Russian Rice Ball Feeding Manual

However, before the next day, it must be night that came first.

Fyodor dropped the computer at exactly 10:30, opened the door of the room, turned sideways, and let Osamu Dazai in.

"It's great to have a computer." Osamu Dazai sighed first, then suddenly bent down to look at the bottom of the bed.

—Naturally nothing.

Under the empty bed, there is only dust left in the dead corners, and the freshly swept floor is clean.

"Dazai-kun, even you can't help it?"

Fyodor scanned the blue and black handprints beside Osamu Dazai's ear, and subconsciously put his finger on his lips.

"Why not try your crime and punishment?" Osamu Dazai replied lightly.

"If even your disqualification in the world is useless, crime and punishment will naturally have no effect." Fyodor smiled softly, with black hair hanging down the side of his face.

Ignoring the others and looking at the face alone, it is easy to think of a docile lamb or something.

"If Disqualification in the World is really that effective," Dazai Osamu became annoyed, "then things like my time travel shouldn't exist at all."

"That's not necessarily true, what if it's the power of..."

"Fei Jia and I haven't met before, right? How do you know about my supernatural ability?" Osamu Dazai changed the subject nonchalantly.

"Then how did Dazai-kun know about crime and punishment?" Fyodor asked back.

Five minutes passed as the two teenagers played riddles in circles.

Still no solution.

They didn't even think about going to Ming Liu to solve it.In fact, being bound together to solve problems like this already made them very uncomfortable.This thing beyond supernatural power and beyond common sense is really a headache.

"What should I do?" Osamu Dazai sat down on the bed with a snap, and the soft mattress bounced back.

"Why don't we start from the source of the problem." Fyodor sat on the computer chair and turned around, his whole body almost nestled in the chair. "What was Dazai-kun doing at that time?"

"sleeping."

Fyodor's eyes were clearly written: I don't believe it.

"Okay." Dazai raised a hand, "I'm planning to play a prank."

With his other hand, he lightly pressed somewhere on the bed twice, the springs in the mattress creaked, and a jackknife popped out with a click.

The tip of the knife is upward, shining brightly.

"It's just a small prank, Fei Jia doesn't need to worry about it."

Fyodor was silent for a moment: "Mr. Dazai is really ingenious."

"So, the clues now are, bed, child, prank. Computer, woman, long hair."

Summary is over.

"The answer is obvious." Dazai replied, "But, who will do it?"

"I'm not well."

"I'm not good at physical skills."

"Then I will deal with children, Dazai-kun will deal with women." Fyodor held out his hand, "Give me the knife."

"You're so ruthless, Fyodor-kun."

He threw the knife over.

The pointer quickly reached 11 o'clock.

Osamu Dazai sat on the computer chair, holding the mouse and playing web games boredly. The pixel-style villain moved around and made exaggerated sound effects when he touched the prize.

He didn't seem to notice that there was a strand of black hair flowing in the shadow of the keyboard.One end of the slender black hair was raised like a snake, and when Dazai pressed the keyboard, it flew out and wrapped around his slender fingers.

"Caught it!" Osamu Dazai was not surprised, but pulled his black hair out until he pulled a woman's head out of the computer screen.

She had too much black hair, and it fell out as it grew, and Osamu Dazai lost a lot of it in his hands during the process of pulling it.

Disgusting and scary.

With her shoulders stuck in the screen, Osamu Dazai could only grab her hair and force her to look up at him.

Looking at him with a haggard, somewhat human-looking woman's face, she screamed sharply: "You...you will bring retribution!"

"I'm not the only one here!"

"You mean it?" Fyodor said flatly.He carried a small thing in his hand, and held a small knife in his left hand, pressing it against its neck. The tip of the knife had already pressed into the skin, and a trace of blue-black blood overflowed.

The female ghost's words were choked back, and there was a moment of silence on the field.

The thing in Fyodor's hand "wow" made him cry.

The author has something to say: Obviously I like Wen Ye better than Dazai and Fei Jia. I can write chapter after chapter on their dialogue.