I swept Yokohama with a vest

Once the door is closed, the room, which is neither lit nor waxed, becomes even darker.

The black-haired girl lowered her eyes, reached out to pick up the slipped clothes, and asked softly: "So, guest, are you a ghost of unknown origin?"

No one can see him, it is indeed a ghost, otherwise it cannot be explained why no one can see him, this cannot be a blood ghost technique, every ghost is born from the hands of Ghost Mai Tsuji, and is controlled.

"A ghost...it's okay to call me a ghost." Dazai Osamu repeated, and he responded easily. He squatted down and reached out to touch the black-haired girl's cheek, "Miss Tsuko seems to be afraid of me? Dare to look at me."

The black-haired girl raised her eyes obediently, revealing the eyes that were originally unclear: "When encountering strange ghost guests, the first reaction of normal people would be to be afraid."

The color of her eyes is relatively dull red, but when others see it, they will most likely think of the red scars after being loved/caressed, and want to see strange things like tears overflowing from these eyes.

But at this time, the red is gradually fading, turning into black, and the red that was originally dripping on the white paper has changed, like red dripping in the center of the ink dot on the white paper.

Osamu Dazai noticed this the first time he pinched the other person's face: once touched by him, the black-haired girl's eyes would gradually turn black, and there was a strange and inhuman feeling between her brows and eyes It will also fade away, showing the ignorance of the other party being pinched.

Because Osamu Dazai's superhuman ability is a disqualification from the world.

After touching it for a few seconds and confirming again that the red color will fade away.Osamu Dazai let go of his hand, but on the way he withdrew his hand, the black-haired girl grabbed his hand instead, and rubbed it like a cat.

Then he showed an expression of squinting and enjoying, which is the same as the expression of a cat squinting while making a purring sound after its chin is scratched.

It is not the kind of cat that used to rest comfortably on the promenade and ignore humans, but a cat that has been tamed by humans and will circle around humans coquettishly.

Obviously before, he was coldly warning the rude guests, but now he obediently lays in the palms of the guests, and whispered to the ghost guests in an ambiguous tone.

This is also in line with the cat's personality. Once the breeder has something he is interested in, he will instantly transform from a ruthless assassin to a little chick without the slightest sense of shame.

Osamu Dazai asked with great interest: "But are you an ordinary person? The frightening Miss Monster."

Miss Monster didn't open her eyes. She turned her face sideways, allowing her cheeks to be touched by her palms to a wider area, and then let out a questioning hum from her throat: "Huh?"

The opponent's eyes were closed, so he couldn't see the color of the eyes, so Osamu Dazai ignored the feeling in his hand and directly withdrew his hand.

He said: "Well, something scarier than humans, better at disguising than the same kind, and can perfectly blend into humans, isn't it a monster? It's the monster lady who wants to deceive even the same kind."

Losing support, the black-haired girl supported the ground with her hands. She opened her eyes and looked quietly at Osamu Dazai, who made no secret of her hatred. The redness in her eyes was spreading faster than fading, a bit like anger .

Osamu Dazai supported his cheeks, and continued to draw hatred: "This kind of look makes me feel like I will be killed in a second, so happy—"

A few seconds later, the black-haired girl rolled her eyes and returned to her innocent and somewhat inhuman expression: "What is the guest talking about? It's so strange, I can't understand it."

She leaned forward, approached Osamu Dazai, and stopped only a few centimeters away from this vicious guy, moved the tip of her nose, and made a big movement of breathing: "I wanted to say before, you have a very Special scent."

The intoxicated feeling appeared on her face. She turned to the door and took a deep breath: "Now, I feel that the whole courtyard is filled with your smell, like a sweet delicacy."

"It's a disgusting description, but I can explain it." Dazai Osamu matched her expression and said gently, "Before I came here, I had just finished my mission, and there was dirty blood on my coat. What you smelled was The smell of human blood?"

The expression on the black-haired girl's face immediately restrained.

Osamu Dazai continued: "As for the smell outside, the gentleman who went out before is cleaning the courtyard."

Including the human beings who originally lived in the courtyard, that is, the maids serving the black-haired girl.

Since the other party chose to take the black-haired girl away, those maids are naturally useless and belong to the scope that needs to be dealt with.

As if responding to his words, or that the guy who needed to be beaten had telepathy, a scream suddenly sounded outside, because the voice was too high, and the original timbre could not be distinguished, and then the scream stopped abruptly.

"Listen." Osamu Dazai said.

He has been looking at the black-haired girl, observing her expression, and found that her expression has never changed, and the scream representing the maid who took care of him seems to have disappeared.

Indeed a monster.

Osamu Dazai said softly, "Since it's a monster, don't pretend to be a human being."

In the past, Ogai Mori described him as a diamond. Although it is beautiful and shining, it needs careful polishing and sunlight. Osamu Dazai has never been interested in this strange and disgusting metaphor.

But now, he suddenly understood Mori Ogai a little bit.

It's a feeling of seeing the same kind, but the other party is still in the immature stage. As long as you exert a little bit of control, the final outcome of the other party will be distorted and slide towards the result you stipulated.

