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

The pain was weird.

Osamu Dazai put his hands on Ozzy's sides, and soon he lost his strength due to the pain and could barely stabilize his body with his arms, with his head resting on his chest, and he was covered in cold sweat.

Oz was a little flustered, and he didn't care about the pretentious emotions before. His hands covered the back of Dazai's neck, and the temperature under his hands became hot at some point.

The slight trembling and those uncontrollable gasps made Ozzy subconsciously pull Dazai to his body: "What's wrong? What's wrong? Is it injured?"

Obviously trembling with pain, Oz saw the smile still on Osamu Dazai's face.

If they weren't so close, maybe he wouldn't be able to perceive Dazai's feelings and real situation at the moment.His smile is so deceiving, he always puts himself well in disguise.

Ozzy felt sad, and the feeling of drowning came to his face, as if someone had squeezed his heart tightly.

"Don't show such an expression." Dazai Osamu took a few deep breaths, and when he raised his head, he had already tidied himself up. Except that his face was paler than before, it seemed that what happened just now was just a nightmare that easily dissipated.

He grabbed Ozzy's hand and pressed the palm to his side face: "I am the one who hurts, why do you look so uncomfortable."

The coolness of Ozzy's palm made him let out a long sigh of comfort.The feeling of scalp being torn became much milder under the comfort of this coolness, at least Osamu Dazai felt that it was within the range he could accept.

He didn't quite know what kind of changes had taken place in his body, but he could tell from Oz's eyes that this change must have nothing to do with him.

In other words, besides Ozzy, there was another person who touched him without his knowledge.

It's a good guess.

Who else but the ghost king standing in the dark.

A cold light flashed in Dazai's eyes.

Since they all want this vampire to die, I will not let them do so.

Gotta find a way to get rid of him.

The burning sensation intensified as he breathed, but Osamu Dazai remained calmer. His fingertips rubbed marks on the floor, and he crouched on top of Oz, panting like a dehydrated fish, but he still persisted. Looking at Oz, I want to imprint every aspect of Oz in my heart.

No one knows where this obsession comes from, even Osamu Dazai doesn't know his intention for doing this, as if this is a regret he left behind in the past, and now he has to complete it even if he is desperate.

I have something to do with him, implicated, and fettered.

But I forgot.

Osamu Dazai thought to himself, a little smile appeared in his eyes unconsciously.

What kind of deep relationship would make him lose his composure to this point?

Is it you who let me die?

The bloody smell in his throat was getting stronger and stronger. Osamu Dazai felt as if two forces were fighting each other in his body. His stomach was torn apart, his flesh and blood were crushed, and the pain surged up one after another. Zhong is unwilling to let him go.

Instinctively, he didn't want Ozzy to see his distressed appearance, so he covered Ozzy's eyes with his palm, and he leaned on Ozzy's shoulder, panting silently with his mouth open.

Bear with it for a while and it should be fine.

He gritted his teeth, closed his eyes and endured the pain so much that he tried to think of something else to divert his attention.

But in Osamu Dazai's not-so-long life, there are not many things that he can recall at this moment, nothing more than the days of drinking with Oda Saku, or some inadvertently remembered sky and waves.

There is probably a man who can't remember where he met and whose face can't be seen clearly.

He tried his best to recall, after closing his eyes, a hazy figure could vaguely appear in the darkness, in the dazzling sunlight, with long hair slightly curled by the wind.

And the touch of the long hair that seems to have really slipped through his fingers.

"Who are you……"

"Dazai?"

"..."

Osamu Dazai opened his eyes, and the people under him were a little dazed and anxious, trying to get away from his hands.

He took a deep breath, leaned down and touched Ozzy's lips lightly, and buried his palm in Ozzy's long hair when the other party looked at him with those moist eyes.

"It is you."

It took Osamu Dazai less than a second to confirm this matter.

He looked up, his eyes sparkling.

The pain made his back drenched in cold sweat, and his complexion was much paler than before. The damp hair stuck to his forehead, and the sticky touch made him disgusted instinctively.

But the mood is happy.

Even if the whole person is crushed at this moment, he feels happy.

It's really strange, it's just a person who appeared in a dream, and it's nothing else important.

Oz didn't understand Dazai's words. He never knew the dream that appeared in Dazai's mind, and he couldn't understand how much surprise Dazai was found after the dream was forgotten.

The gentle voice came to Dazai Osamu's ears indistinctly through the water mist, and he was at a loss for a moment, vaguely feeling that this tone was too familiar, but he couldn't remember anything.

He looked at Oz, the flames burning inside him separating his body from his soul.

"Dazai..." Oz gently wiped off the cold sweat that fell from the forehead of Dazai, he forced a smile, and the corners of his eyes were red, "I won't let you have trouble."

"You are my hostage, and no one can make you go except me."

Oz was trembling all the time while speaking, his pupils, lips, and the hand stroking Dazai all trembled at the same time.

There was a fishy-sweet smell on his body.

"I will..." Oz paused, and the next words were like blades that cut his lips sharply, "I will grab your throat and force you to walk against the sun, I will Not letting go for a second, not giving you the chance to get out of here."

"leave me."

When Oz kissed Osamu Dazai again, he had already bit off the tip of his tongue, forcing Osamu Dazai to drink his blood.

