What if the lord is too popular

"I don't know if I should say that he is your boyfriend, but he is also the one who made you a wanted criminal."

Yaozai's figure flickered, and the negative interest he had absorbed earlier surged up.

"What did you say?"

Seeing this, Tong Mo hurriedly supported him, and a sharp knife slipped from the wide sleeve of the kimono.

bang-

Thrilling.

Yaozai followed the prestige to look, the cold light on the knife surface burned his eyes.

A trace of embarrassment flashed across Tong Mo's glazed eyes, he bent down and picked up the weapon and handed it to Yaozai.

Yaozai didn't answer, and the dark red pupils watching him narrowed slightly.

"what do you mean?"

"A rainy day."

Tong Mo touched his nose.

"In time of need?"

"You've got 10 minutes to spare before Naomi Tanizaki comes back."

Tong Mo ignored Yaozai's questioning, and just said what he wanted to say like pouring beans into a bamboo tube.

Yaozai sneered inwardly, it seemed that Tong Mo had made the decision for him.

[Ubuya Shiki Yoya hates being forced to do anything. ]

He took the scalpel without saying a word, turned around and entered the room without looking at Tong Mo.

pat—

Just as he was about to close the door, the dangling kimono sleeves suddenly appeared in the crack of the door.

"This is my personal business."

Yaozai raised his eyebrows, showing displeasure.

Tong Mo turned a blind eye and said in a caring tone:

"But I worry about your safety."

"..."

Yoya Ubuyashiki hates being forced to do anything.

Osamu Dazai scrubbed in the bathroom.

To be precise, the formal process has not yet begun.

Because of the cold weather, it took several minutes to connect to the hot water.

tap tap —

He noticed footsteps approaching, and there were more than one uninvited guest.

Dazai paused to unbutton his shirt, leaning sideways to listen to the movement outside the house.

He just jumped into the river, and in order to pursue a realistic effect, the whole person was immersed in the water.

Not to mention shivering, just twisting the corner of his clothes can contribute a lot of water stains to the floor.

The current Osamu Dazai is a real water ghost.

But his impostor is less interesting than the real ghost.

"Mr. Dazai, here are the clothes."

It was Hinoki who spoke.

Dazai smiled involuntarily.

"Okay, please leave it outside the door."

Child mill interface:

"Mr. Dazai, you'd better open the door and let us see the situation. Don't do anything to embarrass us again."

Osamu Dazai's kite-colored eyes were full of interest, he pretended to think for a while...

The shadow on the frosted glass gradually grew larger, patter—

Dazai opened the door.

Of course, what was waiting for him was not clean clothes, but a belt that he threw casually on the floor outside.

Dazai's hands were tightly bound by the belt, and he lay on the cold floor with his back bent like a shrimp.

He was glad he didn't take off his clothes, otherwise it would be like some kind of unspeakable performance art now.

"What do you two mean?"

Dazai twisted his neck with difficulty, staring at Hinoki from an unnatural angle.

The man's long snow-white hair, eyelashes and dark red eyes are in sharp contrast, adding to his supreme divinity.

So beautiful.

Osamu Dazai thought to himself, his heart fluttering like a bird's wings in his narrow chest.

He heard his own [heartbeat] voice.

Hinoki squatted down, her smooth and lustrous hair slid across Dazai's half-curled palm.

He had a half-smile: "The Bliss leader next to me seems to want me to kill you."

As soon as the words fell, Tong Mo gasped:

"Yaozai, you..."

"Yaozai?"

Osamu Dazai sensitively captured this fleeting title, and his gaze was as sharp as a falcon looking for Hiki.

Yaoza quickly looked at him, and smiled meaningfully:

"'Yuya Ubuyashiki' do you know him?"

Without hesitation, Dazai said:

"Yes, my boyfriend, his whereabouts are unknown after falling from the building."

Yaozai nodded, took out the weapon delivered by Tong Mo, and played with the sharp blade with his fingers.

