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

There is an old-fashioned gramophone in Dazai's office, and the long tone is being emitted from the mouthpiece like a trumpet flower.

The black film was held against the body by the silver needle, tremblingly spinning round and round, the music brought by the needle was mixed with subtle noises, if it was heard by a professional, it would definitely shake its head frequently, but now, who They didn't bother to pay attention to those vague sounds.

What Dazai Osamu said was not a trick he used to get in touch with Ozzy. Ozzy understood this when he first guessed Ozzy's feet and showed a slightly annoyed expression.

This made Ozzy's interest in educating Dazai even higher.

It's a pity that a student who is stupid in magic is actually good at dancing.

Oz just took Dazai around three times in the cashmere carpeted room, and found that Dazai dominated the clenched hands.

The teacher who was led to dance by the students was not used to it. Just as he wanted to stop, he was dragged around by the students, and then stuck to the students' arms amidst the music.

This is a basic movement, where the dancer leans on the chest of the male dancer, and then the female dancer's calf hooks the male dancer's waist, and slowly slides down the arms until they bend down together. Bu half lying on the arm of the male step, while the male step is infinitely close to the profile of the female step.

Dazai squeezed Ozzy's arm, sending a questioning hint to the elder who was as tall as himself.

The person who had to look up at the beginning, now only needs to lean forward a little, and the two of them can touch the tip of their noses.

Just thinking about this scene made Dazai feel impatient.

It was like the anticipation that filled his heart when he stood at the head of the bridge and saw the sparkling water for the first time.

Throwing into the river...

Dazai was a little lost.

And at the moment when he lost his mind, Ozzy seized the opportunity to increase his strength and let them return to the rhythm of circling.

Ozzy avoided Dazai's questioning gaze, and explained somewhat unnaturally: "If you get too close to a woman you meet for the first time, it will make people feel that you don't respect her."

It is not without reason that reserved ladies may not necessarily like this kind of passionate dance.

Most women should like the feeling of being slowly eaten away by love.

Ozzy silently cheered for the reason he had found.

However, Dazai is not an easy-going lamp, he only needs one glance to see the joy hidden in Ozzy's eyes.

So he let Ozzy have fun, and waited until they spun and turned, and the hand on Ozzy's waist increased and slid down.

By the time Ozzy realized something was wrong, a tingling sensation had already extended from his lower back to his thighs.

Oz: "?!"

Dazai's eyes flickered with tiny light, he wanted to shuffle Ozzy's neat hair, but unfortunately he couldn't do it.

"Hurry up, raise your legs."

"Didn't you promise to teach me? Why isn't Mr. Oz serious at all?"

Subtle dissatisfaction is mixed with obvious coquettishness, but Oz, who just eats this set, inadvertently acquiesces, and Dazai learns what it means to push an inch.

Just the tangled calves alone was Oz's greatest concession.

Dazai understood the bottom line of the thin-skinned guy in front of him, so he simply leaned over, gently pressed Ozzy's cheek for a second, and then loosened the restraint on the elder.

The music ended just right, so Ozzy, who was about to get angry, could only go back to the small room sullenly.

Clever Ozzy learned to lock the door, although he didn't know how exquisite the lockpicking skills of his students were.

He didn't give Dazai another chance to break in, and the blood clan who hurriedly changed his clothes returned to the light in a very short time, the descendant had already turned off the record player, and sat quietly on the carpet.

The curtains were completely drawn back, the sunlight pouring from the window shone on Dazai's face, the blurred halo softened his brows and eyes, and miraculously calmed the anger in Ozzy's body.

Dazai's well-behaved appearance is really distressing.

Although many times this cuteness is just an illusion he deliberately made.

"What are you looking at?" Oz came to Dazai's side, imitating his movements and sitting cross-legged on the carpet.

The carpet warmed by the sun was soft, and they sat in the light, looking at the long list in Dazai's hand together.

Dazai glanced at Ozzy, and there was a flash of regret in his eyes. He spread the list between the two of them and said, "It's the assassination list."

Oz was startled, and just about to persuade Dazai not to continue this kind of work, but the moment he raised his eyes, he looked into the smiling eyes of the other party.

"Don't tease me." Ozzy pinched the tip of Dazai's nose as punishment, and snorted angrily.

Only then did Dazai beg for mercy in a buzzing voice: "I won't do it next time. This is the banquet invitation list. Mr. Mori asked me to see if there is anything to add."

He pointed to the names of the few people in front and gave a brief introduction.

For example, high-level politicians, financial tycoons, and the Supernatural Secret Service Division that also took root in Yokohama.

Although they also invited many guests who were also members of the mafia, even people who were enemies could be invited, which was beyond Oz's expectation.

It's as if Wu Mi was invited to the celebration of the Ghost Killing Squad, it's weird.

But looking at Dazai's calm eyes, it seemed that he didn't think there was anything wrong with this list.

Sure enough, this is the assassination list, right?

Oz's eyes were full of doubts, but Dazai didn't seem to care about his eyes, he threw the list in his hand on the ground and got up from the ground.

Before Oz could keep up with his movements, he saw Dazai, who had his back turned to him, fall backwards.

"Wow!" Ozzy quickly reached out to pick it up, and Dazai, who was smiling all over his face, fell into the middle of his legs in a daze, "Dazai! This is very dangerous!"

Dazai leaned in Ozzy's arm and stretched, raised his eyelids and smiled at Ozzy.

"But that's not what your eyes said at the time."

Seeing that Oz was a little puzzled, Dazai smiled.

"On the rooftop," he looked up at the ceiling, the sunlight made him squint his eyes, "I ask you, can your magic keep up with me."

"Your eyes tell me you said you would."

After that, Dazai blinked playfully, and looked at Ozzy again: "Ozzy, can I ask you a question?"

He didn't wait for Ozzy's consent, so he let his shadow stab into Ozzy's pupil.

"Is there really something to pursue even if you prolong your painful life?"

Dazai stretched out his hand and lightly touched the side of Ozzy's face.

The moment he closed his eyes, he felt the warmth covering the back of his hand, and the soft itching in his palm.

At this moment, Osamu Dazai looked extremely tired, but there was a smile in the corner of his eyes.

Ozzy couldn't answer his question, but he didn't seem so confused anymore.

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