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The sea breeze blowing in from the window was already a bit colder than when he first came to this city, and the humidity was heavier.

Gojo Satoru felt that his current state with Osamu Dazai should be called a cold war—then he was immediately amused by this term, because there are no two people in this world who are in a cold war, one is sealed and imprisoned, and the other is trying to kill himself .

Being locked up in the prison gate should be boring, but because of some accidents, he has become a boring and unlucky guy who watches holographic TV every day. When he has nothing to do, he still has a study room comparable to a library for him to pass the time, and he can also squat on the sofa and watch TV all day.

He stared at the heroine in a blue dress on the screen, crying and laughing, the white cat's tail whipped the sofa cushion around, and fell to the ground silently.

Gojo Satoru felt that he was bored.

The frequency of Dazai Osamu's return became less and less, from once a day to once a few days, every time he came back, he looked half dead, and then wobbly curled up on the sofa in the main hall to sleep.

The women in Linhai Villa changed from batch to batch. Sometimes he couldn't help standing in the perspective of the female when he watched the live-action show, and would scold Osamu Dazai for not being a man. It wasn't because of his subtle thoughts about this person. .

After all, the person who moved his heart was not the one in front of him at all.

Gojo Satoru sighed, leaning on his chin and pondering how this bastard became what he was in the future—healed?No, it should be more seriously ill. He had enough time these days to figure out what he really wanted, and finally found out a bit absurdly that Osamu Dazai couldn't give him what he wanted, but if Osamu Dazai hadn't become like this, he would In the beginning, life was not so painful. Gojo Wu saw him at first glance, and he was no different from other sentient beings, and he couldn't bear the confusing thoughts like saving Fengchen. Those messy, twisted and filthy things were the reason why he couldn't let go of them. .

He thought to himself, let’s forget it.

He is almost thirty, and he has seen enough life and death in these years. People can't save people who don't want to be saved. He doesn't understand this truth, so he is just joking. To Osamu Dazai, the world is already a huge garbage dump. As a bystander, he watched this person want to die but couldn't die, thinking that this person is really ridiculous and pitiful.

But he was imprisoned inside the prison gate, and it seems that he is not qualified to speak of him.

Osamu Dazai is half-dead recently. He seems to have suffered some injuries a few days ago. When he fell asleep, he would unconsciously avoid the right side of his chest. Gojo Satoru reckoned that he must have injured his lungs, but at this time he still had no one around him. He could always hear a soft and joyful female voice coming from the main hall.

The floor of the villa was covered with fine velvet twig carpets. As usual, he used his six eyes to analyze the prison gate, letting his subconscious influence the cat to run around. Just after the analysis came to an end, Gojo Satoru came back to his senses, only to find that the cat had been running around him for many days. Osamu Dazai, who hadn't been looking directly at him.

Under the large dim chandelier, Osamu Dazai held a half-lit cigarette in his slender fingers. The injury on his body obviously affected his actions. At this moment, he was leaning against the side of the sofa, and a young woman in a white dress was sitting on top of him , his eyes were full of fanatical and creepy possessiveness, after a while he was tickled by the other party's kiss, so he raised his hand and pushed.

Then with a smile, he stretched out his hand to get the wine on the table, the cigarette between his fingers knocked against the wall of the glass, and half of the ash fell off.

The pretty lady went to pull his clothes again, and this man stopped him once, no, I was accidentally hit by a stray bullet, he said solemnly with his eyes bent, but his posture seemed very out of place, so he was naturally seen by the other party Gojo Satoru glanced coldly, not interested in watching. When he turned around, he caught a glimpse of the man with his neck slightly tilted back, and his face turned sideways, revealing his Adam's apple that was originally wrapped in a bandage. His iris-colored eyes were prominent. Smile, like a layer of fog.

When looking at those blue eyes, Osamu Dazai paused, and then stretched out his hand to caress the smooth skin under his hand.

Where Gojo Satoru stayed, a clean and soft beach could be seen from the window of the bedroom. The tide went up and down, and the evening was cloudy, so he could not see the brilliant sunset. He closed his eyes and slept for a while, when there was a sudden noise at the door , Osamu Dazai was naked, they forgot to close the window before, and he was pressed on the window sill by the other party, and the shower drifted in along the window, drenching him completely.

"Ah, you are here."

He said without emotion.

The white cat only glanced back, and then turned its head again, but today Osamu Dazai went crazy, leaned over, and hugged the cat. It's not light at all, and it can stretch to a person's chest when pulled up.

Just as Osamu Dazai raised his front paws to pick up the cat, Gojo Satoru couldn't help but frowned inside the prison gate. He was a magician, so he was no stranger to the smell of blood.

In the smell of his perfume, the smell of blood was particularly obvious. Dazai Osamu was wearing a black wool coat, and he was so weak on the inside that he could barely stand still. Falling forward into the mattress, Gojo Satoru was terribly annoyed, more annoyed than ever, and the next moment the cat jumped out of Osamu Dazai's hand and jumped to the corner by the bed.

Then this person seemed to be determined, and he must come to make trouble for him today.

