How I was forced to be the villain

The waiter waited respectfully outside the curtain with a tray. From the half-transparent curtain, the figures cuddling together could be seen. The waiter only took a light glance and dared not look any more, staring obediently at the ground.

Osamu Dazai embraced the beauty with his slender waist in his arms. He leisurely played with the corner of the beauty's clothes, and asked almost dotingly, "What number do you like?"

The gentle and deep voice makes people feel like spring breeze.

"1." The beauty leaned her head lazily on his shoulder, not caring about the details, and didn't even care that the collar was too wide open, and the clear collarbone, which was as white as jade, was exposed to the air.

There is always someone who if you give him a bottle of wine, he will drink it up with his head up, unrestrained and coquettish.

If it had been placed in Heian capital thousands of years ago, it would probably have received quite a few letters from noble women. The kind of letter paper that was incensed and boasted first and then wrote the location and time, the time must be late at night, and the location is naturally the woman's backyard.

Who made the marriage in Heianjing still walk away?

Even if it was placed 500 years ago, it would not be much worse, perhaps even worse.

Mr. Tsushima glanced lightly at the person leaning on him, and asked, "Why did you choose 1?"

"I don't like to be inferior."

The implication is to only be the first.

Mr. Tsushima raised his eyebrows, then called the waiter who was waiting outside, picked up the pen and paper on the tray and wrote something.

The waiter looked at the nose and the heart from the beginning to the end, and waited for the written paper and pen to be put back before bowing and leaving.

Kyono Yan didn't care what the people around him wrote. The game here can make a rough guess even if he doesn't say anything. This will lead to lack of energy, and he yawned sleepily.

"Are you sleepy?" The people around him asked while pulling up his collar, thought for a while, and put his coat on him again.

"Ah."

"Then go to sleep, I'll call you later," paused, and added, "Don't worry, I won't do anything." As he said, he loosened the hand around his waist, and his vacant ring with.

Jing Yeyan wanted to laugh a little, what else could he do to him, pull him to die for love?

The two are so familiar, they have faced each other tit-for-tat, and they have cooperated a lot. Surrounded by the familiar atmosphere, Jing Yeyan can't raise his guard.

But Mr. Tsushima is similar, even if he only has this face, he has to be more tolerant, let alone not only the face.

The breathing from the person in his arms became deep and long, and he didn't move at all.

It was like a dream to be able to be like this now, and even he himself wondered if it was a hallucination caused by eating poisonous mushrooms. Anyway, this was not the first time.

Only the temperature transmitted through the thin clothes and the slow heartbeat can make him realize clearly that this is a genuine existence.

If time could stand still at this moment...

Jing Yeyan is not very safe in his dreams. He relies on his brain for food. He has developed more brain areas than ordinary people and has the strongest innate mental power to support him to make a lot of calculations. He can command warships, troops, and wars. High-speed and large-scale calculations are required, and spiritual power is the extension of human beings, which can break all the impossible and create miracles.

But to what extent it can be achieved is also a very metaphysical matter. It is said that it is related to people's willpower and desire, but so far no one can fully understand it.

And Jing Yeyan doesn't need to figure it out, he has already filled up the value of the column of will long ago, he is born with unmatched mental strength, and fine manipulation of the spirit like eating and drinking water.

However, in order to fight for a miracle, his spirit was severely injured, in short, it hurt his brain.

This is much more serious than the trauma on his body.

The machines running at high speed stopped suddenly, and the overflowing lake suddenly dried up, and I knew there would be big trouble.

He can't do things that require a high degree of concentration now. Fortunately, this is not a permanent trauma, and it is enough to take it slowly. It is best to sleep more, because people can better repair their bodies in their sleep.

But these are not the most important thing, the serious thing is - eating sweets is not good recently, there seems to be something wrong with the sense of taste, maybe it has something to do with the nervous system, in short, it makes Jing Yeyan feel unmotivated.

