What if the lord is too popular

"I beg you, Tong Mo, quickly cut off my hand with a scalpel."

Yaozai said in an angry manner, the polished white paper face and the appalling request, for a moment it was hard to tell which was more frightening.

Tong Mo's glazed pupils did not stir up any waves.

His subconscious had been waiting for this moment.

How would an ordinary human react?

Cringe and run?Tears flow?Or is it too trembling to even hold the handle of a knife?

Tong Mo couldn't imagine it, because he was a monster without emotion.

His understanding of himself was unprecedentedly clear, and he finally decided to give up his usual poor acting skills.

Tong Mo lowered his head to stare at Yaozai's face soaked in cold sweat, brushed away the broken hair that almost got into his eyes, and comforted him with a smile:

"Don't be afraid, soon."

Yaozai nodded invisibly: "Okay."

Tong Mo's right hand firmly held the scalpel, and his left forearm was stuffed into Yaozai's mouth.

"If it hurts, bite it, don't hurt yourself."

"..."

Yaozai shook his head to resist, and let out a whimper.

Tong Mo turned a deaf ear to it, and narrowed her eyes to look at his right arm.

The corrosion rate was very fast, and in a blink of an eye there was only a bone left, and green smoke curled up from the wound.

There was a pungent burnt smell in the air.

Tong Mo took a deep breath, raised the knife and dropped it.

"Crack" sound.

The moment the broken bone fell to the ground, it was turned into ashes, and the left arm was excruciatingly painful, and it was Yaoya who bit it down hard.

"..."

Tong Mo frowned very quickly, without saying a word, and repeated the same trick to cut off his rotten right calf.

All in just a few minutes.

bang-

The gaping knife dropped his hand and hit the ground, Tong Mo trembled slightly.

It's not because of the unnecessary emotion of "fear", but because the small scalpel wants to cut through the bones, it takes a lot of effort.

Tong Mo didn't care much, and immediately checked Yaozai's situation.

He was still awake, his forehead was covered with cold sweat, he was panting heavily, his lips were slightly bent, and he said in a low voice:

"Thank you... I'm sorry."

Only then did Tong Mo turn his gaze to his arm, where the wound was jagged, and the bright red muscles were convulsed and convulsed.

The Lord of Ultimate Bliss, however, felt relieved, rubbed his bloody right hand casually on the luxurious kimono, and patted Yaozai's head:

"It's ok."

Yaoya closed his eyes exhaustedly.

Tong Mo took advantage of the situation and hugged him tightly, her quiet eyes fell on the camel windbreaker he was wrapped in, and belatedly remembered the person next door.

[Dazai Osamu].

a moment ago

Tanizaki Naomi went back with a clean set of clothes.

pat—

The door opened, and Tong Mo rushed out like a gust of wind without warning, almost colliding with her.

Naomi staggered back two steps, clutching her chest:

"What are you doing..."

Before he finished speaking, Tong Mo disappeared without a trace holding his clothes that were bulging for some reason.

"..."

Naomi was stunned for two seconds, then blinked for no reason.

suddenly-

She reacted abruptly:

Wait, the windbreaker in Tong Mo's hand just now seems to belong to Mr. Dazai?

The ominous premonition was surging like a tide, and Naomi broke into the room in twos and threes.

As soon as he stepped through the door, a strong smell of blood raged through his nostrils.

She saw Osamu Dazai lying in a pool of blood from a distance, silently.

"what-"

The girl screamed subconsciously, half of her voice was spoken, and the clear blade reached her fragile neck.

"Shut up, or I'll kill you."

Deliberately suppressing threats in the ear, like carrying a basin of ice water in the middle of winter.

Naomi trembled all over, and from the corner of her eye, she noticed that the woman holding her was wearing a white mask, and her long and narrow eyes were full of murderous intent.

[This guy is not kidding! ]

Naomi realized.

Could she be the murderer who attacked Mr. Dazai?

Naomi didn't dare to breathe, and nodded stiffly like a robot.

Unexpectedly, the woman quickly locked the door and let her go.

The two ran towards the wounded at the same time.

Osamu Dazai was lying on his left side, his whole body was wet, there was a very thin open wound on his throat, blood mixed with water dripped all the way to the ground.

"I'm Mr. Dazai's colleague."

