Canary of the gods

It was a particularly dimly lit room.

It was pitch black on all sides, whether it was the ceiling, the floor or the walls, everything was black.There are only a few candlesticks used for lighting, and they are still exquisite antiques with a strong sense of history.

The atmosphere in the whole room was lifeless and extremely gloomy.

Of course, the focus of Temple Xiu is not on the room, but on the person in front of him.

The other party was dressed in black, with a long dark red scarf on his shoulders, and his left eye was wrapped with a bandage.

"Dazai?" Ji Yiyi's first reaction was, "Are your eyes hurt?"

Hearing this, Osamu Dazai was a little taken aback, obviously a little surprised.

But he quickly sorted out his expression and said with a smile, "Don't worry, I'm not hurt."

"..." Then why wrap your eyes?A temple repair is very puzzled.

Osamu Dazai saw the doubt written on his face, but obviously, he didn't intend to explain it.

"Xiu." As soon as the voice changed, he waved to a temple repairer and said, "Come here."

A temple cultivator subconsciously took a few steps towards him, and when he was less than an arm's length away, he suddenly stopped as if thinking of something.Frowning slightly, a little displeasure appeared on his face.

What will he say?

Osamu Dazai changed his overlapping long legs, and calmly selected a few answers from his mind.

Different time and space?Prynne? "Book"?His purpose of planning this incident?

Sure enough...

"I'm not a puppy." A priest muttered dissatisfied.

Osamu Dazai raised the corner of his mouth and said gently, "I didn't mean that."

"Yeah, you hate dogs, don't you?"

"……Yes."

A temple cultivator snorted, then walked the remaining few steps, and came in front of him.

Osamu Dazai motioned him to squat down again.

A temple cultivator: "..." Did you really not treat him like a dog? ? ?

Seeing that someone was about to explode, Osamu Dazai pointed at the signal jammer on the table and explained, "If I'm not wrong, they should have implanted a positioning chip in the back of your neck."

"Eh?" A temple cultivator subconsciously stretched out his hand to cover the back of his neck.

"Although it's impossible for them to monitor it a world away, maybe they can receive the positioning signal here?" Osamu Dazai said in a natural tone, "Squat down and let me see for you."

One temple cultivator refused without thinking: "No, I can use my supernatural ability... eh?"

"The ability is no longer available?" Dazai Osamu didn't seem surprised, and even seemed calm and in control of everything.

A temple repair couldn't help but frowned.But he didn't say anything in the end, just squatted down in front of him as requested by Osamu Dazai.Considering that the chip was on the back of his neck, he turned his back on purpose.

"Don't you want to ask something?" Osamu Dazai could see that there should be a lot of doubts in the mind of a priest at this moment.But the strange thing is that he didn't ask any of them.

Why is this?

Resting his chin, Yi Yisi gave his answer decisively: "There are a lot of questions, I will go through them first, and you can wait a little longer."

"..." It can be seen that this guy is not only courageous, but also has a big heart.

Apart from other things, Osamu Dazai looked at the particularly obvious spine after squatting down, which couldn't be covered by the thin clothes, and reminded softly: "Xiu, I can't check if you're like this."

A temple cultivator turned around, wondering: "Isn't it at the back of the neck? I want to turn around, why..."

Before he finished speaking, his head was supported by one hand and pressed against the opponent's knee.A temple cultivator subconsciously wanted to raise his head, but was stopped.

"do not move."

"..."

There is no scar on the back of a temple cultivator's neck. From the surface, there is no problem at all.So Osamu Dazai took off the glove from one hand, and stuck his warm fingertips on the back of a monk's neck, groping carefully bit by bit.

"..." What is this?

A temple cultivator felt a little itchy, and shrank his neck unconsciously, as if he wanted to get rid of that strange feeling.

Osamu Dazai looked at him as if he saw a cat being held by the scruff of the neck.

Of course, he didn't reveal his thoughts, and the tone of his speech was still calm and natural, making it impossible to make mistakes: "Soon, bear with it."

"……Oh."

Not long after, Osamu Dazai felt an unnatural square bump somewhere, which was so small that it was not even as big as the nail cap of his little finger.

"Found it," he said.

Then, he took out a sharp scalpel from the medical box on the table, sterilized it, and said to a monk simply to inform rather than ask for advice: "I'm going to do it."

A priest had no objection, and obediently lay on his knees, waiting quietly for Dazai to move the knife.

Osamu Dazai's movements are clean and fast.

Ji Yiji felt that the back of his neck was quickly wiped by the blade, and before he felt much pain, Osamu Dazai took out the bloody micro positioning chip and crushed it, and threw it on the small tray, together with the blood in his hand. That scalpel together.

Then, the other party took out disinfectant and cotton swabs from the medical kit, and began to disinfect his wounds.

This time his movements were much slower than when he moved the knife before.The cotton swab dipped in disinfectant was applied to the wound, and the movements were so light, it gave a temple cultivator a feeling that was not even as real as the spring breeze blowing on the face.

