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"A, I promised..."

Tsukishiro Reiji murmured and rejected him.

The mellow sweetness of red wine sprinkled on the tip of Matsuda Jinpei's nose, but it was poured down like a bucket of ice water, cooling the restless blood.

Closing his eyes, he suppressed his voice and asked hoarsely, "Who did you promise?"

Hands clenched into fists unconsciously, Matsuda Jinhei's chest heaved slightly uncontrollably, even Tsukishiro Reiji smelled the ruthless energy emanating from him, and immediately wanted to hide, but there was nowhere to go, he could only go to him I flinched in my arms.

Like a restless cub, the young man unconsciously rubbed his cheek.

Matsuda Jinpei suddenly lost his breath and buried himself in Tsukishiro Reiji's neck and shoulders.

What can he do?

There was the sound of Tsukishiro Reiji's shallow breathing next to his ear, the little bastard finished teasing him and fell asleep on his own, Matsuda Jinpei couldn't help but groped and pressed the other's lips.

Soft, warm, not allowed to kiss.

Matsuda Zhenping was so angry that his teeth were itchy. Looking at the white neck hidden in the silver hair in front of him, he bit it... He was not willing to use force.

Holding the skin of the young man's neck and shoulders, he ground his teeth lightly, and he let go, leaving a bright tooth mark.

Looking at the red mark, Matsuda Zhenping's Adam's apple moved slightly, and he couldn't help sticking out the tip of his tongue to lick it.

His fingers unconsciously pressed and rubbed the young man's lips.

"Hmm..." As if he couldn't breathe, or felt uncomfortable, Reiji Tsukishiro opened his lips, trying to avoid Matsuda Jinpei's messy hands, but he gave the other party a wrong signal.

Putting his knuckles into his hot mouth, moving the tip of his tongue, and inadvertently lifted his palate, Matsuda Jinpei noticed that the young man's breathing suddenly became rapid.

"Don't," Yuecheng Reiji's voice was thick and nasal, and he turned his head in resistance, but he was drunk, and his strength was not much stronger than that of the kitten.

Not only did he not break free, but he sent himself into Matsuda Jinping's arms.

Matsuda calmly kissed his trembling eyelashes, "Hey, tell me, who won't let you kiss?"

Tsukishiro Reiji opened his eyes and stared at him for a long time before slowly saying, "You—"

Matsuda smiled calmly, he gave up talking to the drunk cat, and carried him into the bedroom.

Helping Reiji Tsukishiro wash up, and changed into pajamas, the two of them mixed their alcohol-stained clothes and threw them into the washing machine.

After taking a shower, Matsuda Jinpei came out wrapped in a towel, just in time to hear the notification that the phone's battery was low.

He picked it up and saw that it was Reiji Tsukishiro's cell phone.

Charge the phone, and there will be a text message on the lock screen.

[The U disk is sent back. --rule】

Matsuda Jinpei didn't care, and put it back, he didn't know that he would go into the well soon to decipher the information in the USB flash drive.

When Tsukishiro Reiji woke up, Matsuda Jinpei was frying eggs in the kitchen.

The clothes were dried and neatly folded on the bed.

The hangover caused a headache, Tsukishiro Reiji lay paralyzed in bed for a while before dawdling.

When he opened the door, Matsuda Jinpei happened to be calling him for lunch.

"Your phone is dead, it's in the outlet next to the TV."

Reiji Tsukishiro responded bluntly, and went back to get his phone, "Jinping will go to work at the well tomorrow."

"Yeah." Seeing that he completely forgot what happened last night, Matsuda Jinpei didn't know whether to be grateful or disappointed.

Reiji Tsukishiro glanced at the lock screen of the phone, and there was a text message in two or three notifications.

Just about to turn it off, I suddenly felt as if I saw something, so I took a closer look.

Wait, did the USB drive come back?

Cracked so quickly?As expected of a boy genius!

