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

Dazai's hair fell to his sides, blocking the overhead light.

The faintly red eyes were staring at Ozzy at this moment, giving him a sense of tension that he hadn't seen for a long time when he saw a blood hunter.

Even though he was listed on the first page of Dazai's recipe, Ozzy still felt a little strange when he was actually regarded as food.

I kind of want to cover Dazai's eyes.

Oz avoided meeting Dazai's gaze.

At the moment when he rolled his Adam's apple, Dazai's eyes moved down a little.

Dazai slightly loosened his grip on Ozzy's neck, and rubbed the bump with his thumb instead.

"Should I drink your blood every day?"

Ozzy came back to himself, he endured the touch on his neck.

The boy kneeling on his body was very light, thinner than he imagined.

"It's like eating when you're hungry, you don't have to take it as a burden."

"It's easy to say," Dazai snorted, and he got off Oz after completely letting go of his hands, and sat cross-legged on the other side of the sofa, muttering with his hands on his face, "but I didn't feel it before. to hunger."

Even though all the chandeliers in the living room had been lit, Dazai still turned on the small table lamp next to the sofa, and then leaned against the table lamp with his pillow in his arms.

He was barefoot, with his arms around his knees, sneaking glances at Ozzy from time to time, wondering what he was thinking.

It was so quiet that it was like living in the forest and watching the night by the fire with Tanjirou.

Ozzy, who recalled his friend, also sat up, imitating Dazai's movements, and leaned on the other side of the sofa.

After a few minutes of silence like this, Ozzy took the initiative to talk about other topics.

"Dazai, are you afraid of the dark?"

Dazai: "You are afraid of the dark."

Oz was confused for a few seconds: "I'm not afraid of the dark, the blood race sleeps in dark coffins."

"...Why are you asking me such a question all of a sudden?"

"Because you keep turning on the lights in the house," Ozzy replied honestly, "I thought you were afraid of the dark."

Unaware that he had found the truth, Ozzy believed it after hearing Dazai's denial.

"When I was with my friends before, they would keep the fire burning all night. I asked him if he was afraid of the dark. He said he was a little afraid, but more because fire can bring the most direct harm to ghosts."

Dazai looked at Ozzy: "Why are you telling me this? We've only known each other for less than three days."

Ozzy replied: "Because you are the closest person I have in this world."

He looked into Dazai's eyes, although he didn't understand why the other party had to wrap himself in bandages, but he respected every hobby of Dazai.

"Dazai, you may not think so about our relationship, I just hope to reduce the burden of being a blood race on you."

"You can treat me like food."

Dazai's house is very quiet, probably due to the sound insulation effect is very good, Oz can clearly hear Dazai's steady heartbeat, and the tip of his nose is filled with the smell of crab meat mixed with the same kind.

As he said, Dazai is the first page of Ozzy's recipes. In fact, for Oz, Dazai is also on the top of his recipes.

It's just that he won't tell Dazai about it.

Dazai has eyes that have always remained calm, and he shows no signs of being shaken by Ozzy's words.

Cannibalism may just be temporarily unacceptable to him, what makes Dazai even more disgusting is the feeling of being out of control.

Therefore, when he noticed his desire for Ozzy's neck, he chose to retreat immediately.

But the food speaks for itself...

Dazai pointed his index finger at Oz.

After making sure that all of Ozzy's attention was on his movements, the gloved finger hooked up.

"Forget about the food." Dazai raised the corners of his mouth slightly, "Just be my dog, come here."

Oz paused for a few seconds and chose to pamper him.

Apparently, this vampire who had just been in contact with Osamu Dazai didn't know that the animal his new supporters hated the most was a dog.

He moved to Dazai's side, lifted the collar with his pale hands, lowered his eyes, propped his hands on the side of the sofa, and stretched his neck to Dazai's mouth.

The breath Dazai exhaled was warm, and he knew it from the first time he brought Dazai into Wyriots, but he still couldn't get used to this feeling.

"Do you remember how to control the fangs? I won't help you this time."

"Humph."

Ozzy was used to the feeling of his fangs piercing into flesh.

But it was different for Dazai, the fangs that had just grown out were not quite under control, and Oz could feel that after Dazai tried to bite his skin but failed, he simply imprinted a knife on his neck with all his strength. Circle neat tooth marks.

