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

"Since this is the case, there will be no last words, right?"

A deliberately indifferent voice sounded in the darkness.

The strand of long hair in Osamu Dazai's hand was ruthlessly confiscated, he curled his lips in the dark, and kept rubbing his fingers, as if missing the touch just now.

"Last words or something..." Dazai paused and muttered, "There are so many, Oz wants to hear it?"

"Snapped".

In the darkness, Osamu Dazai widened his eyes and felt a slight pain from the back of his hand.

Ozzy snorted and lowered his voice: "Don't be silly."

Dazai knew that Ozzy could see his movements, so he swore with one hand and closed the zipper with the other hand in front of his mouth.

Finally, after listening to a piece of persuasion, Ozzy encouraged himself from the bottom of his heart, he must not be soft-hearted at this time, and he must teach Dazai a bloody lesson today!Let him know what the dignity of an adult is!

There were a few strange sounds in the air, which sounded like sharp objects such as arrows passing by his ears.

Dazai listened to guess what Oz was doing.

I only heard Ozzy's voice continue to approach, and the weak air current hit his face.

If the lamp was turned on, it must be that pretty face that appeared in front of my eyes.Dazai felt a little pity, and felt amused by this pity, obviously he faced such a face every day, no matter what, he should get used to it.

Dazai's show of cowardice made Ozzy calm down a little, and he continued to ask: "Then do you know that you are wrong?"

Dazai thought to himself, if he really wanted to say something wrong, he probably couldn't count it all night.It's a pity that he will never show this kind of self-knowledge in front of Oz.

Dazai looked calm, with a little bit of appropriate grievance, and replied: "I know I was wrong."

Ozzy continued to ask: "What's wrong?"

"Where is it, where is it?" Dazai stretched his waist, his brows were full of difficult choices, "Can't Ozzy tell me?"

"You're still pretending to be stupid!" Ozzy stared angrily, raising his hand to knock Dazai on the forehead.

But considering that if he contacts Dazai now, he may be caught by the other party and fight back, it's better to keep a safe distance.

Thinking of this, Oz snorted again.

"Sophistry, pretending to be stupid, and talking poorly," Ozzy listed Dazai's behavior one by one, only to feel more and more angry, but Dazai looked unconscious, and even yelled, without showing himself at all. Putting it in the eyes means, "Dazai!"

Jumped by Ozzy's sudden increase in volume, Dazai was taken aback and almost fell off the bed.

He rubbed his ears: "Why are you yelling so loudly?"

Oz knocked on the edge of the bed with something, and there was a sharp sound, which made Dazai shrink back subconsciously.

Oz: "Hold out your hand."

Dazai secretly fumbled for the quilt beside him, slowly preparing to pull it on his body as a defense, and vigilantly probing: "What are you doing with your hand?"

Oz sneered, raised his hand and lifted the quilt to the side where Dazai couldn't touch it.

Dazai immediately put the pillow in front of his chest, hugging him tightly.

"Hand out!"

Although Dazai's movements seemed nervous, Ozzy just pulled lightly, grabbed his wrist, and brought it in front of him.

Dazai has already covered half of his face with a pillow, anyone who looks at him can see a trace of fake fear from him.

He didn't struggle, just kept reaching out, and said softly, "Are you going to cut off my hand?"

"In the Hong Kong gang, disobedient subordinates will have their hands cut off, otherwise they will not remember the lesson and will not obey the discipline."

"Will Ozzy cut it off too? Can I get another one?" Dazai's voice sounded distressed, but in fact he was frowning now, thinking very seriously about what would be left if his hand was cut off. It will only be more convenient.

In the end, he hooked his fingers and said with some frustration: "Forget it, since Ozzy likes this one, let's cut this one."

Oz stiffened his voice and straightened his hands: "Then what if I cut off both of them."

Dazai thought for a while and sighed: "Then I can only trouble Ozzy to feed me every day in the future. I don't eat much, so one meal a day is fine."

What Dazai said was pitiful, as if seeing the scene where he was abused by Ozzy in the future, Qi Qiran groaned and chirped a few times, not forgetting to tell Ozzy to move faster and find a sharp knife, otherwise If it hurts too much, he may not be able to help but cry out.

"I'm going to use that kind of blunt rusty knife, first swing it down on your wrist, and then the blade gets stuck in your joints, and you can't pull it out, so you can only pull it back and forth forcefully, severing every nerve in your body. Cut it off," Ozby made a chopping motion, thinking that Dazai would not be able to see it, and quickly put down his hand, grinning threateningly, "It hurts!"

Dazai shrank his neck, covered his face with the pillow, and said in a muffled voice, "...as long as you like it."

As soon as he finished speaking, the sound of the air being cut in the darkness came again, and a cold object brushed against Dazai's face, curling a strand of his short hair.

Ozzy pinched his four fingers that were closed together, and couldn't help loosening and tightening.

"Last chance, do you know it's wrong?"

Dazai poked his neck: "I don't know, cut it off."

Hearing a "pop", a long and thin pain came from the palm, and soon, this pain gathered a stream of heat and turned into a subtle swelling.

Dazai hugged the pillow even tighter.

The sound of the props used for punishment making contact with the palm rang rhythmically three times before it stopped.