Reiji Tsukishiro was so excited that he hurriedly ate his meal, and said goodbye to Matsuda Jinpei: "The trouble was over last night, I have to leave beforehand."

After getting off the bus, he trotted all the way home, a few drops of sweat dripping from the tip of his nose.

"Dazai!" Tsukishiro Reiji called out excitedly as he opened the door.

He didn't hear Osamu Dazai's lazy response, so he glanced at it, and there was nothing on the sofa where the other party used to nest in the living room.

So in the bedroom?

Tsukishiro Reiji turned around and walked towards the bedroom, but was hugged around the waist.

The bedroom and the kitchen are in two directions. Osamu Dazai holds a glass of cold water in his left hand, circles him with his right hand, and rests his chin on his shoulder.

"Are you back?" Osamu Dazai's voice was hoarse, as if he had just woken up.

The fluffy hair rubbed against his neck, causing itching, and the tip of Dazai Osamu's hair was still damp with moisture.

"Just took a shower?" Tsukishiro Reiji asked.

"Yeah." Osamu Dazai hugged the man, his eyelids closed again, "The things are on the table."

He didn't open the envelope, and he didn't know what Hiroki Sawada cracked.

Hearing Dazai Osamu's words, Tsukishiro Reiji nimbly slipped out of his arms like a swimming fish, walked quickly to the table and began to open the letter.

The embrace suddenly became empty, Osamu Dazai was silent for a second, remembering that he was still holding a glass of cold water.

Gudu Gudu drank half a cup and finally woke up.

"How is it, have you cracked it?" Osamu Dazai walked over, leaning against the table, out of shape.

Rarely did not get a response from Tsukishiro Reiji, Osamu Dazai raised his eyebrows, leaning over to read the contents of the letter.

What did you write that shocked the other party so much?Can't even hear his words.

【... A small piece of consciousness is stored in the USB flash drive...】

A little bit of consciousness?

Osamu Dazai blinked to make sure he read it right.

There are other trivial interesting things in the letter, which were specially shared by Sawada Hiroki with Tsukishiro Reiji.

After reading it, Reiji Tsukishiro closed the letter paper. Seeing Dazai Osamu's puzzled eyes, he explained to him the contents of the USB flash drive: "The storage capacity of the USB flash drive is very small, and it cannot store the consciousness of the whole person, so this small piece of consciousness It may have been copied, or it may have been taken from the complete data."

"This consciousness cannot be activated, but the original version will be like artificial intelligence after activation. Hiroki said that he can try to restore this consciousness."

And Hiroki had the idea of ​​developing a real artificial intelligence.

Osamu Dazai thought for a while, and then asked: "So the technology mastered by the organization in black can completely store human consciousness in a computer... AI with thinking ability?"

Tsukishiro Reiji nodded hesitantly, and it sounded so from Hiroki's mouth.

No, if this is the case, there is no need for Hiroki to say "develop real artificial intelligence".

"Should it be different?" Reiji Tsukishiro thought for a while, and said according to his own understanding, "Store consciousness as data, retaining the bias of the original owner. The AI ​​we talk about is more inclined to generate consciousness from data."

It turns out that the technology tree of this world has reached this point.

Tsukishiro Reiji looked at his mobile phone, and then at the USB flash drive that was said to store his consciousness, feeling absurd.

"Whose consciousness?" Osamu Dazai picked up the USB flash drive, "What is the relationship between 'him' and the organization? If the list is in 'his' mind, how will Reiji get it?"

One after another, Osamu Dazai didn't want to see Reiji Tsukishiro wading into the muddy water wishfully.

Fighting against international criminal organizations is a thankless task.

"The goal of the organization is to live forever, not to let the organization live forever, but for the selfish desire of a certain person..."

Reiji Tsukishiro remembered the brewery boss who had mentioned it in the comments, "I think the owner of this consciousness is Renya Karasuma, the object of the organization's resurrection."

