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Gojo Wu’s good friend, Jiaru Nitzi, is a top student who graduated from Dongdae University. He also has more or less knowledge of medical knowledge. Zaleplon is a sedative drug used to treat insomnia. It is a psychotropic drug for controlling tiredness. He also took two pills under the guidance of a doctor. At that time, the six eyes were still a burden to him.

So this person used to swallow a handful of sleeping pills like this before, lie back in bed, and wait until dawn with eyes open?

Gojo Gojo quietly looked at Osamu Dazai's pale face, with complicated eyes, and Osamu Dazai had never shown this side before - an anomaly completely different from that of a magician. He had read the book written by Osamu Dazai, But what that book portrayed had nothing to do with the man's true state.

But when he looked at the person in front of him, he would still unconsciously recall some past episodes. Osamu Dazai was sitting on the wooden corridor with a book on his knees, and he could see the evening at a glance. When the skyline turned red, he He will raise his eyes and prop his face to watch the sunset fade away.

This person will also eat some sweets later, his preference is obvious, don't be too greasy, desserts should be small and delicate, and it's best to eat them in one bite, then he is clearly still trying to look forward to something, Iris Eyes will look indifferently on whatever interests him.

Gojo Satoru had only one thought at the time.

Let him find it.

But now he doesn't know what's going on. Osamu Dazai is like a handful of fireworks thrown into the sea, which went out without a sound. This metaphor is not appropriate. He may have always been such a person, and his appearance is reasonable. As expected, it's just that it was hidden too well before, but can sleeping alone really make such a big change?The more Gojo Satoru thought about it, the more confused he became. Suddenly his expression changed, and he stared intently at the door of the container.

someone is coming.

The movement of the man outside had no good intentions, and it would be annoying for him to trample to death, but now Dazai Osamu just swallowed a handful of sleeping pills, and this person's self-protection ability has always been almost equal to zero in Gojo Satoru's opinion. It was too easy to kill him, Wujo Wu himself had countless ways to directly break his neck, he was half-experienced in manipulating the prison gate, but the man at the gate broke in without even blinking an eye.

Gojo Satoru was not so helpless when he met Fuheisher back then, so he woke up Osamu Dazai?Block the door?Osamu Dazai was still lying peacefully with his eyes closed tightly, oblivious to the changes in his surroundings. There was an extremely slight noise from the container, and a man dressed in black squatted and touched his body. He looked around and opened the container. His eyes fell on the table next to the bed.

Gojo Satoru reckoned that this person's purpose was not assassination, but kidnapping was more likely, he sighed and rubbed his forehead——

"boom!"

No one expected that Osamu Dazai, who seemed to be completely asleep, suddenly opened his eyes, raised his hand like lightning, and loaded the 090 caliber black Colt crisply and neatly. He raised the gun, took aim, and pulled the trigger. The assailant looked shocked. , the last memory is still on the beautiful face of the mafia cadre, before he can react what happened, there is a blood hole between his eyebrows.

When he fell down, Osamu Dazai sat up with a blank expression, raised his hand again, and shot the man in the throat again.

"--boom!"

The blood in the shape of bursts slapped onto the wall of the container with a swish.

Gojo Satoru: ...

The place where the assailant fell happened to be a cushion, and there was only a muffled sound when he fell to the ground. Osamu Dazai moved his fingers, took off the muffler on the Colt, and leaned over to touch the place where the assailant might be hiding something. , Picked up the gun that the other party dropped, and looked at the model.

9 Parabellum ammunition, hk7 type, the specific batch could not be found. He wiped the blood on his fingertips on the man's clothes, stood up, held the Colt, and leaned against his back. In the corner of the container, he covered his mouth and yawned.

The sleeping pills had little effect on him, but the headache was mixed with dizziness, and the nausea was almost layered on top of each other.

The second attacker felt in the dark, the outside of the container was full of metal garbage, it was extremely difficult not to make a sound, the signal transmitter in his hand showed that everything was normal, but when he pulled the metal bolt of the container door, his back Already in a cold sweat.

...is it really that easy?

"Crack."

The man's pupils shrank suddenly, and he turned his head with his neck stiff.

The youngest cadre of the Port Mafia was looking down at him from a high position, he pulled the corner of his lower lip lightly, and pointed his black muzzle at his brow: "May I help you?"

Gojo Satoru sat cross-legged on the ground, poking a skull back and forth with his slender, white fingers, his heart felt like a cat scratching. He was no longer worried about Dazai Osamu's personal safety—this man suddenly realized that the assassinations he had encountered before were not very serious Routine, it’s actually not that complicated if it’s an ordinary person, and it can be solved by common... conventional means.

The side of Osamu Dazai that has never been shown in front of others actually didn’t surprise Gojo Satoru very much, and even had the idea of ​​“as expected”. After all, he subconsciously knew who Osamu Dazai was, and what attracted him to Osamu Dazai , except for that pretty face, these are all these qualities.

