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

——Unexpectedly, you would voluntarily give up this position.

Standing in Mori Ogai's office, Osamu Dazai's eyes showed such a mockery.

Mori Ogai stood not far from him, raised his eyebrows with his hands behind his back.

——when necessary.It's just a location.

A position that is dispensable and can even be used as a trap.

The man with his back to them has braids, an exaggerated retro hat, and the red wine glass in his hand is still shaking slightly, which is an upper-class gesture.

"Ahem." Mori Ogai cleared his throat, indicating that everyone who should be there is here.

So the man turned around and stuck his moist eyes on Osamu Dazai's body.

It was a greedy look, Osamu Dazai could read the meaning of this look, this dangerous looking man was coveting something of himself.

But do I have anything of value?

Mori Ogai introduced: "This is Lord Ghost King. Of course, it's best to call him a doctor now."

"Doctor." Osamu Dazai repeated it, and finally remembered this person's face.

I saw it on TV not long ago, and the trembling host had obvious joy in her eyes. She and her partner introduced this doctor who "can cure zombie virus" to people all over the world.

Did the sense of familiarity come from this place?

The ghost king couldn't help laughing, the laugh was unrestrained, and he was on his back, full of complacency.

It's a pity that neither of the two people present was a person who would cooperate with others, so he was the only one in this room smiling like a lunatic.

"It seems that I really don't remember."

Osamu Dazai frowned instinctively, but from the corner of his vision, he saw Mori Ogai shaking his head slightly at him.

"..."

Then, under Dazai Osamu's slightly surprised eyes, the King of Ghosts suddenly stopped laughing wantonly. He drank the red wine in one gulp, smashed the goblet to the ground, and snorted coldly.

Onimai Tsuji's muscles were like rotting worms, they slowly wriggled under his skin, showing their vigorous destructive power with clearly visible blood color and sticky water sound.

When he inserted his fingers into the disgusting muscle and pulled out the handle at one end, Mori Ogai understood why he couldn't find out where the weapon that could kill the King of Ghosts was—it was hidden miserably Inside the body, it is safest to carry it with you.

In this way, no one can grasp the weakness of the ghost king.

Onimai Tsuji Mucan slowly pulled the knife out from his chest.

It was a knife about three feet six inches long, black all over, with a faint cold light.There is not a trace of extra pattern on the knife body, let alone exquisite carvings or accessories, but such a seemingly simple weapon makes Mori Ogai, who is a few meters away, feel a chill on his neck.

In just a blink of an eye, the knife suddenly came in front of Osamu Dazai.

Osamu Dazai didn't even blink his eyes. Instead, he just looked at Onimai Tsuji Mumi inquiringly, and said, "This weapon is not very suitable for assassination missions."

"Assassination?" Looking at Mori Ogai without misery, "This is not as simple as an assassination mission."

The sharp edge of the knife pointed upwards, cutting off a few black hairs on Dazai Osamu's forehead through the air.

"Remember, you can't kill him, you are the one who dies."

A burst of thick black smoke enveloped Onimai Tsuji Muyou, and after the smoke cleared, only this weapon was left in front of Osamu Dazai.

Osamu Dazai didn't touch him, but stared straight at Mori Ogai.

"We can always talk now."

When night fell, Osamu Dazai set foot on the roof of the tallest building in Yokohama again.

The howling cold wind blew his hair even more messy, and he sat on the eaves, overlooking the safe area where there were only sporadic lights left.

Mori Ogai said that he became a vampire.

Vampires are immortal creatures that feed on humans, and that alone is enough to make Dazai hate the guy who turned him into a monster.But the strange thing is that when he heard this statement, his heart was so calm that there was no wave, as if he had completely accepted the existence of this setting at some point.

He seemed to have adapted to living in this world as a vampire after sleeping for a while.

It's unbelievable, even Osamu Dazai himself was amazed by his strange adaptation.

He didn't even feel hungry. A vampire didn't even have a thirst for human blood, as if he had already eaten at some point.

