social animal love rule

The atmosphere fell silent for a moment.

In the dim movie theater, only the dazzling light from the movie screen illuminated their faces flickeringly.

The curse spirit with gray-blue long hair stared blankly at the man across from him. The man with slightly curly black hair was looking at him with a smile. smile.

The light of the movie flickered on his face, making his fair skin as cold as a stone sculpture, and the smile on the black-haired man's mouth was also cold.

The real person tightly held the black-haired man's hand, with an intimate gesture as if he had been a friend for many years. Such an intimate gesture is something that conservative Japanese are not used to on weekdays, and the two hands are tightly clasped.

The palm of his hand was tightly attached to the snow-white bandage wrapped around the back of the man's hand. It was wrapped in a messy circle, and the slightly rough feeling in the palm of his hand blocked the warmth of the skin.

Is it... because of the bandages?

The curse spirit followed the back of the man's hand, trying to climb up with his fingers, and held the man's fingers with an intimacy that was too ignorant of the sense of proportion for human beings.

For the magic spirit, especially the newly born newborn magic spirit, there is no way to know how impolite and too intimate such an action is. Maybe you know, the real person will not care about this kind of strange etiquette in human society , he just squeezed the man's fingers tightly.

Simply, the man opposite didn't care about his rude behavior.

Osamu Dazai looked at the real man with a smile on his face, and let him tightly pinch his fingers, even though the strength would already make people feel pain, Osamu Dazai didn't show the slightest expression, just like looking at a child, Smiling indulgently.

"What's wrong?"

Osamu Dazai lowered his eyes, looked at the Dazai standing there blankly, and asked softly in a voice that could be described as gentle as a spring breeze.

The real person just stared blankly at his hands, the messy bandage-wrapped hands, the fingers were as cold as ice, and the fingertips were calloused.The joints are well defined and the fingers are slender. They are a pair of very beautiful hands.

Now, the fingers of those hands rest lightly and casually on the back of his suture-strewn hand.

Everything looks so normal, so normal that this handshake is just a simple handshake without any special meaning.

But, but...

Shouldn't it be like this? ?

The real person looked at these ordinary hands in disbelief.

How could this be?

No, it shouldn't be like this!How is this possible?

On the opposite side, Osamu Dazai still stood motionless, smiling calmly, breathing calmly, as if there was no difference between this second and the last second, just an ordinary second, but Zhenren knew that this should have been different .

Was it supposed to be a second to rewrite the life of this black-haired man? !

His ability, [Wuwei Transformation] can transform human beings at will, from the inside to the outside, a complete transformation, no matter in appearance or age, when he just held the man's finger, he had already activated his ability.

But the imaginary picture did not appear, the screams and cries that should have been heard, these familiar sounds, did not appear, the man still stood here in good condition, holding his hand, and looking at him with a smile.

The screen suddenly turned on for a moment, and the bright white light illuminated Dazai Osamu's face for a moment, allowing the real person to see clearly, there was no smile in his slightly curved smiling eyes, it was as cold as if he was breathing a cold The ice cubes are black, with a sharp and murderous look.

He suddenly understood.

He provoked an existence that shouldn't be provoked.

This man is more like a monster than him.

The gray-blue long-haired curse spirit suddenly shuddered.

The ability he was proud of, the innate ability that accompanied him since he was born, was suddenly stripped from his body at this moment, and he couldn't feel the existence of his ability at all.

Have you ever seen an otherwise able-bodied person suddenly lose the ability to walk?The real person feels like this is how he is now. The ability to use it freely, like drinking water, suddenly lost control, as if he had suddenly forgotten it, and the ability disappeared in his body.

It's like never having it.

He can't feel the existence of his own ability, and the inside seems empty.

The hole was short-lived, and after a few seconds, the hole in his heart was filled with fear that suddenly rose up. Fear was like a hot air balloon, rapidly inflated and inflated in his body like an overload.

The real person started to get scared.

He is a curse spirit born of human malice, and he is composed of all kinds of bad special human beings. Bullying the weak, bullying the weak and fearing the strong, and judging the situation are all part of his body. No, when encountering a situation, what kind of integrity is there to talk about, of course the best thing to do is to run away.

"What's wrong with you, you don't look very well."

Seeing that the curse spirit on the opposite side was quite frightened, and his face turned pale, Osamu Dazai, who was the instigator, tilted his head and asked him pretending to be kind.

His tone was so gentle that water dripped out.

