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"……When."

Gojo Satoru was taken aback by Dazai Osamu.

This person has always been very thoughtful, news that can make other people's emotions fluctuate until the eyeballs fall, Dazai Osamu will at most coldly lift his eyelids, or gently pull the corners of his lips, calm as hell, don't look at this person usually Smiling at others, but if you really want to leave this bastard alone, that pretty face doesn't even show a trace of expression, and the whole person looks lazy and indifferent,

It was difficult for him to discern Dazai Osamu's expression now, the other party's emotions were too complicated and too suppressed, at a certain moment he saw the man's eyes widen suddenly, his lips parted slightly, his face turned pale unknowingly—— It was paler than the color of paper, which made him want to hug him inexplicably.

But this fragile expression was fleeting, and then the face twisted into a weird look, as if about to laugh, as if something was exactly what he expected—everything was within his prediction.

But I couldn't laugh no matter what, so the last mask seemed to have been randomly sketched by a poor painter. It was badly drawn and the oil paint was not good. There was a bit of sarcasm, but it was swallowed by the tide of darkness, coldness, fatigue, anger - all kinds of emotions were mixed together to form a palette, and that beautiful face seemed vaguely hideous.

Gojo Satoru was stunned by his reaction for a few seconds, unable to answer Dazai Osamu's question in time, he frowned after recovering: "What's wrong with you? Who will remember such a trivial matter..."

"I asked you when!" Osamu Dazai suddenly raised his voice.

He took a step forward, stretched out his hand to hold Gojo Wu's back of the head, and pressed down heavily, his fingers tightened suddenly, with such force that Gojo Wu felt as if a few strands of his hair had been pulled out, and then he heard the man With that extremely cold and somewhat hysterical voice, it was almost shouting at him: "When did it start?"

Gojo Wu thought to himself what kind of insanity this person is suffering from. Let him see.

Dazai Osamu's tone made him quite unhappy, and the desire for control that he had been annoying all the time even took off the disguise and threw it firmly in front of him. , without the magic power, he is just an ordinary person. It is normal to be nearsighted after playing too many games. In other words, another great possibility is that the six eyes of his stuck machine finally clamored to upgrade the system——

But the worst outcome is blindness?

But it's not a big deal, is it?

Gojo Satoru was really confused, not to mention just a slight loss of vision, even if he could not see at all, it would not be a trouble worth worrying about for him, and it would not be worth paying more attention.

His vision was very strange a long time ago. Normal people can experience the world of the blind just by wearing his small round sunglasses. As for the magician, it is normal to transform the human body with missing arms and legs. It works, he can show Osamu Dazai a live buttonhole and exchange for two new ones.

It's not as important as Osamu Dazai eating the Mickey Mouse Wonderful House cake that he didn't want to eat all at once the day before yesterday.

"What's wrong with you?" Gojo Wujo blinked his eyes in displeasure with a sullen face, "I said it too, I can't remember such things at all."

He put five fingers together, and tapped the wrist of Osamu Dazai's head with a knife in his backhand: "Let go, if you catch me again, you will bald me!"

"You can't remember when you become blind?"

"Isn't this still blind—you can't say something good?" Gojo Satoru was really angry, and he tore off Dazai Osamu's arm, and at the same time a few strands of his hair were pulled out, so distressed that he almost bared his teeth Grinning: "If Matou Sakura would be super gentle and say, Go-kun, let's wear a pair of luxurious diamond-encrusted sunglasses, ah no, glasses, what about you? You will only pull my hair!"

"Who is Sakura Matou?"

"My wife."

Osamu Dazai closed his eyes, stood expressionlessly for a while, turned around and entered the room, lay down on the bed, and fell asleep. Gojo Satoru was terribly annoyed sitting at the door. Based on what he knew about Osamu Dazai, the man just now He almost had the words "I'm not right" engraved on his face. He wanted to ask why he couldn't do it, but he couldn't pry his mouth open. He wanted him to say that Osamu Dazai is really the most difficult guy in the world.

Moreover, Gojo Satoru was very annoyed by the nonsense about his suicide and martyrdom, but he knew that it was true that Osamu Dazai wanted to die. It is the same for him whether it is a dilapidated iron house or a large villa by the sea.

But Wujo Wu couldn't do it, he just wanted to live in the Linhai villa, and he had to drag this bastard to live with him.

Osamu Dazai didn't fall asleep for a second with his eyes closed, and he had a severe headache, especially the wound on the ear that had healed long ago. Because of this problem, he rarely took the initiative to go to the doctor to check his health status, and the result of the examination was everything It's normal, so I didn't care about it anymore.

There was a rustling sound at the door, and then there were light footsteps getting closer and closer to him, and then he felt that the old iron bed he was lying on had collapsed a little bit, and a warm body climbed up cautiously Rubbed to his back and posted it forward.