Osamu Dazai stood back on the eaves again, opened his hands and closed his eyes, and at the moment when his body was about to lean forward, he really felt the waves of force surrounding him again.He had already reached a very dangerous angle, and when he opened his eyes again, he should have been thrown into the ground at a uniform speed, but this force gently pushed him back to that extremely safe point, and even wanted to push him to the ground. fall farther.

What the hell is it?

He opened his eyes and looked at his palm.

The feeling that something was being lost invisible continued, and it hasn't stopped since he woke up.

A sixth sense, a premonition, or something else he couldn't name was telling him that the reason for this feeling must be related to the chain hanging on his wrist for no reason.

"who are you?"

This is a question destined to never be answered.

Osamu Dazai understood, but when his voice was blown away by the wind, suddenly there was a feeling of being caressed in the palm of his hand.

His reaction was quick, and he felt its existence within 0.01 second of the tactile sensation. Before his brain could tell him what to do next, his muscles acted on their own initiative.

Osamu Dazai contracted his five fingers, and at the moment when the touch left, he truly felt the feeling of an invisible thing slipping from his hand for the first time.

It was a cool touch, like the wind passing through the fingertips.

Is it the wind?

Before him was the empty night, and what else could exist but the wind?

But this feeling really made him feel nostalgic.

If it weren't for the wind, what should be in front of me?

Osamu Dazai couldn't focus his sight, and he began to lose his mind while standing on the top floor.

—Maybe it's something a little taller than me?It exudes coldness but makes him feel uncomfortable heat for no reason.

Does such a thing exist?

Osamu Dazai sneered, and jumped down from the eaves, the force that had been surrounding him gradually dissipated with his movements.

"It's kind of boring." He walked in the dark passage, and the eyesight of the blood race allowed him to have night vision.

With a slight echo, Dazai Osamu suddenly raised his tone: "That's right! Why don't you go find the guy you met in Lupin last time!"

There was a hint of liveliness in the light footsteps.

It's a pity that Osamu Dazai's plan is very good, and it is accurate to which different interesting sports should be played with that person every minute. As a result, when he sat in an empty bar and the boss started to bombard people, he accepted it. The fact that people are not coming tonight.

Lupin's boss stood at the door and pushed Dazai outside politely: "My wine is for those in need! It's not for you to waste!"

Osamu Dazai felt aggrieved, and pointed to his nose: "I need it too."

Boss Lupin was surprised: "You are not drunk, why did you come to ruin my wine cellar? Now there is almost no way to buy it! You can give others a way of life!"

Osamu Dazai let out an "oh", and after thinking about it, he still felt unconvinced, so he ran to the bar to grab an unopened bottle of wine while the boss was not paying attention, and the angry boss chased after him and cursed at him.

Osamu Dazai waved at him: "Keep the bill for the wine! You must pay next time! If the guest from that day comes, please let me know!"

Unexpectedly, Lupin's boss was stunned for a moment, and the mop in his hand fell to the ground, shaking him all over.

He stood at the bottom of the steps and looked up at Osamu Dazai: "You want to find him?"

Osamu Dazai: "Why didn't you look for it?"

The boss looked at him for a long time, snorted coldly, and carried the mop into the bar: "Then you'd better look for it in your dreams when you're drunk."

After finishing speaking, the rolling shutter door of the bar was closed with a "snap".

Osamu Dazai looked at the wine in his arms, feeling a little distressed.

"But I'm not drunk."

"Vampires can't sleep either."

Back home—by the way, there are no living people living around Osamu Dazai’s house. After all, the only safe place in Yokohama is the Koguro land, and it’s only because of his brilliance as a vampire that those zombies He didn’t like to eat him, so he came back to live—he didn’t turn on the lights, the residential area was out of power, he put the wine bottle on the small tea table with his backhand, and then collapsed on the table as if he had no bones in his body, using his face Sticking to the coffee table, looking out the window through the dark wine bottle.

The moon is still very round, as if it is no different from before.

In addition to not being able to hear the noises of neighbors’ children, and not being able to smell the smell of food coming from next door, there are no moths under the street lamps desperately hitting the lampshade.