Just dawdling like this, when will the disinfection be finished?

He thought so, and said directly: "Actually, it doesn't matter if you use a little force." Otherwise, this would really make him suspect that the cotton swab didn't actually touch his skin at all.

Osamu Dazai smiled and said, "Okay."

After being sterilized, Osamu Dazai took out another roll of bandage, which looked as if it was about to be wrapped up by a priest.

The latter saw him pick up the bandage, and was a little surprised: "Is the wound big?" He didn't feel much... He thought it would be okay to put a bandage on it, or not to put it on at all, but he didn't expect to need a bandage for it .

Uh, is he too rough-skinned and thick-skinned?

Osamu Dazai looked down at the small wound less than a finger wide, opened his eyes and said nonsense: "I think it would be better to wrap it with a bandage."

"Oh..." That's fine.

So a temple cultivator obediently asked him to wear a bandage.

After a while of silence, a temple cultivator suddenly remembered something, and suddenly asked, "Where's that bastard Bai Lan?"

"He left early."

"..." Oh, it turns out that guy also knows that when he sees him, he will definitely beat him up.A temple cultivator's expression was very indifferent.

But then again, a temple cultivator put his hands on his knees and looked up at him, "This matter...you are also involved?"

Osamu Dazai wrapped bandages round and round around his slender and beautiful neck, as if locking him with a collar.After hearing a question from a temple cultivator, he said softly, "It's better to say, I planned this matter from the beginning to the end."

Jiyi Jijiu just wanted to lower his head, but Dazai Osamu held his chin and prevented him from moving, "Just don't move, if the bandage is not wrapped properly, it will make you uncomfortable."

"Oh..." He had no choice but to maintain this angle of looking up, and then asked, "Then what is your purpose? Bai Lan said that there is something in me that escaped from your world?"

"That's right."

"What's that thing?" A temple cultivator was very curious, why didn't he know that he had something that escaped from another world?

"Think about it, what is missing from you now?"

"..." Isn't it?Although he had guessed before, but because it was so unbelievable, he didn't think it was the truth at all.But now, hearing Dazai Osamu's meaning, did not expect it to be true?

A priest's eyes widened slightly, and he said hesitantly, "You mean...my supernatural power?"

Osamu Dazai said vaguely, "Yes and no."

"..." What kind of answer is this?

Seeing his dissatisfaction, Osamu Dazai comforted him: "It's not convenient to disclose this issue to you at the moment, please wait a little longer."

"..." It seems that no matter which time and space Osamu Dazai likes to play tricks the same.

Putting this question aside for the time being, a priest thought of something else.

So far, he has also experienced several time and space jumps.But this is the first time he knows that the space-time channel can be connected with a book.

Thinking of this, his eyes unconsciously drifted to the book he got out before...

"Huh? Where's the book?"

There was nothing on the floor, and a monk was confused.

He obviously came from there just now...

"In fact, the book just now is just a projection of 'it', and the body is not actually in this room."

"..." A temple cultivator nodded, it didn't seem like he understood, but just said that he knew the answer.

"By the way." He suddenly thought, "My supernatural ability is actually something from this world, and now it has been recovered by you, so..."

Am I just an ordinary person without supernatural powers now?

After having such thoughts, a temple monk suddenly felt relaxed, as if the shackles that had been fettered on him for a long time were finally untied.But after that, he felt a sense of bewilderment and bewilderment.

He felt that his body became very light and relaxed, but his heart was empty, as if he had lost something important again.

He is like a dandelion fluttering in the wind. After breaking away from the shackles of the mother plant and the earth, he is carried by the wind to an unknown distance.

At first he may feel novel and free, but he is floating, the wind does not know when it will stop, and he does not know when and where he will land.He was drifting involuntarily, his eyes seemed to be covered by big invisible hands, he couldn't see the future, he couldn't find a place to return to, he was at a loss.

strangeness……

Wouldn't it be nice to be a normal person?

Although there may be a lot of trouble in the future, at least, the people he treats with kindness and the people he accidentally likes will not have any accidents.

He doesn't have to stand far away from the crowd like before, like a little bug trying to avoid the sun and hide in a dark corner, quietly doing his duty, not participating or approaching, just watching them lively.

Maybe now he can also experience the fun of playing and joking with others?

……Wait a moment.

Why did he feel even more horrified when he thought about it this way?

He is just an ordinary social fear squatting at home, even if he loses his superpowers, he doesn't want to become an optimist social expert, okay?Why fantasize about playing with lots of people? ? ?horrible! ! !

The bandage was almost wrapped, and Osamu Dazai tied a knot at the end, then raised his hand and knocked a piece of Jishu who was thinking wildly.

"Don't worry, your supernatural ability is only temporarily gone, and it will come back."

A temple master let out a sigh of relief, it's nice not to socialize.