I am a writer in the world of sorcery

Gojo Satoru's field unfolded for only one second, and in the next second he reached out to catch Osamu Dazai who fell forward, and even caught the prison gate that fell from the palm of this man.

Just a second.

But it's just this second.

Osamu Dazai felt that he was going crazy, really crazy, a complete breakdown, no matter how fast his head is usually turned, he is still a human being, even if he is smart enough to be called a monster by others, he is still a human, human, An ordinary human being, and now his head has been force-fed with countless information, saying that the information is wrong, and he doesn't know what is being poured into his brain.

He thought he was screaming.

More nightmares than nightmares, scarier than fears, before his eyes were some indescribable strange scenes, those things were intertwined one after another, he knew that he was now in a state of omniscience-but could not think-omniscient All-seeing—unable to think, mentally insane to the extreme, as if the skull was lifted and someone forcibly pierced his thinking, the fragile organs inside were smashed to pieces, and then forcibly pinched together.

It's different from the last time Immeasurable Space.

totally different.

Gojo Gojo carried Dazai Osamu out of the trunk with strength that would not hurt the wound on Dazai's body, but in fact, now he would not feel the slightest bit even if he put his finger into the bullet hole and tore him apart, and he was not much shorter than him But his body, which was so thin that only a few bones remained, curled up limply in his arms. Osamu Dazai opened his eyes wide, his eyes were so slack that he couldn't focus at all, and tears couldn't stop flowing from those two lychee-like iris-colored pupils. Eyelashes fell down, and the slender and thick eyelashes were glued together by tears, making a mess.

He didn't realize that he was about to suffocate due to convulsions, and gradually his face was no longer pale, and his cheeks were flushed abnormally, which was the state before he died due to lack of oxygen. After a while, his entire face was soaked with tears Yes, but his body was shaking violently, like a young bird that had just hatched and hadn't shed its fluffy feathers. Gojo Satoru took off the obstructive suit jacket on Osamu Dazai's body, and reached out to touch the man's back, which was already soaked. , full of cold sweat.

"I told you to shut up." Wujo Wu smiled slowly, and rubbed the corner of the opponent's eyes with his fingertips: "I've had enough."

But if he doesn't interfere with Osamu Dazai, he will choke himself to death. He pushed open the gap between Osamu Dazai's teeth, stuffed two fingers in, and then grabbed the cute tongue. At this time, he heard Osamu Dazai excitedly Talking some vague ravings, and then listening to the incoherent and meaningless phrase fragments, he pressed the base of his tongue and poked it a little further, provoking the other party's narrow and tight throat——

Osamu Dazai retched violently.

But he couldn't spit out anything, but this way Osamu Dazai would not kill himself, Gojo Satoru used his fingers to pull the soft tongue out, the person in his arms is simply the most well-behaved right now The puppet completely lost the ability to control the body, and he couldn't take it back when he pulled it out.

Gojo Satoru stretched out his hand to smooth out the sweat-soaked hair, leaned down and kissed the other party's lips, and then bit the pitiful tip of his tongue that was pulled out by him.

He changed his posture with his arms around Osamu Dazai, and carried the suitcase in the car with his free hand. The black hard suitcase was not too small, but it was not too big either. I found a thin and curved iron card in the box, put it into the keyhole and turned it around. With a soft sound, the box cover bounced upwards, and it was filled with various types of guns and bullets.

Gojo Satoru carried the handle of the suitcase, emptied the contents, and then laid the hard suitcase on the ground. The black-haired young man put it in, and placed the prison gate squarely in the opponent's hand, like holding a bright red apple. The opponent's eyes fell in front of him, ignorant of what happened to him and his surroundings .

So he didn't know what an uncomfortable position he was maintaining. His body was artificially placed and curled up, and his hands and feet were stretched and folded. Gojo Satoru spent a long time fiddling with it. After looking at the appearance for a while, he burst out laughing.

Very cool.

No, it's so cool.

When Osamu Dazai finally regained his consciousness, his first reaction was that his eyes hurt, and the second reaction was that his tongue hurt. Then he realized that there was no comfortable place in his whole body, and he moved his hair with difficulty in the dark. His numb toes, his own breath hotly pasted on his face, the surroundings were crowded and tight, airtight, so stuffy that his breathing became a kind of torture.

He seems to be in a dangling place.

His head was like a rusty part, it was very sluggish, and his sense of danger was even more ineffective, but the sense of weightlessness that followed made him suddenly realize what kind of situation he was in.

Fuck Gojo Satoru, Osamu Dazai thought extremely calmly.

He gently closed his eyes, suppressed his anger forcibly, and thought about how to get out of the predicament first, then tried his best to move his arms to explore the inner wall of the box, trying to find the keyhole. Gojo Satoru knew Dazai as soon as he heard the movement inside the box. Zhi woke up, but he pretended not to know. He leisurely carried his suitcase, and went to the dessert shop to buy a cup of milk tea with a lot of sugar. After thinking about it, he bought another cup.