Osamu Dazai, who has been transformed into a vampire, will only gain strength from this delicious food, and he will use the power of Oz to fight against what is tormenting him at the moment.

This is probably the only thing Oz can do to help him now.

What he learned from Ozzy's mouth indeed suppressed the power running around in Dazai Osamu's body to a large extent, and he was held in Ozzy's arms, just like holding a child.

Osamu Dazai didn't bother to struggle, and enjoyed what could be called a "warm" moment.

Although it was a warm night that he should have been more lively.

The vampire with red eyes has already tidied himself up, curled up on the other side of the sofa, and secretly glanced at Osamu Dazai, as if he didn't realize that his small movements were child's play in the eyes of Osamu Dazai.

Osamu Dazai leaned on the other side, groping for the wine glass with one hand resting on his cheek and the other: "I thought now was the post-event time for warmth."

Oz didn't quite understand the meaning of "post-event time", so he frowned and asked Dazai Osamu with his eyes.

Osamu Dazai actually understood Ozzy's emotions, covered his mouth and laughed: "Didn't that person teach you? You won't hug me and kiss me after you're done with him, and I'll say nasty and disgusting things." ?”

Relying on Osamu Dazai not remembering the previous experience, Ozzy recalled the intimacy with him before, including the process of being enlightened in the future.

It turns out that this kind of thing is called post-event time.

Seeing the emotion in Ozzy's eyebrows, Osamu Dazai was unwilling to admit how failed he was in choosing this topic.

Just by looking at his expression, one can imagine how lucky he is to the person who took a step ahead of him.

This is not only as simple as opening up a no-man's land, but also engraving an indelible mark on this person.

Just thinking about it makes me feel jealous enough to kill.

Osamu Dazai subconsciously looked for the weapon hidden in the room that was closest to him at the moment - there were many dangerous items in his room, such as hands, guns, daggers, or other unheard of weapons, and even instruments of torture, some of which were used by others body, such as the target of the Mafia, and some are used on oneself, such as to try how long it takes for a person to bleed before dying.

Then he touched the unsightly knife.

The one given to him by the ghost king was used to kill the person in front of him.

"Tsk."

Osamu Dazai, who was irritated, naturally got all of Oz's attention, and he also saw the knife.

There was no emotion in Ozzy's eyes, he stared at the knife for a while, and then said in a low voice, "This one is fake."

Osamu Dazai pushed the knife away in disgust: "I know."

Oz was surprised: "You know it's fake?"

Osamu Dazai raised his eyebrows, thinking that this question was a little funny: "Of course it's a lie, who would be so stupid as to put a weapon that can kill himself into someone else's hands?"

Oz, who thought he had been ridiculed, lowered his head in shame.

That's right, he was that idiot who took the initiative to hand over the things that could hurt him, hoping that one day there might be a hero who could replace him and guard the world he liked.

If I had kept it safe back then, Wu Mi would not have the upper hand now.Ozzy was so depressed that his back completely hunched.

Osamu Dazai: "...I didn't mean to scold you."

With a dry tone, besides losing his memory, he also obviously lost the ability to comfort Ozzy.

"He gave me this thing because he wanted me to kill you."

"I know," Oz buried his face in his knees, curled up into a ball by himself, completely unaware of Osamu Dazai's approach, until he heard a snap of his fingers from very close to him, and raised his head At that moment, Osamu Dazai poked his forehead with his index finger, "...what are you doing?"

— fuck you.

Osamu Dazai silently made a mouth shape, and imitated the sound of firing a gun, and with a small "bang", he flicked Ozzy's forehead.

"You can't do this." He stretched his waist, opened his long legs, and started to invade Ozzy's small and pitiful territory.

Ozzy kicked him: "What's wrong?"

"When you hear that someone is going to kill you, you shouldn't let your guard down like this," Osamu Dazai said lightly, "Even if it's me, you can't be sure whether I just pointed at you with a finger or a risky muzzle of smoke."

"In a flash, you're gambling, vampire, it's dangerous."

"But if it's you, it doesn't matter what it is," Ozzy replied. "Whether it's turning you into a vampire or something not so good, it's all my fault."

"I should have been killed by you."

Dazai was slightly taken aback.

Oz continued: "Actually, I was hesitant. After all, it was out of my selfishness to turn you into a blood race. I always knew what your ideal was. You are very disappointed in this world, but I selfishly wanted to keep you. Come down, it's a disservice to you, isn't it?"

Osamu Dazai was silent and did not deny what Oz said.

On the road of pursuing death, he worked harder and loved more than anyone else in the world.Therefore, when he knew that he would not die, apart from anger and bewilderment, it was more of a kind of ironic despair.

When the murderer who caused all this appeared in front of him, it was impossible for him not to hate.

But compared to the hatred, the emotion towards Oz shocked him even more, and the hatred seemed to be much smaller in an instant.

Dazai Osamu's silence made Ozzy feel a sense of exhaustion of "it really is". He sighed heavily and covered his face with his palms.

"Dazai, if killing me can turn you back into a human, would you choose to kill me?"

"After killing me, if you still choose a path to death, if no one can force you to go forward..."

Osamu Dazai felt that he saw a traveler walking into a desperate situation.

The author has something to say:

After tidying up and getting ready, let's take the knife and stab Wumi in the back, and then let Azai inherit the knife!