Osamu Dazai turned pale from the pain. He took two painkillers from his pocket and swallowed them dryly. His brain felt a little stuffy from the pain. He lowered his head and coughed twice, shaking the water on his body, and the sleeves soaked in wine , I don't know why the smell of alcohol made him feel sick.

At this moment, he inexplicably missed the touch of the cat's fur just now, soft as silk, better than smooth and warm skin.

He lowered his eyes, curled his knees and leaned forward. It was quite difficult for him to get up again. The crystal beads hanging from the chandelier above his head seemed to be shaking. He simply buried his face in the bed sheet and stretched out his hands to grope. Finally, his The ring finger seemed to rub against something furry.

Osamu Dazai moved forward again, his chin resting on the edge of the bed, his five fingers drooped on the snow-white fluffy tail, and they tightened quickly.

Pull hard again.

"Meow!"

Osamu Dazai smiled, squinted his eyes and retracted his hand, the bandage wrapped around his wrist slowly oozes blood, the wound is two small dots, not big, but very deep, just in line with the cat's two fangs Correspondingly, he turned his face to the side, and his eyes not covered by the bandage saw the two blue cat pupils as if extending from the sky.

The white cat squatted calmly at a distance of two meters away, its eyes fixed on his face, as if worried that he would pull its tail again.

So he buried his face in the sheet again, and laughed sullenly, half of his laughter was blocked by the sheet, Gojo Satoru couldn't see the expression of this man, but he could see his trembling shoulders.

...I really want to die.

Osamu Dazai laughed enough, maintained this posture, and pulled the bandage on his wrist randomly with the other hand. He had just pulled his head, revealing a beautiful wrist, when his movements suddenly stopped, and he was buried in the bed The mat was motionless.

His wrist was still bleeding, and his position hanging by the bed was just easy to make the blood flow back, and it would not be able to stop for a while. The white cat squatting by the side patted the pillow with its tail irritably, thinking of staying away from this person Point, anyway, this kind of injury is not painful or itchy to this person, it doesn't even make a fuss to hiss and gasp, and now it looks like beads of blood will ooze, and it won't take long for it to scab...

The hand hanging above the carpet moved, and suddenly grabbed the shards of glass on the ground. Those glass shards were broken on the first day he moved in. These days he came back to rest and never entered the bedroom. Without his permission, others Unable to get in, that hand held on to the crystal clear and irregular sharp blade in a light posture, aimed at the wrist that had been bitten by the cat, and slashed hard vertically against the exposed skin!

"—Meow!"

There was an incomparably shrill cat cry, sharp and ear-piercing, Osamu Dazai let go of his hand, and the shards of glass hit the floor with a bang and broke in two. Gathering up some strength, he moved back, reached out to hug the cat again, and his voice was low and soft, like a lover whispering in his ear.

"Be quiet."

He finally got his wish and hugged the cat.

Dizziness, headache, nausea, all kinds of strange feelings mixed together in a mess, Osamu Dazai closed his eyes half-closed, and from the corner of his eyes, he found that the cat that should have been a snow-white mess was dirty by him, tilted his head and thought about it , Pulled a pillow towel to wipe it, but before he touched it, he finally couldn't hold it up, his eyelids were so heavy that he couldn't hold it anymore, the fluffy white ball jumped out of the bed at an extremely fast speed, before he lost consciousness, he had only one thought.

— not wiped clean.

Gojo Satoru stiffened his body and felt cold all over. He shouldn't have this kind of experience in the prison gate. He smelled the strong rust smell and slowly lowered his head. It was empty, and after a while, he suddenly heard the sound of the string breaking after being stretched to the extreme.

Osamu Dazai opened his eyes again, and the first thing he saw was the familiar ceiling. Mori Ogai had already visited once, and left a warning—it wasn't too serious, and it wasn't the first time he pulled this person from the death line When I came back, it was the Dragon Head War, and the leaders of the port mafia were more busy than most people imagined. It was not easy to find time to take a look.

Then two private doctors were sent to live next to the villa to be neighbors with Osamu Dazai. The entire seaside villa was thoroughly cleaned, the carpet was replaced with new ones, and the broken glass was also cleaned up. It is the exclusive property of the port mafia. After the doctor's report, he faltered and passed on the leader's warning to the young cadres.

Osamu Dazai didn't feel the slightest panic after being dragged back from the borderline of dying, but his body was a little tired. He had rested for so long after the blood transfusion, and he was almost relieved. He didn't take Mori Ogai's warning seriously and nodded. , smiling.

"Where's my cat?"

He rubbed his fingertips, and the soft and silky touch of cat fur seemed to be still on it.

"cat?"

"I didn't see a cat here." The person in charge of cleaning looked at him in confusion: "Maybe it got lost? What kind of rare breed..."

He shut his mouth abruptly and remained silent, afraid that his words would offend the person in front of him, Mr. Dazai—the youngest cadre of the Port Mafia in history. His blood is a color darker than darkness. At this moment, Mr. Dazai She stared at him with her eyes open, her smile froze at the corner of her lips, and after a while, that beautiful iris-colored pupil suddenly burst into a storm, dark and heavy.

"Mr. Dazai?"

Osamu Dazai closed his eyes: "It's okay."