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

Osamu Dazai will stand on the tallest building in Yokohama, only a few centimeters away from the glass that can see the whole city.Many times when witnessing this young Hong Kong black cadre standing there, everyone would wonder if he wanted to just jump off like this. After all, even living in Yokohama may be a painful thing now.

But Osamu Dazai just stood by the window, looking at his palm.Sometimes he can just stay alone for a day in silence.

Everyone knew that the young cadres who were seriously injured and comatose seemed to be a different person after waking up.

Mori Ogai never showed his distress on his face. When his subordinates came to report on their tasks, he always told them with a smile: everything is under my control.

And whenever he and Osamu Dazai were left alone in the room, he would sigh deeply.

Mori Ogai drank the black tea at hand, because he was very busy with work, Alice had already gone to play elsewhere by herself.

"Dazai, the time to rest is very precious. Even I can't help but feel jealous when I see you wasting such a good opportunity."

Osamu Dazai blinked his eyes after a long time, held his palm weakly, and then let go immediately.

His exposed eye had turned red.

"what."

There was his dry response in the air.

Mori Ogai sighed again. After putting down the teacup, he crossed his fingers and raised his chin, with a very distressed expression: "Dazai doesn't even talk much recently, if you need to talk heart-to-heart, you can bring it up at any time."

"Talk?" This request is really strange.

Mori Ogai read this accusation from Osamu Dazai's eyes.

But Osamu Dazai still chose to respect the leader's request, turned around, turned his back to the sky, and started his heart-to-heart conversation: "It's very strange, Mr. Mori, I feel very strange."

Mori Ogai raised his hand, signaling him to sit on the sofa in front of him, but Osamu Dazai ignored his invitation.He could only answer: "Are you surprised that Yokohama has been turned upside down after waking up?"

Osamu Dazai denied it.He thought Mori Ogai was a little silly.

He first expressed his attitude: "It doesn't make any difference to me how Yokohama is or how the world is."

"I just feel that there is a wall in front of me," he pointed to the floor-to-ceiling windows in Mori Ogai's office, "I have observed that there is only one layer of glass, and it has been nullified with abilities, but there are Something is blocking me."

There is an urge to jump down from a high place.

Osamu Dazai's voice became lower and lower: "Not only there, but also other places. That thing makes me very puzzled."

He looked at Mori Ogai, and put forward his guess: "Have the rules of the world changed? God has begun to allow suicide?"

Mori Ogai curled his lips, but there was no smile in his eyes: "How could you have such a bold idea?"

Osamu Dazai was thoughtful: "The world has not changed, and these behaviors seem to be allowed."

After a few seconds, he suddenly realized: "So that's how it is. It only hinders me, and it only blocks me...It's really bad, but the ability nullification doesn't work on it. Could it be something else? I can't see it. Ghosts of the West? Magic of the West?"

His voice faded away, and he was about to return to his own world.

But he suddenly raised his head again, with a puzzled expression, but his tone was affirmative: "I lost something."

That was the strange feeling that had surrounded him since he woke up from the dream. Whenever he opened his empty hand, there was a feeling of mud and sand accompanied by sea water, being carried away by invisible waves.

Even though there was nothing in his hand, he could feel the passing, feeling being hollowed out a little bit.

And the anger that something was taken from me.

Osamu Dazai opened his blood-red eyes, staring closely at Mori Ogai who was not far away from him, not letting go of every subtle expression of the other party - even if the crow's feet at the corners of his eyes twitched, or he was 1/ 16 seconds of heartbeat.

He didn't know that Mori Ogai's back was soaked in cold sweat at the moment he was staring at him.

Osamu Dazai was sure that Mori Ogai knew what he was being taken from.

He needs an answer, but Mori Ogai can't tell him.No one can be easily trusted.He can only find it by himself.

Sure enough, Mori Ogai had no intention of telling him.

He just had a relaxed expression and leaned on the sofa uncomfortably.

"Dazai, do you still remember when you first came to Hong Kong Hei?"

When Osamu Dazai was first picked up by Mori Ogai, he was still a little boy, and Mori Ogai was just the personal doctor of the former leader of Hong Kong and Black.Then he was brought to the former leader by the personal doctor, witnessed the whole process of the killing of the former leader by the other party, and became a witness that "the former leader gave up the position of leader to Mori Ogai before committing suicide".

For a long time, Mori Ogai's office was in his dilapidated and small clinic.

At that time, Dazai would sit in front of his experimental table and start mixing unknown and highly toxic potions.

Although Mori Ogai never allowed him to drink those things privately, he still took a small sip of the surface of the potion when the other party was relaxing.

