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Faced with Lingling's helping hand, Osamu Dazai was very moved and rejected her.

It's not because he wants to escape, he just wants to be more low-key.

"Low-key, low-key, okay?" Osamu Dazai pressed down his palm, trying to persuade Ling Ling who had pulled out the pen cap: "The drawing is too conspicuous on the bandage, why don't we hide the suture under the bandage and tear it off when needed Enough."

Ling Ling bit the pen cap and thought for a while, finally nodded: "Okay."

Osamu Dazai thought he had made it through, and just breathed a sigh of relief, but was choked up by Lingling's words.

"Then we agreed, the sutures on the master's forehead will be drawn by me!" She held the oil-based pen in her hand and swore: "I will definitely use a ruler, and I will not draw it crookedly for the master."

Osamu Dazai: "...OK."

What could he do, other than cry and forgive her.

Ling Lingti walked the mouse rope made by stealing Xia Youjie's sneakers, shaking in the air.The chipmunk was dangling in mid-air by its neck, its short gray tail drooping weakly.

[R·Rubber Band of Humiliation] took effect very quickly, and the plan of the brain flower to resist, deal with, think about how to escape and counter-kill was forced to reset with one click, and in the end there were only endless net suppression clouds left in its head .

mourning - he is so mournful

Life is not worth it, everything is sad.

Being human, it's sorry.

No, it is not a human being, Wu Wu, it is even more mournful.

A fat mouse loses his dreams.

Leaving is as easy as coming in. The firewall that the Kamo family is proud of is as thin as paper under the hands of the top artificial intelligence.Osamu Dazai and Ling Ling returned to the headquarters of the Panxing Sect with their war mouse.

Lingling is super happy, she has a little white mouse to play with.

It was her first time to raise mice, and everything looked fresh, and she ran into the kitchen excitedly to fiddle with her beaker and alcohol lamp as soon as it landed.

Osamu Dazai took a sympathetic look at the chipmunk holding its paws and shutting itself off, with no hope for its future.

Just imagine what hell it is, and all he can say about it is - well done.

"But it's okay, I'm safe because there are special-purpose mice persecuting me." Osamu Dazai said emotionally, "Brother Naohua, sacrifice yourself for others, and I will remember your great kindness."

No one responded to him, Osamu Dazai unhappily picked up his subordinate's beard and asked, "As the biggest villain in the whole play, shouldn't you say something in the face of such a humiliating experience?"

Tell him a few words like "30 years in Hedong and 30 years in Hexi, don't bully the young and poor"!No atmosphere at all, bad reviews.

"It's really not possible, you can say 'there is no next time', and say it in the tone of a young lady." Osamu Dazai took out his mobile phone and flipped through the black history of Chuya in the Central Plains he had saved to show the chipmunks, his eyes full of anticipation , "Please start your performance."

Brain Chipmunk: Mourn——I'm so sad

"Master, you have to remove the [rubber band of humiliation] first, so that it can get rid of its autism and become a mouse again." Lingling came in with a beaker of green liquid and reminded.

Seeing the bitter gourd juice in her hand, Osamu Dazai's face turned green instantly, and he subconsciously covered his mouth.

"Take, take away..." he said tremblingly, "We have no grievances or enmities, why would Zero Sauce harm me?"

Lingling took a sip of Yakult's bitter gourd juice, and really didn't understand why Osamu Dazai's heart disease was so difficult to cure.

But she didn't force Osamu Dazai to feel happy with her, Ling Ling took out a clean petri dish from his pocket, and poured a small dish of bitter melon juice into the dish.

Osamu Dazai's pupils trembled when he saw this scene.

She is finally dissatisfied with the development of dark cuisine, is she going to formally enter the biological and chemical weapons? !

"This must be a conspiracy of artificial intelligence." Osamu Dazai shrank into a ball of thoughts, and began his conspiracy theory: "She must want to use bitter melon to destroy human will, after all, even I suffer from severe bitter melon PTSD. It may not be long before the end of humanity."

