long-lived centenarian leader

Osamu Dazai looked nervously at the girl who dropped the plate.

This is a petite and lovely European-style girl. She is wearing a dress that is so complicated that it is not convenient for her to move around. Her long golden hair is like a thread drawn from gold, shining dazzlingly, and her purple eyes are like the purest gems.

The skin is like white porcelain, the lips are vermilion, the eyelashes are long and curly, and everything is delicate.

Even the way he squatted down to pick up the dishes had a delicate and pitiful look.

Very suitable for collection and captivity.

The girl wiped the plate carefully with a handkerchief, put it in her arms carefully, and then raised her head to look at them.

When she saw Osamu Dazai, she exclaimed softly, "Ah, are you Mr. Dazai?"

Dazai nodded.

"Hi, I'm Angel." The girl held up her skirt and bowed gracefully, "I wish you wealth."

This is the second blessing that Osamu Dazai has received.

Fortunately, it is not as vicious as the first one, which can barely be counted as a blessing.

Although he is already quite rich at the moment, this is a bit tasteless to him.

Just when he was slightly relieved, the girl said again: "Would you like to collect me?"

Her expression is very sweet, but also very innocent, and her voice is mellow, like the best canary that has been carefully cultivated.

People with high positions would like such a small pet very much, and it was difficult for anyone to refuse such a request.

Osamu Dazai took a step back, behind Fyodor, and said seriously: "I have a lover, and I am not interested in other people."

"That's a pity, I must curse you."

When he heard this sentence, he felt bad, and before he could see the other person's expression clearly, he lost consciousness.

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【Build the most gorgeous cage with gold and precious stones, wrap the fence with thorns, and decorate it with the most red flowers. I will treasure you in such a place. 】

Osamu Dazai woke up in a huge cage, even though it was luxuriously furnished, with comfortable carpets, piles of fancy clothes, precious stones, and delicious desserts, it still couldn't change the fact that it was a cage.

He had heard of some perverted fetishes.

But I didn't expect it to fall on me.

First of all, Mr. Wang felt that it was not OK.

He Dazai tried to look at the surrounding environment to deduce where he was.

I wasn't really worried about my safety.

At some point, Gojo Satoru would find him if he couldn't see him.

It's just that the other party is likely to stand outside the cage and laugh at him loudly because of his embarrassing posture.

Why did Wujo Satoru open his mouth?

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Osamu Dazai first avoided the thorns wrapped around the cage, and touched the golden fence of the cage.

The outer layer is pure gold, and the inner layer is a hard alloy. It is impossible (at least for him) to perform miracles with great force. The distance is also very close. Unless you are thinner than a paper man, you can't get out.

Negative Ratings.

The door of the cage was tied with chains and locked five meters away from the door. Although he was known as the king of Yokohama locks, he couldn't open the lock unless he had a pair of five-meter-long hands.

Bad review!

The only light source in the three-meter-high cage is above the head. It is a white bead, which is not very bright. Apart from blinding the eyes of the golden cage, it cannot illuminate the darkness outside the cage, and can only be seen vaguely. These outlines—like basement layouts—are empty, shady, gathering dust and moisture.

Osamu Dazai found the largest object in the cage - a large bed with a diameter of three meters, sat on it, and almost lay down directly.

It's so soft and sunken toward the center that it's hard to tell if there's any sinister "wrapping people out of bed" vibe.

He tentatively called out: "Tuo Sijun."

I got a quick response. The voice came from the left, and there seemed to be another light source over there. When it came over, it outlined the outline of the stairs, but I couldn't see the situation on the left.

"Mr. Dazai."

According to his instructions, he was not directly called the leader outside.

It shows that the situation over there is very stable, or that Dostoevsky's mentality is very stable.

that's too regretful.

Osamu Dazai: "Have you found anything over there?"

Fyodor sat on the bed, looked up at the pearl in the dome and the golden pillars spread out to form a cage, and said in a steady tone, "I am in a golden cage from which I cannot get out."

"Coincidentally, me too. It seems that the lady treated us very well and arranged a luxurious single room for us." Osamu Dazai had a strange feeling of being in prison.

This reminded him of them in the main world who had been inmates in Meursault for a long time.

This is the neighbor room.

But he had no interest in going to jail.

"...It's really very comfortable." After a short silence, Fyodor's words were still very flat.

Osamu Dazai: "Do you have any impression of what happened before you were arrested?"

He fell into a coma in an instant, and when he woke up, he found that there were unhealed needle holes in his neck. At this moment, his body was still weak and weak, but it was not too serious, indicating that it was a new type of drug that he was not resistant to.

The probability of coincidence is not very high.

Fyodor's tone didn't change: "I didn't see whoever did it clearly, and I woke up here."

Probably because he was persecuted by this fake boss a lot, and he didn't want to show his weakness in front of someone.

Not even willing to share news in this situation of being caught together.

Osamu Dazai also realized this, sighed, and chose to continue the persecution.

"Gold is very soft, would Tuo Sijun consider opening the door to rescue me?"

"I can't do it, Dazai-san."

"I heard that Russians can fight bears with bare hands in winter. Why can't you even do this?"

"I'm relatively weak and suffer from anemia. Russians don't treat bear fights as daily thanks in winter."

"In the end it's not okay."

"..."

There was silence over there, obviously not wanting to talk to him anymore.