That time, Mori Ogai put down the work at hand, with stubble all over his chin, squatting in front of Osamu Dazai while frustrated.

Osamu Dazai remembered that the temperature of the stethoscope was icy cold.

Mori Ogai, who had listened to the heartbeat for 3 minutes, sighed helplessly at the innocent little boy in front of him: "Dazai, you can't control the heartbeat like this, this is a necessary physical examination."

Yes, Osamu Dazai was able to control his heartbeat at such a young age. He might be panting one second and his heart was exercising violently, but the next second, he could bring himself to an extremely calm state, just Like a corpse about to be pushed into a freezer.

Now his control ability has weakened.

Osamu Dazai clutched his chest.

Smart people never need to specify what they are talking about, they can read the meaning of the other person.

Mori Ogai knew that Dazai remembered the thing he wanted to mention: "Have you noticed the difference between you and the past?"

Yes, I noticed it.

Dazai thought.He couldn't control the speed of his heartbeat.

It was as if a fixed value had been added to his heartbeat, and it was always beating so slowly, as if nothing could speed up his heartbeat, not even anger.

Such eternal calm left him with nothing to look forward to.

"Because you became a vampire, under the conspiracy of that person."

Osamu Dazai looked at Mori Ogai, without any emotion in his expression.

That night, he walked out of the Hongkong Building for the first time.

The entire city of Yokohama is divided into two parts, one is a safe area within the Hong Kong black territory, and the other is a no-man's land where zombies are rampant.

Although the economy is depressed, there are still necessary facilities, such as the lupin bar hidden underground.

By default, the bar surrounded by Hong Kong black cadres is still the same as usual for the time being, but the stock in the wine cellar is already running out, and almost no one else comes to drink except for the shop owner.

When Osamu Dazai arrived at Lupine, apart from the boss standing at the bar, there was also a man whose face couldn't be seen clearly sitting on the innermost seat of the bar.

The old-fashioned phonograph played a song he had never heard before. The boss said that it was given to him by the customer in the corner.

Osamu Dazai swung the ice cubes in his glass: "Who is that guy? I don't think I've seen it before."

The shop owner wiped his hands on the table for a while, then rolled his eyelids and glanced at him: "Don't you know?"

Osamu Dazai raised his eyebrows: "I should know?"

The boss ignored him, turned around and mixed a glass of unknown wine.

A layer of blue syrup is suspended on the transparent liquid. When they pass through the transparent liquid, they will form beads and then slowly fall to the bottom of the glass.

Osamu Dazai hadn't finished the wine in his hand, but there was only a single glass of fruit juice in front of the guest sitting in the corner.

"Is this what you mean by asking me to hunt for beauty?"

The syrup is still falling, like a countdown.

Osamu Dazai stared at it in a daze, and when he came back to his senses, he had already brought this glass of wine to the guest.

The innocent guest probably didn't expect that under such circumstances, there would be someone who would have the intention to strike up a conversation. When Osamu Dazai opened the seat opposite him, the noise made made the guest crumpled the book in his hand in fright.

Osamu Dazai raised his face: "Looking at the menu at the bar?"

The guest whispered: "I just picked it up to have a look."

Dazai Osamu: "It's so chaotic outside, you still have the heart to watch this, it seems that you want to cook food for important people."

The guest was silent for a while, closed the book, and got up to leave.

Osamu Dazai put the glass of wine presented to him by the boss on the guest's table: "Please drink."

The guest was distracted looking at the wine, his eyes were a bit complicated, but he still obeyed Osamu Dazai's advice and sat down obediently.

"It's the tears of an angel."

Osamu Dazai was not interested in the name of the wine, he lazily took up the topic: "It's kind of like tears to say it this way, it's really strange, why didn't the boss give me wine, I'm a regular customer, right?"

Without waiting for the guest to answer, he continued: "Are you really not going to drink? The tears are going to run out."

Usually, there is no one who chooses to sit at the bar without drinking.Osamu Dazai's thoughts were a little slow, and he began to think about what reasons should be used if someone wants to shirk this glass of wine.

Like "I'm allergic to alcohol" or something?

Nonsensical thoughts swirled in his mind in a mess, and he planned to drink the glass of wine by himself if the person in front of him refused.

The guest really refused: "I didn't bring... the wine glass."

Novelty reason.

Osamu Dazai raised his eyes: "You still have to bring your own glass when you drink?"

"Well," the guest never met his eyes, "there is a special wine glass."

Osamu Dazai: "It looks like a very precious cup."

The guest is not very good at chatting, so he only responded in a low voice, as if he was waiting for Osamu Dazai to bring up the next topic.

