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

Ozzy's anxious look is really obvious.

Dazai propped his face, looking at the back of Ozzy who was messing around in the kitchen, only in places where Ozzy couldn't see, he would have such a carefree expressionless face, instead of the smile that he has always deliberately maintained in front of Ozzy .

His fingertips rubbed against the table unconsciously, and the aroma of food from the house couldn't let him get the relaxation he used to.Obviously this is a vacation after working hard, but Dazai's sixth sense has been clamoring for something, suggesting that he has missed something important.

Because Oz really doesn't know how to hide, this vampire who has lived for so long is so stupid that he can't even learn to lie.

While talking about nothing, he turned his eyes away and didn’t dare to look at himself. He was absent-minded in handling food, and almost hurt his fingers. When he wanted to get more information, he would even try to avoid a lot of information by kissing. robbery.

It doesn't seem to be considered simple, it can only be said that it is too young.

Dazai's thumb wiped his lips, and there was still a faint pain there, which was accidentally bitten by Ozzy when he recklessly used a kiss to avoid questioning for the first time.

But despite stumbling, Ozzy has already mastered this skill proficiently.

But what should be done to make Oz happy?

"O--z--"

Dazai dragged his voice, put his face on the table, and when Ozzy came over to rub his hair, he closed his eyes meekly and rubbed the palm of his forehead.

He wanted to say that the Qixi Festival will be in a few days, why don't we go out and play together, go to the amusement park, then go to the restaurant for couples, go to the square to find someone to paint a portrait of two people, there are many things that can be done.

But recently Yokohama has been in a delicate atmosphere, like a seemingly calm sea, but in fact, a volcano has begun to erupt in the depths.

Regarding the spread of zombies, the official claims are drugs and new types of influenza. The infected people have been sent to various medical places for isolation, but even he did not know from Mori Ogai that those who were infected Where are the people hiding.

The economy of the entire country has also been affected to a certain extent, but Yokohama is a big city, and the busy pedestrians still don't see a particularly big change.

"What's the matter?" Seeing that Dazai just closed his eyes and said nothing, Oz pinched the thin layer of flesh on his face.

Dazai seems to have always been this thin, whether it is now or in the future.

With his eyes closed, Dazai groped his arms around Ozzy's waist. His side face was pressed against Ozzy's belly, and he muttered for a while.

Oz didn't hear what Dazai was saying, and asked, "Huh? Is there something wrong?"

Dazai shook his head: "I said I fell asleep."

Ozzy flicked the top of his head helplessly: "Then go to sleep on the sofa, I still have to cook."

"O—Z——" Dazai drew out his voice again, "I feel so comfortable holding you."

"It's nice to be touched on the head."

"Squeezing your face and holding hands is also very comfortable."

"What should I do, I want to rely on you all the time, why don't you use your magic to turn me into a small pendant, so that we can be together every day."

Dazai waited for a while, and when he looked up, he saw Oz was laughing.

He didn't notice that he laughed too, and pretending to be angry, he poked Ozzy's waist with his finger: "What are you laughing at? Are you laughing at my childishness?"

"No." Oz narrowed his eyes with a smile, his hand was caught by Dazai, and Dazai was kissing the ring around his knuckles, so he bent down, and when both of them closed their eyes, At that moment, his own mark was imprinted on Dazai's lips.

"I won't laugh at you," Oz explained in a low voice, although he knew that Dazai didn't really need this explanation, "I just felt a little happy, so I couldn't help laughing."

The blood race is really a magical species.

If you like it, you will spare no effort to show it. Whether it is eye movements or language, it can make people deeply shrouded in love.

He liked the way Ozzy looked at him with a smile on his face, as if he had found a rose blooming in no man's land, and he couldn't help but rejoice along with it.

Dazai thought that maybe Ozzy didn't know about the joyful festival that was coming up in a few days, and he could have prepared better, and these preparations could be hidden as a surprise.

Night is a time that can accommodate the hiding of sins.

Under every sky lit up by neon lights, there will always be a place where the light cannot be popularized, even Yokohama is no exception.

Yokohama's slums are quieter than ever.

Homeless people hid in corners, staring at the dark street.

This time is suitable for deep sleep, but it is the time when they have to stay awake.

why?

If it was before, homeless people would answer like this: If you let yourself fall asleep, you might wake up the next day with your shoes ripped off, not to mention quilts, clothes, or conspicuous wealth.

But now, they just shook their heads, silently retracted into the corner, lay down in the sunlit place to recharge their batteries, and waited for the night to come.

Something has long haunted the slums, formerly invisible ghosts, stealthily preying on one lonely person after another.Then came those monsters with bloodshot eyes, which were interpreted by the outside world as the sequelae of drug addiction. They appeared from nowhere, biting people crazily, and every human being that appeared in front of them became their food.