In his dream, he ate all kinds of fancy snacks wantonly, but they were tasteless. Thinking that it would take some time to recover from this situation, he was absolutely heartbroken.

Coupled with the humming and throbbing brain, he couldn't help frowning when he fell asleep.

Warm and cool fingers gently caressed the corners of his eyes, and there was no trace of moisture before turning to stroking his back, with a sense of comfort.

"feeling bad?"

After a few seconds, the sleeping person hummed unconsciously twice, sounding a little aggrieved.

Anyway, that's how it fell into Mr. Tsushima's ears.

He pursed his lips tightly and took a deep breath, as if trying to suppress something, he clenched and loosened his fingers, repeated several times before returning to calm.

I don't know how long it took before Jing Yeyan woke up amidst the noise.

It was time to announce the lucky winner.

He was a little drowsy just after waking up, he half-closed his eyes, and looked outside empty-handedly.

The cup was brought to his mouth, and the steam covered his face.

When he woke up, his lips were indeed a little dry, but Jing Yeyan didn't drink from the water glass handed over, but asked, "Is there any Coke?"

He snapped his fingers more skillfully than the guests around him, waited for the waiter to wait at the door, and said slowly: "Have a bottle of Coke."

The tone is calm, but there is a natural command.

The kind of order that only makes people take it for granted and obey subconsciously.

The waiter also bowed quite naturally, ready to follow the customer's order, and took a step, only to realize that the voice seemed to be not the customer inside, but their staff, so he came back and waited for a while, and the customer inside also Without making a sound, he continued to finish his work.

But Jing Yeyan didn't remove the water glass from his mouth, and the guest who was leaning on him as a pillow didn't have any complaints, and said casually but could not refuse: "You look cold, would you like some hot water?"

He paused, and then smiled, "Yanyan?"

Kyonoyan was stunned by the twisted and drawn-out call.

She resisted and said, "Don't call me that."

"What's that called?"

The other party's obvious teasing made Kyonoyan's eyelids jump, so he said, "You can also call me brother."

But he overestimated the opponent's lower limit.

Mr. Tsushima said cheerfully: "Brother——Brother~"

He procrastinated on the two syllables for a very long time, and pronounced each syllable very clearly, like a spoiled child.

Jingyeyan: But, damn it, it sounds a little nice!

With such skill, the person in charge of recording the numbers opened and read each note. When he opened a certain note, he paused, glanced at Jing Yeyan vaguely, and then put it back as if nothing had happened. After tidying up all the notes, the little ball that was grabbed from the box was also held in his hand.

The person in charge said loudly: "Today's lucky number is - number one!"

Hearing the familiar numbers, Kyonoyan suddenly became sober.

No, he doesn't want to win this kind of game at all!

When the person in charge came with a few waiters, he said respectfully and flatteringly: "Congratulations, Mr. Tsushima, the prize is over there, please come with us."

Mr. Tsushima ignored them, and patiently held the water glass, "You really don't want to drink?"

Kyono shook his head.

It's not that I don't want to, but I feel that this posture is a bit... ambiguous.

Mr. Tsushima didn't force any more, he drank it all by himself, stood up, and ordered: "Bring his Coke."

Standing up with Jingyeyan, the person in charge asked with a complicated expression: "Are you going to take him?"

Mr. Tsushima looked calm, "Is there any question?"

"No, nothing."

Kyonoyan squinted his eyes, and his scrutiny fell on the waiter's face, without rejecting it.

The two waiters looked very envious, not the kind of colored envy, but the deep burning heat.

What makes them look this way?

He obediently followed the guest's side to fill the vase, and at the same time memorized the escape route, sighing in his heart, if he couldn't use his brain too much, he would have figured it out a long time ago.

I didn't know where to turn, and the person in charge carried an extra cage with mice in his hand.

When Kyono Yan felt tired again, an elevator appeared in front of him.

As he thought, there is another mystery in the underground here. As soon as he got on the elevator, he found that it was a special elevator. It could only go down, and it could only go to a fixed floor underground.