He raised his head, looked directly at Dazai's vigilant eyes and raised his slightly pale lips, tilted his head and asked with great interest:

"Then you think I could be him?"

Dazai frowned: "Aren't you clear about this kind of thing?"

"because I……"

[Amnesia. ]

Yaoza said these three words casually, and noticed that Dazai's eyes were flickering.

He didn't care, and continued to say to himself:

"I can't trust anyone easily, so I want to ask your opinion."

Time slipped away minute by minute, and the originally loose spring gradually tightened.

Tong Mo couldn't help urging: "Don't waste any more time, Yaozai. Naomi Tanizaki will come back quickly..."

"So what if you come back?" Yaozai retorted unhurriedly, "Since you want Mr. Dazai to die so much, why don't you do it yourself?"

Tong Mo choked, looking a little embarrassed, and cleared his throat trying to cover up:

"Master Wu Mi wants you to do it."

Sure enough, rather than saying that Tong Mo was helping him solve the mystery, it would be better to say that he was sent to monitor him.

[Ghost dance Tsuji no misery].

Yoya shrugged helplessly at Dazai:

"That's the way it is. If you were Yuya Miyayashiki's boyfriend, you should be able to recognize whether I am him or not, right?"

Dazai was unexpectedly silent, his usually transparent eyes covered with a layer of doubt.

"I don't know," he avoided Yaoza's expectant eyes in a daze, paused and changed the topic: "However, as long as I go out from here, I will report to the police."

Hinoki chuckled inappropriately:

"Like before Yoya Miyayashiki fell from the building?"

A little bit of starlight landed on the originally dark memory when he repeated the words "Yaoya Ubuyashiki".

A man becomes more and more sure of his identity—instinct cannot be fooled.

Dazai was stunned by the groundless accusation, and he followed Yaoya's words, "Yes, just like before he fell from the building."

[he].

Tong Mo's thoughts were a tangled mess.

While feeling relieved that Dazai didn't recognize Yaozai, at the same time fearing that Yaoya would let this man die because of this.

Their time is running out.

Tong Mo decides that if Yaozai really can't do anything, he will do it for him—

It's not necessarily that Yaoya will be abused by Onimai Tsuji because of this kind of thing.

His miserable cry from last night was still in his ears, and Tong Mo quietly clenched his fists.

thinking about-

Yaozai's thin figure flashed, and he moved behind Dazai in an instant, and stretched out his hand to grab him violently.

Immediately afterwards, the scalpel, as thin as a cicada's wing, pressed against his throat without leaving a gap.

Yoya's cold lips brushed against Dazai's ears, his dark red pupils were filled with murderous intent, and he said in a cadenced tone:

"Looks like I have to kill you, Dazai-san."

He smiled ghostly at the wide-eyed Tong Mo.

"It seems to be true."

Dazai replied nonchalantly, stretching his neck slightly for the convenience of Yaozai's knife, the protruding Adam's apple accompanied by the action of swallowing saliva was extra sexy.

"It would be nice if it was sunny today."

He looked at the dark clouds outside the window and sighed, curling his lips regretfully like a child who couldn't get candy.

"Then make a wish."

Yoya caressed Dazai's still wet short hair, coaxing him patiently.

"Just make a wish?"

"Yeah, didn't Dazai ever make a wish?"

Yaozai is persuasive and persuasive, and his soft and soothing tone is like a feather to soothe Dazai's fear of death.

The so-called "fear" is not about death itself, but something else:

The degree of pain, the state of death, things like that.

His heart is more peaceful than ever, and his long-term memories are shown in advance like a revolving lantern.

Dazai smiled, "My wish is to die together with Teacher Yaozai..."

Hiss—

A beautiful sound that is extremely easy to ignore, like the flapping of the wings of a hummingbird as it flies by.

The open wound suddenly appeared on Dazai's neck, hot blood sprayed Tong Mo who was facing him all over his head and face.

Yaoya gently supported the back of his head and put it on the ground, got up and patted the dust on his pants and said:

"Goodbye."

