Social animals don't deserve love

Early the next morning, I went to the detective agency to finish my daily work. Around noon, I sneaked away while Dazai Osamu was pestering the client and was beaten again by Kunikida.

The "accomplice" always looks pitiful when he gets beaten up. When he buys canned food for Socrates at night, he should also bring some for him. It is rare for a man who can live on canned crab meat.

Walking into the Family Mart convenience store, the ordinary salt rice balls covered with seaweed looked a bit like Dostoevsky. When I saw this fetish, of course I quickly packed a few, and then added a vegetable salad and Soft-boiled eggs, carried in my hand to feed the Siberian hamster that almost killed me last night.

Tsk, let my Socrates scratch him sooner or later.

Maybe it was because of the terrible smell yesterday, but today the nose is buzzing and blocked, and even the temples are twitching and painful.Going upstairs and opening the door, Dostoevsky rarely appeared in the living room to answer the phone.

I put the plastic bag on the table, and went to clean his room with a hard-working old mother.

"Fyodor Mikhailovich Dostoevsky! Did you stay up all night again!"

Soon there was a "roar" in the study room, hung up the phone, opened the plastic bag, and the young man who was looking at each other with a rice ball blinked blankly, very surprised that a person who always thinks the Russian name is too long actually called his name correctly, and Couldn't find any pronunciation problems.

You must know that people on this island country are famous all over the world for their "ridiculous foreign language accent". He has given up communicating with them in his mother tongue and self-taught language. Unexpectedly, he seems to meet a very talented person.

"I'm asking you! Did you stay up all night tinkering with computers again? Do you want to die suddenly!"

She stepped on her slippers and rushed out of the study angrily, still holding the coffee cup that hadn't been cleaned in time.

The beautiful black eyes were round and shining with water, and the expression of annoyance seemed to be smashed with a cup in the next second.

"Hmm... It's a little cold, I can't sleep." He "habitually" gave in and explained, and she also seemed to "habitually" accept this reason that even Ivan would not believe.

There was no sign of injury on her body, and she appeared in front of him on time with a natural and normal expression.

The joy deep in her heart doesn't know whether it should be attributed to her keeping the secret, or enjoying the response from cheating and stealing.

At first he really planned to use "love" as a means to control her, but unfortunately he was interrupted by the PortMafia cadres.Afterwards, Yokohama suddenly increased its monitoring of foreigners, and it took a while before he and Gogol successfully infiltrated the country's management.Looking back, he was too lazy to spend energy to coax a woman, so he simply hypnotized her to accept the setting of "old friend from afar"...

How should I put it, there was nothing wrong with this plan, but now he couldn't help but wonder whether her tenderness came from his own will or was influenced by hypnosis.He hoped it was the former, but he continued to intensify his hypnosis with reason and emotions that he didn't know what to count as.

Will she lose her temper like she does now when she gets along with her colleagues?Will you complain?Will it show the expression of a kitten intending to stretch its paws to scratch people angrily?

——Was it like this when she was with Ango Sakaguchi before the divorce?

No, this kind of frivolous guessing and implementation of plans is not beneficial, and it is of no value to the realization of ideals, but it will always occupy a lot of thinking time when it is not appropriate to attack the superficial layer of consciousness.

Totally wrong.

It's just that she has been with him for a few days during his illness, can she already have such an influence on him...

The "accidents" that do not conform to the plan should be eradicated.Kill her, clean up the body, and then quickly evacuate. This is an action that should be carried out immediately.Anyway, the "book page" has been obtained, the effect after the test is very satisfactory, and the necessary layout has been completed. Presumably, after obtaining the entire book, he will be able to eliminate all the supernatural beings in the world.

It will be a great book unparalleled in the world, and at the same time, it is also the ideal of going to the same goal with his friend Gogol.

——In this world where people with supernatural abilities coexist with ordinary people, everyone claims freedom.But what did he see in their "freedom"?Only discrimination and suicide.Because the world "treats everyone equally" and says: "If you yearn for power, then satisfy your yearning. Don't be afraid to have power, and you should even yearn for more."—Everyone thinks this way, this is the so-called freedom of".But what does this expanded power mean?For people with different abilities, they kill each other more frequently and fiercely discriminate against ordinary people, which is tantamount to suicide for ordinary people.Because the "right" is given, but the way to satisfy the yearning is not specified.

The most obvious example is the "Hound Dog" squad under the Ministry of Military Affairs.

The unstoppable supernatural surgery, the deteriorating body, the contradictory sinners...need to be saved.

Everyone lives in the world with their sins. If it ends early, it may not be a bad thing.

Crime and punishment are good friends. Only "punishment" can understand "crime". To understand "crime", one must first understand "punishment"...

"I'm talking to you, Fei Jia, do you want sugar or honey in the hot milk? You must not have had breakfast, but it's almost lunch time now... drink some milk first, I'd better stir up the rice balls and cook some porridge for you Forget it, or I will have a stomachache in a few days."

She walked up to him in a rambling manner and took away from his hand the rice balls that had been stared at for a long time and always felt that something was wrong. The sound of kitchen utensils clanging and knocking on each other was soon heard in the kitchen.

He heard himself moaning limply begging for honey, like those miners who spend all their pocket money in the tavern and then go home with their necks hunched over to be scolded by their wives.

