I am a writer in the world of sorcery

Hold on, the day will soon be bright.

—There are still eight full hours before dawn.

Xia Youjie was born with the appearance of a Bodhisattva, with shallow and straight browbones, slender eye sockets, and deep purple pupils. His daily demeanor is even more far from the mundane, and he is covered with sandalwood and medicinal fragrance. His address is located deep in the mountains, and he also stays away from the hustle and bustle together, cultivating his body and mind. Xia Youjie has a very good reputation in the eyes of the rich and powerful, unattainable, and he is like a master monk who came to the world to save the suffering——

So many people sometimes forget that Xia Youjie is a genuine, murderous and extremely evil curse master. When ordinary people die in front of him, he can't even blink his eyes.

Living in the mountains for a long time is only because the mountains can be far away from monkeys. The wide-sleeved monk's robe and five cassocks are just props to make money and kill people.

But Osamu Dazai is a bad and crazy person, he is willing to tear off the mask of the pretender directly, and use words to accurately poke the pussy deep in the opponent's heart, a person who has no desire to live, as long as he acts Funny enough, as for the consequences - he didn't care at all.

Mingming Xia Youjie had previously persuaded Dazai Zhi to live longer with a smile and to be like a perfect lover, but at this moment Dazai Zhi was in pain all over his body, and his fever had reached a dangerous level. If it continued, it might cause irreversible damage to his body. s damage.

Xia Youjie, however, changed his previous behavior and sat by the window, looking at the night outside the house casually, fiddled with the charcoal fire in front of him with small tongs from time to time, so as to make the water in the teapot boil more intensely.

Bright warning.

"Do you want some water, Dazai-sama?"

Osamu Dazai managed to maintain his sanity, smiled lightly, and did not answer.

He guessed that as long as he opened his mouth now, Xia Youjie could pour him a pot of boiling water. He didn't care about death, but getting injured or disabled for no reason was far beyond his tolerance.

Osamu Dazai was wrapped in the quilt, and after a while, his pale face gradually turned red. Seeing that the situation was getting worse, he took two breaths, leaned forward, and reached for the old-fashioned mobile phone next to the pillow. .

- Swish.

The push-pull wooden door was pulled open from the outside, and Gojo Satoru held the door with one hand: "Natsume-kun asked some little monsters to give you a one-night wine glass. Any wine poured into it will become an incredible wine. I think you should like it... …What’s wrong with you?"

Shock Gojo Satoru for a whole year.

He subconsciously looked at the puppet cat, but the puppet cat meowed, turned its head directly, and jumped out of the window without any hesitation, and Gojo Satoru didn't care, walked up to Dazai Osamu, and touched touched his forehead.

"It's hot..."

He twirled his fingertips in novelty, and gave a short laugh: "How did you toss yourself like this?"

He has never seen such a scene. The physical fitness of the conjurer is better than that of the gorilla. He was pierced in the head by a magic tool, and he can get up to fight again as if nothing happened in a minute. His student is missing an arm. Legs, carry them to the glass at home to go through the inversion technique, and there is no need to worry about the future.

Anyway, it was the first time in his life that ordinary people got sick.

"Accidentally fell into the sea." Dazai said with a hoarse voice, his expression unchanged: "Almost drowned, and was rescued by fishermen."

Gojo Satoru nodded, not sure if he believed it: "Ah, no wonder the bondage on your body has become stronger again. If you plan to commit suicide next time, remember to ask the teacher to kill you."

The white-haired man opened his clear blue eyes, and gave him a rough look: "In this case, the reversal technique is useless to you, do you want me to take you to the hospital?"

"No need." Osamu Dazai refused straight away, "Teacher Gojo, I want a drink of water."

He hated places like hospitals, but when he went to the hospital it was because he lost consciousness. Others forced him to go in without his consent. Later, Mori Ogai also had to back down and invite a friend for Afia. Heaps of private doctors to see a doctor at any time.

Wujo Wujo paused, and raised his eyebrows slightly.

Ever since Xia Youjie made such a defection when he was in high school, he has been very sensitive to the emotional changes of the people around him, but usually he chooses not to delve into it. After all, the magicians around him are more or less abnormal. He had to pay attention to every sign of trouble, even Gojo Satoru didn't have that much energy.

But Osamu Dazai...

It's like jumping into the sea once, and the sense of distance is lost?He thought about it uncertainly.

This is the first time that Osamu Dazai asked him for something clearly. Before that, either he deliberately led the other party to speak, or the other party made him give in on his own initiative, which automatically produced a good sense of self-management. but now……

The more he thought about it, the more subtle it became.

