Stare at who turns into a cat [Comprehensive]

"On the basis of that—"

As if trying to suppress the dull pain from his heart, the black-haired boy reached out and grabbed the clothes on his chest, holding the talisman that Zhong Yuanzhong had given him before, and held it tightly in his palm.

The small bag with a strand of orange hair hidden in it was so light that it was almost weightless, but to him at this moment, it was more powerful than anything else.

Just like the last ray of moonlight in the night, the meaning of its existence is not to warm anyone, and it cannot be stored in any container to become a substantial comfort.Rather, as long as it is there, the world will not be completely dark, and one can still find an escape exit in its direction.

——"So, starting today, Zhong is my 'switch'."

—— "No matter when, as long as the switch is still on, I will not lose my mind."

This is a promise he made himself. If he can't fulfill it, what qualifications do he have to stand in front of others.So, so he has to...

"Your bond is really deep, Aizawa-kun." As if seeing through all his struggles and thoughts, the young man hugged him with a loose posture and smiled, revealing the deadliest truth.

"But you probably won't see Chuya again, because he can't find you at all. Look, this phone has been ringing since the beginning."

Osamu Dazai raised his hand leisurely, revealing a black cat pendant hooked between his index fingers.Hanging below is a buzzing mobile phone, and the words "Central Plains Zhongye" are frequently flashing on the screen.

Probably aware of the other party's stupefaction, he happily shook his fingers, driving the display screen below to draw messy lights in the air, as if teasing a cat in a leisure afternoon, deliberately attracting the other party's attention.

"When I just went out, I already got it. Oh, you are really unsuspecting, ah--does it mean that you have begun to trust me?"

"What a pity, you should listen to Zhong Ye and never trust me."

"Because, I am... that Osamu Dazai."

There was a faint smile at the end of his voice, but it was inexplicably deep, like a tumbling dark quagmire, impatiently holding back the passing prey, wanting to pull the other into his own world together.

A creepy chill began to spread rapidly along the position where the two were touching, and even had a faint tendency to overtake and suppress the once nightmare.

Perhaps, this is the most frightening part - because the spiritual hell that others have created over the years is almost not as good as the tip of the iceberg when he occasionally shows his true nature.

"What a terrible man, Dazai-kun, who makes people never want to be enemies with you for the rest of their lives." Taking advantage of the time when Aizawa Juri's mind was disturbed again, the brown-haired young man walked forward quickly, smiling , while holding the "switch" that was shining with green light, shaking it, causing the jewel nail on the brow bone of the person in front of him to resonate at the same frequency, spreading out fluctuations that are difficult to catch with the naked eye.

"Well, although I really like seeing Chiyo in pain, you should go to bed now."

Compared with using verbal stimulation or using the power of "switches" to torture the target's mind, the current method is undoubtedly the most boring one.However, with the experience of the last failure, he naturally did not dare to take risks at will, so he could only choose to temporarily give up his own fun.

——Anyway, I will have a lot of time to play with Chiyo in the future...

As he imagined such a scene, his expression turned into a disgustingly gentle one, as if he was looking at a toy that had been lost for a long time, and even his tone was tinged with joy.

"Sleep, Chiyo, good boy. When you wake up again, you will find that we are still the same as before, living together day and night, and we have never been separated at all."

"Get out, get out—! Who wants to be in the same room with you, a psychopath... Stay away from me!" Like a trapped beast in a prison, the black-haired boy struggled with gritted teeth, but he couldn't make it through. The strong oppressive force emerged in the mind, and the whole person fell forward precariously, as if he would completely lose consciousness in the next second.

In normal times, his physical skills alone would be enough to overturn the enemies beside him, and then he would step on a few times fiercely to vent his anger.But now, he is like a wild cat that has been forcibly injected with anesthesia. No matter how fiercely he curses, he can't use any strength to change the tragic fate that is about to come.

——No, absolutely, I can't admit defeat... How can I lose to these hateful scumbags!

"Buzz-buzz-"

The mobile phone that was taken away was within his reach, and the familiar name was flashing persistently on the screen, as if the other party knew of his dangerous situation and was looking for him anxiously.

——Zhongye...

"This guy is really annoying."

As if remembering the pain his "clone" had suffered at the sports festival, the brown-haired young man's eyes flashed a trace of fear. In order to erase the unwillingness in his heart, he quickly reached out to touch Shuri's neck, sneered and grabbed it. up black leather strap.

"He gave you this dog chain too? Obviously we do the same things, right? Why do you like that man more? How is he better than me?!"