Will he finally meet his long-awaited death?

Although very heart-warming, this way of dying seems to be a bit of a loss of face, neither refreshing nor clear, nor full of vitality.

When Osamu Dazai was struggling with how to die with dignity, Ling Ling smiled and pushed the petri dish under the chipmunk's head, and said softly, "Drink, little guy, are you thirsty?"

brat.

The chipmunk whose [rubber band of humiliation] and the few hairs had been ripped off by Lingling shuddered, and the memory of being hanged and beaten by Osamu Dazai rushed into its brain.

For a moment, it didn't know whether Dazai Osamu, who beat him, was more hateful, or Ling Ling, who really treated the foolish adults like a mouse.

It is a top-notch antique that has lived for an unknown number of years. If those old things in the upper echelon of conjurers are called rotten oranges, it is the old ancestor of the generation of dried orange peels.

And now!Not only did it lose the parasite it had maintained for many years, it was forced to live on an ugly mouse, and it was forced to drink bitter melon juice by someone pressing its head down!

Bitter melon juice!That thing doesn't even drink two-faced Nuo!Why force him to drink!

"Don't you want to drink?" Lingling sighed in distress, "You are so delicate, Yakult doesn't even like it."

She's afraid she won't be able to support her, so she might as well just take it to the hot pot.

"Squeak!" Chipmunk bared its two big dies angrily, and was pressed to the ground by a single finger, like a tortoise that couldn't turn over.

"What is it talking about?" Osamu Dazai asked Zero Zero, an all-round point-reading machine that mastered 108 animal languages.

"It said it wanted us to let go. The super magic spirit that sworn brothers with it is unknown. As long as it makes a phone call, someone will come to the door directly and let us separate our heads."

Lingling carefully followed the listening comprehension: "Tokyo's curse spirit street, find out who is the father. Let it go as soon as possible now, and the old man can let the past go. In the future, the neighbors and neighbors will not violate the river water, otherwise, hum."

The girl put on the Mickey hair band that she found out from nowhere, and imitated the yin and yang tone of the brain chipmunk: "I have ten thousand ways to make you unable to live in Tokyo. If you want to try, I will accompany you." You play!"

"Amazing, amazing." Osamu Dazai applauded the seal, and praised sincerely, "I've never heard that if you say harsh words in a fresh and refined way, I'm really scared."

Ling Ling was also quite surprised.

She didn't expect that Brain Flower, who seemed to be just a plate of hot pot ingredients, had mastered the classic quotations of Master Ye Liangchen, a direct descendant of Long Aotian's lineage, without a teacher, and used them for her own use. It is the level of a Chinese master, which is admirable.

Finding information in trash talk is no less difficult than picking bones in an egg. Fortunately, Osamu Dazai is used to picking bones. His ability to extract information is comparable to the writing and reading comprehension skills of Tianchao students, which is called a lever.

"Its connections are really good." Osamu Dazai remembered the plot in the manga that Lingling read with gusto. Brain-crazed friends spread all over the mantra, and basically even a little bit of wisdom was sent to death by it as cannon fodder.

Although Osamu Dazai didn't need cannon fodder to die, he sent people very poorly.

In the port of Mafia, Osamu Dazai's subordinates are full of people, and he can be obedient if he pulls anyone. He didn't worry about lack of manpower.

In the Black Organization, apart from Model Worker Gin and Two Fools' Rum, both real and fake wines can contribute to the organization to some extent. Under the leadership of Dazai Osamu, the illegal distillery was transformed into a listed company.

Only the Panxing Sect has too few people who can use it.

Except for the few conjurers who were recruited for Xia Youjie's efforts, most of the congregants are ordinary people, and they can't contribute much to Dazai Osamu's "Spell Transformation Meter" project.

That's why he tried his best to trick and kidnap Wutiao Wu to work for nothing.

Do you really think Osamu Dazai can't afford that salary?What a joke.

He just can't afford it.

