Wutai's happiness lies in persecution

"Can you tell me where this is?"

Osamu Dazai imitated the other person's posture and sat up, looking over softly.

The woman seemed to be frightened, her slender eyelashes trembled, and her fingers hugged her knees tightened, but she still chose to talk to him.

"This is the 'reserve warehouse', which stores... food for monsters."

"food?"

"Me, you, everyone here. Regardless of life or death."

Osamu Dazai seemed to be surprised by her words, his lips parted slightly, he was speechless for a while, and finally said: "Then let's exchange names, so that at least the last moment of our lives will not be spent with a stranger."

The woman suddenly turned her head to look at him, as if she wanted to see his expression clearly, but the only light here came from the dim and old wall lamp on the wall ten meters away, and she could only vaguely see his white clothes and handsome silhouette .

The man's voice is also nice, gentle and polite, with a soothing tone: "My name is Osamu Dazai, I'm a psychiatrist, and I occasionally work as a part-time lockpicker. Do you want to go out for a walk?"

"Yamashita Shizuko, my name is Yamashita Shizuko." She repeated her name twice, feeling terrified of his proposal, and also had deep expectations, "There are patrolling people outside, and... monsters."

"What if we don't meet? Even if we do, we'll just be sent back to be locked up or sent directly to be eaten by monsters. It doesn't make any difference to us."

Dazai Osamu's words touched Shizuko Yamashita, she has been locked here for a long time, many people are dragged away every day, and the people in the cage are changed every day, except for her.

Except that she has been here all the time, everyone is going to die soon.

She yearns for a change.

Escape, or die earlier, that's fine.

"Oh, my feet are numb, Miss Shizuko, can you pull me up?"

The man's tone was playful and rogue, but it neutralized the weird and gloomy atmosphere here very well. Shizuko Yamashita stretched out her hand to pull him up funny.

After everyone was dragged away, someone would come to bring her food. She didn't dare to eat at first, but later she ate all the food without any hesitation when she became very hungry.

There seemed to be some special medicine in the food, and she felt energetic and her strength increased.

Not to mention pulling a thin man up, even climbing up the tenth floor with his back on his back is not a big problem.

"Miss really makes people feel safe." Dazai Osamu praised her, walked to the locked place of the cage, touched it casually and said, "This lock is not difficult for me at all, please believe me, I will take you out."

At this time, the others who had been silent all the time swished up and pushed Shizuko Yamashita into the corner, looking longingly at the lock in his hand, their eyes almost flashing red.

"Please don't bump into the beautiful lady. This will affect my efficiency in unlocking the lock. As long as you open it, everyone has a chance to leave, right?"

The crowd gathered the women in front of Osamu Dazai, apologizing hoarsely and harshly with various voices, and using their own helplessness and fear to wash away their faults.

Shizuko Yamashita gradually couldn't hear other people's words, and was no longer depressed by the dirty and terrifying environment. She only had this gentle smiling man in her eyes.

It's like a suffering person looking at the Savior.

The heavy chains slammed into the iron cage, and the restless crowd rushed out, the sound of cursing and screaming mixed with the gradually thicker smell of blood.

The one who opened the lock at first was squeezed into the cage by them, groaned in pain, then sat down against the cage, quietly waiting for everyone to run away.

Shizuko Yamashita, who was the last to come out, took the initiative to help him up without waiting for him to ask again.

"I...might know something useful," she whispered.

The robot that delivered her meals would receive various instructions, and she quietly wrote down some key words, codes about directions and locations.

After listening to her retelling, Osamu Dazai said happily: "Great, I might know where the exit is!"

Then he pulled her back and walked out.

When they reached the bright place, the two were pleasantly surprised.

The joy of seeing the light again made Yamashita Shizuko regain her composure. She felt that she was still being held by the other party, her cheeks flushed immediately, and she lowered her head and said, "That... you don't have to hold me, if you can walk by yourself."

"Sorry~" Osamu Dazai apologized not so sincerely, and let go of his hand.

From an angle that he couldn't see, the woman looked at the bandaged wrist exposed from his cuff, and felt a chill in her heart.

The rest went smoothly, and the two arrived at the monster's lair without encountering any obstacles.

The white corpses piled up into a huge nest, and the monsters that should have been inside were nowhere to be seen. White cloth strips hung like spider webs randomly, with black and red blood splattered on them.

Osamu Dazai snorted, pulled the cloth strips that fell from his head, and threw his dirty long coat on the ground: "It seems that this is not the exit~"

"..."

The people behind were silent all the time, and when he turned around, he saw Shizuko Yamashita holding broken glass and tears streaming down his face.

"what happened to you?"

Shizuko Yamashita looked at the suspicious eyes that seemed to know nothing and the calm smile that never changed from the beginning to the end, and mixed emotions flooded into her mind, causing her to ask him viciously: "You don't know why?"

"Why?" He still asked gently, with a smile at the end of his words.

It was this unscrupulous smile that completely broke her last calmness.

"You lied to me! You didn't mean to take me out at all, you brought me here on purpose, you are a monster, right?!"

From the very beginning, this man had no doubts about the status quo, and had paid special attention to her from the very beginning, leading her out easily, his hands were as cold as corpses.

On top of that, she had heard the person who gave the order say, send some bandages, "it" wasn't enough.

After hearing her words, Osamu Dazai restrained his smile: "Well... I hope you can calm down a little."

Although your guess is completely correct.

She couldn't calm down at all, crying, "What the hell are you trying to do to me?!"

"For now, I haven't done anything." He sighed, knowing that no matter what the other party heard now, it would be distorted into what she thought.

Next... is to do it before he hurts her?

Casually anticipating the opponent's movements, Osamu Dazai saw a group of black monsters running out from the suddenly opened passages on both sides.

Like ink sticks randomly thrown out by a pen, these things that rely on bandages to barely maintain a 3D figure are so ugly that passing wild dogs dare not take a second look.

Although ugly, they moved very fast, so fast that there was no room for thinking, so he pulled Shizuko Yamashita over without much hesitation, and held them in his arms.

The creature made of magic power turned into sewage and dripped on the ground the moment it touched him, but the physical damage from people could not be avoided.

The long and sharp glass pierced from the side of the waist, pierced deeply, and soon bright red blood gushed out along the glass and flowed to Shizuko Yamashita's hand.

Obviously it was her who moved her hand, but she seemed to have received a great stimulus, she pulled back the glass and let go, and the glass fell to the ground with a harsh sound.

She raised her head to say sorry, but she lowered her head in fear when she met his smile.Then suddenly passed out on the ground.

Osamu Dazai picked up the coat that was thrown on the ground, frowned in disgust, and reluctantly put it on.

Thanks to the powerful magic power provided by Su Nuo's fingers, the wound he caused just now has healed, and the traces are slightly covered.

"Are you trying to let me see the evil nature of human nature through this method?" Osamu Dazai said to the mastermind behind the door.

A man wearing a monk's robe and a seam on his forehead walked in, and glanced over calmly: "I hope you recognize your identity. To be honest, when the real person told me that you had actually become a curse spirit, I Very surprised."

Osamu Dazai: "What's your relationship with the curse spirit who stitched up your face? Are you his boyfriend? And you have a suture on your forehead, do you have that kind of serious illness?"

Fake oil: "..."