However, hearing his voice, the real person who was held tightly by his hand was like a rabbit being held by the back of the neck, motionless, with the words "Don't come over" vividly written on his face.

"You look uncomfortable."

Even though he was about to burst out laughing in his heart, Osamu Dazai still appeared on the surface as a considerate, kind, and worried holy father.

Osamu Dazai took a step forward, and approached the real man with his caring face. When he approached, the real man trembled violently, wanting to run away.

However, his fingers were firmly pinched by Osamu Dazai, and his backing movement was abruptly stopped, and the real man felt violent panic in his heart.screaming and running away.

No matter how dangerous the situation was, he couldn't give up survival and escape. When Osamu Dazai approached worriedly, he hammered Osamu Dazai's forehead with his own head.

There was a sound of "expansion--".

Osamu Dazai was hit hard by him, and took a step back unsteadily.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the real person pulled his hand out of his grasp, not daring to delay even a moment, transformed his legs into horse legs, and fled towards the door without stopping.

"Hiss... really hard, it hurts."

Osamu Dazai covered his forehead, looked at the direction where Masato was fleeing, and smiled silently.

"What kind of weirdos did you meet today!"

The real person who hurriedly escaped from the auditorium ran amok in the movie theater and fled to the corridor in a panic. He was relieved when he found that Osamu Dazai did not chase him out and seemed to have no intention of putting him to death.

He turned his feet back to their original shape, leaned his body against the wall, and sighed deeply.

The human world is not as fun as he thought!I thought I was the hunter, but I was almost killed by the disguised prey. How could such a thing happen? Human beings are really cunning now!

With his heart, he can't even play with humans?He is a malicious fusion of 70 billion human beings in this world. When facing that man, he actually developed a feeling of fear?Is his timidity also shared by 70 billion people?

Why is it happening like that?

Leaning against the wall, the real person who felt a little more at ease covered his face helplessly like a girl, and began to replay this unfavorable day. This movie theater is too strange, and the people he meets are getting more and more strange.

The bespectacled boy in a suit jumped up and down expressionlessly. Under his attack, he didn't even mess up his suit.Not a single strand of hair falls out.

After jumping sideways repeatedly for a while like brushing him, he still jumped away without looking back.

It's just... just... When recalling that scene, the real person feels that there are many words stuffed in his throat but he can't speak them out. As a curse spirit, he doesn't know it. This feeling is called [Desire to Tucao].He just felt that as soon as he recalled that scene, his eyeballs and even his head began to ache.

The later black-haired man was even more terrifying, with a harmless aura on his face, but he could easily resolve his [Inaction Transformation].And I escaped by relying on the head hammer...

If it wasn't for the curly-haired man not planning to kill him, not catching up...

The real person slammed the wall hard and squatted down.

A pair of ordinary uniform leather shoes appeared in his sight.The real person was stunned for a moment, only to find a high school student in a green school uniform standing not far from this corridor, with pink hair and green glasses, looking at him expressionlessly.

The real man stared at him closely.

Has this high school student been here all this time?Why didn't you notice him just now?

Although I don't know when he started here, but for some reason, when I saw him, I felt "he is an ordinary person" in my heart.

After going through what happened just now, he feels that he has mastered the ability to distinguish that kind of strange people, their auras are all different!This high school student has a "mediocre" temperament lingering all over him. One can tell at a glance that he is an ordinary high school student who has neither a girlfriend nor club activities, and his academic performance is always average.

After what happened just now, Masato carefully observed Saiki Kusuo for a long time before making a verdict.

He is just an ordinary person.

At the same time as the judgment was made, his heart started to itch again. It is one of the bad roots of human beings not to learn a lesson, and he happened to have this in him. Since the curly hair just now was not going to kill him at all, there is nothing good about him worried.

He wants to have fun now to make up for his scarred and frightened heart.

After thinking about it in his heart, Masato walked up to Saiki Kusuo with a smile.

A shadow shrouded in front of him, and Saiki Kusuo raised his head, and his eyes fell on the real person.

His purple eyes, through the green glasses, looked straight at the real person.

"Your color scheme is too weird, isn't it?" The real man held his chin and commented on him, "This green school uniform... who came up with it, it's too ugly, just as ugly as the green glasses."

"What's on your head?" Masato's eyes were attracted by the hairpin on Saiki Kusuo's head, "Is it a lollipop?"

He reached out his hand towards the lollipop on Saiki Kusuo's head.