After becoming a blood clan, he did everything possible to seek death

The cause of Dazai Osamu's fever is unknown for the time being, and it was just a matter of washing rice. The young man who had been a little tired before fell into the depression of the sofa and closed his eyes.

Ozzy walked carefully to Dazai's side, and put a thin blanket on him. Just two seconds after he turned off the desk lamp, he heard the whimpering sound from the boy's throat.

Thinking that Dazai might be a child who is afraid of the dark, Ozzy adjusted the brightness of the desk lamp to the minimum before returning to the kitchen.

Crabmeat that was torn into small pieces was added to the slow-cooking pot, and no other seasoning was added. Ozzy remembered that when Mi Douzi took care of the injured, he used such a simple bowl of food to soothe pain.

He stared fixedly at the small white smoke floating on the pot, and did not move for a long time.

Humans are complex creatures, and just steaming food can make them look like they've got a panacea.

It's complicated, but it doesn't seem that difficult to understand.

Ozzy flicked his hand in the air, and a book with yellowed paper appeared in his hand.

He sat on the sofa closest to the young descendant, and the slender branches growing from his sleeves struggled to pull back the blanket that had slipped from Dazai's shoulders.

This is what Dazai saw when he woke up.

The man exuding a soft aura around him used his fingertips to lift a strand of long hair that had fallen on his forehead, but it didn't take long for the long hair to fall to the corner of the man's mouth again like a naughty ghost.This time, the man just quietly turned a page of the book, not bothering with his messy hair.

Under the light, a hazy sense of light enveloped the man, and he silently blended into this always cold house.

Half of Dazai's face was buried in the soft blanket, the exposed eye was narrowed, and he keenly found a trembling seedling.

It is so thin that it only needs to be folded lightly, and it can be turned into two pieces, but even so, it still stubbornly stops in front of him, blocking the blanket that tends to slide down.

Dazai looked at it for a long time, and finally couldn't help blowing on it, seeing how it was swaying in the air, secretly raised the corners of his mouth.

Children who play tricks cannot escape the fate of being discovered by adults.

When Dazai took his attention away from the seedling, Ozzy had already noticed that he had woken up at some point, and at this moment those smiling eyes were staring at him.

The book on his lap was closed, and Ozzy came to Dazai's side, covering his forehead with his hands.

The temperature in the palm of his hand dropped, and Ozzy breathed a sigh of relief.He saw that Dazai seemed to be having a good time, so he didn't put away the seedlings.

Dazai turned over, and the seedling was close to his face, scratching his chin with the blade.

Dazai tilted his head lazily, turned the seedling several times with his fingers, and then looked at Ozzy with curious eyes.

"What is this? Vines?"

"When the seedlings of roses grow up, they will produce white roses."

Dazai let out a brief "Oh", held the leaves of the seedlings in front of his eyes, and shook them gently: "So there were no thorns when I was young."

Ozzy nodded and said, "There will be thorns when you grow up, so I can't play with you when the time comes."

Dazai snorted softly, as if he was dissatisfied with the phrase "play with him".

"Then plant it downstairs. Maybe when it grows up, it can try the suicide method of hanging itself with rose branches. What do you think, vampire?"

Not knowing where he had offended the moody Dazai again, Ozzy raised his eyebrows, and didn't comment on this returning title, but just pushed the book in his hand in front of Dazai.

Dazai blinked: "What is this?"

Oz replied, "The magic book."

Seeing the surprise in Dazai's eyes, he explained: "Because you were transformed by the blood of the ancestor, I think you should also be able to learn magic, so I plan to try to introduce you to it."

Dazai: "Is there any magic that can kill oneself happily?"

Oz: "No."

Dazai, who suddenly lost interest, sat up from the sofa, bypassed Ozzy and his magic book, and walked into the room with a stretched waist.

The clothes on his body were wrinkled, and he wanted to change into something more comfortable.

Unexpectedly, he just opened the door of his room and let out a sound of exclamation.

"Wow!"

Oz moved when he heard the sound, and saw Dazai slumped to the ground, with balloons filling his head one after another.

Because of the large number of rabbit-shaped balloons, some of their ears were folded to the face, and some of them could only see a rope, and the rest were squeezed into the innermost part by other rabbits.

It looks like they swarmed out after Dazai opened the door.