The young master of the Wutiao family, a hot man with 25 yuan for a shirt, who can afford this?

No, he has to go whoring for nothing, and he has to be sent to his door to be whored for nothing!

It’s not enough to prostitute Gojo Satoru for free. Although he is omnipotent except for giving birth to children, Gojo Satoru is a magician with good roots after all. Osamu Dazai’s position is not purely "enemy against the curse spirit".

It would be better to say that, looking at the entire magic world, no one has colluded more deeply with the magic spirit than Osamu Dazai, and they even slept on a tatami mat.

Although it is the relationship between a human who is greedy for coolness and a humanoid ice pillow, it is also a tatami mat, and it is a family when rounded.

Osamu Dazai, no matter which world he is in, he is the most rebellious cub.

Now that he is rebellious, he wants to make some magic spirit friends as a human being, what should he do?

"I think people in the world of conjuration are really old, and their presbyopia is so serious. Such obvious craniotomy sutures can be turned a blind eye."

Lingling took out the oil-based pen she had prepared for a long time and made two gestures in the air, "But the curse spirit's eyes are better than theirs, they can recognize the symbols of the signs, and they won't remember the wrong person."

How to pretend to be crazy?Just one step, give yourself a non-mainstream makeup.

A black horizontal line, and then a few vertical strokes, all work together.

"Isn't this [-] times easier than Kaitou Kidd's head-changing technique?" Lingling felt that it would be fine for her to come, and the important task of making up for the master must be entrusted to her.

Disguising yourself as a person parasitized by Brain Flower is the easiest way to break into its intelligence network. It's just a boy, Osamu Dazai is very skilled.

"Different worlds, same cause." Dazai Osamu muttered.

He is used to the feeling of being a leader, and if Mr. Mori forces him to work overtime after returning to the port of Mafia, Osamu Dazai will use his traditional skills to usurp his place to show the unscrupulous doctor.

As students trained by Mori Ogai, usurping the throne is the basic operation of their teacher's school, and they are not allowed to leave the teacher if they can't learn it.

"Can I draw?" Ling Ling held up his black oil-based pen and the ruler he snatched from Xia Youjie's pencil case, hoping to see through it.

Osamu Dazai glanced at her sadly, and replied with a heroic heart, "Come on!"

So what if the painting is crooked, he can't see it unless he looks in the mirror.As long as he is not embarrassed, it is someone else who is embarrassed.

"Yeah!" Ling Ling patted her thigh expectantly, "Master sleeps here, he will be fine soon, it won't hurt."

Why does it hurt to draw a picture on the face?Before Ling Ling wrote, Osamu Dazai had already started to panic.

He moved slowly over, convincing himself that he still had a lap pillow for comfort.

At first, Osamu Dazai thought that Ling Ling would let him lie on the guillotine or the washing basin for her to draw, but she didn't expect that she would live up to it once and not break through the psychological limit of human beings again.

Seeing that he was lying down, Lingling first rubbed her favorite cat's head with satisfaction, and then gently untied the bandage wrapped around Osamu Dazai's forehead in circles.

The bandages were scattered layer by layer, and the covered eye suddenly saw the light, and was covered with a thin layer of water mist, and the eyes of the kite were foggy.

Osamu Dazai couldn't help closing his eyes, trying to forcefully overcome the body's physiological reaction, but the next time he opened his eyes, his eyes went dark.

Ling Ling put his hands over Osamu Dazai's eyes, covering him from the scorching sun outside the window.

"I'll take it slowly." Lingling said softly, "It won't hurt after blowing."

Osamu Dazai couldn't see, he only felt a burst of fragrant and cold breath blowing softly around the corners of his eyes, he blinked, and his eyelashes swept across Lingling's palm.

She was amused by the tickle, stretched the palm covering Osamu Dazai's eyes, and slowly opened the gap between her fingers, allowing him to adapt to the process from dark to bright.

"Is it okay?" Lingling wiped the few drops of physiological tears hanging from Osamu Dazai's eyelashes with his cuff, and brushed away the broken hair in front of his forehead, revealing his smooth forehead.