The premonition of approaching death enveloped Dazai, and he stared at the face hidden in the shadow above his head in a dazed way.

that man—

Even though the hair and eyelashes are spotless white, the expression is mixed with a chilling black.

Holy and devil, two diametrically opposed temperaments perfectly blended in his body.

So even the means of killing are so gentle and decisive.

It's hard to put it down.

"Again……"

Osamu Dazai's vague consciousness could not sustain him to say goodbye.

Yaozai stepped over his body and walked towards the stunned Tong Mo, expressionlessly said:

"Do you need to check?"

All sounds are silent.

Until Tong Mo woke up like a dream, slowly, slowly focused his eyes on him, blinked, trying to hide his embarrassment.

"Need not."

[How long did it take? ]

[System: 9 minutes and 20 seconds. ]

Yaozai smiled calmly, wiped the blood off the scalpel and put it back into his sleeve.

Tanizaki Naomi is coming soon.

Right now, he only needs to use a trick to lure the tiger away from the mountain, with a natural demeanor without revealing any clues.

Yaozai kneaded his swollen temples, preparing for staggering steps.

The shadows outside the window dissipated at a speed visible to the naked eye. It was unknown whether it was following the wish of the dead Dazai, or celebrating his killing the first person.

The warm sunlight casts mottled light and shadows on the ground through the glass without curtains, ready to drive away all evil spirits.

Dispel all evil spirits.

Then, when the blood of the deceased had not yet condensed, this remote room resounded with miserable screams again.

"what-"

Tong Mo stared at the scene before him in disbelief.

I saw the right arm and right leg of Yuya Ubuyashiki smoldering as if being set on fire by someone.

The suffocating burning smell ravaged the nostrils of the Bliss Hierarch.

thump-

Yaozai's knees hit the ground heavily, and when he raised his head, his facial features were twisted into extreme beauty due to fear.

How could this be?

How could this be?

Tong Mo rushed to Yaozai's side in twos and threes with a ferocious expression, trying to stop the situation from getting worse, but he could only watch helplessly as the tip of the man's finger turned into ashes flying in the air.

How could this be?

How could this be?

"what-"

Yaoza's screams were endless, he felt as if he was being roasted in a frying pan, and he almost fainted from the pain.

No.

There must be some reason.

Boiling tears rushed out of his eyes, and he lowered his head to see half of his body bathed in light.

"Tong, Tong Mo, it's the sun, ah—"

Tong Mo's whole body trembled, and his blood-red eyes looked at the sunlight continuously flowing into the room.

This ghostly place is rarely used, and even the curtains are not installed.

His violently trembling eyeballs swept over every corner of the room, and finally found the windbreaker that Osamu Dazai threw on the ground not far away.

Tong Mo ran over stumblingly, picked up the wet clothes as fast as he could in his life and returned to Yaozai's side, covering him tightly.

He must be taken to another, safer place.

Tong Mo's brain cells were more active than ever before, screaming like crazy.

He picked up Yaoya who was disappearing and rushed towards the door.

It's so close, it seems like it can be reached in one step.

It was far away in the sky, and it seemed that the person in my arms would disappear into the air in a few seconds.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid."

Tong Mo twisted the doorknob with trembling hands, belatedly remembering that he had locked the door to avoid being disturbed by others.

damn it!

Yaoya's battered body never stopped struggling for a moment, no matter how thick the cloth was, it couldn't stop the painful panting.

A second or a century.

Tong Mo finally opened the door of the room and bumped into Tanizaki Naomi who was oncoming.

"Where are you going..."

He passed by like a howling tornado, rushing in a panic, trying to find a completely dark place before the sun.

pat—

Tong Mo slammed open the room at the end of the corridor, and closed all the curtains with a "squeak".

He carefully unbuttoned the windbreaker, and saw that there was only an insignificant piece of Yuya Miyashiki's right arm left.

"Tong Mo, please, please cut off my hand with a scalpel."

Yaozai smiled weakly as if he had been fished out of ice water.