Perhaps, I can also kill her first, and then resurrect her with the book.Let her forget about everything in Yokohama, and only stay in the space within my sight... No flies from the Armed Detective Agency, no troubles from PortMafia, and no ex-husband of her special agent department.

It's okay, I'm torturing her now, and I'll compensate her with my love later (Note).

He just lowered his head and thought about how to deal with the embalming of the corpse. There was a white and fat milk cup in front of him. The sweet taste of honey mixed with the fragrance of milk came into his nose. The citrus scent: "Your milk has two tablespoons of honey, drink it while it's hot."

If you reach out and grab her wrist at this time...

While thinking, he squeezed her slender blue wrist with limp tendons: "...you have a fever."

Yada Fubuki is more important alive than dead, even if he is only one or two points bigger.

Tsk, who is tamed by the warmth?

I was taken aback when Dostoevsky held me back with a confused look on his face. He looked the same as usual, but he kept releasing an indescribable aura of contradiction.Instinct kept warning of danger, but He was too quick to be grabbed by the wrist.Just when I was about to poke his eyeballs for relief, this guy said in a daze, "...you, you have a fever."

"Huh?" Do I have a fever?

"I don't know if you're sick, Fubuki, you're even better at taking care of yourself than I thought. Let's take a break? Don't work too hard, and leave the rest to Gogol."

I was pulled into a thick plush cloak and wrapped up.Infected by ice and snow, something soft and moist touched my forehead, so startled that I couldn't help but look up and stare at him.The young man said something piously, dizziness and high fever hit him in his smile, and the last thing I saw was those crystal clear purple eyes...

"Chuixue sauce, Chuuxue sauce, wake up quickly, if you don't wake up, I will be beaten to death by everyone!"

The noisy noise woke me up from a deep sleep, I raised my hand to rub my eyes but couldn't put it down, and when I turned my head, I saw a furry head protruding beside the bed.

"...It's Dazai, why am I lying here?"

Open your eyes and take a closer look, it is clearly the treatment room of the detective agency.

Osamu Dazai rode upside down on the chair and shook his feet like a child: "Of course you are wise, skilled, mature and reliable. I rushed to rescue you after I found out that something was wrong~"

I hastily turned around to look at his face a few times, then fell back on the pillow with a sigh of relief: "Stop talking nonsense, he ran away?"

"Well, I ran away, ran away neatly, threw Fubuki-chan, who was sick and had a fever, on the floor alone, even rolled up a few rice balls and ran away cleanly."

The schadenfreude in Dazai Osamu's tone was so strong that I couldn't bear to look directly: "..."

"Ahahahahahaha! Someone who is so good at calculating people's hearts actually counts himself in, I'm laughing to death!" He couldn't help but simply couldn't bear it, and patted the plastic back of the chair with a "slap" sound .

I:"……"

Maybe it was my silence that made him feel a little bit of danger. After 1 minute, this guy finally stopped his arrogant laugh and wiped his face back to normal: "So, Fuxue-chan, how did you scare the devil away?"

"How do I know! Is he allergic to rice balls?"

I sat up with my arms propped up and leaned against the head of the bed, pulled the quilt up to my chin, paused for a moment and lowered my head and said, "Dazai, I know exactly what Dostoevsky wants to do."

"He wants to create a world without people with supernatural powers."

I knew Russian already, but pretended not to understand it in front of Fyodor and his friends.

I couldn't help raising my hand and kneading my forehead viciously. I don't think I will have any good feelings for things like hypnosis in my life.

The high fever has subsided, but there is an extra consciousness in my head that does not belong to me——My Russian friend, Fyodor Mikhailovich Dostoyevsky, for a distant relative of mine I hurried to the other side of the earth for thousands of miles... Anyway, believe it or not, this guy directly used hypnosis to simply and rudely force me to accept this setting.

If Mr. Zhaoma hadn’t bought one and got one free last night to strengthen the barrier in consciousness, I would definitely refute Dazai’s so-called conclusion of “running away with rice balls” at this moment.It is estimated that Dostoevsky was too lazy to write a new script in this place, and forcibly used the "cheat finger that belongs to the script writer" to force this "relative" on my head.

Even if I know in my heart that I don't have a relative named "Sigma" at all, I have to succumb to the influence of hypnotism consciously, and every time I express it to the outside, I will inadvertently strengthen the so-called "kinship", and I can't even do it Say anything to the person that denies the relationship.

Even facing Osamu Dazai.

It is also strange to say, what kind of hypnosis is this?Even the warning from the gods deep in my consciousness is hard to resist, as if I should have such a distant relative that I have never met.

If I hadn't been vigilant and defensive at the beginning, I think I would have believed every word Dostoevsky said, including the one he left before he left.

In short, at the end of the spring of this year, my "best friend" from Russia left Yokohama for me to "take a civil flight", and his other friend Gogol was with him.

I hate hypnotism.

Again, I hate hypnotism!

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The timeline has been adjusted here. The original Sigma appeared three years before the chapter "Five Decays of Heaven and Man".It was too early and I changed the timeline. Summer dun dun will be online soon!Congratulations to Master Socrates on the promotion of my younger brother!

Note: From Dostoevsky's "The Idiot".

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