"...What's the matter with you?" Gojo Satoru rubbed up a little more, lowered his voice, pressed against Osamu Dazai's ear, and meowed aggrievedly: "Are you asleep?"

He propped up his upper body on his elbows, stretched out his hand to pull Dazai Osamu's hair, combed back the hair that covered his forehead, combed it twice, and pinned a strand behind his ear to fix it. After looking at it for a while, he felt This is also very good-looking, Osamu Dazai's usual indifferent demeanor is a little more mature, and his beautiful face is also exposed a little more.

Osamu Dazai tried his best to clear his head and get a good night's sleep. After all, it was time to go to bed, so he could continue to think of ways after he got rid of the headache, but when he closed his eyelids, he couldn't see the darkness, only the sea.

The blue sea, above is the blue sky, boundless, very suitable to jump into, as his burial place.

He thought of Gojo Satoru from before, all of them were fragments intermittently, without exception, this person laughed like a beating, wanton and arrogant, he didn't look like a stable and reliable adult anyway, but he was very stable, and he was calm in everything he did. , can afford to put it down, it is simply an inhuman open-mindedness - it is probably the function of the six eyes, anyway, it is very inhuman.

But now his six eyes are gone, but his person has not changed at all.

Osamu Dazai didn't think about anything, but the headache was getting more and more severe, and his skull was about to split open. Suddenly, an arm came across from behind him and wrapped around his waist, and then fished a part of it back, and he was skillfully Turning his face, he could feel that Gojo Satoru's gaze was almost solidified without opening his eyes, and it stopped motionless on his face, probably waiting for his explanation, but what can be explained?

When he opened his eyes, he crashed into the sea again, blue and clear.

Suffocation.

He was not so suffocated when he was pulled into the domain by the bad-witted Gojo Satoru and pressed into the sea water last time.

Gojo Satoru seldom paid so much attention to anything. He stared at Dazai Osamu's face seriously, as if it was some difficult riddle, but when Dazai Osamu opened his eyes, his whole body seemed to be frozen, as if there was a part of him The thing was taken out and killed again, Gojo Satoru almost thought that Osamu Dazai was afraid of something, but what was there to be afraid of?

Is there no place for his desire to control?

With a pale face, Osamu Dazai suddenly asked, "What does it feel like to lose your spell power?"

"I don't feel anything." Gojo Satoru replied very seriously: "It's similar to the fact that the portable air conditioner is gone, the mosquito repellent bracelet is gone, and you have to walk on two legs—oh, I want to buy a car."

Osamu Dazai moved his lips silently, but the next question seemed to draw his vocal cords with his own blade. Gojo Satoru stared at him for a while, his confusion doubled, and he almost turned into a riddleman: "How do you compare I still care, you reminded me, tomorrow I'm going to buy a pair of very handsome glasses, wait, I remember you have a pair?"

After he finished speaking, he got up from the bed, rummaged through Osamu Dazai's suit jacket hanging in the corner, and finally found the pair of thin-framed gold-rimmed glasses hung by the man on the neckline of his vest.

He took it off and put it on the bridge of his nose, looked in the mirror, it was very good, very satisfied, then he ran back and pulled the person on the bed, Dazai sat up, grabbed the thing violently, and snapped It snapped into two pieces.

Gojo Wujo looked at this man and was about to get angry.

But he himself is also very depressed, it's okay to be confused, but any person will feel a little wronged when he gets angry for no reason, and Gojo Satoru is no exception. He thought that as long as Dazai dared to quarrel with him, he would have nothing to do with this person today, and it turned out Osamu Dazai stared at him for a while, paused, and then returned to his previous calm and half-dead appearance.

He even smiled a little, with a soft curve on the corner of his lips, pretending nothing happened.

Gojo Satoru thought about which operation Dazai Osamu would be more extreme, but he saw that the man lowered his body to change his shoes silently. After changing the leather shoes, he put the fluffy rabbit cotton mop back under the bed, and then walked to the clothes hanger , took off the shirt, and turned out the tie from the plastic bag.

"Didn't your shirt be sent for dry cleaning?"

Osamu Dazai lowered his eyes, moved his fingers, tied an elegant Pratt knot without haste, fastened the tie clip, and tied the shirt hem with the shirt clip: "I'm lying to you."

"Are you going out at this point?"

"Yeah." Osamu Dazai lied without blinking, and said casually, "I suddenly remembered something."

He also told this lie very carelessly, completely out of line with his usual level, mainly because he really doesn't have the heart to make up a seamless excuse now, and his mind is full of the way Gojo Satoru looked at him after he broke the pair of broken glasses before .

Her lips were pursed, and her beautiful blue eyes were wide open, looking at him a little dazedly, as if he had done such an inhuman and cruel act.

"Go to bed early, good night." He said softly.