Osamu Dazai sighed: "I originally wanted to verify the identity of the vampire...Hey, are you really not going to drink? It's a waste, and I don't know if I can wait for the next guest tonight."

The guest didn't understand what Dazai said, and asked hesitantly, "Wait for the next guest?"

"That's right," Dazai replied naturally, "No way, don't you know the rules when you come to the bar?"

"You can't drink the wine given to you by a stranger. If you drink it, it means you agree to spend the night with him."

"Can people who don't know their names spend the night casually?"

"It's just a one-night/love affair, we're all adults, so it should be fine."

Osamu Dazai drank the wine in his glass, a little surprised at the jerkyness of this guest.

What to do, I don’t feel any hunger at all, I don’t want to suck blood and can live in the sun, and I don’t respond to garlic, am I really a vampire?Except for these red eyes.

Dazai Osamu's messy thoughts hadn't dissipated before several suppressed questions came from his ears.

Yes, question.

The strange guest was looking at him with aggrieved and sad eyes. He didn't seem to expect that he would raise his head suddenly, so the emotions in his eyes were clearly seen by himself who was the best at reading people's hearts.

The guest who turned his head quickly pursed his lips, and asked him with lowered eyelids after a while: "Anyone can do that kind of thing, how can it be like this?"

The blue beads of Angel's Tears almost all fell to the bottom of the cup.

Osamu Dazai suddenly felt a sense of urgency.

This feeling came from nowhere.

With a thirsty throat, trembling fingertips, and unconsciously watching the guest's eyes, Osamu Dazai immediately thought of his desire for food as a vampire, but after careful identification, it seemed to be related to eating. The needs are different.

This should be a more complex and adult feeling.

Osamu Dazai is proficient in people's hearts, he has already reached the height of knowing what you are thinking just by looking at you.

And this night, he learned his rhetoric without a teacher, and it was the most advanced kind.

As the tears of the angel sank completely, he grabbed the wine glass, mixed the syrup and alcohol together, and then took a light sip.

It is an inexplicably nostalgic liqueur.

I always feel that I have been drinking somewhere.

He took another sip, and after the sweetness passed through his throat with a slight pungent taste, he put on a deliberate drunken expression and grabbed the collar of the guest.

"Of course not everyone can."

Osamu Dazai approached the guest.

Long hair, extremely delicate facial features, and those eyes that completely contained him.No matter how you look at it, it suits your appearance.

The tip of his nose was about to touch the stiffened guest's ear.

"I'm a vampire," Osamu Dazai smiled, "I wasn't sure before, but now I seem to be sure."

The teasing man stared at the guest's neck with his scarlet eyes, then leaned forward and stroked it lightly with the tip of his tongue.

"It seems that I really want to eat people."

The guest was not as flustered as he imagined.

Osamu Dazai's smile widened: "Let me be your wine glass tonight."

After speaking, he drank the Angel's Tears in one gulp, and then poured the liquid that had not been completely swallowed into the guest's lips.

In a bar, drinking a drink from a stranger is equivalent to accepting the other party's invitation for a one-night/stand.

Osamu Dazai hugged the waist of the guest, thinking that today is really a lucky day.

Even the waistline was perfectly tailored to his liking.

The night was lingering for too long, and when Osamu Dazai woke up from his sleep, the sunlight outside had already lit up the whole room.

The windows were opened, and there was still a hint of decadence in the air.

A small blanket was wrapped around his waist, and a pillow was hugged in his arms. He was sinking into the softness in a posture that looked like he was acting like a baby.

Yesterday's guests are gone.

Osamu Dazai reminisces about the sex hunting process that surprised him the first night.

The jerky guest is too cute in bed/things, and I don’t know who has picked him before, and the person who picked him seems to have never taught him that if you bite someone’s knuckles and beg for mercy, it will only attract the other party A more violent attack.

Just remembering a little, I couldn't help swallowing.

Doesn't your heart beat faster only when you're doing something like that?

I shouldn't have the potential to be a scumbag.

Osamu Dazai asked himself.

Because he found that he couldn't remember the appearance of the man he had /night/loved/good with.

But it doesn't seem to be too important, if it is Lupin's guest, there will always be a chance to meet him in the future.

He stretched, and put the vibrating cell phone to his ear.

"Good morning."

"It's getting late, Dazai, what are you doing?"

"To verify if I'm really a vampire, I just crawled out of Tender Township."

"Oh," Mori Ogai on the other end of the phone sighed deeply, "Come here first, that person has a mission for you."

Osamu Dazai turned over and looked at the ceiling in a daze: "Mission? Kill zombies or save people? I don't want to do such boring tasks."

Mori Ogai replied: "It's an assassination mission, you will be interested."