After becoming a blood clan, he did everything possible to seek death

"Haven't you heard? That's the thing!"

The man with bandages on half of his face leaned on the seat and lowered his voice in his friend's ear.

"Yokohama—appeared—zombies!"

He was obviously talking about a scary topic, but the man in the bandage had an extremely excited expression on his face.

He drank the liquid in the cup in one gulp, and then clutched his chest in a state of intoxication.

"I don't know if zombies can bite me to death?"

"Farewell, Dazai," the man next to the man in the bandage slipped his hand, dumbfounded by the horrifying speech, he scratched the back of his head, and it took him a long time to find a reason to refute his friend's whimsical idea, "In the TV series, it seems Did you say that being bitten by a zombie will only turn you into a zombie?"

"Eh? Is that so?"

"It should be like this, right?"

"But if I become a zombie, wouldn't I be able to find a bunch of people to kill me? Will I be shot or pierced through the heart with a silver knife? But maybe the back of my neck will be cut off?"

"..."

The man called Dazai looked expectant, while his friend shook his head helplessly.

The bartender refilled their glasses, and then took the initiative to talk: "So, Mr. Odasaku, you are too used to Dazai, and if you follow his topic, it will become like this."

Odasaku looked at Dazai, then at the shopkeeper, hesitating: "Well... my surname is Oda, not Odasaku."

The party of the two eventually ushered in a third person.

A man with a tired expression and glasses walked into the store and put his handbag on the bar, looking like a contemporary social animal, completely different from his two friends who came to drink in their spare time.

"So, what on earth has Ango been up to lately? Every time I come here near the end of the party."

Dazai lay prone on the table, squinting at his friend through the wine glass.

On the contrary, Ango gave Dazai a strange look: "You don't know?"

Dazai pointed to his nose: "Is there anything I should know?"

"It seems that the leader has not planned to let you take action yet," Ango sighed, "I thought that if it was Dazai, this matter would probably be resolved soon."

Odasaku was a little curious: "What's the matter?"

"It's strange, didn't this rumor spread?" An Wu rubbed his chin and thought for a while, "That's the one, about the zombies—"

"Jingle Bell".

The wind chime at the door of the bar rang.

The three raised their heads together.

Lupine doesn't often have strange guests, and it's not often that people come late at night.

Instead, the bartender took out a bottle of good wine that Dazai Xiao had been thinking about for a long time from the cabinet, as well as a rounded, crystal clear ice ball.

The visitor sat in a corner a little far away from the three of Dazai, and seemed to have no desire to talk to them.

His cashmere coat was stained with water, probably from the light rain that had just fallen in Yokohama.

He took off his hat, and his loose blond hair hung over his shoulders. I don't know if it was because of Lupin's lighting or something else. This gentleman's skin looked slightly pale, and obvious blue veins could be seen on his slender wrists.

The new guest casts a surreptitious glance at the source of the noise.

The bartender put the goblet in front of him: "Don't pay attention to them, Mr. Oz."

The man named Ozzy nodded slowly, his eyes lit up as he looked at the goblet.

The pleased bartender, who was about to show off, put the prepared work in front of Ozzy.

"This cup is called Angel's Tears."

Ozzy's eyes widened slightly, and he stared at the blue wine beads in the transparent liquid with some fascination.

"It's literally like angel tears."

"Wow, that guy made it sound like he'd seen an angel cry."

"Shhh! Dazai, you are too loud!"

"...I think he's heard it."

Ozzy glanced at the three again, and looked back at two of them with apologetic smiles.

"It has a very sweet fragrance. There was no such fine wine before." Ozzy praised softly, pressing his fingertips against the wall of the glass, feeling the cold liquid.

Dazai on the other side paused for a second, and when he was about to speak, Ango who stood up blocked his sight.

"By the way! I brought a camera today!" Ango raised his voice over Dazai's impolite complaints in an extremely exaggerated gesture, then put the camera in the bartender's hand, and said sincerely: "Can you please?" Can you take a photo for us?"

Bartender: "Huh."

Ango scratched his head in embarrassment.

Fortunately, Oz next door is not a vengeful person. Seeing other people having difficulties, he naturally took the camera from Ango's hand and said, "Maybe I can help you."

"But you have to teach me how to use it first."

Dazai: "Isn't this a bumpkin..."

An Wu covered his face: "Change the subject, Dazai."

Ozzy held the photo in his hand, and was surprised to find that the three people appeared on the black plastic sheet after a few minutes.

He sighed again.

Soon, Oda Tsukuru, who was said to be going back to support his family, and Ango, who still had work to do, waved goodbye to Dazai.

Osamu Dazai, who was still crying a second ago, immediately became expressionless after his friend turned around, and then looked at the photo left by Oda Saku while pouring himself a drink while meditating.

Ozzy was amazed at this quick face change.

He has no intention of exploring other people's privacy, and he is more curious about the taste of angel's tears than this young man with a face covered in bandages.

Lured by the sweetness, he stuck out his tongue and took a sip, and everything went off the rails.