Gojo Satoru bought a new set of clothes that matched the season, imitated Osamu Dazai and bought a black coat on a whim, went shopping around the corner and bought the red scarf in the window, and hung it around his neck. The fashion is complete Basically relying on his face, this kind of nondescript attire looks very harmonious on him. Pedestrians coming and going will cast a glance at this handsome and conspicuous man.

It's just that no one thought that the suitcase he was carrying was not packed with luggage, but instead locked a young mafia, Osamu Dazai, who could easily set off a bloody storm.

"Roselle Hotel, thank you." Gojo Satoru stopped the car, covered his index finger with his middle finger, and flicked the surface of the suitcase with a smile on his face: "Drive slowly, don't worry."

Of course he was in no hurry.

Osamu Dazai struggled with all his strength inside the box, but all the struggles were suppressed abruptly. No matter how you look at it, this suitcase is just a box from the outside, one is quiet and does not move. Tentacles with pale blue eyes entangled his hands and feet, and burrowed into every hole in his body. His mouth was stuffed to the brim, his throat and esophagus were filled with wriggling fleshy tentacles, and his teeth gnawed. A pile of meat with an extremely strange texture, even if it is uncomfortable, the vocal cords can't tremble.

horrible……

Really scary.

This too terrifying experience made him almost return to the previous lunatic state. Inside the pitch-black box, he bent his body hard and tried his best to bite hard on the part of his mouth that smelled of the deep sea. Something, and then he felt something pop open between his teeth, and something like liquid glass flowed out - he quickly realized that maybe, could, should...

He bit off an eye!

Osamu Dazai loosened his teeth, smiled slowly, and opened his mouth bit by bit. He suspected that there must be something wrong with him—wait, how long has it been?Where is he now?In the severe dizziness and vomiting, he stretched out his fingers to touch those strange fleshy products, but the objects he touched had almost beautiful round curves, and some soft hairs fanned... eyes between his fingers.

— Eyes eyes eyes eyes eyes eyes eyes!

He opened his eyelids vainly, and in his line of sight was another huge eye, blue in color, so beautiful and so clear that it was unbelievably beautiful. The huge eyes were so close to him, so close that he could touch them as soon as he stretched out his hand The layer of blue iris, the eyes are surrounded by rings like planets and celestial bodies, white, blue, silver, black, in short, these are the pure and gorgeous colors that make you vomit, and he tightly closed his eyelids again.

...the eyes became six.

He is really going crazy.

wrong!Why do you say he is crazy?Who is qualified to say he is crazy?Didn't he live in this magnificent space since he was born?Wait, how nice it is to live here, what is he dissatisfied with?He laughed and threw himself on one of the eyes, and suddenly felt very hungry, so he opened his mouth and took a bite, and some moist and viscous liquid burst out from that eyeball, but the taste was not bad at all, very sweet, but It's not greasy, but he can't do it any more.

Gojo Satoru entered the hotel room and opened the box unhurriedly. The person inside was humming some absurd tunes for some reason. There were paramecia and rainbow worms, and his whole body was soaked. Every pore was sweating, naked as if he had just been salvaged from the sea, but he still laughed and hugged the tentacles in his hands tightly, those crimson things printed light red marks on his body.

The white-haired man snapped his fingers lightly.

In an instant, all the moving tentacles were retracted, and the square and square little square fell off Dazai Osamu's body, and rolled on the carpet twice. He took the young man who was still struggling weakly out of the box. , Osamu Dazai waved his arms wildly in the air, and was held back by another slender white hand. The two hands were overlapped and pressed together. In front of his weak but tried-out resistance, that hand was like It was as motionless as cast steel, like pinching a newborn kitten.

Gojo Satoru unscrewed a bottle of mineral water, pried open the person's lips as before, put the mouth of the bottle up, and slowly tilted it, but the person who lost the swallowing reaction would just open his mouth stupidly, a bottle of water 90.00 % poured out, he was not in a hurry, and opened another bottle very patiently, pouring in as much as he could.

When Osamu Dazai woke up again—he couldn’t define his state, anyway, after regaining consciousness, the first thing he saw was the ceiling inlaid with chandeliers, and the crystal lamps hanging from the chandeliers were round and crystal, and his body suddenly trembled nervously All of a sudden, completely out of his control, the eyes he saw before suddenly emerged from his memory.

"It's faster than I thought."

He followed the voice and saw that the other party was nestling comfortably in the soft sofa and eating dessert, his two long legs were comfortably crossed together, that beautiful face suddenly pulled out a smile with unknown meaning, and then the person crooked Lowering his head, he hooked his fingers to the edge of the blindfold and gently pulled it down, blinking at him twice.

"—how do you feel now?"

"..."

Osamu Dazai paused, turned his face to the side and vomited it out.