From the first time he met Osamu Dazai, he knew that this person was not a good person.

The second time I met this person, he had already lost a lot of blood, but he was eagerly looking forward to his death. He had seen too many near-death scenes, but Dazai Osamu's near-death appearance was one of the most beautiful--that's right , very beautiful, broken and happy, clean, he felt that there was no need to save him at the time, it would be better to let him get what he wanted, but after thinking about it, this person should have a long and annoying future, and it is a pity to die now.

Then he reflected on himself.

...How does it look like Xia Youjie?

After saving once, I want to save the second time. The result of meddling is to reshape this person again. Osamu Dazai is surly and gloomy, but his messy thoughts are packed in that beautiful skin, and his iris eyes always want him to move. Adding two highlights, he himself feels that this sense of responsibility is inexplicable, but he will always be attracted by the "abnormality" possessed by Osamu Dazai.

The night before, he went to find Osamu Dazai. The smell of blood on this man was mixed with the unique smell of burning incense. He glanced at the cat next to him, his expression almost tense, and the six eyes automatically recalled the smell from the last time he came into contact with it. The fragments were found.

Senator Uehara's wife, a devout Panxing Cultist, wished to confess Xia Youjie, a god.

No, why was Xia Youjie cursed into a curse spirit and turned into a cat?This trouble-making ability is too strong, are those sponsors of Panxing Sect still alive?When he raised his eyes, he saw Osamu Dazai looking at him with a smile, pretending—forget it, let him do whatever he wants, Gojo Satoshi.

This mentality lasted for a long time, even though he found that the purpose of Dazai Osamu's series of movements was to seal him. Strictly speaking, there are too many actions to seal him, which is not new, but Dazai Osamu's eyes are very beautiful, especially for him. When he was interested and not so bored, his iris-colored eyes were shining brightly. He was stunned when he saw the light, and felt that there was no need to mention the cat and beat it twice.

Let him be happy.

Then he just said, "Candy?"

Then he asked again: "Wouldn't you be short-sighted if you always wrap one eye with a bandage?"

However, if Gojo Satoru were to choose again, he would probably ruthlessly shatter Osamu Dazai's plan. Now he is even more vaguely aware that this person seems to allow himself to fall into an extremely dangerous place, but so far , He never figured out what happened to this man in a coma.

Gojo Satoru stared at Osamu Dazai with more and more complicated eyes. The man lit another cigarette, and the unlucky guy he brought in was shot in the knee and arm and couldn't move. The corpses of the companions were thrown together.

"How did you find this place?" Osamu Dazai shrugged and said emotionlessly, "We all save time for each other."

The unlucky guy was still struggling to tell a lie. Gojo Satoru realized that this person was in a bad mood today, so bad that he didn't even have the interest to say a few more words. Osamu Dazai didn't respond to those lies, leaning against the box wall, I just tapped my forehead with my fingers and thought for a while.

"How about this."

Facing the man's trembling eyes, he stood up and grabbed the man's collar. The man dragged by him suddenly paled and became terrified like never before. Osamu Dazai walked around the room and took out a bird from under the bed. A very sturdy iron box at first glance.

"Follow the rules." Osamu Dazai smiled slightly, stretched his arms, and grabbed the man's collar. In the next second, Gojo Satoru understood why this man was so afraid.

"Bang!"

The corners of Wujo Gojo's eyes twitched slightly, and his expression was a little distorted. The man on the ground was knocked against the box by Dazai Osamu, and his nasal bone was broken in two.

Osamu Dazai: "Open your mouth."

Osamu Dazai is the most effective interrogator of the port mafia. Ozaki Koyo’s subordinates sometimes ask him for help when they can’t pry the prisoner’s mouth open. So far, he has not been unable to ask. Gojo Satoru watched Dazai Osamu forcefully attack The assailants bit the iron box—by this time the assailants had already collapsed.

Gojo Satoru secretly wrote down the string of names.

Osamu Dazai was stunned, and put his free hand into his pocket. The attacker thought that this was the end of the matter, so he turned his face tremblingly, and just opened his mouth, there were two bangs, but he couldn't say another word Then, the out-of-focus pupils gradually expanded.

Osamu Dazai piled up the corpses and ignored them, letting the blood flow everywhere, the container was not turned on, and the door was closed. At this moment, he was staring at the darkness in front of him, and there was something unspeakable Gojo Satoru flashing in his iris eyes. Gojo Satoru pinched the bridge of his nose forcefully, and directed the tentacles to wrap around the man's wrist, tightening slowly, and the other tentacles wrapped around the gun he was holding.

This time Osamu Dazai didn't move at all, he let the tentacles swallow the gun in his hand and remove it.

After a while, he sneered, and lay back on his back again.