After a while, there was the sound of iron chains rubbing overhead, and the people separated on both sides looked up tacitly.

With a bang, the door was slammed against the wall.

The light from the outside came in, and they only had time to see a thick arm (more than twice the size of a normal man), and the other party quickly retracted it.

Immediately, a beautiful girl appeared in their line of sight. Angel had changed into a new dress at this moment—it looked like an evening dress, and the black skirt was embroidered with complicated patterns with gold and silver threads. The whole person is shining.

The girl reached out and pressed the switch next to the door, and lights lit up on both sides of the spiral staircase. Those were also white beads, not enough to illuminate the entire room, but it also made people discover more.

Osamu Dazai saw the top of the cage on the other side.

Like his, it looks like a bowl of water is flattened.

The girl lifted the skirt, even though it was heavy, she walked down the stairs as briskly as a bird, and the sound of stepping was as sweet as a piece of music.

It makes people feel that she is the one who should be hidden in the cage.

Angel stood at the fork in the stairs, hesitating for a while, thinking whether to go to the left or the right.

Of course, they were all beautiful, delicate and a little sickly, totally her aesthetic.

The gentleman in the bandage was dignified and indifferent, with a feeling that strangers should not enter, but it was hard for anyone not to have the idea of ​​approaching.

The gentleman in the hat has nice eyes and a gentler temperament, but it always makes people worry that they will be cheated.

After struggling for a while, she chose to go right first and then left.

Going down happily from the stairs on the right, Angel looked at the people inside through the cage.

He was sitting on the big bed she liked, but now she didn't like him as much as she did when they first met.

The momentum was too scary, causing her to take a step back in fear.

Maybe it's because she was dressed too dark and cold, she likes brighter colors.

"Sir, please change into the clothes I prepared for you, I will come to you later."

Angel dropped this sentence, then hurriedly climbed up the stairs and went to the other side.

Her attitude towards the other gentleman was much more earnest: "Sir, do you want to go dancing with me?"

Fyodor agreed, because he had a lot of room to maneuver after going out.

Then he was held by someone's hand the moment he opened the door, and then his body was no longer under his control.

Powers don't work on her either.

Either she is a special ability user who can avoid his ability, or - she is not a human being in the conventional sense.

Both men lean towards the latter.

Osamu Dazai was relieved to see him being taken away obediently, and felt that the situation was better for him than expected.

Because this lady can't touch him, she can only play with a man like a devil.

He thought quite complacently, and had no intention of changing clothes at all.

However, soon a fierce man with a height of more than two meters and a mask on his face came down from above. Unlike that lovely lady, every time he took a step, the whole room would tremble violently.

Osamu Dazai felt that he could go back on the spot after being punched by this person.

The man said in a hoarse voice, "Sir, do you need someone to help you change your clothes?"

Osamu Dazai: "No need, but please avoid it, thank you."

This world where he can't beat anyone, it really is better to destroy it.

The man nodded: "I'll see you later."

Then he went up again with heavy steps.

Mr. Leader, who can call [-] strong men to kill the enemy with a single sentence, is now isolated and helpless, so he can only pick up the clothes on one side and change them in aggrieved manner.

It's a white dress, but it's not very formal, with a lot of gold jewelry, chains and tassels, and the only dark colors are the belt and leg loops.

Osamu Dazai, who took some time to put on all these things, looked up and saw Gojo Satoru with shining eyes.

He narrowed his eyes: "...Did you come early?"

"No, I just came here. I saw you putting on clothes, so I didn't bother you." Gojo Satoru denied it categorically, and his eyes never left him for a moment.

Obviously very fond of his outfit.

Vulgar aesthetics.

"You can definitely remind me so that I can change back into my own clothes." Osamu Dazai said angrily, "Lust is lust, so why pretend?"

Gojo Satoru felt that there was nothing wrong with the beauty of a good boyfriend, so after the other party reminded him, he threw him directly on the bed.

Dazai Osamu's clothes are exquisite and complicated, and he is very tightly dressed. The golden chain on his shoulder accidentally hit his face because of his movements, adding a little red to the shadow under the accessories, and the bright color makes his skin tone more beautiful Bai, it also seems that he is more like a work of art.

The young man who was hit quickly reached out to flick the chain away, and it fell, crossed his neck, and slid into the collarbone on the other side.

Gojo Satoru hung his head close to his chest, and it took him a while to pick up the chain from the depression in his collarbone.

He raised his head and aimed at Dazai, but Dazai felt that the silver light on the chain was too bright, making him want to look away.

"Someone will be here soon," he declined.

In fact, Wujo Wu, who had already dealt with the person, said, "There is no one now. Before he comes in, I will remind you."

Osamu Dazai: "...Can't we change the place?"

"But the bed at home isn't as soft as this." Someone was sticking to his forehead sticky and coquettishly, but his hands had already begun to explore the gaps in the clothes dishonestly.

Fancy outfits have been proven to be a great way to elevate the mood of the recipient, even if they already know what's inside.

Despite Dazai's refusal, Gojo Satoru kept some of his favorite chains and leg rings.

Although the metal against the skin is cold, the temperature of the body gradually increases, warming them too.

Compared with Gojo Satoru's joy and excitement, Osamu Dazai was too nervous because he was "worried that someone would come in at any time and find them fooling around".

Awful.

A certain gentleman thought.