Sensing that the woman was not malicious, Naomi quickly identified herself.

She took out a handkerchief and pressed Dazai's wound, but her hands kept shaking.

The belt that bound Dazai left red marks on his skin.

The man's body temperature is gradually passing away.

There is no doubt that this time it is not Dazai's masterpiece, but someone else's.

this means-

Osamu Dazai may die.

The woman opposite gave her a cold look and sighed:

"You can't stop the bleeding like this."

As she spoke, she covered Naomi's trembling hand, exerting force.

"Check to see if Mr. Dazai has a clean bandage on his body."

……

The two of them worked hard, and finally stopped the bleeding from Dazai's wound.

Tanizaki Naomi tapped her knees that were numb from kneeling for a long time, and saw the woman lift Dazai with ease.

"Can you reveal your identity?"

"Port Mafia."

Naomi helped the woman open the window:

"Did you see who hurt Mr. Dazai?"

"I see." The woman replied without thinking, "The two men who ran out before."

Do you mean Tong Mo?

He would do such a thing, even kidnapping himself.

Naomi stomped her feet in righteous indignation, then thought for a moment: "You guys are gone, what should I do..."

"They probably don't have time for your explanation."

Ok?

Naomi didn't get to the bottom of it, and watched them hide in the dense grass, drifting away.

She stood leaning on the window frame for a while, recalling the helplessness just now, until her face was flushed and tears welled up in her eyes.

Brewing a good mood, Naomi clenched her fists and ran out quickly.

bang bang bang —

bang bang bang —

In the corridor, the sound of hurried footsteps came from far to near like a front drum.

The door of the room was slammed open with a loud bang.

Tong Mo raised his eyes slowly, and the moles of tears in the corners of the eyes of the black-haired girl by the door frame were shining brightly.

Angrily, she picked up Tong Mo's collar:

"Did you give Mr. Dazai to..."

Before the girl finished speaking, her throat choked up, and tears flowed down.

Her movements were too big, Yaozai's windbreaker slipped off, exposing a section of empty sleeves.

"Um-"

Yaoya in his sleep let out a pained cry from between his lips.

Naomi followed the prestige and was stunned by the scene in front of her, stammering and asking:

"What's up with him?"

Tong Mo picked up the clothes hanging on the ground and covered Yaoza meticulously, smoothing the wrinkles between his brows.

"Please go and dispose of Mr. Dazai's body."

Tong Mo's tone was leisurely, as if asking Naomi to throw out a bag of trash.

Still sorted.

"..."

Naomi looked around, except for the coagulated blood and a scalpel, she couldn't find any clues.

She stubbornly remained still, waiting for an explanation.

"Miss Naomi, do you think that I killed Mr. Dazai, and cut off one hand and half of Yoya's leg, do you still care about my life?"

"..."

Naomi bit her lower lip angrily and ran away.

Because if you don't leave, you will probably be exposed.

After dismissing Tanizaki Naomi, Tong Mo called Kimai Tsuji.

He was originally the kind of character who would hang up if he didn't get through after three busy tones, but this time he waited for five tones.

Beep beep, beep beep—

No one heard.

Tong Mo hung up, and called back after less than a minute.

Beep beep, beep beep—

Beep beep, beep beep—

He waited for a long time in ecstasy, not remembering how many times the phone rang.

After another busy tone, there was a brief indication of call availability.

"Hey-"

I just said a word in the opening remarks, patter—

The phone was hung up.

……

Unwilling to give up, Tong Mo dialed it back intact.

A cold mechanical voice came out of the earpiece:

"The phone you dialed has been switched off, please try again later."

……

Tong Mo, who was sitting in the shadow, had no expression on his face, and lifted Yaozai's slightly lowered body up.

The light outside the window is brilliant, but the scenery that Tong Mo is accustomed to has become the purgatory of Yuya Yuya.

……

He was a Buddha in samadhi and sat motionless until nearly six o'clock, when the last rays of the setting sun faded away.

Time to chat with Onimai Tsuji.

Tong Mo stood up cautiously, trying not to disturb Yaoza, who was sleeping lightly, and just walked out the door, bumping into Naomi who was dripping with sweat.

"I thought you would take the opportunity to escape."

Tong Mo raised his eyebrows.

Tanizaki Naomi refused to accept: "I just don't want my brother to be in danger."

