Please let me have a dog on a leash, okay?

"Are you kidding me?"

"Is it interesting?"

"Are you proud?"

Nakajima and Tanizaki felt the dignified atmosphere between the two people downstairs as soon as they came down from the rooftop.

"What happened?" Nakajima asked Tanizaki in a low voice, not even daring to breathe.

Tanizaki scratched his head and said, "I don't know."

"Atsu-kun wants to know what happened, why don't you ask me." I smiled and looked at him, ignoring Dazai who kept making small movements behind him.

Frightened by the smile on my face, Nakajima took a few steps back.

"It's over, it's over, Xiaobai is angry. Is the first kiss really so important to a girl? I'm worse than a scumbag who lied to Xiaobai's first kiss."

Nakajima was silently shocked in his heart, the wind was so strong that he didn't seem to hear clearly.

Dazai picked up a stone and handed it to me, pointing to his head, "Hammer it here, I will definitely not resist."

"Ah."

I took Tanizaki's hand and climbed onto the roof. The environment here is very good. There are delicate and small pastries on the altar enshrining the shrine, and there are all kinds of potted plants growing gratifyingly around.

Dazai tore off some vines from nowhere and planned to tie them to his body. Nakajima asked suspiciously: "Mr. Dazai, there is no suitable beam here, and these few vines can't bear your weight."

Dazai concentrated on tying the vines to his body without even raising his head, "Who said I'm going to commit suicide."

Nakajima looked up at the sky. The sun didn't rise today, and it was impossible for the sun to come out from the west.

He hesitated, "Mr. Dazai... didn't commit suicide?"

This sentence is more important than President Fukuzawa.Black, the port mafia boss Sen Ougai wants to wash his hands in the gold basin and it is even more terrifying.

"I want to apologize and make up for my mistakes," Dazai said.

"Mistakes...?" Mr. Dazai, you have made enough mistakes, Kunikida-kun has memorized a cabinet of small notebooks, and he didn't see you recognize your mistakes.

"You don't understand, this is the consciousness of being a scumbag."

"Hey—" The sun really came out from the west, right?

Nakajima pointed to the slowly rising sun in the west and wiped his eyes, "As expected, my eyes were dazzled, and I actually saw the sun rising from the west."

Dazai Mi's eyes were blinded by the glare of the sun, he knocked on Nakajima's head, "The sun really rises from the west."

The sun rose slowly, but the surroundings became darker and darker, and the place where the sun's rays went was dark.

Wax lamps rise one after another, and clusters of flames on them illuminate the road ahead.

"Aren't we on the rooftop?" Where is this again?Why does it feel like it has turned into horror mode in an instant, Nakajima has goose bumps all over his body.

There was no smile on Dazai's face, his voice was not as brisk as usual, but rather deep, "I'm afraid that when the weird sun rises, we will enter another dimension."

"How come..." Nakajima was very surprised.

He clearly knew that Osamu Dazai's ability was invalid for all the abilities that came into contact with him. This ability that allows them to switch from one dimension to another, could Dazai's ability be invalidated?

The familiar breath made me frown, Dazai took my hand but I shook it off without saying a word.

Dazai watched me walking forward very familiarly, touched his chin and muttered: "Are you really angry?"

I walked 169 steps with my eyes closed, reached out and groped in the darkness for a while, found a doorknob and opened the door, the light that bloomed from the door made Nakajima cover his eyes with his hands.

He said, "Why is Kurihara-san so familiar with this place?"

Dazai's face darkened for a moment, and he lost his usual playful smile, "Follow me."

Pushing open the door, there are experimenters who are immersed in research.

They stabbed unknown injections into the body of the child lying on the experimental bed one by one, and they looked at the measured data on the computer excitedly.

But in the next second, they all lowered their heads again, "It failed again."

The laboratory was cold and weird, and Nakajima felt the chill spreading in his heart.

"What are they doing?"

Tanizaki rubbed his hands, "It looks like an experiment."

Nakajima pointed to the dying child on the experimental table, "Then who are these people?"

There was no emotion in Dazai's tone, without any fluctuation, "They are all..."

Dazai's and I's cold voices sounded at the same time, "Experimental product."

"Kurihara-san, Dazai-kun?" Nakajima was stunned for a moment, and wanted to get off the bound little girl on the experimental bed, but when he stretched out his hand, his hand passed through the little girl's body alive.

"This..." Nakajima looked at his hand.

"It's useless, everything here is fake." I looked into the corner with a cold tone, "What exactly do you want?"

It was another darkness where no light could be seen.

A few seconds later, wall lamps lit up on the wall.The empty palace is magnificent, and every place shows power and status.

The pillars standing in the palace are shining golden, with large chrysanthemums carved on them.

Going all the way in is a long staircase, and on the top sits a woman in a dazzling red twelve-single, her head bowed, her hair covering her face.She held a mirror in her hand, and the light reflected from the mirror shone on the wall.

Nakajima exclaimed, "What is that?"

The woman on the high platform slowly raised her head as if hearing Nakajima's words.Her eyes were filled with a hazy red, her facial features were small and exquisite, her long and narrow red phoenix eyes were raised upwards, there were several vertical cracks drawn by red lines on her forehead, and there was a small black mole at the corner of her eyes and mouth.

These two moles and the vertical crack on her forehead did not destroy her beauty at all, but added luster to her and made her alive.

She evoked a smile, her bright red lips were more intense than the kimono she was wearing.

She laughed, and her gentle smile wafted through the entire palace like a spring breeze, "Many people have come to the slave's palace, and there are also a few handsome men."

Dazai opened his mouth slightly, breaking the atmosphere and said, "Beautiful lady, can you die for love with me?"

She covered her lips and eyes and smiled into a crescent moon, "No way."

Nakajima pulled Dazai's clothes, trying to wake him up.No matter how you look at this woman who appeared in the palace, she looks like the biggest behind-the-scenes boss.

Mr. Dazai, wake up!

Dazai took a step forward and asked back, "Why not?"

"No why."

"Is it because you are dead?"

The woman's face changed, and her curved lips turned slightly downward.

Nakajima pulled Dazai down, and he felt oppressed by the powerful aura of the woman.

He said embarrassingly, "Kurihara-san, you must stop Mr. Dazai from committing suicide."

This woman is a person who can't be provoked at first sight.

I said blankly, "Why should I care about him? Whether he dies or dies with a beautiful girl has nothing to do with me."

Dazai walked over angrily, rolled up his sleeves and said, "Why don't you have anything to do with me?!"

"Ah."

"Huh—? How dare you?" Dazai leaned forward like a vicious dog.

Nakajima whispered, "Kurihara-san, Dazai-san, now is not the time to quarrel."

Tanizaki dragged Nakajima away from the battlefield, "Listen to senior's advice, don't go forward at this time."

Dazai snorted a few times, "It doesn't matter to me? What do you mean it doesn't matter? You have a lot to do with me."

"cut."

"Cut? We're the ones we kissed for the first time!"

These words made Nakajima's mind buzzing, just now, Mr. Dazai, you still asked that beautiful strange woman to die for love?

The way he looked at Dazai changed, and he said contemptuously, "Scumbag!"

The woman on the high platform watched them quarreling with interest, she saw something, her face darkened, "What an annoying lover."

Dazai stopped the one-sided quarrel and laughed lowly, he turned his head, his eyes were covered by the bangs on his forehead.

"You who hate lovers so much, why don't you just want to resurrect your lover."

"The great Japanese goddess who lives in the legend——Himiko."

The author has something to say:

Did you kill it today?

No, but what is more frightening about being beaten is cold violence against him!