Shirase, the leader of the Yokohama Supernatural Group

Dazai asked me abruptly, "Are you familiar with the newly appointed psychiatrist?" He moved his gaze on Misha's painting to my face, rarely showing any expression.Dazai is waiting for my answer, even though I think he's already figured it out.

The smile that had appeared on my face faded away little by little, and I chose to reveal the problems that existed between us. "Don't you understand, Dazai?"

The other party was in a state of listening cooperatively, and his expression became slightly serious.

I put my face in front of Dazai, my eyelashes met so close that my eyelashes almost dried out, and I told Dazai sternly, "I am the [variable] you see."

In the same way, Dazai is also a variable in the content of the comic book I gave Bai Lan, no, he should be called an unknown number.I've never seen a scene related to it in a comic book.

It stands to reason that with Dazai's clever little head and his special abilities, it's unlikely that he won't even get the name of a passer-by in the comics.

Bai Lan's comics, so far, except for some people such as the leader, have a lot more.For example, Zhongye, a god who is suspected of descending to experience the sufferings of the world.I simply didn't follow the route in the comics.

"Honey, why did you spend the whole night researching the strategy seriously, but in the end you completely broke away from the strategy and ended up with a weird ending?" Bai Lan couldn't hold back her curiosity about my coquettish operation, and ate it from the sofa hugging a pillow Marshmallow moved in a sloppy manner, and it came close to me who was facing the computer.

The five-character ending in bright red is displayed on the computer - [Beloved Doll].

I clicked the mouse carelessly to check the follow-up of the ending. The bright red roses surrounded the puppet protagonist who had lost his soul in the posture of many stars and the moon.

"I finally got you, my dear." The female monologue in the game coincided with the voice of Bai Lan in reality.

Double the fright.

Bai Lan admired my trembling contentedly, and she couldn't help but lie on my back with a smile, "Why is it so fun, my dear." Bai Lan pretended to pause, and asked me back as if she had suddenly realized, "Could it be that you are expecting to change? Be my beloved puppet?"

"..." Oops, why am I reduced to answering death questions again.

The way I avoided talking about it made Bai Lan, who was originally smiling, exude a cold breath.Bai Lan is like the mousse cake just taken out of the freezer, it is so soft and cold that it freezes your teeth.

Dangerous.

I jumped back to the original question with an irrelevant answer, "I prefer the special ending to the public ending." Taking advantage of Bai Lan's attention having successfully shifted to my topic, I went on nonsense, "You think, if all It's a one-man ending, so boring."

Bai Lan asked in confusion, "Then which ending do you like best?" Her little thoughtful expression made the corners of my mouth rise a few levels unconsciously.

"How did you make me look like the protagonist in the game, and you can turn the ending I played in the game into reality?" After speaking, I was overwhelmed by the outrageous imagination, and laughed out of joy Voice.

Bai Lan looked very strange, she looked at me pitifully as if she were looking at the eyes of the second fool at the entrance of the village.

It can't be me who is right, right?Outrageous.

I couldn't figure it out, so I could only automatically ignore the sense of disobedience, and responded to Bai Lan's question with an awkward smile, "Yes [Relief]." It was the first time I felt that the degree of surprise was beyond my imagination.

Confirmed eyes, is the shore that I can never reach.

It is said that drama is like life.Could it be that the ending of the strategy Dazai foresaw was surprisingly diverse and fresh, so that now he never forgets me and persists in attacking me with the idea of ​​not giving up until he gets me?

But, is the me that Dazai peeped at really me?

I pursed my lips, lowered my eyelids, and succeeded in gradually covering up the rolling emotions in my eyes.

Cupping my face with cool hands, it was Dazai.He asked knowingly in a soft voice to confirm his thoughts, "What is your real ability?"

Instead of waving Dazai's hand away, I grabbed his hand, showing a slightly abrupt smile, "I'm just an ordinary psychopath."

Dazai's eyes glanced at the painting of cadre X hidden under Misha's painting, and he sighed inexplicably, "You are really incredible."

For the unexpected praise, I naturally and happily accepted it, and said the words in the scene, "You are not bad."

"I can transform the imaginary things that I imagined out of thin air into reality." Dazai's hands did not let go, but gradually moved down to my neck, as if he was looking for a suitable way and took a free posture to grope.

I smiled and faced the not-so-good end.

Is it because it confirmed that I am not the person you desire?

Or is it that my dear brother who comes out to prove his existence from time to time is what Dazai really desires?

It's ridiculous, indescribably ridiculous.

Even if I am in the new world, I am still a substitute, my brother is really amazing, he is loved by thousands of people.And I have nothing but to die.

How can you teach me not to feel resentment?

It is different from my previous misconception that I am my substitute, but the tragic fact that I am still my brother's substitute.

