Are you a gravity user too?

The air that was so dull that it seemed to freeze and the noisy voice made Izona frowned. He opened his sleepy eyes, and the aging electric light perfunctorily cast dim light on him on the ceiling, which could barely make him feel tired. He looked around.

There were four people around him, all of them were thin and thin men with lingering sorrow in their brows and eyes.The three were leaning against three walls, and the remaining one was standing in front of the only glass wall, with his hand still pressed on it, and his back looked full of unwillingness.

Perhaps there is another thing in common, that is, they all only wear close-fitting clothing.Izanashe swallowed, quickly looked down, and then quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

Although the coat was gone, the shirt and trousers were still on.It's just that the red umbrella that he has been holding has disappeared.She moved his wrist casually, he wasn't quite used to it without that weight.

I blame myself for being too careless, and actually fell asleep in the car.Thinking of this, Izanasha moved his body and moved closer to the wall.

"Excuse me……"

"There's nothing to say, don't even think about going out when you come here." The man sitting by the wall with his chest crossed didn't wait for Izanashe to finish asking, and then he closed his eyes irritably, with a hint of sarcasm at the corner of his mouth. Laughing, "It's not right to say that, it's okay to go out."

The man's cloudy eyes opened, and Izanasha was surprised by the despair inside.This reaction seemed to please him, and the man continued: "Then it's time for you to bid farewell to this world."

"Stop talking, someone will come to save us!" The young man standing on the glass wall stretched out his fist and slammed it hard, without causing any cracks on the other side.The man murmured: "There will definitely be, I can't die yet, my girlfriend still..."

"So what about your girlfriend, is it possible that you still want her to save you?" The man sneered, he raised his finger and pointed to the locked door in front, pushing aside the ruthless facts in a sad tone: "Those three people in front of me have already died, went out from there, and never returned."

"What will happen if you are taken out?" Izanashe said.

He couldn't remember anything, so he couldn't be sure if an enemy wanted to kidnap him and threaten his relatives.If not for this reason, then only...

"Organ trafficking."

The man spit out these words, and wanted to continue to say something, finally sighed, and began to close his eyes and rest.

Me, is this considered abducted?

Izanashe touched Sleepy's short hair, the situation should be worse, it seems that he will be killed.

He also walked to a corner, hugging his legs and curling himself up.I don't know if it's because he just arrived here, but he has no sense of crisis at all.

The door was firmly locked, the surrounding environment was not very good, and the unpleasant smell surrounded the surroundings, and She tried not to think about what they were.There was no food residue on the ground, and judging by the haggardness of the other people, there was a high probability that no one came to provide three meals.

She closed her eyes and leaned her head against the wall, yes, there is no need to give food to the dying.

He himself should have no problem, but I'm afraid those few people won't be able to hold on.We can only wait for the prisoner to come to open the door next time to figure out a solution.Izanashe looked at his hands, which were slender and fair, and couldn't imagine how he could escape with those weak-looking hands.

The white-haired boy continued to lean against the wall and didn't talk to others. At this time, no one should want to be taught by a child.

About a dozen hours later, Izanashe couldn't keep track of the time, because he fell asleep again in the middle, and was awakened by a loud noise.

When he opened his eyes, he saw the young man knocking on the glass excitedly, and the people by the wall also woke up.The young man shouted for help with all his strength, and the thick dark circles under his eyes could not conceal the joy of being rescued on his face.

Within a few minutes, the door opposite the glass wall was kicked open, hitting the door frame with a dull sound.

The first person to rush in was a white-haired boy who was startled when he saw the situation in the room, and then loudly called out his companion's name.Then the man named Kunikida who came in approached this side with his slender legs, pursed his lips and knocked on the glass wall, probably thinking about how to break it.

The last man in a sand-colored trench coat also ran in.Looking at Izanasha, Osamu Dazai obviously paused, probably he didn't expect this to be the case when they meet again.

She raised her hand to greet him naturally, at this moment she heard the sound of squeaks, and the nozzles on the ceiling kept spraying white spray, accompanied by the screams of several other people.

The white mist became thicker and thicker, and the shouts of those people became smaller and smaller, and finally there were only dull coughs and bodies writhing from time to time.

Seeing this scene, Izanasha clutched his chest, feeling flustered.

The poisonous gas did not cause any harm to Izanashe. His eyes fixed on the young man closest to him. The sadness in his black pupils was like a helpless victim about to be completely submerged in a swamp. She couldn't help but want to pull Hold that hand.

If it goes on like this they will die.

Izona took a deep breath, he looked down at his hands, the white hands were particularly conspicuous in the milky mist.

It is really too much to let so many people die in front of oneself.

There was only this thought in his mind. Izanasha, who was driven by an unknown force, closed his eyes. The last thing he saw was the pale face of the man named Kunikida. The man stretched out his hand and shouted anxiously, wanting to get closer. But Dazai and the boy held him tightly and dragged him out of the room.

The dazzling glare pierced through the white mist, and then there was a huge blasting sound.

Maybe it was because the sound just now was too loud, Kunikida Doppo only felt that the silence was terrible now, as if there was nothing in the opposite room.

With the poisonous gas and the explosion, the fate of those people was already doomed.

Kunikida Doppo got up from the ground, supported the wall and walked inside again. He raised his hand to wipe off the blood on the glasses, but the more he wiped the blood away, he took off the glasses and realized that it was his tears that were blurring. out of sight.

"It turns out that Kunikida-kun can cry too. If I don't record such a scene, I will definitely regret it forever!" Dazai's annoying voice sounded again, and there was the "click" sound of fearing that the world would not be chaotic.

The man in the photo is in a state of distress, the wound on his forehead is still bleeding, he has no expression, his face is surprisingly pale, and he is looking at this side with red eyes.

"What a wonderful photo~" Osamu Dazai shook his phone, shrugged his shoulders under his partner's murderous eyes, stopped teasing him, turned around and asked, "Aunt, when will the ambulance come?"

"About 5 minutes." Atsushi Nakajima moved the phone away from his ear and heaved a sigh of relief.

Only then did Kunikida regain his sight, he looked into the messy room, there were neither scattered stumps nor large pieces of blood, only flying debris and a few people lying on the ground safely.

The white-haired boy in the corner was still shining, the light scattered from him, and firmly covered the rest of the people, as transparent as glass but indestructible.

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