It's like a cat that you don't know well, one day it took the initiative to come over and rub his chin?

With a pale face, Dazai urged again: "Teacher Wutiao, I want lukewarm water, the kind that can't be hot at all."

Gojo Satoru's feelings are not bad at all. Dazai Osamu did take the initiative to remove the invisible wall between them, but the reason is definitely not some nonsense like being mature.

He has always refused to be thousands of miles away from humans, but he is much more relaxed towards his own dogs.

For a smart person like him, he would never doubt the feasibility of his plan. Ever since he touched the name engraved on the collar of the future Wujo Satoru in the sea, he was sure that his plan would be completed without any mistakes. up.

Although he doesn't know why his dog suddenly went crazy, knowing indirectly that six years later, he succeeded in committing suicide as he wished, to him, it is a happy event that can offset all old debts. Just close it.

And Osamu Dazai's way of raising dogs has no sense of distance.

[My feet are itchy, the dog wants to tickle me, and if I want to eat soba noodles, I have to tie the soba noodle maker to me. It’s too cold to sleep at night, so I curl up next to my legs to keep me warm. ]

It was the first time for Gojo Satoru to take care of someone from birth to growing up. He spent a little time pouring a glass of water back and forth in two cups, and finally found that the temperature of the water met Dazai Osamu's requirements. He turned around triumphantly, Dazai Osamu was already frowning, and fell into a semi-conscious state.

"Sure enough, you can't go to the hospital." Gojo Satoru touched Dazai Osamu's neck and earlobe in the same way as he had seen on TV: "The water is ready."

Osamu Dazai raised his hand and grabbed Gojo Gojo's cloth, "...I told you not to go to the hospital."

He only tugged once, and then his hand trembled and slid down. This amount of strength was weaker to Gojo Satoru than a cat's claws. It was a miracle that he could express himself when his immune system was almost completely collapsed.

Although Gojo Satoru has said many times that Dazai Osamu's physical skills are too poor, but this standard is based on the standard of a magician, just like Nakahara said that Dazai Osamu's physical skills are not at the level of afia. After all, even if he No matter how thin he looked, he could still easily punch the opponent to the wall when facing some normal-sized enemies, and he could kick them away no matter how bad they were.

But right now, he is in a state of being unable to control himself due to the aftereffects of hypothermia. His nerves and muscles are not listening at all, and some hidden problems in his body suddenly burst out, especially the joints and stomach that he has tossed so hard are tangled in pain. group.

Injuries have long been commonplace for Osamu Dazai, and the situation under the bandages is often half the truth. The wounds he usually talks about in a cheerful tone are usually fake. If he was really injured, he never said a word.

Just like Osamu Dazai's "showing weakness".

He has never been stingy about showing his harmless and weak posture, and he often plays the role of a little pitiful-but if he is really in a desperate situation and has nowhere to go, then Osamu Dazai will be the "port afia cadre should be" that the outside world fantasizes about. It looks like something."

Eeriely grim.

Gojo Satoru looked at him for a while, then suddenly stretched out his hand, covering his abdomen precisely, exactly where the stomach was.

Unlike Osamu Dazai, whose body temperature is lower than the average all year round, Gojo Satoru's body temperature is higher than that of ordinary people, and Osamu Dazai has just returned from the death line, and now he has an instinctive desire for heat sources, and it is too painful. Now, even with his willpower, he can hardly get to the point of insanity——

He turned over, hugged something unconsciously, and then curled up his knees.

Gojo Satoru froze for a moment.

He tried to take his hand away, but was held even tighter, although the strength was still negligible, he tried to hold Osamu Dazai's forearm, but he couldn't tighten it because of the icy cold temperature under his hand finger.

Not the bandage feel he was familiar with.

Osamu Dazai frowned more and more tightly, giving Gojo Satoru the illusion that he was bullying a child for no reason. Although he didn't mind physical contact with people, it wasn't this kind of physical contact that could be called wrong——Ye After Mo Zhengdao found out, he might be punished for copying the teacher's code of ethics a hundred times.

The white-haired conjurer maintained this posture and thought for a while.

Osamu Dazai was in a slight coma, and suddenly heard a chuckle full of joy, and then he felt his body lighten, and the weight of his whole body fell on something around his waist, and then fell to the actual place At that time, there was an extra hard wall beside him. Although it was hard, it was warm enough.

He closed his eyes and leaned in that direction again.