"Yeah." Dazai Osamu let out a small groan, and from the corner of his eye, he caught sight of Ling Ling taking out a ruler and a pen, and couldn't help but close his eyes.

The feeling of waiting for the butcher knife to drop is basically similar to the fear of hearing the buzzing drill in the doctor's hand when going to the dentist.

The chipmunk was chained to the corner of the wall, and a petri dish of bitter melon juice was placed in front of it, which was even bigger than itself.

It took a deep breath of the bitter smell in the air, and didn't understand why the strange couple in front of them put on makeup to look like they had cut their appendix.

Humans are weird!

Lingling put the ruler she took out of Xia Youjie's pencil case on Dazai Zhi's forehead, and found that there was a big problem.

Ruler, it's straight.

Osamu Dazai's head, he is round.

The size does not fit, a bolt from the blue.

Lingling pondered for a while, she finally won the opportunity to do makeup for Osamu Dazai, how could she miss it because of a small ruler?

It's all Xia Youjie's fault, why did he buy a ruler, doesn't the tape measure smell good?

Xia Youjie: When you took the math test, you used a tape measure to draw pictures?Can you draw one for me?

Xia You has already lost his sneaker straps, and the loss of a ruler again makes the family's already poor family even worse.

The evil capitalist not only has no sympathy for the migrant worker who went to the capital on a business trip, but also dislikes him for not getting enough wool. Do you think this is plausible?

The capitalist threw the ruler aside in disgust, Ling Ling rolled up his sleeves, and decided to act according to his feelings.

Netizens have said that women's sixth sense is better than infrared radar, and Ling Ling believes them this time.

Throwing away the ruler that got in the way, Ling Ling held Dazai Osamu's side face with one hand, and the black oil-based pen with the other, held his breath, and wrote firmly!

Osamu Dazai still has his eyes closed, and other senses will become more sensitive after losing his vision.

The girl's soft and cold fingertips gently supported his cheek, and the smell of ink gradually spread from his forehead.

Osamu Dazai and Lingling held their breath together, carefully feeling the traces of the strokes of the pen.

"Zero-chan," Dazai Osamu said hesitantly, "Why do I feel that what you draw is not a straight line?"

"Don't care about these details." Lingling finished the painting with a wave of his pen, "I promise it will be perfect, even more perfect than the original."

Her taste was at least better than a pig's brain, Zero was sure.

"Okay." Ling Ling waited for the ink to dry, and quickly re-wrapped the bandage for Dazai Osamu before he opened his eyes.

"It's perfect, really, there's no need to look at it." She swore to Osamu Dazai, and opened the door pretending to be nonchalant, "I'll go and see Gojo Satoru's progress, his work seems to be almost finished."

The voice disappeared quickly, leaving only an afterimage of Osamu Dazai's clothes.

Abandoned on the spot, the black-haired boy took out a small mirror from his pocket—yes, it was also taken from Xia Youjie, after all, Xia Youjie had long hair and was a man with a very particular hairstyle—— Tear off the bandages that were tightly bound by the professional technique of tying crabs.

Dazai took a closer look.

Well, he didn't feel wrong, not a straight line.

The jagged lines occupy the pale skin on Dazai Osamu's forehead with teeth and claws, like a big shark that has just eaten and closed its mouth, mighty and domineering, with a glance of ten thousand years.

Ling Ling is right, the result she drew is indeed more artistic than the original version of Brain Flower.

Originally possessed by the brain flower, the human Tianling Gai will be cut open by a scalpel, which is a craniotomy.

And Osamu Dazai's Tianling Gai is amazing.

A scalpel is not enough to cut out such a steampunk shape, and Edward Scissorhands calls himself an expert.

This heavenly cover!It must have been cut with a chainsaw!

What a sparasi!

The author has something to say: Brainstorm: You city people really know how to play.

Jay: How much did you take from me? (blackened eyes)