not warm." Fujiwara Chisui looked at him condescendingly, like looking at a dying person.

He clenched his hands into fists, his joints crackling.

"Qian Shui, you are like this." Osamu Dazai stood up and took a few steps back, "You will beat your boyfriend to death."

Fujiwara Chisui smiled kindly: "It's okay, I have a sense of proportion."

Just as the punch was about to be swung down, there was some movement in the forest in the distance, eyes narrowed slightly, the chain bound Osamu Dazai's waist and threw him away, and he dodged sideways.

A tentacle that was more than twice as big as before barely brushed past, right in the middle of the bungalow.

The dark red bricks and tiles fell like a torrential rain, the walls collapsed, and the whole house was crushed to rubbish.

The sudden loud noise startled the flock of birds, hula-la sprang out from the treetop where they were hiding, and the black clouds flapped their wings and fled to the sky together like black clouds.

Chisui Fujiwara signaled Osamu Dazai to keep quiet, and turned around to face the depths of the forest that kept making movements. She was slightly arched, with her right hand half-held, and the ice-blue magic circle was stacked, ready to deal with attacks at any time.

The night is quiet, and a little movement is like adding amplified speakers to make it louder.

In the dark night, there was something rubbing the ground and moving forward, running over the messy growth of ground plants, like a snake, but not like a snake.

The canopy of the tree was able to see a little bit of light, and a slender figure swayed with the overgrown foxtails, and walked towards the place where Chisui Fujiwara and the others were standing.

The arms swelled disproportionately, as if stuffing a lot of cotton wool into them and blowing them up. Chisui Fujiwara faintly saw that there were many small branches growing on the place where the ghostly image was the arms in the dark, as if they had come alive. Dancing in the dark.

Like Medusa's long hair.

Looking at this shadow, Fujiwara Chisui felt chills all over her body, and she shivered from the chill all the way up her tailbone.

"What exactly is this……"

Osamu Dazai leaned against the tree, staring at it.

"It's Lovecraft."

"He didn't die..." he whispered, "You have to be careful with his tentacles, my ability can't be lifted."

Fujiwara Chisui was shocked: "Your ability is useless???"

Osamu Dazai frowned: "There is no supernatural ability that my supernatural ability can't solve, unless."

"This is not a supernatural power."

Not a supernatural power?

She took a few steps back, the magic circle under her feet spun rapidly, and sharp blades floating beside her appeared one after another. In just a few seconds, hundreds of ice blades had condensed.

"It's not a supernatural ability, but it can grow such a ghost thing, can it still be considered a human being?"

While speaking, with a wave of his hand, Bingren received the command, like a bullet out of a box, but faster than the bullet.

The thunderous speed made the ice blade tailed with faint blue fireflies, like a meteor shower on the ground, it arrived in Lovecraft's eyes in an instant, and stabbed straight at the body where the soul was detained.

But he didn't seem to feel the pain. The sharp blade pierced the flesh, and the tentacles supporting the body were cut off one by one. Lovecrat stopped abruptly like a racing car that had lost its motor. It fell straight down, making a dull sound.

"Can't—fall down—"

The voice sounded like it was broken.

Tsk.Fujiwara Chisui frowned to see what he was muttering there, the blue light all over her body did not fade.

"cannot--"

More tentacles sprang from the shattered cuff, getting bigger and bigger.

A large amount of river water gushes out from the mouth of a broken embankment, but it is far darker, disgusting, and ugly than the river water. It gathers all the dirty things and releases them all at this moment.

"Ah, how disgusting." Osamu Dazai disgusted.

Fujiwara Chisui deeply agrees.

The tentacles protruding from both arms propped up Lovecraft's limbs, like a joint puppet manipulated by a giant, his legs twisted strangely, and then exploded like a balloon, blood spattered at the same time, and Tentacles grow out.

The tentacles twisted and entangled together, spiraled up, and kept getting bigger. Something broke out from the shoulder blade, and a pair of fleshy bat wings spread out. Hitting the ground, the trees were cut in half.

It didn't know what hit it again, there seemed to be a light in the forest, and the light suddenly radiated, Fujiwara Chisui covered the dazzling light with his hand, and let it go after getting used to it.

Lovecraft has disappeared, and a monster that can't even be called a lump of meat appears in the center of the open space. The shadow under the strong light is also terrifying, just like a demon in a movie.

Standing in front of this kind of thing, Fujiwara Chisui only felt that his San value was crazy.