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

I don’t know if it’s because of crying the night before—although Osamu Dazai has been accusing him, it must be that Oz secretly cast strange magic on him, so he will cry——Dazai’s nose has been crying since he woke up early in the morning. His eyes were red, and he spoke hoarsely.

He didn't want to take off the bandage, so Ozzy had no choice but to find ice cubes to cover his eyes.

Although he solved the Eros incident for the master and apprentice of Linghuan Xinlong, Kageyama Shigeo also asked the familiar spirit to help him find out if there is a way to turn the vampire back into a human being, but it is a pity that he stayed in this small city for a few days. They still have nothing to gain.

走的那天,影山茂夫跟灵幻新隆都来送别奥兹跟太宰。

I don't know what Dazai said secretly to Kageyama Shigeo who was still a junior high school student. When the two of them came back, Kageyama Shigeo's footsteps were all vain.

Ozzy can only be a master cub guard for a while, standing in front of the ashen-faced Phantom Xinlong, smiling awkwardly and praising the relationship between the two children is really good.

The two people who re-boarded the green leather train sat facing each other. This time Ozzy did not buy a messy train bento, but slowly took out a golden orange from a plastic bag, and peeled it off one by one. torn above white veins.

While peeling the orange, Ozzy looked at Dazai and asked, "What did you say to that kid?"

Dazai seemed to be looking forward to eating the oranges, he swayed and kicked his feet under the table. Hearing Ozzy ask him, he showed a bright smile.

"I gave him Mr. Mori's business card."

"Huh? What did you put—wait a minute, I'll get out of the car first, you can't just give that kind of thing to a child."

"Hahaha I lied to you."

Dazai leaned back in his chair and turned on his back.

The slow train is not like the Shinkansen, every window of it can be opened to enjoy the fresh smell from the fields.

Dazai leaned against the window, with half of his palm stretched out of the window, as if feeling the coolness of the wind.

"I'm lying to you, how could I go out with that kind of thing," he squinted his eyes, looking a little enjoying, "I'm too lazy to take my children out on missions."

"Besides, that guy's master liar can't do anything else. He's quite accurate in judging people. How could he let a normal person with a good root be a gangster?"

相比太宰的悠哉，奥兹显得紧张多了。

他再三确认刚刚的确是玩笑话后，把一片剥好的橘子塞进了太宰的嘴巴里。

"What about you? Why did you join the Port Mafia?" Oz asked.

Dazai thought for a while, and recalled: "It seems that I was researching which place is good for diving, and then I was picked up by Mr. Mori, and I have been forced to work for him. Wow...I didn't expect Mr. Mori to be a good child laborer."

In Yokohama, far away, Mori Ogai, who was running after Alice, sneezed and tripped over the stacks of cardboard boxes under his feet.

"Could it be Dazai secretly scolding me... Wait! What is this!"

Mori Ogai raised his hand and lifted a small skirt from the pile of boxes, his eyes surprised.

"The dress I haven't had time to wear to Alice since I bought it last time - Dazai-kun! Thank you so much!"

Oz knew that Dazai was joking, how could a man stay in the mafia for so many years just because he was picked up?But he just nodded according to Dazai's words, watching the other party complain about Mori Ogai's various strange behaviors.

A sweet and sour orange scent filled the empty workshop.

The scenery outside was just right, and no one continued to speak for a while, Dazai propped his face, watching Oz busy on the opposite side with his head bowed.

The golden orange peel was completely peeled off, and it bloomed on the table like many small flowers.

Ozzy's patience is always enough, his time is so long that he can quietly pick off every long white strip on the orange, squeeze it into small balls, and then throw it into the orange peel In the blooming flowers.

Dazai also sat down and waited for Ozzy to bring the orange to his mouth. Strange to say, he usually hates eating this kind of food that needs to be peeled, not to mention the trouble, and it will make his hands dirty.

But now, he was a little unfulfilled—just now Ozzy fed him a slice of orange, which was very sweet and had a lot of juice, which could quench his thirst.

Dazai waited for Ozzy to clean up the whole orange, then he stretched out his hand naturally, took the orange, and said, "Do you know the story about buying oranges?"

Oz didn't understand, just shook his head.

Dazai split the orange into two, put half into Ozzy's hand, and slowly ate the half with his fingertips.

"Stand here and don't move around. I'll go and buy you a few catties of oranges."

Dazai's expression looked a bit strange, with a half-smile, he stuffed all the oranges into his mouth, and shook his shoulders alone in the corner with puffed cheeks.

"You still want to buy oranges? Is there not enough here?"

"Ugh, don't buy it, don't buy it."

Dazai trembled even more.

Ozzy had no choice but to understand why Dazai was taking pleasure by himself, so he could only stand up, straighten Dazai to sit upright, and then peeled the remaining half of the orange that he hadn't eaten just now into pieces, and put it into Dazai's mouth.

Probably because it was shaking too much, Dazai, who opened his mouth to receive the food, didn't pay attention, and bit a whole orange in half, holding one half between his lips, and the other half was still in Ozzy's hand.