It is precisely because of the same kind that she knows each other very well. Even if she just turns her eyes slightly, she can immediately guess her general thoughts. This unparalleled sense of tacit understanding may be partly contributed by the other party. of.

This is a tacit mutual rush to each other, just like rubbing each other's cheeks.

——Of course, Mr. Mori's affirmation of him will definitely not be so weird and disgusting, but it feels easy to use and tricky, a sharp double-edged knife.

I even wandered back and forth between 'he is provoking me, I want to kill him a little bit', 'no, he is useful, just bear with it' and 'I can't bear it anymore, kill him when the matter is over'.

The wind was approaching with a smell of blood, and there were the sound of unhurried footsteps gradually approaching. A few seconds later, the door was pushed open.

The clean and clean Ghost Dance Tsuji stood at the door, glanced at the black-haired girl kneeling on the floor, and calmly said: "It's packed, you can go."

The vest itself will also affect the host. When the other party came to pick her up, Chu Luye Zhizi did not move. She took a breath and could smell the strong smell of blood on the other party's body, and even the breath of the other party had the smell of blood.

Switching to her own body, or any of the previous page vests, she can show real feelings and a disgusted expression that fits the personality.

But now, she will have a slight instinctive fear of Oni Wu Tsuji, and she will feel comfortable and pleasant smelling the smell of blood, just like standing in a cherry blossom forest and taking a light sniff.

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The shoes that Guiwu Tsuji Wuyou wears are leather shoes, which match the outfit on his body, so after he stepped on the blood stains in the courtyard and walked out of the house with the black-haired girl in his arms, the blood stains were only a little sticky on the soles of his shoes .

Along the way, Chulu Yezhizi saw several corpses, one of which was the maid who was in the bath and summoned up the courage to hold her back.

The maid's face was pale, her eyes were wide open, and her expression was distorted by fright and wanting to live. She looked more in line with human's definition of ghost than Kiwu Tsuji.

The blood stains smeared the bluestone slabs of his body, exuding a strange light fragrance.

When passing by, Wu Mi turned around and reminded the black-haired girl with her head sticking out: "Don't touch these dirty blood."

"This kind of guy who needs to be beaten has one thing in common, that is, he has no self-knowledge about himself." Chulu Yezhizi said to the system.

She took the opportunity to look away, continued to wrap her hands around Wu Mi's neck, and put her eyes on his neckline.

Osamu Dazai did not follow.

A very strange thing is that Osamu Dazai rejected Onimai Tsuji Mumi, although he didn't show it, but the kind of innocence and reluctance to get close is generally for the target who is 'very disgusting but can't be dealt with temporarily' Attitude.

But if he hadn't planned to follow him and stay with Tsushima Sakurako who could see him, then things would be a little difficult.

He can touch physical objects, and even if he can't be seen by anyone, it's enough to cause a lot of trouble.

System prompt: [Host please rest assured, due to the special loading method of 'Dazai Osamu', you cannot leave the host within 250 meters. ]

"Ah, that's good." Chu Luye Zhizi said, she lazily withdrew her thoughts and cared about another more important issue.

After walking out of the house, Chu Luye Zhizi discovered that it was a courtyard in the deep mountains, surrounded by desolate mountain and forest scenes—how did Guiwu Tsuji Wumi arrive at the courtyard cleanly?

In the third second when this question was born, Chuluye Zhizi knew the answer.

Because Wu Mi hugged her while naturally jumping and walking through the forest, as if he could fly, and never fell to the ground once in the middle, and the foothold was always a thick/strong tree.

The fierce wind blew by her ears, and the black-haired girl buried her face in Onimui Tsuji's shoulder, and said subtly: "I thought there would be a space-type supernatural power user, but I didn't expect his way to be even more unexpected... And is there really no resistance?"

The system said: [With the physical condition of "Disqualification in the World", the host cannot travel through space or time... including the way of supernatural power or vampirism. ]

After a short pause, it popped up another prompt: [Detected 'Dazai Osamu' distance from the host: 250 meters. ]

Chuluye Zhizi looked at the distance steadily, and found that the distance had not changed after more than ten seconds, but Kiwu Tsuji was traveling almost faster than flying now, Dazai Osamu would definitely not be able to catch up.

So……

He couldn't be dragged by the system to maintain a distance, right?It's like a cat with a big tail lying on the ground and dragged by one leg.

The system seriously emphasizes: [The host, please do not engage in irresponsible fantasies, the other party is standing. ]

It turns on the projection and projects Osamu Dazai's current state.

The black suit jacket worn by the other party was blown by the fierce wind, and only the shoulders were connected to Dazai Osamu. He put his legs together, and two scratches were made when his feet rubbed against the dirt. The whole figure seemed to be being pushed away by an invisible existence.

Most importantly, Osamu Dazai is expressionless.

Chuluye Zhizi: Oh, okay.

She thought for a while, and made a wish: "It's so pitiful, I hope he doesn't hit the tree head-on."

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