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Fucking, a little bit, cute.

A little bit.

Fuck Dazai you foul.Wujo Wu thought to himself.

He was really unexpected, unexpectedly he almost took out his mobile phone and clicked dozens of sheets on Osamu Dazai in 360 degrees, then pasted them around the room, and then fucked this man crazy again on the bed, He really didn't expect Osamu Dazai to make such a move when his san value dropped... Seriously?

"Anyway, I healed all the tattered wounds on your body, and you just want to repay your kindness like this?"

Gojo Gojo rubbed the hair on the back of Dazai Osamu's head in his spare time, without the slightest panic of being bitten by such a deadly part as the throat, and the smile in his voice was even bigger: "Have a conscience."

And what about Dazai?

Panting heavily, he bit and cursed, but he didn't know what he was cursing.

He was about to die of anger, angry, he had never been so angry, angry and wronged, Wujo Wu, a psychopath, was still laughing?He widened his eyelids and bit down hard with all his strength. The sweet blood flowed down the wound and entered his teeth. He choked on himself because of the excessive breathing, which made him want to cough. The smell of blood It made him nauseous again, how the hell did he become like this?

Gojo Satoru was bitten for a while and felt that this couldn’t be done. If this continued, he couldn’t catch his breath. Osamu Dazai was a beast, but he wasn’t, so he grabbed the other party’s collar and pulled him up abruptly. His teeth were forced to loosen. In an instant, the deep and heavy tooth marks instantly faded and disappeared, and there was a piece of smooth and flawless skin. Only the blood on the neck could prove that this person was really injured before.

Osamu Dazai became even more angry when he saw it, he was really going to die of anger.

Angrily, he stretched out his hand to pinch the man's trachea. After tightening it, he wanted to break the bone directly, but he couldn't - what the hell is this monster!

"Who are you calling a monster?" A very displeased voice said.

"You!"

Wujo Wu thought to himself that you are as aggressive as you are, and you still have the nerve to call me a monster?You have to have a double standard, look in the mirror Osamu Dazai, the man who strangled his neck has stripped his body clean, his wide-open eyes are full of madness, and his eyes are full of madness. Struggling and contradicting, his face was rubbed red everywhere, and was washed into a mess by the continuous tears, but this man was still grinning hard, not to mention the morbid smile, the blood in his mouth ran down the tip of his teeth. The next tick tick.

"Why am I a monster?"

If Osamu Dazai's head is still normal, he will definitely shut up very wisely, and even show a cute smile to fool him, because the displeasure in the other party's voice is about to overflow, and it sounds extremely dangerous. I feel terrified when I hear it.

It's a pity that his mind is messed up now, and the danger radar is completely out of order, so he just grinned and stretched out his hand to grab Gojo Wu's snow-white hair, lowered his head and put the tip of his nose against the other's high bridge of nose, and lowered his voice. He laughed and said, "You are not human at all."

Gojo Satoru also smiled: "Expand and talk?"

"Where are you human? Disqualified in the world—yes, disqualified in the world." Osamu Dazai would just stare at the man in front of him and smile, and with his kite-colored eyes open, he mumbled two words: "Monster."

"I thought your mental resistance was quite poor." Gojo Satoru stared at Osamu Dazai thoughtfully for a while, "It's also possible that you are too troublesome, well, forget it, it doesn't matter."

Osamu Dazai thought in a daze, what does it matter?Doesn't matter?He seems to have something...

"Come on, look at me."

Osamu Dazai looked up following the voice in a daze.His last consciousness was Gojo Satoru flexing his fingers again, and the corners of his lips were raised, but the smile was not as wanton as usual, but very calm.

"—Boundless space."

This time it's two eyes.

He seemed to see the black hole and the starry sky flowing together, the overwhelming whiteness, the fishy smell, something seemed to slip in from his body, from the deepest part of his body, those eyes were so beautiful, they were the only ones in the darkness colors, so pretty that he just wanted to keep them for himself.

No, it's not for himself - it's obviously his!

Dazai Osamu was crazy this time and was different from the last time. After he recovered from the state of losing his sanity, he found that he was holding an oil paintbrush and washing it non-stop. Then he saw that his body was covered with brightly colored paint. , the carpet was also covered with paint, and he turned his face blankly - the original white wall was covered with oil paint by him, it was in the shape of a human being, it was impactful and disgusting at first glance, in short, he threw down the pen after just one glance He knelt on the ground and vomited.

Gojo Satoru closed the half-turned book with one hand, and looked over calmly.

Osamu Dazai kept vomiting until he was in a trance again. When he saw Gojo Satoru, he wanted to say something, but he quickly closed his mouth, opened the bathroom door and rushed in. In an instant, the shower was whizzing. Water spewed out, and he nervously rubbed every piece of skin on his body under the stream of water—he was so dirty himself, the water suddenly stopped after rubbing for a while, and Osamu Dazai clenched his fist and pointed it at the water pipe, slamming it, angry Jumping up, he slammed open the door and asked angrily, "You did it?"

