How to put on the character of Wen Haozai in front of Buteizai

The sultry feeling filled all the senses, as if being locked in a small sauna room, the whole body was hot, and the breath was full of warm water vapor.

Wu Zhenzai felt that he was interlocking his fingers, dancing in the small empty room.

Both of them are excellent dancers, there is no doubt about it, but if you want to dance an excellent dance, pure experience and talent are not enough.

The so-called practice is not to advance but to retreat, and the same is true for dancing. Because of the lack of co-dancers who are in tune with each other, there is no dance for a long time, and the memory originally engraved in the deep muscles gradually fades away.

Their movements became rusty.

But it doesn't matter, because some things are imprinted in the blood.

The feeling of unfamiliarity that had not been practiced for a long time gradually disappeared in the cooperation again and again, and their dance steps gradually became more and more harmonious, and they began to find the most leisurely rhythm one after another.

After mastering the basic dance steps, in order to make the story hidden in the dance more vivid, they added some extra little surprises.

Jumping, dancing, spinning... Osamu Dazai saw two budding cherry blossoms in spring, so he picked up the flowers on a whim, gently caressed them, and watered them with the nectar that promotes growth.

The cherry blossoms bloomed more brightly as he imagined, so he waited silently, waiting for the moment when the fruit was formed.

But dancing is essentially a very exhausting thing, and even Buteizai, who is an experienced dancer, can't support it.

Sweat gathered into small streams, gurgling and winding down, making the fatigue in the muscles more obvious.

They wanted to refuse and stop this dance together, but they were forcibly suppressed by their peers, and they took their steps again for possible future performances.

How firm his footsteps are, no matter how chaotic the surrounding environment is, he can bypass those obstacles with great flexibility and move on.

Dancing is addictive, even though the limbs are already full of fatigue, but under the firm and tough guidance of the dancers, Wu Zhenzai followed his footsteps again.

They started a brand new dance song written by Sue.

How can there be no matching music for such a graceful and beautiful dance step? !

So they, who are talented, began to write music to match the dance steps during the interval between dancing.

The music was inconspicuous at the beginning, but their crooning echoed faintly in the dance steps, but gradually became higher as they gradually advanced to the more intense second half, complementing the same increasingly enthusiastic dance steps...

After the dance together, Butengzai fell limply on the bed, staring blankly at the blank ceiling directly above.

At this moment, a fluffy head approached from the right, and when he turned his head to look, he saw a face that was smiling at him apologetically.

"What are you doing? I don't want to move now~" Wu Detective Zai said lazily, pushing away the hand that touched his waist and abdomen at some point.

At this time, he was fully awake, well, to a certain extent.

Seeing Takenzai, who was paralyzed by Xianyu on the bed, Osamu Dazai approached him with a smile again, and excitedly hugged the quilt on the hospital bed and rolled over.

That satisfied look is really a bit of an eyesore.

Wu Zhenzai thought so, and then drove Dazai Osamu who occupied most of the hospital bed mercilessly, "You are too an eyesore, disturbing my rest!"

Not to mention how ruthless the disgusted look of waving his hands was, he couldn't tell at all that the invitation to the fierce battle before was sent by himself.

Osamu Dazai who was kicked out of the bed sat down on the floor, staring at Buteizai on the bed innocently and innocently as if he didn't know anything.

Seeing this guy who got cheap and acted like a good boy, Wu Jingzai laughed angrily.

He patted the bed sheet casually, then lifted his hand from the bed in disgust, touched the napkin on the side of the bedside table and wiped off the liquid on his hand.

"What about those materials?" Osamu Dazai asked suddenly.

Wu Zhenzai wiped his hands as if he didn't hear anything, and then picked up all the crumpled sheets and messy quilts, rolled them up and threw them on the ground.

After tidying up all the things that could be packed, Buteizai, who was sitting on the mattress, crossed his arms, cast a glance at Osamu Dazai, and then went to touch the clothes that he had kicked to the foot of the bed.

While putting on his clothes, he said nonchalantly: "I've already arranged it, and we can go and get it by ourselves tomorrow night."

"Where's the guard?" Osamu Dazai asked.

Putting on his clothes, Wu Detective Zai yawned lazily, "Didn't you already arrange it? Just use that handsome guy to lure people over."

And no matter how you say it, that guy is an undercover agent of the police. Even if the handsome guy and the person behind the handsome guy were caught, he would not attack them casually according to the other party's sense of justice.

After all, that handsome guy was indeed being used without knowing anything.

"Then what about those deals?" Osamu Dazai took out a mobile phone from Buteizai's pocket, turned it on, and began to read the little things the other party had investigated in the past few days.

Buteizai snatched the phone back from Osamu Dazai, and started composing emails with a "da da da".

After pushing away Osamu Dazai, who had become clingy for no reason, he said calmly, "Leave that to the little slug. I think he will be looking forward to knowing his true origin."

"By the way, how is the stylist who helped you with the hairstyle?" Takenzai asked Osamu Dazai enthusiastically as if he had suddenly thought of something.

Osamu Dazai rested his chin on Buteizai's shoulder, and said casually: "It seems to be in good condition, and it doesn't seem to be affected at all. The missing former dean shouldn't have much to do with this matter."

"Sure enough..." Takenzai chuckled, then pinched Dazai Osamu's cheek, "It's well protected..."

"If that's the case, leave him alone and call Yu Xie Ye over."