What a touching bond.

Tong Mo thought endlessly, and was stopped when he rubbed shoulders with the girl.

"You don't need to bandage the wound on your hand?" Zhimei looked annoyed.

Tong Mo smiled nonchalantly:

"No thanks, compared to this, please go and hail a taxi."

Human beings are always stupid and carry unnecessary worries.

Tong Mo thought indifferently, the windbreaker in his arms moved.

Yaozai murmured unconsciously:

"..."

"Huh? What did you say?"

Tong Mo leaned over to listen, with a smile on his lips for a moment:

"Does your right hand hurt? Let me blow it up for you."

Like a treasure, he cupped Yaoya's empty sleeves and blew, while saying in a coaxing tone:

"Fly away quickly."

Tong Mo is always out of tune with the world, but this method of comforting people was learned from his mother when he was young.

country house

"Mr. Wu Mi, why didn't you answer my call?"

"Tong Mo, think about who you are talking to."

Yaoya who was woken up opened his sleepy eyes and heard a muffled plop.

Loud memories flooded him, and he looked reflexively at his right arm.

There is nothing there.

His right hand, which he thought was excruciatingly painful, was obviously gone.

Hatred grows wildly in the dark corners.

pat—

He looked, and what he saw was Wuyou's happy face, and Tong Mo's figure on the ground flashed away between the half-opened and half-closed door.

"woke up?"

Wu Cang asked casually, took off his white suit and hung it on the hanger.

"You deliberately didn't say that I can't bask in the sun." Yaozai followed his back, "Do you hate me that much?"

"Heh." Wu Mi snorted lightly, turned around and walked towards him facing the bright moonlight.

tap tap —

Accompanied by the footsteps came a coercion enough to squeeze the space.

Beads of sweat dripped from Yaozai's forehead, watching his pale cheek appear above his field of vision, his hand moved up the half-empty trouser leg.

The plum-red vertical pupils of Wu Can stare at Yaozai like a snake grabbing its prey.

"You must be wondering why you can't recover like you did last night?"

"Will you be like me too?"

"what?"

Wu Mi was stunned for a few seconds.

"If you are as strong as Wu Mi, you will be afraid of the sun, so you can only wait for death?"

Yaozai's understatement received a thunderclap.

boom-

He was strangled by the throat and forced to get very close to Wu Mi, so close that he could hear the gnashing of teeth.

"Afraid of the sun? No, you turned into such a ghost just because I don't have enough blood in my body."

Yaoza raised his neck and looked back, almost kissing Wumi's chin.

"Really?" He didn't hide his doubts.

"of course."

After Wu Mi finished speaking, he bit his wrist with sharp teeth.

Delicious blood fell from mid-air like nectar, falling on—

The corners of Yuya Ubuyashiki's lips.

[System: Master Ubuyashiki, received a private message from Mori Ogai. ]

Mori Ogai...

Yaoya's heart beats violently because of this name.

[who is he? ]

While Yaozai was dealing with the ghost king, he was distracted talking to the system.

If it's like what Wu Mi said, then he still has a chance to regain his life.

But don't miss any useful information.

Mouth-watering smells filled the air.

The cells in Yaozai's body clamored, reason and desire tugged, and he firmly grasped the bed sheet under his body with his left hand.

"You want... to control me like this? Are you not afraid that I... hate you?"

Fighting and defiance are always clichés but they work, especially against someone as self-important as Onimai Tsuji.

In an instant, interest flickered in the man's eyes, and the red light soared.

"Isn't it wonderful to hate me but have to cling to me?"

Wu Mi's thin lips were drawn into a sneer, he sucked the blood from his wrist, pinched Yaoya's chin, and fed it to him without rejection.

Precious blood is continuously flowing through the mouth, throat and all over the body.

Soon, Yaoza's severed arm sprouted new flesh like a spring bud.

It was a soft mass at first, and then a hard bone grew outrageously.

You know, it hurts.

Because no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't suppress Yoya Miyashiki's convulsions.

What a useless guy, obviously he has been fed in the gentlest way possible.

Wu Can hates that iron cannot be made into steel, and wants to give a superficial kiss.

At this moment, because the blood content in Yaozai's body reached the standard, he heard the voice in his head:

[Are you ok?I am worried and miss you very much. ]