As soon as he went out, something went wrong again.

So dirty.

So dirty.

Dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty!

The whole world is incredibly dirty, so dirty that he can't stay for a second, there is no place to stay, there is no point in wearing shoes or not wearing shoes, so dirty that he frantically rummages through the room, drawers, cabinets , table, he wants to find a gun, a knife is also fine, it is too dirty, he can no longer tolerate himself living in this disgusting world——!

Can't find anything.

He staggered to his feet and ran to the window to push the pane of glass.

"What a serious mental cleanliness." At this time someone stood beside him, took his hand back, and closed the window again: "Sorry, although I have always known that you are uncomfortable, but I don't know that you are sick. So painful."

Osamu Dazai's eyes were filled with physiological tears, he looked to the side vaguely, the world was full of filth, only the person in front of him was clean, accessible, and would not cause him pain, He likes this kind of clean whiteness, cleaner than moonlight, cleaner than Chuxue, incompatible with this world, and also incompatible with himself, both beautiful and dazzling.

monster.

But he still followed his most primitive and direct thoughts and hid on this monster.

Gojo Satoru sighed, pulled back the curtains and closed them, Osamu Dazai curled up in his arms, gritted his teeth and shivered uncontrollably, his clothes were already soaked in cold sweat, he would be dehydrated if he kept going like this , but as soon as he brought the cup to this man's lips, he slapped it open, and then shrunk even tighter. He thought for a while, covered his iris eyes tightly with his hands, and took another cup and filled it with water , This time the other party didn't resist anymore, but the speed of drinking water was very slow.

Gojo Satoru was not in a hurry, the hand holding the cup was always steady, and he moved the cup away only when he felt that the other party was no longer swallowing.

As he expected, Osamu Dazai's mental resistance was really poor.

Osamu Dazai is different from him, and different from all conjurers. All conjurers have one thing in common, that is, mental toughness. It does not mean that ordinary people are weak in heart. This spiritual tenacity refers to the innate meaning, which belongs to everyone. The value that can be determined at birth cannot be improved the day after tomorrow. After all, curse spirits and curses carry a certain amount of mental pollution. Seeing curse spirits and not going crazy is the basic condition for a conjurer.

But Osamu Dazai was different. He couldn't see the curse spirit at all at first, and he could see the curse spirit later because of the curse on his body. If he really let this person directly look at the original appearance of the six eyes, he would go crazy. If he could do it Gojo Satoru didn't want to use this method to drive people crazy or not, and he didn't have any strange hobbies.

But he couldn't do anything about this man.

Osamu Dazai was too fragile for him, so fragile that he would break into tatters with a little effort, people shouldn't live in the state of Osamu Dazai, he was too tired, so tired that he couldn't stand it anymore, Gojo Satoru It's not that he can't force Osamu Dazai to live, he has a hundred ways to directly destroy the other party's crazy and painful thoughts mentally, it's too easy, it's too easy for him——

But he can't do that.

He didn't want to push this person any more.

Osamu Dazai almost drove himself crazy. He happily wrote a book for himself. Jumping from a high place was a happy ending that this man himself decided, but Gojo Satoru did not accept it. Everyone is happy, but if Osamu Dazai is really suffering so much that he can no longer tolerate himself to live-satisfactory, for Dazai Osamu, it is not a happy ending, then it is a suitable ending.

Even if he is very unhappy, very unhappy, extremely unhappy, very sad, then he accepts the ending.

So from now on, it is forbidden to go back and forth, and it is forbidden to regret.

When he saw Osamu Dazai for the first time, he was very surprised by the curse on this person. The curse is not like a curse, and the blessing is not like a blessing. It is contradictory and hesitant, messy and ambiguous, and the strength of the curse is determined by the cursed person. Will, if the cursed person wants to live, then the curse will be unbreakable. As the cursed person's will to survive weakens, the curse will also weaken. If the other party really decides to give up life without regret, the curse will completely dissipate.

Elimination is not required at all.

The effect is extremely tasteless, but it is very troublesome to apply it, and it is extremely complicated. He thought for a long time but couldn't figure out who has this ability. After all, it is the curse of a ball of wool that is as complicated as a cat's scratch in the field of vision of six eyes. With such a huge amount of calculations, he felt that it was troublesome just by looking at it. How could someone do such a troublesome and unnecessary thing?Who on earth hates him so much, in other words, who loves him so much.

"￥,..."

Osamu Dazai on his body fell into a mad state of losing his mind again, holding his face and kissing his eyes with a half-smile, big transparent teardrops rolled down the other's pointed chin and landed on his face The ice was cold on the ice, and the pair of kite-colored eyes were soaked red with tears, and the thin eyelids were also red. Gojo Satoru carried the man and walked a few steps forward, stood in front of the wall, carefully Looking at the mural carefully, staring at the human silhouette on it seriously, the oil paint on it made him a little disgusted after looking at it for a long time.

It was a self-portrait.