The sweet and sour smell became more intense, and the wet feeling came from his thumb. Ozzy looked down, and as expected, the orange juice was flowing down his fingers, which would almost reach his wrist.

Ozzy didn't think much about it, he raised his hand and moved closer, licking all the orange juice in his palm.

I don't know if it's because he ate a dessert with Dazai before getting in the car, and now the smell of oranges makes his gums and throat itch.

"Dazai, don't you think this orange is a little-" sour?

Before Ozzy finished speaking, he could only stand there in a daze, not knowing what to do for a long time.

What made him feel overwhelmed was the warm touch from his fingertips.

The green leather train just entered the tunnel. In the darkness, for a moment Ozzy couldn't tell whether Dazai had his eyes open or closed. There was a gust of wind coming from the open window, and he could vaguely see the ends of his hair follow. Stop swinging.

This innocent-looking young man held Ozzy's wrist with one hand in a very natural gesture, pulled him closer to him, then opened his mouth, and took the orange in Ozzy's hand into his mouth.

When the dark environment faded away in an instant, Ozzy narrowed his eyes a bit dullly to block the sunlight from outside.

The scenery outside the window is still so beautiful.

Under the bright light, Ozzy finally got out of the trance state, and stared at the boy not far away.

Dazai's bright eyes were bent into a crescent, and he gently slid the hand holding Ozzy's wrist, his eyes blinked, and he tilted his head and smiled.

It's Dazai's usual trick.

太宰不说话，松开嘴，又在奥兹想要抽回手的时候，伸出舌头将他指尖残留下来的酸甜味道吃了个干净。

The orange juice made Ozzy's hands sticky, no, maybe it wasn't the juice.

After Dazai let go of his hand, sat up straight as if nothing had happened, and hummed a song, Ozzy couldn't stop rubbing his fingertips on the spot that Dazai had just cleaned up in a complicated mood.

too intimate.

就连奥兹这个不常与人类相处的血族都感到了丝丝怪异。

Do all humans eat like this?

Not even a little bit of juice?

Ozzy hesitated, another orange was stuffed into his hand.

太宰奇怪的看着他，问：“你不剥了吗？”

奥兹还没有完全回神，隔了好一会才把手藏到太宰看不到的地方，低声抱怨：“我不剥你就不吃了吗？”

太宰看着橘子思考了一会，张着嘴便把完整的橘子往嘴里送，就好像没有看到橘子皮还在上面一样。

Before Oz had time to stop the golden orange peel, a series of tooth marks were imprinted innocently.

"Well, it's bitter."

As if he had discovered a new land, Dazai put the oranges far away from him, even the broken hair on his forehead could not stop his frowning.

他谴责的看着橘子，说：“明明之前看别人吃橘子的时候都是一整个吞下去的。”

Ozzy laughed, took the bitten orange, and patiently peeled the skin of the delicate guy next to him again.

"A whole orange that you swallow? Is it that small, about the size of a bottle cap?"

"That's right, it's obvious that people enjoy it when they eat it. It turns out that there are still people in the world who like such bitter things."

"It should be sweet too," Ozzy thought for a while, "It seems that I have seen a small orange, because the skin is very thin, so you can eat it without peeling it, and I will buy it for you next time?"

Dazai leaned over sticky, and yawned: "Okay, don't forget."

Ozzy quietly went to see Dazai, there was still a trace of water stains from the corner of his eyes after Hatch, and he didn't look too tired.

Maybe it's because I've been sitting in the car all the time, and I'm a little bored.Oz thought to himself, so he sat up slightly so that Dazai could lean more comfortably.

He put the unfinished oranges aside, hesitated for a while, then sneakily broke a piece into his mouth.

The taste is still sour, far from enough to make Oz praise the word delicious.

Ozzy remembers that Dazai obviously likes sweet things, so does he even like sour ones?

Ozzy ate another slice of orange, and his sore fingers couldn't help but curl up.

He didn't know that it was not the season to eat oranges.

Dazai didn't like eating sour food as much as he imagined.

Dazai leaned against Ozzy's chest and remained motionless. After Ozzy finished eating all the oranges, he shrugged his shoulders and asked in a low voice, "Is the weather getting colder?"

Oz was confused. The human body may be more sensitive than the vampires. He didn't feel the chill, but was refreshed by the wind outside the window.

"Then I close the window?" He lowered his voice and asked in a low voice.

Dazai shook his head and burrowed into Oz's arms: "Don't close it, it will be stuffy if it is closed, and the smell in the car is not good."

She is coquettish and coquettish, if it were anyone else, she would point at Dazai's nose and call him a jerk.

But Oz is different, he always likes to take care of Dazai.

So he just squeezed Dazai tighter, allowing the body temperature of the two to blend together.

"How about this? Will it be better?"

"Well, it's better."

"Idiot, it won't be good." Ozzy waited and waited, then lowered his voice and said with a smile, "it will be colder if I hold you in my arms."