The morning sun shone on Ozzy's eyes, and in the dimness, he found the bandaged young man nestled in his arms.

The young man had a naked body, his hair was loose around his cheeks, and he was soundly asleep.

Oz: "...hiss."

I don't know which nerve of the sleeping person was touched by such a slight sound. Ozzy only felt that the person leaning on him was shocked. In the next second, the other party conjured a dagger out of nowhere, resisting it. caught his neck.

The moment Dazai woke up, he realized that the restraints on his body had completely disappeared. He opened his eyes vigilantly, not missing the flash of amazement in the eyes of the man in front of him.

Osamu Dazai increased his strength, but he was keenly aware that such a deadly threat did not touch the man at all.

This made Osamu Dazai realize that the person in front of him is not simple.

"Who are you?" he asked.

Ozzy looked at Dazai Osamu's squinted eyes, and after a short distraction, he answered, "I'm Ozzy Francis."

"Well, young man," Oz said with difficulty, "are you an adult?"

Osamu Dazai found that his silence made the man named Oz show guilt and remorse.

—It turned out to be a fool.

He stood up, picked up the scattered bandages from the ground, wrapped his body tightly skillfully, and then covered his eyes with the shortest piece.

The bandage was wrapped around the back of his head, and Dazai tied a knot for himself, but when he wanted to turn his head, he felt a cool touch on his neck.

The burst of crisis made his pupils constrict, and the subconsciously raised fist was wrapped into the wide palm.

Ozzy had a serious face, and the tip of his nose was a familiar smell, and the same smell came from the boy.

He touched the empty bottle on his body, and a sense of guilt spread all over him.

Did you do this out of control?

Drinking the blood of the ancestor of the blood clan that he carried for healing, the boy was assimilated through his own fault.

Oz, who was caught in self-blame, didn't notice it, but Dazai, who found that he couldn't break free from the other party's restraint, showed a surprised expression at this moment.

Dazai was very close to Ozzy, and he could feel that the other party was not malicious for some reason, but for some reason, he always felt a strange smell permeating the tip of his nose.

He couldn't tell what the scent was, but the smell tickled his throat and chest.

"Hey, do you smell the fragrance?" When Osamu Dazai spoke again, he felt his voice hoarse at some point.

It's a pity that Ozzy hadn't figured out how to explain it, and the screams from outside the window interrupted their thoughts.

The two quickly went to the window to look out. People on the street fled in a panic. Several staggering guys surrounded a fallen person, and then rushed up and bit the guy's limbs.

Oz was a little surprised: "Can it appear in the sun?"

Dazai heard some clues: "You know that? They are the zombies in the recent rumors?"

Ozzy glanced at him, quickly got dressed, and opened the window.

They were in a hotel that was about 10 stories high, and Oz was so tall that he was squatting on the window sill.

"They're ghosts," Oz said lightly, looking down at the downstairs. "I'll go and deal with them. You can't leave this room until I come back."

"There is one thing I must tell you."

Oz avoided Dazai Osamu's probing sight, and jumped down under his gaze.

Osamu Dazai had never been a guy who obeyed other people's arrangements honestly. He called Ango without any hesitation and told him that he had encountered a few zombies and whether he needed to take one back for him to study.

Unfortunately, when Dazai came out of the elevator, he saw the door of the hotel.

The pale-faced Ozzy was bending over, and his wrist was pulled out of the zombie's body. He avoided the splashing blood, then took two steps back, took out a handkerchief from his pocket, wiped his hands, and watched the ashes zombies.

Osamu Dazai: "Ah, I can't take it back."

Hearing the sound, Ozzy turned his head. The slightly glaring sunlight made him squint his eyes, and there was a corpse that had been gnawed out of shape at his feet.

Blood spread around his feet, Ozzy looked away and walked in the direction of Osamu Dazai.

And what about Dazai?

When Osamu Dazai smelled the blood, he felt that something was wrong with him. He hated the feeling of being out of control, but after staring at the pool of blood involuntarily, he felt a strange sense of hunger.

Just as he was about to approach the corpse in a trance, a cool hand grabbed his wrist.

A shadow fell in front of Dazai Osamu, and he who had just grown taller was pressed on Ozzy's shoulder.

The neck with a scar cut open by the fingertips attracted all of Osamu Dazai's attention in an instant, and his senses were completely soaked by the comfort that invaded at that moment, and then that comfort turned into longing.

"open mouth."

There was a vague voice in his ear, and Osamu Dazai subconsciously followed suit, and brought his lips to the bloodstain without knowing what to do.

It was an addictive taste, and almost after touching the desired position, reason quickly disappeared in Dazai's mind.

There was too little bleeding from the small wound, Dazai grabbed Ozzy's neck and sucked it hard, so much that Ozzy took half a step back to stabilize his figure.

Such a feeling is addictive, Dazai Osamu closed his eyes until he vaguely felt someone pinching the back of his neck, and gently comforted him.

"Lighten up."

"You did very well."