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

Oz looked at Dazai's back in the distance outside the window for an unknown amount of time, and when he regained consciousness, he happened to meet Dazai's smiling eyes.

The afterglow of the setting sun made Dazai's bye look extra soft and slender.

Compared to Dazai when he was still in the Port Mafia, now he looks thinner because of his height or other reasons.

It could also be simply not eating well.

Oz remembered Dazai saying he had no appetite, so eating wasn't something he cared about.

Dazai didn't show any surprise when he realized that Ozzy was watching him from the car, as if he had noticed Ozzy's gaze very early on, but he never said it out loud.

He turned his head and waved to Ozzy.

Under the setting sun, golden waves appeared on the sea surface, which made Ozzy's eyes a little stinging.

He vaguely saw Dazai opened his mouth to say something, just happened to be hit by a huge wave, and the sound of the waves covered Dazai's voice, so Oz could only shout at Dazai: "What did you say? I didn't hear !"

Dazai laughed so hard that he swayed, and walked towards the car crookedly.

He didn't open the door either. He just lay on the window of Ozzy, where Ozzy was lying on his stomach just now, and watched Ozzy's evasive movements thoughtfully.

"Didn't you hear?"

Oz hesitated: "...Well, did you say something important?"

Dazai tilted his head, and said seriously in a teasing tone: "It's a super important thing!"

Oz couldn't help but concentrate, waiting for Dazai to repeat what he said outside the car just now.

"This matter is..." Dazai opened his mouth slowly, seeing that Ozzy was concentrating on it, and then smiled "puchi", "Let's have dinner at home tonight, what do you think?"

"Eat, eat at home? Okay..." Ozzy didn't react for a moment, his eyes widened, "Is this the super important thing you said?"

Dazai walked back to the driver's seat, leaning on the seat, in a great mood, and tapped his fingers on the steering wheel: "Of course, cooking for Oz is the most important thing for me right now. Something happened."

There was a gleam in Dazai's eyes.

Time has changed the former boy into an appearance that Ozzy is not very familiar with.Obviously the former Dazai would lie on his shoulders, then stretch out his hand from his waist, and secretly pinch the stir-fried vegetables in the pot.After eating, you should comment bluntly and pay attention to the heat or seasoning.

All in all, there is a lot going on.

but now……

The current Dazai felt more like a harmless hunter, bringing the food in front of the prey, and kindly attracting the prey to eat.

But how can a hunter be harmless?

Oz's Adam's apple rolled up and down, and he would rather stare at the sea outside than to meet Dazai's gaze.

Strictly speaking, Dazai's apartment is not actually his property, but the staff dormitory of the Armed Detective Agency.

The old-fashioned building looks the same, and even the decorations in the room are full of Japanese style.

Like paper lampshades, doors and windows, and small tatami tables, the area is small but complete.

Ozzy stood at the door looking around.

The layout of this apartment is completely different from Dazai's house before, Dazai didn't even turn on the lights when he went out.

"The salary of the detective agency is only enough for me to live in poverty. If the lights are kept on, the monthly electricity bill will give me a very headache."

Seeing Ozzy's doubts, Dazai poked his head over, pulled off his shoes and walked over to put them on again.

"Suddenly it occurred to me that something was missing at home. I'll go out for a while. Is it okay for Ozzy to be alone at home?"

"Use this time, you can take a good look at my room, such as whether there are pornographic books under the bed, whether there are daily necessities left by women in the bathroom, etc."

Dazai's voice disappeared into the corridor.

To be honest, Ozzy never even thought about erotic books and women's products.

Thinking about it carefully, the only female in the Port Mafia in the past seemed to be the lady named Hongye?Dazai didn't have any contact with women at that time. Could it be that in just a few years, he could still become a playboy?

Ozzy stood in the living room for a long time before moving towards the study.

"Excuse me." He pushed open the door of the study.

Sure enough, as he expected, Dazai's bookcase was neatly arranged with three layers of publications about fancy "suicide".

There is also a red book spread out on the desk. On the top page there is a delicate mushroom drawn. After looking carefully at the line next to it, I realize that it is a mushroom so poisonous that one bite can go to hell.

And on this page, Dazai drew a small mushroom next to the mushroom. Magic mushrooms flying in the sky.

Probably because the species are different, so what Dazai ate was actually a mushroom that can make people temporarily hallucinate.

Oz sighed deeply.

I don't know if the old woman who collected scraps is still there. If the books in this bookcase are sold, Dazai won't have to worry about the electricity bill for this month.

In addition to the study, Ozzy also visited other rooms by himself-in fact, it was just a bedroom and living room.

The quilt in the bedroom was folded and placed in the corner, and when you smell it carefully, you can still smell a bad smell. It seems that the quilt has not seen the sun for a long time.

Ozzy pushed open the bedroom window, barely letting the smell fade.

Except for the traces that the study room had been used again, the other places were so clean that Oz couldn't believe it.