"Ah, cup, cup, where do you put it?" I don't know when I started to develop the habit of talking to myself. Osamu Dazai fumbled under the coffee table, trying to find a better cup, lest he just Can blow this bottle of good wine to the mouth without image.

The wine that is placed on the bar counter so it is supposed to be a good bar?

Osamu Dazai was thinking wildly, and suddenly touched a rough mark on the back of his hand.He thought it was just the paint on the bottom of the coffee table, but he touched the marks several times, and found that the rough part was only there, and it felt like it was composed of fine lines.

He was still lying on the table, and his eyes were also looking out, but his fingertips had already found a suitable position, and began to slowly stroke along the direction of the thin line.

Is it a word?

No, it's more complicated than words.

Osamu Dazai slowly withdrew his hand, and re-drawn the graphics he had just learned on the desktop.

He looked at his finger, and it took a while before he suddenly realized: "Oh, it's a flower."

After a while, he sighed.

"It's ugly."

This flower called "True Ugly" was not erased by Osamu Dazai, and it remained on the table.

Feeling excited, Osamu Dazai took a shower and sat in front of the coffee table in a loose bathrobe. He found the last two cups, and used one of the cups to cover the flower, while the other was used to thin the flower. Taste the wine brought home from lupine.

Even if he becomes a vampire, his sensitivity to wine still exists, and he can tell that this bottle is good wine with just one sip.

It's a pity that he was the only one drinking, and there were no ice cubes that had been shaved into balls in the glass.

Osamu Dazai drank sip after sip, until he let go of his hand feebly, and the cup in his hand fell to the ground with the last shallow layer of liquid, and this one-person banquet was not over.

He lay on his stomach quietly, with his back rising and falling, his breathing was long, and there were still some inaudible ravings in his mouth.

The bathrobe slipped off because of his movements, exposing most of his shoulders and back, and a cool breeze blew outside the not-closed window, and he flinched instinctively.

A pair of feet landed silently on the floor of Osamu Dazai's house.

The person who came moved very lightly, like dust falling to the ground, and no movement could be heard.The hem of his clothes brushed against the window sill, seeing that Dazai Osamu was disturbed by the cool wind, so he raised his finger, and the window obediently closed automatically.

The closed room was filled with the smell of wine.

The man bypassed Osamu Dazai's unpacked books and papers, picked up the wine glass that had rolled to his feet, placed it at a safe distance away from Osamu Dazai, and stopped in front of the sleeping man.

The inaudible sigh disappeared into the air.

With his index finger, he carefully lifted up a short strand of Dazai Osamu's sideburn hair, and tentatively poked Dazai Osamu's face.

There was no movement.

He must be fast asleep, right?

He saw empty wine bottles.

"Drink so much..."

When squatting down, he brought a light wind.

He squatted beside Osamu Dazai, closed his bathrobe, and said in a troubled voice, "Why don't you go to bed? You'll catch a cold here."

"It seems that blood races don't catch colds."

Like Osamu Dazai, the visitor has a strange habit of talking to himself.

He waited for a while, and couldn't help but sat down next to Osamu Dazai, with one hand under his face, looking at the other's face on his stomach, while the other hand slowly opened his palm towards Osamu Dazai Set off, and then carefully cover the palm of your hand.

It's like the intimate interlocking fingers between lovers.

He couldn't help laughing: "Hey."

"are you hungry?"

"I'm probably hungry, I haven't been here for two days."

"Don't wake up later."

The visitor was still talking to himself, the voice was so low that even the people around him could hardly hear him.

He pinched Osamu Dazai's earlobe, untied his collar, and approached Osamu Dazai's mouth.

Then, his hand, which was only vainly resting on the palm of Dazai Osamu's, was clenched tightly.

The visitor was startled, and reflexively wanted to distance himself, but at this moment, he met those eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling.

Dazai Osamu drew circles on the back of the uninvited guest's hand with his fingertips, and even gave a hypocritical "hatch".

"Looks like I had a good dream." He held the visitor's hand with such strength that it seemed that he couldn't allow the other person to leave him at all.

"What a beautiful blonde," he said.

He asked, "Did you plant a flower under my table?"