"You fucking, perverted yourself...you still have the face to ask me?" Aizawa Juri's forehead hair was completely wet with cold sweat, and his blue eyes like deep pools had no light, and he became extremely embarrassed.

Anyone can see that he is at the end of his strength and cannot continue to resist.But when he bit the tip of his tongue, forcibly brought up the last bit of energy, and panted out bloody syllables, he still looked wild and unruly, as if he was about to throw a punch at any time to blast the opponent's hypocrisy.

He raised his head and gave the answer aggressively——

"Chuya...anywhere is good! You are not comparable at all! Do you understand? You can only play tricks... bastard..."

No matter how reluctant he is, he will still be unable to resist the real "switch" of the heyday of power. The consciousness in his head will gradually collapse while speaking, like a sandy land swept by huge waves, and there is no way to restore it to its original state by his own strength. shape.In the end, he could only be pushed to the depths by the sea water, deprived of all resistance power, and endured a painful deep sleep.

His body fell limply in the arms of the person behind him, his brows were tightly furrowed, even if he fell asleep, he seemed to be having a nightmare, and he was completely different from his peaceful and innocent sleeping face last night.

"If I wasn't here, your recycling plan might end in failure again."

Osamu Dazai put away the phone that kept ringing calmly, and pressed the middle off button, reducing its sense of existence.Perhaps out of a little compassion, he pressed his fingers between the eyebrows of the person in his arms, and gently pushed them away to the sides.

It was obviously a meaningless move, but if he did it, it seemed that he was injecting some strange power to appease the soul of the other party, with some inexplicable sacred meaning.

"Don't irritate him all the time, Aso-kun, isn't it your specialty to make things troublesome?"

"We are just a cooperative relationship, and it is not your turn to tell me what to do." The young man called Aso sneered, reached out and snatched the unconscious black-haired boy back into his arms, squinting his eyes and warned: "Just now I was forced to do so because of helplessness." , from now on, you are not allowed to touch him casually."

"Without my 'disqualification in the world' to suppress, are you sure you can really control him?" The black-haired young man tilted his head, asking casually.

Human beings seem to have a common problem. Whenever one's plan is on the way to success, one can't help showing off. Given a chance, one can't wait to say everything to show off one's shrewdness.

He pinpointed the most suitable point, like pinching a tiny needle to puncture a balloon filled with carbon dioxide. Without much effort, he can get the most desired result.

And Shiga Aso obviously lived up to his prediction, smiled very complacently at the moment, and said in a rather mocking tone: "Compared to your supernatural power, of course my invention is more useful, as long as you wash it off After Chiyo's memory of escaping, he will naturally be as obedient as before. Speaking of which, Dazai-kun, aren't you very keen on suicide? Why don't you come to my laboratory and try it out? There are a hundred ways to send you on your way. .”

"Sounds really good, I must visit some other day!"

Osamu Dazai didn't seem to understand the aggressiveness in the other party's words, showing a look of yearning, he spread his palms with a smile, and demanded: "In that case, why don't you just give me a pass card, it's very convenient for me Feel free to experience it.”

"...Why do you look like you are going to an amusement park? It's disgusting."

The brown-haired young man didn't seem to have the patience to chat with him, picked up the long-lost experimental results, and walked away while perfunctoryly saying: "My place is the recorded sound wave control, if you really want to come, please make an appointment in advance. But it all depends on how I feel at the time.”

——A sound wave...it's not particularly difficult to decipher.

The figure who was left in place put one hand in his pocket, paused the recording mode of the phone, and greeted Shibusawa Tatsuhiko not far away as if nothing had happened: "I have to chat with my old friend alone for a while. Let's meet."

The surrounding fog seemed to be responding to him, and quickly receded, revealing the sunny weather outside again.If it wasn't for the absence of a person by his side, he might really think that what happened just now was just some kind of fantasy.

"Hey, even though he's acting in his true colors, he's still very tired."

He slid down against his friend's tombstone, sat on the cool lawn, looked up at the green leaves rustling with the breeze, and asked as if talking to himself: "Seeing this Things, do you think that I am no different from the past. In fact, many times, I can't help but doubt whether everything I have done has met your expectations. "

"But, this time, I'm sure I did nothing wrong."

"Hey, do you want to make a bet? If we can all come back alive, how about you crawl out and praise me?"

Probably even he himself thought it was too naive. The black-haired young man took out a box of small tin cans from his pocket and placed it next to the tombstone. He sighed softly, "Just kidding."

"—You know, I never make unsure bets."