Russian Rice Ball Feeding Manual

"If you cry again, I'll kill you."

Dazai said with a smile.

"I guess you don't want to wake up Mingliu-kun either."

The baby suddenly stopped crying.

"Mingliu-jun is a good person." The woman's face was a bit melancholy, she seemed to be like this all the time, either ferocious or melancholy, "Why did you raise two little devils."

"Who are you? Do you know Mr. Mingliu?"

Then the woman recalled:

She was originally a writer.

The manuscript fee is not high or low, which is enough to live on, and the manuscript needs to be sent to the newspaper every week.Ever since Heaven and Man brought the computer, she has been typing at the desk all day.

Hair is falling out more and more day by day.

Fortunately, I also saved some manuscript fees.

finally--

She has no fire.

But she died suddenly.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo..."

While speaking, a lot of hair grew on the woman's head, and the old ones fell off and piled up on the floor.

After her sudden death, her soul lived in the computer, watching the newspaper editors come to mourn and pick up her unpublished manuscripts.Watching the news of my death occupy a small space in the newspaper, and watching my hut being taken back by heaven and man, and the computer being thrown to the merchant for resale.

Later, a celestial being said he wanted to buy a computer, and the unscrupulous merchant gave him the second-hand computer.

People didn't play computer much that day, and they couldn't turn it on at night, so no one knew that there was a fermenting wraith in this iron box.

She can only come out at night, from 11 am to 7 am, night coding time.

"Why do you blame others for your own affairs." Osamu Dazai snorted, "It has nothing to do with you that we use computers."

The woman's expression became a combination of ferocity and melancholy.

"How can a person play on the computer in the middle of the night!" She roared angrily, wishing she could hold Fyodor's ear and yell, "He will die suddenly!"

"What about it?" Fyodor asked, pointing to the weird baby in his hand.

"It? It's just a kid who pranked himself to death. Probably a child who hates all pranks."

"I see."

Fyodor rolled his eyes.

Under Dazai's playful gaze, he lightly pressed his fingertips and pressed the blade into the baby's carotid artery.

Violet liquid spurts out.

"May you be free from the chains of iniquity."

After staining the back of his white hand, he raised his hand, and his purple eyes moved down, as if he felt a little regretful.

The poor little thing fell to the ground, still twitching, unable to quite die.

It was already between life and death.

Sin is breathing, sin is thinking.There is no life, so why maintain it.

He is just redeeming.

......

The woman swished into the computer.

Half of his head poked out from the screen emitting blue light: "You, you, you, you don't want to catch me!"

The blue light is also off.

She was so scared.

"Dazai-kun, why did you let her go?"

Osamu Dazai let go on purpose.

"Ah, her hair fell out so fast I missed it."

Dazai raised the hair in his hand, glanced at it, showed a slightly disgusted expression, and then threw them all on the ground.

"Next time, I already know what they are anyway, so they're not scary." Osamu Dazai retreated leisurely to the door, "Fyodor-kun isn't afraid of ghosts, is he?"

He went out.

And closed the door for himself.

Perhaps due to the fading power of the ghost, the imprint on the side of his ear has disappeared.

Yet the baby did not disappear.

It struggled on the floor, its bluish-purple blood was almost running out, it couldn't speak, its intelligence was even lower than when it was a human, it could only babble and yell, rolled to Fyodor's feet, and used its twisted limbs touch him.

Poor pathetic creature.

It seems that even the emotion of hatred is gone.

Fyodor knelt down, clutching the dirty knife in his thin, pale fingers.

You can cut its carotid once, and then a second, a third, until it's gone.

Give it blissful silence for the gods.

The author has something to say: ——This is the sand carving text, the daily sand carving text, the daily sand carving text.

Say the important thing three times.

But the protagonist is Fyodor, and he is not a normal person. Sure enough, there can only be one person who vomits black mud in the text. If Dazai also vomits black mud, um...

May the world be well, Amen.

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