It's tidy, but it's more like it's not used often.

He touched the hollow of the sofa cushion and sat down by himself.

The sofa cushions were very low, and Oz crossed his legs, imagining that Dazai was sitting here, and he could see the scenery outside the window next to him.

Oz lay prone on the low table in front of him, and his hands unconsciously reached the bottom of the table.

"..."

He glanced towards the door with some guilt, then lowered his head and looked under the table.

I want to engrave my own name on it, but if it is discovered, it would be too embarrassing.

But I just want to leave something in Dazai's house.

Finally, when Dazai came home, Ozzy happened to finish his last strokes.

"What are you doing?"

"No, nothing."

Ozzy sat up straight and brushed his fingers over the trace of the flower he had left.

Fortunately, Dazai didn't intend to ask further questions, he just shook the plastic bag and placed it in front of Ozzy.

Hearing the sound of ping-ping-pong-pong coming through the plastic bag, Oz poked his head and took out a can.

"beer?"

Oz's surprised look made Dazai laugh out loud.

He turned and walked towards the kitchen: "Is it strange? You told me not to drink it when I was a teenager, but now I can drink some."

Also, it's not impossible.

Ozzy stared at the can, his eyes collided with desire and hesitation.

It's not that I won't let you drink it, it's that I don't quite believe in myself.

Oz rubbed his throat, unable to forget his painful experience of being downed by a glass.

The food that Dazai served at the end was not complicated. According to him, the bottom material was a finished product bought in a convenience store. You only needed to wash and process the vegetables and meat and put them into the bottom material before eating.

Ozzy stared at the steaming pot to confirm that there were no poisonous mushrooms in the book, and then picked it up with confidence.

With a "click", Dazai pulled the ring of the can with one hand, and the sound of bubbles boiling sounded particularly refreshing.

He lifted the can and took a small sip.

"Where's Oz? Would you like a bottle?"

"No more?" Reason finally defeated desire, and Ozzy rejected Dazai's proposal.

"That's right, after all, you're the kind of guy who faints after taking a sip of red wine."

"One sip, at least one cup, okay?"

"It's a pity that Ozzy can only watch me drink."

Dazai squinted his eyes, not at all trying to persuade Oz to drink with him.

The steaming pot blurred Dazai's expression, and made Ozzy relax slowly.

There were more and more soda cans piled up at Dazai's feet. Dazai chatted with Ozzy from the beginning, and then he only supported his face and stared at Ozzy's face with slightly drunken eyes.

"Drunk?" Oz hesitated, stretched out his hand and shook it in front of Dazai, and Dazai grabbed it accurately.

Dazai sneered and kicked the can: "That's it? How could you get drunk?"

In order to show that what he said was true, Dazai also purposely extended his chopsticks into the pot and caught a pea floating on the surface of the soup.

Unfortunately, before he could raise his chopsticks, the peas fell into the soup again.

"You still say you're not drunk?"

"Okay, just a little dizzy."

"What! I am a drunk person, and I laughed at me before saying that I can only have one drink."

"It's a sip."

"Don't speak!"

Dazai laughed until his body trembled, and Oz took the opportunity to withdraw his hand.

Dazai raised two index fingers and made an "X" in front of his mouth, indicating that he would follow Ozzy's instructions, and began to shut up.

"By the way, didn't you ask me what I said to you outside the car before?" Dazai shook the beer bottle, leaned on the sofa, his eyes became more and more confused.

Ozzy wanted to grab his bottle, so he stared at him seriously: "You said you want to go home for dinner together."

"It's not actually this."

"Eh?"

Oz was taken aback, seeing the narrow smile on Dazai's face.

Dazai spat out one syllable slowly: "Yes, lie, you."

He said while taking a sip of wine.

"Actually, it's not that."

"What's that?" Oz asked.

In the meantime, Dazai stretched out his index finger to Ozzy, and quickly hooked it.

Before Oz could get close to him, he grabbed Oz by the collar and brought Oz in front of him.

The wonderful aroma of the wine combined with the smell of Dazai's body, and Ozzy held his breath involuntarily.

"What I want to say is..." Dazai paused, "This beer is really delicious."

"You obviously went to buy beer after talking!" Realizing that he was being tricked, Ozzy poked Dazai's head fiercely angrily, until the back of his head was against the sofa so that he could sit still.

Dazai laughed again: "Shouldn't you ask at this time if this wine is really that good?"

Oz: "Why would I ask such a question?"

Dazai: "Oh! Just ask!"

Seeing Dazai approaching, forcing his head onto his shoulders, and beginning to act like a spoiled child skillfully, Ozzy had no choice but to not care about the drunk.

"All right, this wine is really so delicious?"

Dazai looked up mysteriously: "It's really delicious."

He took another sip, his expression so exaggerated that he was so comfortable that his whole body seemed to go limp.