"Based on this conjecture, then there must be a list of core members of the organization in this consciousness, as for how to get the list—"

Tsukishiro Reiji suddenly looked at Osamu Dazai while talking: "Dazai just said, brain?"

Didn't the well end rely on entering the subconscious of the murderer to solve the case?Then they enter this consciousness acquisition list-theoretically, it is completely feasible!

"Huh?" Osamu Dazai put down the USB flash drive without interest.

For him, the list is easier to handle in the hands of the living or the dead, but in a consciousness?

Although Osamu Dazai is more intelligent than a monster, cutting-edge information technology is not his field of expertise.

"Jinhei's special department, Jinghata, captures the murderous particles of serial killers, constructs the murderer's subconscious mind, sneaks in and solves the case," Tsukishiro Reiji said.

Hearing him calling someone's name affectionately, Osamu Dazai wrinkled his nose and said nothing.

"If that machine has to construct the world through killing intent, then after storing it as data, can Karasuma Renye still generate killing intent?"

Tsukishiro Reiji was stopped by the question, looked up at Osamu Dazai, and frowned unconsciously.

That's right, it seems that he has to go to the police station to learn more about the working principle of Wang Xiangnuo.

Osamu Dazai caught his gaze, looked down, and his gaze suddenly stopped somewhere.

The movement of the young man raising his head fully exposed his fair neck, but Osamu Dazai didn't notice a hickey secretly hidden in the shadow of the man's jaw due to his height.

It's not the marks of mosquito bites, but the marks made by people holding the skin in their mouths, sucking, licking, and touching.

Osamu Dazai stared fixedly at his blue eyes, clear and penetrating, without any charm.

But the hangover blush on his cheeks has not yet dissipated, and the faint smell of alcohol lingers around him.

With the hickey at this position, what was the young man's posture at that time?Pressing his fingertips on the red seal, Osamu Dazai couldn't help thinking.

Is it like now, raising his head with complete trust and letting others love and caress him?

Will the hands holding the pen be inserted into the other person's black hair, and will the kissed throat overflow with low pant?

The dark clouds covered the sun at some point, and even Dazai Osamu's pupils went dark.

"Did you ask someone to kiss you last night?" He asked casually, repeatedly rubbing the small piece of skin with his fingertips, but it became more and more red and glaring.

There was a stabbing pain in his neck, Tsukishiro Reiji was about to raise his hand to stop Dazai Osamu's movement, but he heard his question.

The ears turned red, Tsukishiro Reiji thought he was talking about privileges again, and replied awkwardly: "No, I drank yesterday..."

Uh, how many glasses did he drink, three beers?

"Anyway, not." Manager Yuecheng Rei said confidently.

He fell asleep on the sofa, how could he kiss others!

Dazai narrowed his eyes.

That's a guy who took advantage of others' danger and secretly gnawed on it.

Tsukishiro Reiji blocked Dazai Osamu's hand, so what's on his neck?

When he walked to the bathroom mirror, he had to take a good look.

Osamu Dazai followed him into the bathroom, and secretly imprisoned him in front of the sink.

"It's a hickey."

The bandage-wrapped fingertips slid down from the corner of the mandible slowly, and lightly tapped on the red mark.

Osamu Dazai stared at the person in the mirror, bent down little by little, and leaned close to his ear, and warm breath rushed into Tsukishiro Reiji's ear.

"Who kissed?"

Ask knowingly.

His back was pressed against Osamu Dazai's chest, and the heat burned to his fingertips through a layer of clothes.

Tsukishiro Reiji became annoyed, and couldn't say Matsuda Jinpei's name no matter what.

The silver-haired young man in the mirror had reddish eyes, as if he was overwhelmed and escaped. He couldn't help lowering his head, but the man behind him grabbed his jaw and forced him to lift it up.

Osamu Dazai lowered his eyes, caught his dodging eyes, and asked in a hoarse voice.

"You let him kiss here, where should I kiss?"