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"...so I can reset his personality multiple times?"

Gojo Satoru heard the more dangerous topics outside, and his eyelids twitched. Now he didn't think there was something wrong with Dazai Osamu, but that he should hold Dazai Osamu in the sea to clean his head.

An underground intelligence house in Yokohama, Osamu Dazai was wearing an expensive three-piece suit and black lambskin gloves, one eye was still wrapped in a bandage, he was holding the prison gate in his hand, and opposite him was a constant The young man wiping the sweat from his forehead, that young man obviously had a psychological shadow on things like the prison gate, but he had to bite the bullet and deal with it because of the person sitting opposite him.

"I saw similar creatures when I went to Innsmouth to appraise antiques. Mr. Dazai, in my personal opinion, you'd better..." The young man's face was pale: "Don't get close from the beginning."

"Thank you for your reminder." Osamu Dazai nodded politely, "I just want to confirm whether the creatures sealed inside have self-awareness."

"impossible."

The young man insisted: "They... must be in a deep sleep state. Even if the sealed item seems to be alive, at most it is the chaotic subconsciousness that comes out naturally. You should have seen his activities... pure indescribable, you Have you ever been in a trance?"

Dazai smiled thoughtfully.

Randolph Carter, with a special ability named Silver Key, is an expert in the field of mysticism, a genuine senior investigator, and he is an absolute authority on sealed and mystical items.All the colleagues who went to Innsmouth with him died there, but he survived by relying on his own supernatural ability, and the specific ability is unknown.

The people I've seen are crazy, dead, and Osamu Dazai is not interested in risking himself.

Osamu Dazai only knows that his supernatural ability can overwrite the selected object, which is a complete brainwashing from the inside out. Rumors also say that the silver key is a supernatural ability that can transcend time and space, but these are only at the level of rumors.

"Even though he seems to be able to communicate, the more you can understand, the deeper you will sink in the dream. I must warn you not to try to control him."

"I understand." Osamu Dazai let the prison door roll down from his palm: "The 1000 million US dollars has already been transferred to the account you designated. In addition to strengthening the seal, don't let it remain in this... sticky state."

Randolph nodded, and put his hands on the border of the prison gate with a little panic: "Mr. Dazai, I have offended you."

The crimson flesh-like cube trembled violently, Wujo Wu raised his eyebrows, stood up, looked around carefully, and finally blinked with a half-smile and let out a muffled laugh.

The seal of the prison gate was loosened again.

He guessed that neither Osamu Dazai nor the person on the opposite side knew the essence of the prison gate. In this way, it helped him to speed up the progress of the analysis by accident. In Dazai Osamu's secret expectation, a long-legged Saluki finally appeared on the wooden table, and flung itself towards him after fluffing its fur.

Osamu Dazai: "!"

He snorted, and the chair was hit by a huge impact, and he, the chair and the dog fell to the ground together. Gojo Gojo was stunned, and almost died laughing. You won't get tired of admiring it ten thousand times.

"Mr. Randolph?"

Randolph was even more panicked than him: "My supernatural ability is of the spiritual type. I borrowed your mood swings when I overwrote it before. It stands to reason that this is the overwrite result you want?"

Gojo Satoru stopped smiling immediately, and stared at Osamu Dazai expressionlessly.

Osamu Dazai poked the dog's head and stared at Randolph expressionlessly.

"...I'll rewrite it again."

Soon after, Dazai Osamu bid farewell to Randolph with a fluffy long-haired white cat in his arms. He took off the gloves and held them in his hands. The cat's fur was as soft as silk, the eyes were beautiful blue, and the cat's paws were as soft as silk. Pulling his tie tightly, Randolph hesitated before leaving, but added something.

"Mr. Dazai, overwriting is mainly at the level of thinking, and I can't guarantee it in terms of form."

"This is an override command."

Osamu Dazai thanked him, took the envelope that Randolph handed him, and stroked the cat from head to toe in his hand. When he returned to the car, he did not rush to drive, but first picked up the cat and looked at it. Yes, a few seconds later, the fluffy group broke free and jumped out with a meow.

Osamu Dazai tilted his head back and was forced to lean on the soft car seat. The big fluffy cat was on top of him, and the long fur rubbed his chin itchy. He smiled elusively: "...subconscious? "

Gojo Satoru took a deep breath, leaned on his chin with one hand, suffocated, and poked a few holes in the skull with his fingers.

That's right, the subconscious.

To put it simply, the body that he could manipulate freely before was intervened by someone, and now that body is connected with his subconscious mind. As long as he is a human being, no one can control his subconscious mind. Come on, the thing that was a cat for the time being turned into a mirror reflecting his subconscious——

To make matters worse, the envelope that Osamu Dazai held in his hand contains overwriting instructions that can modify the thinking of this shell to a certain extent. Although it cannot affect the thinking of Gojo Satoru, the feeling he experiences is like the body The puppet line was installed, and the whole body was involuntary.

Osamu Dazai scratched the cat's head lazily, and his mood, which had been terrible for several days, finally eased up. He really couldn't bear the indescribable state before the prison gate border. As Randolph said, staying with this kind of thing for a long time Even his spirit would be affected. For a few days in a row, when his mind became a little slack, those clear blue eyes would appear in his mind. One is fine, two are not bad, any more would be mental pollution.

So Six Eyes is itself a monster, right?