"I didn't expect Ozzy to be so curious about wine."

"What did you say, okay, okay, I'm curious."

"Since you are so curious, then kind Mr. Dazai will help Oz solve this problem."

"Ah? Ahh?"

After finishing speaking, Dazai lifted the can and drank the last sip of beer.

He was so close to Oz that Oz could see his Adam's apple as he swallowed and could hear the gurgling of the liquid as it passed through his throat.

The next second, under Ozzy's gaze, Dazai squeezed his chin.

A strong beer aroma erupted from the tip of the nose.

Something Wen Wen pressed against Ozzy's lips, he stared, his brain was temporarily unable to think because of the smell of wine, and he could barely see the eyes of Dazai who was looking at him.

His eyes, which looked like jewels under the sun, unexpectedly shone with a deep light at this moment.

It doesn't look like the eyes of a drunk person at all.

──What is that?

——Could it be dear...

Before Ozzy thought of struggling, he felt something hooking his lips lightly, and then he attacked like a bamboo, easily repelling the defense line he hadn't established yet.

The slightly cool and irritating liquid passed through the mouth, and Ozzy instinctively prevented them from entering the body, but was forced to swallow the unknown liquid when his tongue was rolled up.

It cannot be said that it is unknown.

At the moment when the brain was confused by alcohol, at least Ozzy remembered the name of the wine on the can.

Feeling that the person under him softened his strength, Dazai finally let go of the restraint.He didn't know when he had changed from sitting next to Ozzy to one with Ozzy pressed between him and the sofa.

"Drink it down?"

Knowing that he was asking the question knowingly, Dazai could tell that Ozzy's eyes were different from his own, they were the eyes of a really drunk person.

He shook the can, and there was still the last layer of liquid in it.

"Are you still drinking?"

What answered him was Ozzy's confused blink and silly smile.

"That is to drink."

Ask yourself again.

The corner of Dazai's mouth curled up in a satisfied smile.

He poured the beer into his mouth again, and then pressed against Ozzy's lips, lightly pried open Ozzy's lips, and entangled with him delicately and slowly.

In this regard, Dazai showed extraordinary patience.

Whenever Ozzy shows the slightest sign of struggling, he will try his best to appease Ozzy's emotions until Ozzy stays quietly under his body again.

He unbuttoned Oz's chest, saying that he wanted to cool off the hot vampire, but in fact he salivated at the natural snow-white skin of the vampire, and then bit his neck hard, It's like long-awaited.

Accompanied by the pain in the neck, there was someone's hand protruding from the hem of the clothes. It was floating around Ozzy's waist, enjoying the ultimate silkiness, and at the same time, the tip of the index finger kept touching Ozzy's tail. The vicinity of the spine was provoked, causing Oz to involuntarily lean his waist forward.

Ozzy's nerves were activated by the pain for a second, but when he realized that it was not someone else but Dazai, he immediately fell into a state of confusion.

Dazai was still buried in himself.

Oz patted him on the back dully: "Ta, Dazai...are you hungry?"

Dazai didn't answer, just stared at the string of teeth marks for a long time, then showed a disappointed smile: "Ah, it really can't."

"The teeth, the fangs... hiccup, can't come out again?"

"It's not that we can't get out." Dazai's fingertips circled around the tooth marks, and Ozzy shrank his neck from itching, and he turned his face away domineeringly, "It's because he was lost by a villain."

Ozzy's expression became more and more confused: "No more?"

Dazai nodded: "No, why don't you bite me again."

Ozzy shook his head and refused, and said seriously, "I can't bear to bite you."

"...Then what should we do?" Dazai's tone sounded a little heavy as he didn't know what to think of. He rested his head on Ozzy's shoulder and sighed deeply.

Dazai seldom showed such a tired look, he had never thought of accepting his fate, but at this moment, it seemed that he had to bend down under the pressure of fate.

It's a pity that Ozzy's alcohol-numbed brain failed to pick up so much news.

He just had a vague feeling that Dazai's mood was not right—he could always detect changes in Dazai, which made Ozzy very proud.

"Aren't you happy?"

"Yeah, Ozzy wants to know how to make me happy?"

"I know, you will be happy to take the lucky stone off your hand."

"That's not it."

"no?"

"Ah."

Dazai answered decisively. He pointed to the door of the bathroom, and his smile was full of emotions that Ozzy couldn't understand.

"Let's take a shower together."

Oz didn't think there was anything wrong, since Dazai said so, he stood up and walked towards the bathroom.

Dazai's voice came from behind.

"According to previous experience, you will definitely remember what happened when you wake up tomorrow."

"Ozzy, if you say tomorrow you don't remember anything, I don't mind doing it all over again."

"And what I said to you outside the car before."

Osamu Dazai smiled, stood up, and walked up to Ozzy whose eyes were still confused.

"It's something that Dazai wanted to hear from Oz."

——Do you know what that sentence is?