"Don't be afraid that your strength is not enough." I looked at Dazai indifferently with a broken can, and the corners of my mouth curled up ironically, "Take me with the viciousness you shoot at the enemy." I tilted my head slightly, revealing A mean gesture that looked even more mocking.

I can clearly feel that the strength of the hand's grip on the neck is deepening step by step.

I am a dying swan at this point, uncertain of which adjectives to describe my situation.But it does not prevent me from ushering in the ending that may be a relief.

I live under the shadow of my brother, in what form can my soul be freed?

I have no way of knowing, and I can only rely on Dazai being ferocious enough to pull my soul out.

The strength of the pinching is enough to make my body naturally rise up the instinct of resistance, and I willfully reject its prompt, and accept the coming unknown ending naturally.

"Why do you..." I suppressed the discomfort in my throat, raised my eyelids and asked Dazai who stopped halfway.

ill?Or do you like to enjoy the joy of repeated tossing?

Dazai rubbed the bruises caused by him without responding, and murmured, "No."

"I still like the unique you."

"It's not another [you]." Dazai's ambiguous statement made my already a little hypoxic head completely freeze and freeze me, unable to make correct thinking, just showing the corresponding puzzled expression has already consumed me a lot Mental strength.

Mostly because of the existence of Misha, I consumed a lot of energy.

Malaise is the best way to describe me at this stage.

Not to mention, he was brutally raped by Gobi Dazai.I could hear what he was saying, it was amazing.

Dazai embraced me cautiously, put his head close to my ear and explained, "I ran into two of you in the dream that night." Dazai mentioned the last dream, paused slightly, and explained the concealed content one by one. Out, "You are entangled and wrestling with each other."

"I only witnessed one person disappear alive in the sky-swallowing fire."

Hearing this, I couldn't help frowning, and calmly followed Dazai's unfinished sentence, "So you subconsciously think that the other party is the real me?"

However, the Dazai in the dream can be misidentified, and there is no reason to return to reality to reverse the wrong cognition and correctly identify me.

Regarding my unspoken puzzlement and doubts, Dazai gave his answer as if he had insight into people's hearts, "Although you look the same, you have different tastes."

You and Zhong also have a common topic of conversation. Is it because you both know people with your nose?Tell me, what will I feel like in Dazai's heart this time?

"Smells the same as mine." Dazai said seriously.

"What are you?" Wait a minute, I suddenly lost track of what I had been hiding in my heart for a long time.I tactically covered up my slip of the tongue, dismissed the mistake as if nothing had happened, and approached the original topic without admitting it.

"I mean your smell." But don't say anything to me, I know his smell.

No, I do not know.

With strong resistance in my heart, I waited for Dazai's reply.My intuition revealed the truth to me in advance, Dazai will definitely not say good things.After all, when did you ever see a dog spit out ivory?right?

"It's the smell of black mud, evil mixed with a dark and rotten smell." Dazai jumped out one word after another. In comparison, I am more inclined to accept Chuya's description of me, the fresh orange smell is too fragrant.

Even if the seniority is subtly lowered, it is better than the smell of being rotten.

Although I know it well, Dazai's description of us is not wrong at all.Yes, it probably means that Dazai is terminally ill, and I am still a hundred steps away from being saved.

"The smell of the other party is the mixed smell emitted by Shirayuki after it has melted into the soil." Dazai struggled to give the wording with uncertainty.

Compared to me, my elder brother, who chose to escape and has always been carefree, is of course as pure white as snowflakes, but unfortunately it turns into water in the end, serving as part of the nutrients of the black mud for its growth, development, and growth.

When the riddle was solved, I still reserved the view that Dazai was one of my own, and then I turned my face and threw Dazai out. I simply remembered that today is a special recycling day for non-recyclable garbage.

Good guy, congratulations to Dazai for successfully catching up with this wonderful day that was born for him.

"You don't think nothing will happen after pinching me, do you?" I showed a ferocious expression, admiring Zai's last expression before his death.

Dazai didn't dare to show the same aggrieved expression as before, but instead formed a wrinkled face and asked me for reprieve in a low voice, "Why don't you pinch it back?"

"Even if I pinch you deeper than you are now, I don't have the slightest complaint." Dazai said as sincerely as possible with his ghostly eyes wide open.

I was a little moved, but unfortunately I felt that I missed the best counterattack point.It's better to keep it until Dazai is asleep, and I will come to Qiuhou to settle the score.

"I knew Shirase was reluctant." Dazai, who was thrown on the bed by me, held his chest, proudly sighed with sparkling eyes.

Before I had time to refute the other party and let Dazai pour out the overnight water in his mind, I heard Dazai crackling and continuing to talk to himself, "What are you waiting for when I fall asleep, but I can't sleep."

"Rounding up and down means Shirase can't bear to hit me hard."

I had nothing to say to Dazai, "Why don't you just say that it has provoked you when you pass by the bank, so how about making it lose money?"