Stare at who turns into a cat [Comprehensive]

After following the black-haired youth for a not-too-distant distance, Aizawa Juri stopped outside a cemetery.

He thought he would meet a stranger, but he didn't expect that the other person would lead him to visit the grave.

However, it is not very appropriate to say that it is a tomb-sweeping, because Dazai Osamu did not bring flowers or sacrifices, but came to a tombstone next to a big tree empty-handed, and greeted it in a brisk tone: "Today's The weather is really nice, it's very suitable for chatting, right, Odasaku?"

The weathered tombstone stood quietly, so it was impossible to answer his question aloud, so he continued talking on his own.

"Well, how should I introduce you to the kid behind me... Remember what I told you, before I joined the Armed Detective Agency, I tried for the first time to save the next person?"

"Yeah, that's him."

Probably responding to the rustling of the leaves by the breeze, a child-like smile appeared on his lips, he raised his hand and beckoned to the young man standing not far away, calling: "You too Come over and say hello, Aizawa-kun, Odasaku should be nice to meet you."

"Odasaku...?"

Shuli glanced at the abbreviations engraved on the tombstone. Although he couldn't read the name, it was quite clear that the surname was "Oda".However, no matter how low the emotional intelligence is, it is impossible for a person to ask a question at such an inappropriate time. He walked up to Osamu Dazai and greeted him decently.

"Mr. Oda, hello."

"puff--"

The black-haired young man couldn't help letting out a sigh of relief, wrapped his arms around his shoulders, and joked very unscrupulously: "You look a little silly with a straight face. It doesn't matter, Oda is not serious Old Antique, just chat with him in a normal way."

"I'm not as familiar as you." Aizawa Juri glanced at the arm that fell on his shoulder. Out of respect for the dead, he didn't choose to do anything in the cemetery, but silently endured it.

Fortunately, Osamu Dazai didn't intend to continue teasing him (with words), but his whole body limply covered him like some kind of mollusc, putting most of his weight on his shoulders.

Viewed from the side, it is really an infinitely close-to-embracing posture, giving people the illusion that the young man cherishes the person in his arms very much.

"It's not familiar, obviously we met two years ago..." The hair hanging by his ear was brushed by the other party's breath, and he gently scratched his cheek, causing a fine itching sensation.Unaccustomed to leaving the encirclement, he suddenly heard the person behind him say in a light tone:

"—And, I know everything about you. For example, the person who appeared at the sports festival and pretended to be Bakugo Katsuki to compete with you, he likes to call you 'Chiyo', right?"

"..."

Hearing those two words, the black-haired boy's heart skipped a beat, and he stopped breathing for a moment. After a few seconds, he found his voice, "How could you—"

"Not only that, I also know his real name, identity, and goal." The young man of Zhiduo, who is close to a demon, lowered his voice, and asked gently in the ear of the other party, like whispering between lovers and bewitching : "Do you want to know the truth, Aizawa-kun? No matter what price you pay, if you will not regret it, I will tell you everything I know."

"...What are you, a threat?" Juli just wanted to push away the opponent's finger, but after hearing such a tempting proposal, he couldn't help but stop, and it landed on Osamu Dazai's bandaged wrist .

If he wanted to, he could easily break the slender wrist bones under his fingertips and force the other party to tell the truth.However, they have no grievances and no enmity. Yesterday, they managed to have a more brother-to-brother licking friendship. This morning, they reached an armistice agreement. No matter how they think about it, they should not use too rough methods to solve the problem.

While he was thinking about countermeasures, the black-haired young man turned his palm over and hooked his fingers with his fingertips, as if he was flicking his tail to touch his cat cub yesterday, soft and intimate, no matter how angry he was. In the face of such an offensive, it will dissipate instantly like smoke and dust.

"You still don't trust me enough, I'm so sad, I've spent a lot of time trying to find out these things." Osamu Dazai elongated the end sound as if complaining, but still played with the other's fingertips restlessly, Exposed full of childishness.

"Then, in order to punish the disobedient bad boy, I must use some special means."

I don't know when it started, a hazy mist gradually floated around them, like a natural barrier, isolating the area under the tree from the outside world, forming a quiet space, as if it would soon rain lightly .

pat, pat, pat.

This is not the sound of rain falling, but someone walking through the thick fog from the lawn not far away.He has a hair color similar to that of Mist, and his appearance is also made of ice and snow, with a cold color and almost no living breath.

He raised his crimson eyes, looked at them quietly for two seconds, and then said in a low-energy voice, "I'm not your tool, Dazai-kun. Don't come to me for such boring things in the future." gone."

"Huh? Come on, it's obviously not me." Osamu Dazai rolled his eyes innocently, and explained to the young man who didn't know the situation: "That guy's supernatural ability is the ability to peel off other people. Make it attack the original owner, and stop killing until both parties die."

"That is to say, if you let go of my hand now, or kill me directly, 'Disqualification in the World' will immediately lose its effect, and then—"

"The fierce beast in your body will really wake up."

Compared with the illusory "threat" before, now that what he said is combined with reality, it has an incomparably terrifying prestige.

If up to this point, Shuli was still within the scope of being able to think calmly and work hard, he might be able to come back against the wind, then the figure that appeared next completely overturned all his chances of winning, and destroyed his sanity by the way.

"Shibusawa-kun is so stingy, even if you want to watch a play, you have to pay for the ticket first." A slightly rambunctious voice sounded from behind the tree. At the same time, the speaker turned around slowly, looking To the black-haired boy not far away, he raised the corner of his lips and showed a joyful smile, "Chiyo, we meet again, isn't it surprising?"

Even though his voice and appearance were different from before, the moment he spoke, the black-haired boy stiffened instinctively, and fell into a dark world on the verge of rampage and extreme fear.

It was the prison and shackles hidden deep in his heart. Because it was too painful, it was sealed by the body's self-protection mechanism and left in a corner that even he himself could not find.

At this moment, messy images emerged one after another, quickly overlapping with the appearance of the person in front of him, and finally formed the key to open Pandora's Box.

——You have to be obedient to survive.

——Don't, don't come here...

—Come closer!kill him!kill him!

Three completely different thoughts swept through his brain, as if they wanted to destroy the independent personality he had cultivated with great difficulty in recent years, fighting each other crazily and robbing him of the mastery of his body.

Bursts of unbearable dull pain spread from his heart, causing a layer of cold sweat to break out on his forehead. If he hadn't tried his best to hold on, his body would have trembled, turning into the most annoying weak appearance he hated.

He tried his best to stand upright, looked straight at the brown-haired young man not far away, and asked every word: "What on earth do you want to do?"

"I've said it before, I want you to come back to me, Chiyo." The other party raised a precious gemstone similar to a necklace pendant in his hand, tilted his head and showed a strange smile between gentleness and malice , firmly said: "This time, you will never run away."

"This is not the imitation that GIN got before, but the real one, the 'switch' that I personally selected for you."

"Even if you want to struggle, you can't do it at all, just give up."

The young man's voice was like a curse, full of pleasure and viciousness, echoing in this extremely quiet space, bringing out a chill more penetrating than the rainy night.