Dazai Osamu's entire palm became hot.

"Do you know what's wrong?"

"I just don't know! If Ozzy feels relieved, just keep fighting!"

Some emotions in the darkness were magnified to the point that even Dazai didn't expect, he paused, and immediately closed his mouth, not intending to say anything again.

Ozzy was a little flustered when he heard the sound, and tried to pretend to be calm: "Hurry up and think about what you did wrong, or I will call you today until you admit your mistake."

"Hey, talk."

"Dazai?"

"..."

The tool used for punishment poked Dazai's pillow, and the person under the pillow moved to avoid it, but was still caught.

"Even in ancient times, beating and beating into tricks is not acceptable!"

Dazai's muffled and angry voice finally became clear.

And Oz, who was afraid that Dazai would be smothered to death by a small pillow, heaved a sigh of relief.

"What kind of torture is a trick?" Ozzy nodded Dazai's forehead, smoothed his messy hair, then lifted the short hair hanging in front of Dazai's eyes, revealing his smooth forehead, "Aren't you usually the best at saying those nice words? Is it so difficult to say something to coax me now?"

Dazai seemed to have suffered some great grievance, his eyes widened in the dark, and he said in disbelief: "I helped you out, blocked that woman for you, and you beat me when I went home, and now you still ask me to To coax you nicely?"

Dazai sniffed, pulled the pillow for a long time without moving it, and simply stretched out his hand in the dark, trying to push Ozzy away.

"You call this a siege?" Ozzy felt a little funny. It was obvious that the Dazai had bad intentions, but now the villain is the first to sue.

"She came to look for you, and I gave you a hand. Seeing that you didn't want to talk to her, I thought of a way to send her away. Didn't you benefit from it?"

"I'm still...forget it by you...forget it, I don't want to talk to you."

Oz couldn't laugh or cry, and froze in place after seeing something.

He was a little surprised, and easily grabbed Dazai's hand and raised it above his head, then used his index finger to tease the corner of Dazai's eyes.

Wet, wet?

Ozzy panicked, and when he touched the pillow again, he found a small wet trace.

It seems like just hitting the palm three times, right?

Ozzy looked at the pointer that was put aside in shock. It was prepared when he was teaching Dazai how to learn magic. --

"I, I just slapped my palm a few times..."

"Isn't palm hitting enough? Where else do you want to hit? Do you want me to prepare it for you and do it again!"

"I didn't, I didn't mean that..."

"You rely on me to spoil you, so you take the opportunity to bully me!"

Who is petting whom?Ozzy didn't know what to say, he was still blaming Dazai just now, but now the situation changed, and he looked at Dazai as a rascal.

But he couldn't say anything.

Oz lowered his voice: "I didn't bully you, don't..."

He paused, and said that wonderful word with a wonderful attitude.

"Don't cry."

Dazai stared fiercely at his eyes: "I was hurt by you, can't I just cry?"

"No, no," Ozzy had no choice but to grab Dazai's hand that was beaten just now, put it on his lips and blow gently, "Does it still hurt? Blow for a while?"

Dazai was silent for a while, and said in an unnatural tone: "What are you doing, it's disgusting."

All right, good and bad are all up to you.

Ozzy had a headache, just after he stopped moving, he saw Dazai pursing his lips, so he could only continue blowing on Dazai's palm in a pretentious manner.

"Still crying?"

"Who is crying, you are blind."

"...I cried, I cried."

"Oh, how old are you and still cry."

"..."

Oz stared into Dazai's eyes, seeing that his expression was indeed unnatural, so he slowly softened his voice.

"Don't push yourself too hard, I know you're trying to tease me today."

Dazai didn't speak, turned his head, and turned his profile to Ozzy.

"You can't do this next time, do you understand?"

"One more important point."

Oz turned Dazai's face away, and met his gaze in the darkness.

"I didn't know before..."

"In short, you are not an adult yet, you can't drink alcohol, you know?"

Dazai looked a little surprised, but also a little confused: "Is this why you are angry?"

is a little angry.Ozzy was silent, but it wasn't Dazai who gave birth to him, but himself. I blame him for not paying enough attention to this aspect. Dazai is still in the developmental stage, and the rule of this era is that minors are not allowed to drink alcohol.

He actually watched Dazai drink a whole cup with helplessly.

"What about you?" Ozzy changed the subject, pinched Dazai's face, and then lay flat beside him, "Why are you crying?"

Ozzy felt a heat flow on his shoulder, probably Dazai's face was pressed against him.

A suspicious voice rang in his ears.

"I don't know why, but I really feel a little wronged when I'm acting. You beat me because of a woman."

Dazai pursed his lips, closed his eyes, and covered them with Ozzy's shoulder.

There is also a slight sourness.

Dazai's voice sounded weak.

"Probably because it's too dark in here."

"I don't like the dark, I can't sleep."

As soon as Dazai finished speaking, a desk lamp emitted soft light.

Ozzy's eyes glowed in the lamp.

His smiling eyes are curved and extremely gentle.

"Then I'll light a lamp for you."

The author has something to say:

hateful!Written and written, let Dazai pass by again!

But with tears in his eyes and embarrassment, he used the pillow to cover his sobbing dazai, I can do it! (ooc warning!) (dangerous speech!) (strange play added!)