He drove all the way back to the container in the car, took off his coat, but the communicator in his pocket kept vibrating, Gojo Satoru pressed his forehead, silently repeating that he should stay away from this guy, but the fluffy white cat tilted his head He stared at Osamu Dazai with his head, exerted strength on his hind legs, and jumped onto Osamu Dazai with a whoosh.

Osamu Dazai: "...do you know that you are very heavy?"

White cat: "Meow."

Osamu Dazai hugged the cat, sat on the swivel chair and dangled for a week. At this moment, he looked stable and unfathomable. If it weren’t for the two corpses piled up in the corner of the container that have not been disposed of, this picture would still look a little warm .

He waited for the communicator to vibrate over and over again, and finally stared at the shiny black square inexplicably, before pressing the button for a long time.

"how?"

"Rimbaud's relics were stolen, and the leader asked you to take full responsibility for it."

Osamu Dazai twitched the corner of his lips sarcastically: "Okay, I understand."

Gojo Satoru originally thought that Osamu Dazai's life as a mafia cadre was exciting enough, but what happened next made him refresh his cognition again.

This is not at all... no, he thought in confusion, the organization that Osamu Dazai stays in is different from what he saw in the movies, at least the movies produced in Sicily, Italy don't even have the Godfather's business of fighting dragons, and there is nothing Ability—seriously, is this really an ability?

And how many people this person sent to die in the whole process, he was too lazy to count, Gojo Satoru looked at Dazai Osamu's side face in a daze, his cat's claw hooked the belt of the man's coat and scratched it twice.

He himself has killed quite a few curse masters, but he is still different from Osamu Dazai. In the original world, the vision of the six eyes would have been covered by a deep and black curse.

He knew the reason why he recognized Osamu Dazai as a curse spirit for the first time.

A bottomless sin.

Life is all heavy. A good person with a smooth life may change his temperament after killing someone, or be overwhelmed by the burden. Osamu Dazai nestled in a soft chair with a cup of coffee on the table, humming a song relaxedly and comfortably .

At the same time, countless people lost their lives under his light orders.

When the singularity of Verlaine's incarnation was terminated by Chuya Central Plains, cheers and choked sobs from the rest of his life came from the radio, but there was still no sound in the stronghold—everyone who stayed here stood silently behind Osamu Dazai, Lowering his head respectfully, he basically had only one thought in his mind.

...stay away from him.

Throughout the command, although the youngest cadres of the port mafia showed chilling tactics, what frightened them even more was the indifference shown by Osamu Dazai. It is good to just follow his orders, but the instinct of being a human being still cannot help but resist and panic from the heart of this life.

He'd bring glory to the Port Mafia, everyone was sure of that.

"Okay." Dazai Osamu picked up the cat and rubbed it twice. His voice was soft and soft. He threw away the documents at hand and left the stronghold unhurriedly. Gojo Satoru thought that this person was going to return his broken cardboard box again. .

In the past few days, he found that Osamu Dazai's life was really boring. Apart from dealing with work, he repeatedly looked at the complete body that should have been torn apart.

But this time Osamu Dazai seemed to be in a sudden mood. He bought the woolen coat in the window on the street, and covered him with a soft and oversized style. When walking in the sun, no one could compare him to "" That Dazai" link.

Carrying the paper bag containing the black coat, he walked slowly around the bustling commercial street, and bought a crepe from a stall in the middle.

In the end, he turned to a small game hall and played Mario for half a day without winning a few rounds.

Gojo Satoru: "...?"

He was surrounded by a row of question marks above his head, lying on the desktop of the game console, and the big cats flicking their tails all tilted their heads in confusion. Osamu Dazai pressed the game console for a long time, and finally stopped, and the old-fashioned screen flashed the game over Four big characters, he stood up calmly, glanced at his watch: "It's almost there."

Gojo Satoru: "What's the matter?"

"——Why do you lose so much hair?" Osamu Dazai grabbed the big cat's nape in disbelief, and patted his coat with the other hand. The fabric of this coat is high-quality cashmere, which is light and soft. All good, except that the sticky hair is very sticky.

The white cat purred twice, then rubbed against his suit pants.

Osamu Dazai sighed softly, bent down and hugged the cat again, and then gently bent his eyes—but the smile was so fake, he had a headache, and he was a little absent-minded. bad feeling.

This ominous premonition became more and more serious, and when Osamu Dazai opened the door of his broken container, this premonition quickly reached its peak, and then fell steeply to the bottom.

"Chuya." Osamu Dazai let go of his hand, let the cat in his arms jump to the ground, and greeted the visitor unhurriedly: "I thought your injury was enough for you to lie in the hospital for three days, Is it really the recovery speed that only slugs have?"

"I would like to know."

The light in the container was not turned on, and in the darkness, the orange-haired boy stood up from the table and walked up to Dazai Osamu, his cobalt blue eyes flashed with fury, Dazai Osamu's pupils shrank suddenly, and the time was so short that he barely raised his elbow to block it. The deadly part flew backwards heavily!

——Boom!

A pit was knocked out of the hard iron box wall by him. Osamu Dazai let out a muffled grunt, and slid to the ground with his eyes lowered. At the same time, every part of the container was covered in red. Destroyed into twisted metal trash.

At dawn, Zhong Yuan Zhong Ye's voice was hoarse, suppressing killing intent.

"—Verlaine's assassination targets are all based on the information you gave him, right?"