After a short friction, he managed to cut Ozzy's neck with his small fangs.

The touch from the teeth to the brain made Dazai flinch for a moment, and the feeling of losing control that he had never experienced surged again.

But this retreat was soon overwhelmed by the sweet taste, and instinctively, when the fangs touched Oz's blood, they automatically grew out.

Dazai's hand controlled the back of Ozzy's head from the other end, pushing him closer to him, and out of malice, he increased his strength when he heard Ozzy gasp, letting his fangs pierce him. into a deeper place.

This is what made Osamu Dazai face the end of losing control.

He'll get the upper hand at any point and then at some point he'll get his revenge on you.

Osamu Dazai, who had a full meal in every aspect, slept until noon the next day and didn't wake up.

Stretching his head out of the quilt, he felt a rare sense of drowsiness, and he woke up suddenly when he smelled the fragrance of home.

Ozzy has already gone to the mall alone and stuffed Dazai's refrigerator to the brim.

Crab meat was the only food that Dazai kept in the refrigerator, so this time he allocated most of the space in the refrigerator to fill it with all kinds of crab meat.

Wearing an apron, and using a small spoon to taste the taste of lunch in the pot, Ozzy's ears twitched, sensing Dazai's arrival.

Dazai's body was wrapped in a quilt, and he had already squatted obediently at the place where he had dinner last night, slapping Haqie and rubbing his eyes from time to time, he didn't look at all the ferocious appearance of raising his brows to take revenge on him yesterday.

Oz touched his neck, feeling a dull pain there.

"Can I meet your boss today?" Oz brought the crab porridge in front of Dazai.

Dazai blew on the hot air on the porridge without raising his head: "You want to see Mr. Mori? Why?"

Ozzy: "I promised you before that I would find a way to turn you back into a human being, so I hope you can take a long vacation for a while, and while teaching you to get used to this identity, walk more places, maybe it will be faster Fulfill your wish."

When Dazai, who was three poles high that day, brought Ozzy to the Ganghei Building, Ozzy faintly felt a few strange sights.

Maybe it was because they were late for too long and caused dissatisfaction among colleagues.Oz blamed himself a little, he should have called Dazai to wake up earlier.

Seeing the two of them coming together, Sen Owai had a weird expression on his face, but he didn't say anything, and instead asked them to sit down.

Mori Ogai smiled kindly, crossed his fingers and propped his chin, and tilted his head to look at Ozzy: "It seems that you get along well, so I can rest assured."

"So are you here to talk to me about Dazai today, or about what you call 'ghosts'?"

Oz, who briefly forgot the reappearance of the ghost, was silent for a while, and looked at Osamu Dazai with some embarrassment.

Before they could talk more, the closed door of Mori Ogai's office was pushed open.

Nakahara Chuya's expression was not very good, he frowned, and put a blood-stained mobile phone in front of Sen Owai, without any guilt for interrupting their conversation.

Mori Ogai looked a little surprised. He stared at the phone and said, "It seems that something big has happened to make Chuya show such an expression."

Nakaya glanced at Dazai who seemed to be staying out of the matter, and said in a deep voice: "Today, a single person attacked our No. 11 warehouse."

Premonitioning the financial crisis that hit again, Chief Mori sighed with a headache.

But Nakaya didn't finish: "He didn't take anything, he left a video after killing everyone."

Also connect your phone to the projector.

What first appeared was a gray-haired back, a man who looked very old and covered in blood. He tore apart a person's body amidst screams, and then moved closer to the camera and grinned.

The video of just a few seconds silenced the members of the Hong Kong gangsters present.

Even Dazai frowned and muttered to himself, "Why is it him again?"

"again".

Oz noticed something in Dazai's words, and he looked away calmly, listening to Dazai discussing the "former leader" issue with his colleagues.

According to them, this is already the second resurrection of the former leader.

The last time it was made into a puppet.

As for this time...

In the video, the old man has a pair of eyes with vertical pupils and lines.

Ghost dance Tsuji no misanthropy, is that you?

Ozzy thought of the seed he had given to Midouzi, and he didn't know who was the one who made it bloom.

Was that person aware of Wu Mi's existence, that's why he woke him up?

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Wu Mi: I am responsible for everything.