Oz opened his mouth, not thinking for a while how to face Dazai's eyes that were so shocked that he seemed to be looking at a mentally handicapped child.

In the end, he could only touch the back of his head and whispered "Happy Children's Day".

Osamu Dazai got up from the ground and grabbed a balloon string casually. Unexpectedly, this action completely loosened the balloon stuck at the door of the room, and in an instant more balloons rushed out of his room.

He hurriedly hid aside, as if he was hiding from some dangerous object.

"You bought this?"

The exaggerated tone made Ozzy a little confused whether Dazai liked it or not.

After hesitating for a while, Ozzy looked away and replied in a low voice: "No, it was prepared by Zhongye."

This is not a lie, it is indeed bought by Zhongye.Oz coughed a little guilty.

And Dazai, who pulled out the box of cakes from the pile of balloons, didn't notice the strangeness of Ozzy at the moment, his expression was even more shocked, lying on the table in the room, his face was almost stuck to the pink box.

Dazai, who was staring at the cake box, calmed down for half a minute before pointing at the cake and looking at Ozzy in disbelief.

"Chu also prepare this for me?"

Osamu Dazai's palpable disgust forced Ozzy to nod again.

"Could it be a bomb inside?"

He put his ears on the box, and after he didn't hear the sound, he shook the inside vigorously.

Ozzy didn't have time to stop it, he could only watch the cake box in Dazai's hand turned upside down several times.

Oz: "Ah..."

Dazai finally opened the box, revealing the messy cake inside.

The strawberries that were originally placed on the top of the cake had fallen to the innermost part of the box, and the delicate cream had also covered the inner wall of the box, revealing some of the cake embryo.

"Cake..."

Ozzy hesitated: "Don't you like it?"

Dazai didn't answer Ozzy's question, but instead showed a strange expression: "It's a little disgusting. He may have taken the wrong medicine, or there is poison in it."

Oz: "Oh..."

He couldn't understand the bond between the young descendant and his friend, but what he cared more about was that this gift didn't get Dazai's favor.

Even said to be hated.

Sitting at the dining table, both of them were hesitant about what to do with those balloons, as well as the cake that Dazai decided to throw away and was put in the refrigerator by Ozzy.

"Why can't you just throw it away?" Dazai swallowed a big mouthful of crab meat, his voice was indistinct, "Then use your magic to transform them away."

Ozzy stirred the spoon for a while, and thought of his magic book: "There are related spells taught in the book, and you can deal with them yourself after you learn it."

"What if you can't learn it?"

Oz took out the pointer he had ready.

I heard that the current magic school lecturers use this to teach students.

He tapped the table with his pointer.

Dazai's eyes became strange: "So you like playing this kind of game?"

Oz was at a loss: "What? If you don't study hard, I'll hit your palm."

After he finished speaking, he thought for a while, and then changed his words: "Teach you three times, and you won't be able to fight again."

"This slap hurts."

Dazai's eyes became more complicated, he couldn't tell whether it was regret or other emotions, anyway, Oz didn't quite understand.

Dazai's phone vibrated in his pocket, he took it out to light up the screen, and then showed it to Ozzy.

"But Mr. Mori has other tasks to teach me," Dazai shifted the responsibility to his boss, "I probably don't have time to learn your magic."

"There have been robberies on the streets of Hong Kong and Heilongjiang recently. It will take me a lot of time to investigate clearly."

Seeing Ozzy also began to hesitate, he narrowed his eyes in satisfaction, and only thought of sending a text message to Chuya before putting the phone back.

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--What are you doing?You bandage waste device!

——Squeezed flat balloon.jpg Messy cake.jpg

——You hate Oz so much?I see you get along well, don't you?

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Dazai raised his head, as if thinking of something.

"...But if you take a little time to read this book, it shouldn't be a problem." He pouted, and his chopsticks were bitten by him.

"Well, let's eat cake for supper later."

Seeing Dazai's back quickly leaving and squeezing into the balloon pile, Ozzy's brows and eyes were full of doubts.

Today's Dazai is too moody to understand.

The author has something to say:

I saw a little sister in the comment area asking why Dazai had a fever, hehe, this is actually related to the incident later, it’s not a common cold caused by falling into the water, hehehehehehehehehehe