Then the food becomes like, and like creates more food.

Vicious circle.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke was running with his few companions.They stepped on the muddy road with bare feet, and the stones hidden in the muddy water cut their feet full of blood, but they dared not spare a single extra nerve to the pain that seemed insignificant at the moment.

Chasing after them were a few fast-moving zombies with outstretched eyes and twisted hands and feet.

The zombies searched for the blood left on the ground, and had been chasing the group of children who had no self-protection ability for more than ten minutes.

In the past ten minutes, the group of children has been reduced from the original seven or eight to only three.

When the ear of the last companion beside him was bitten off by the flying zombies, Akutagawa pulled his sister into his arms and rolled along the downhill road.He didn't dare to let go of the cries for help behind him, because as long as he let go, the next one to die would be his thin sister.

There was a burning pain in his chest, and the rising suffocation made Akutagawa cough and try to stand up from the ground.But at some point, his calf was cut by the sharp iron net.

He collapsed on the ground, clutching his chest and panting violently, but no matter how he breathed, oxygen seemed unable to pass through his throat to his lungs.

His sister's desperate cry seemed to be separated by a wall. He couldn't hear what she was saying clearly, and his gradually blurred consciousness could only make him raise his hand, trying to wipe away the tears from the corners of his sister's eyes.

--finished?

Such a thought flashed across Akutagawa's heart in a trance.

He had thought countless times what the meaning of his existence was, and why he had to be born in this hell and suffer all this pain?

Do people live to suffer?

He didn't understand these answers, so he could only watch over his dependent sister at night and cover her cold hands in winter.

And what came before touching my sister was a heart-piercing cough.

Akutagawa and his sister were already surrounded by zombies. The girl grabbed the stone in trembling hands and threw it in the direction of the zombies.

But these attacks were in vain.

Blood and saliva flowed from the corners of the zombies' mouths. They realized that their prey had given up on running away, so they slowed down and approached the Last Supper step by step.

The stench from the zombies made it harder for Akutagawa, who was already semi-comatose, to breathe. He tried hard to get up from the ground, and the abilities in his body were ready to move, but they couldn't be activated normally because of his weakness.

Akutagawa turned his face sideways, he wanted to grab the girl next to him who was going to rush out to fight the zombies to the death.

and after.

The zombie grabbed his sister's wrist.

Akutagawa was about to burst, and tried his last strength to activate the ability.

When the zombie's teeth were about to touch the poor girl, there was a loud noise.

--"boom".

The gunshots echoed over the slums for a long time, causing the homeless people who had been huddled in the corner to watch the massacre to look away.

These two lucky kids got their lives back and it looks like everyone will be safe tonight.

"Dazai," Ozzy frowned. The moment he waved his hand, thick vines emerged from the ground and tied up all the zombies. "Can't you be quieter? It will disturb the residents here."

Ozzy didn't know that this was a slum, and he didn't know that the sound of gunshots meant safety for the residents of the slum these days-at least someone stepped forward to deal with the monsters.

Nor was Dazai going to explain this to Oz.

They simply went out for a walk, and then went to Odasaku's to have a meal of curry.

Dazai shrugged, put his hand/gun into his pocket, like magic, a dagger slipped out of his cuff, came to the zombies, separated their heads one by one, let them die completely.

It wasn't until he saw the last zombie, which was the closest to the two children, that Dazai was slightly shocked.

The thing emerging from the unconscious child was like a blade, piercing through the body fiercely.

He stretched out his hand, and the black object quickly dissipated into the air.

"It seems to be a person with supernatural powers."

Dazai squatted next to Akutagawa whose eyes had been narrowed to a slit: "Hey, are you still alive?"

Akutagawa was too tired to speak, he turned his head to look in the direction of his sister: "...don't..."

Dazai picked out his ears: "Hey, hey? The signal is not very good, what are you talking about? Louder!"

Akutagawa: "Don't, don't touch her—"

Dazai's pupils shrank, and the boy's supernatural power had passed by him, rushing towards Oz behind him with fierce murderous aura.

He stretched out his palm, and while activating the ability, he grabbed Akutagawa's head and smashed it to the ground.

A hole was smashed into the concrete floor.

Dazai turned his head, the madness in his eyes had not dissipated.

"Ozzy, you didn't..."

Oz was hugging the trembling and crying girl and comforting him in a low voice. He looked up, looking extremely worried, and didn't care about the dangerous attack just now.

Dazai: "..."

Dazai pressed Akutagawa's head, making the hole in the ground a little bigger.

Sure enough, I still hate the kid the most.

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