"I have already got the information about the girl who fell from the building. Let Kunikida-kun take Dun-kun to the KTV tomorrow night."

Osamu Dazai, who talked about most of the work, sighed softly, muttered "It's almost finished~" and then lazily slumped on the hospital bed and shouted: "Ah, I don't want to move anymore! "

Listening to these words, Buteizai lay down together, leaning side by side with Osamu Dazai with his hands under his head, showing a sleepy look.

"Oh, oh, it's unbelievable that I have worked overtime for so long."

He yawned for a long time, half-closed his eyes and fell into a drowsy state: "Let the president inform the military and police, and they can be arrested directly the day after tomorrow..."

Baptism day in church...

The most popular day in town...

Ah? ! !

Seeing Takenzai falling into a drowsy sleep, Osamu Dazai gently opened a corner of the window of the hospital bed, and then took away the quilt and bed sheet that had been thrown down in a ball before.

Although I really want to burn all the evidence of this crime with a fire, it is the public property of the hospital after all, and I can't mess with it casually, so Osamu Dazai can only carry them to the cleaning equipment provided by the hospital in the middle of the night pitifully. Room.

But before doing these things...

Dazai Osamu sniffed the smell of the sheets and the quilt cover, and made a face of vomiting when he was smelled, and then decisively threw the sheets into the bathroom equipped with the suite.

This smell is so fishy! ! !

Thinking of this, he turned on the tap, and then the sheets and quilt were soaked by the water pouring down from the high shower.

Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap...

After soaking in the water for a few minutes, Osamu Dazai stretched his feet into the bathtub, stepped on the bed sheet and quilt cover a few times, and then pulled out the plug in the bathtub, and took out the bed sheet and quilt cover after the water was drained Twist casually a few times.

After confirming that it was no longer possible to see what had happened on the bed sheet and quilt cover before, Osamu Dazai threw it into the side frame with satisfaction.

Going out with the basket in his arms, Osamu Dazai's mind automatically appeared the plane map of the hospital he had seen before, and then he hummed a little tune briskly and walked towards the destination.

"What's the matter?" The hospital staff looked at Osamu Dazai who came over in the middle of the night and asked.

Osamu Dazai waved the basket in his hand, then tilted his head in distress, and said, "I bought a bottle of Coke when I was having dinner, and after I brought it back, I left it on the bedside table without finishing it. As a result, my brother accidentally hit the coke on the bedside table when he woke up in a daze..."

After saying these words, Osamu Dazai looked at the staff member pitifully, and the next result could be imagined directly without him needing to elaborate.

It was nothing more than that the can of Coke was hit by the patient who had just woken up, and then the little liquid left in it was all spilled on the hospital bed.

The bed sheets and quilt covers are definitely not usable any more. As for the mattress...it depends on how fast they rescue it and how many Cokes are left.

The staff took the basket from Dazai Osamu, and after looking at the wet sheets and quilt covers, they knew that this person had already dealt with it in advance.

He nodded to Osamu Dazai, and then stuffed the sheets and quilt cover into the washing machine on one side.

"Which ward are you using? Let me record it." The staff reached out and took down the marker book hanging on the wall and asked Osamu Dazai.

Osamu Dazai tilted his head, pretending to be remembering, and then said in an uncertain tone: "If I remember correctly, it seems to be Room A-317?!"

Is suite A—317 a separate one?

The staff quickly recorded it, then looked up to Osamu Dazai and said: "There are replacement sheets and quilt covers in the cabinet in the ward, you can use those tonight."

"Well, I see, thank you doctor."

Osamu Dazai nodded with a smile, said goodbye to the staff, and opened the door to leave the room.

After returning to the ward, Osamu Dazai sniffed the air for the almost dispersed smell, then opened the backpack he carried with him, and took out a can of Coke from it.

After drinking the Coke in a few sips, he crushed the aluminum Coke can and threw it into the trash can.

Then he walked to the cabinet on the left side of the ward, took out the quilt cover from it, glanced at the hospital bed where Wu Zhenzai was sleeping, and then glanced at the accompanying sofa bed that needed to be carried and unfolded by himself.

There is a ready-made bed, and a fool spends his own efforts to do things!

Dazai Osamu who thought this way resolutely abandoned the white sofa bed beside him, and threw himself on the hospital bed beside him with the quilt.

Takenzai, who was sleeping soundly, but was disturbed by someone, frowned, opened his eyes with difficulty, and said to Osamu Dazai who was looking at him with a smile: "What are you doing?"

"Let's sleep together~"

Osamu Dazai begged pitifully, "It's really tiring to make a sofa into a bed, so I don't want to do it!"

"Anyway, everyone is Dazai, and nothing will happen, so let's sleep together!"

Looking at this unusually thick-skinned Osamu Dazai, Butaizai turned his head and let out a disdainful "Pooh".

Nothing will happen, what just happened? !

I believe you ghost! ! !

The author has something to say: Ahhhh! ! ! !

How to write this paragraph in a subtle but straightforward way, my whole body is about to be abolished, but it is finally finished.

Hmm, I need some time to calm down, it seems that cp can't be changed anymore!

Woohoo, obviously I didn't want to choose Shuangzai at the beginning, my original intention was obviously biased towards Shuanghei Taizhong. . .

How did it become like this?I really shouldn't want to see Wu Jingzai's brush-grabbing skills!

Sure enough, everything was Dazai's fault! ! !