There is a wall when you get out of the elevator, which is not very scientific from an architectural point of view, but Jingye Yansuan understands that no matter whether it is above or below, it is trying to hide the whole picture, so that people can only see a corner no matter where they go.

Although there were ways to go on the left and right sides, the person in charge groped around the wall, and a door opened in the middle of the complete wall.

Behind the door is another long corridor, and at the end of the long corridor there is a heavy door, like a bank vault.

After opening the door, the inside was empty, only a table covered by a transparent cover, and the thing protected by such layers was a delicate and retro small bottle.

"Sanguinesancts." The person in charge spat out complicated words, and the foreign language had a mysterious taste.

Kyonoyan looked at him sharply.

The person in charge subconsciously backed away from the cold eyes, and after hiding, he himself was a little confused, not understanding what this person was looking at him for, nor why he felt fear in a flash.

However, a mere pet can't escape the organization's grasp anyway, so he didn't pay much attention to it, but continued to say: "Clean up the filth and resurrect the dead. This is the blood with divine power and the most precious treasure of the organization. I can walk today." Coming here represents the leader's trust and love for you, and this time the prize is a drop of divine blood."

Seeing that the other party was unmoved and even gave his attention to the person next to him, the person in charge smiled as expected.

Which one of the people who came here was not arrogant, and in the end, they all fawned on him like a dog?

He did not believe in the gods that could bring the dead back to life.

The person in charge smiled strangely, and the mouse cage that he had been holding in his hand came in handy. He took out a knife and nailed it to the mouse's body neatly. Toss it to the waiter.

Mr. Tsushima had a cold face with displeasure, and looked at the person in charge with cold eyes, "What do you mean?"

"Master Tsushima, don't worry." The person in charge slowly opened the glass cover, picked up the small bottle carefully, opened it, tilted it slightly, and dropped a drop on the little white mouse.

A miraculous thing happened, the mouse, which was so cold, even moved, and after a while, it came back to life.

Jing Yeyan stared at the little white mouse for a while, then looked away, and said in his heart, "It's fake."

The mouse is dead, it is dead and has not been resurrected. As for the "miracle" in front of it...it is very likely that it is a trick of the illusionist.

The person in charge looked at Shuji Tsushima triumphantly, wanting to see his cracked expression, raised his head, and held back the words that came to his mouth.

The black-haired young man's expression was indifferent, and there was no fluctuation at all.

This is impossible!

The person in charge screamed inwardly.

Anyone who sees such miracles must pay homage to them.

Not reconciled to driving him to look at the person next to Mr. Tsushima, a mere pet, he must be shocked by this miracle, it must be greedy and fanatical.

As a result, he took a closer look and froze halfway through laughing, with a lump in his throat.

The weak young man looked around, more interested in the walls than the blood in his hands, the person in charge clearly read boredom from his eyes!

Fortunately, Mr. Tsushima spoke up and comforted him.

"You mean I can get a drop of blood too?"

The person in charge lowered his face and said, "That's right."

Mr. Tsushima smiled, "That's great, give it to me now?"

This remark relieved the person in charge a lot, only when the two people were introverted, he replied: "We will keep it for the time being. Of course, when Master Tsushima needs it, he will definitely deliver it in time. Only by putting it here will he not lose it." effective."

Mr. Tsushima looked at the person in charge in embarrassment, and sighed under the expression of the other party's resolute expression, "Okay."

"Well, we have some hors d'oeuvres to come, please go this way."

Kyonoyan was going to figure out the underground structure. Most importantly, he actually needed Mr. Tsushima now, so he continued to put vases, but actually built a simple model of this building in his mind.

The person in charge looked at their backs, sneered, and threw away the exquisite bottle.

The bottle shattered to the ground, and bright red liquid flowed out.

A fetish that brings the dead back to life?He didn't believe it before, and now... naturally he doesn't believe it either.

Just another prey caught in a trap.