The bosses cry and put down the butcher knife

Oda Miyuki's mood was a bit complicated.

If Osamu Dazai was still him under normal circumstances, even if his age was regressed by ten years, it would be impossible for him to do this...

Probably won't do such a thing.

Recalling some of her boyfriend's previous coquettish operations, the girl fell into deep thought.

But anyway, one thing is probably certain:

"Dazai, are you still getting used to this... state?"

It was still a dark room, with only natural light barely visible through the curtains.Oda Miyuki could see those fuzzy semi-solids squeezed and piled up. In a house with only one living person, the rustling sound was actually a bit scary.

But she's used to it.

The girl's voice overshadowed those indistinct movements, and the unknown object seemed to pause for a moment.After another few seconds of silence, it——he seemed to give up struggling completely, and grunted out of the cabinet again.

Not all of it, though, apparently a part of it was left in it.The remaining semi-solid flowed and squeezed to the side of the bed, filling the space under the bed and surrounding Oda Miyuki again.

It's like creating an island.

The girl sighed, reached out and pressed the light in the bedroom: "It's really not my illusion, these days."

Black mud is as quiet as a chicken.

Probably from the first "dream" of the black mud monster, Oda Miyuki stayed at home these days, and occasionally felt some vague abnormalities.She couldn't tell what it was, and if she had to express it in words, there were only some details.

For example, the house suddenly becomes clean.

The day before yesterday, she had nothing to do, and she always felt that the room was damp, so she planned to do a big cleaning by herself.To her surprise, after wiping the tables, chairs and bookcases in the whole room, the towels were still in the original color.

Not to mention places like the dining table and coffee table, she even touched the cracks in the windows, the top of the door, and various corners, all of which were clean as if they had just been wiped.

She doesn't have the memory of the "leisure yard deep snow" in this world, so she doesn't know whether the house has a regular cleaning staff.Although a little confused, this is not a big problem, and it is even more impossible for Oda Miyuki to find someone to verify it.

Besides, she hasn't seen any mosquitoes in the past few days.

The time in the book is early summer, and in terms of Yokohama's climate, mosquitoes and the like have already begun to recover.In fact, when Oda Miyuki was in a coma in the hospital, he was bitten twice by mosquitoes that slipped through the net in the ward.

On the contrary, after returning home, no matter day or night, even when she went shopping, she didn't see a single flying insect.

And now, this seems to have found the instigator.

Oda Miyuki looked at the huge mass in front of him, and then thought about his boyfriend's originally plump and well-proportioned figure, he didn't know whether to sympathize or laugh first.

This is not a difficult thing to understand: put a man who was only 1.8 meters tall in a closet that couldn't fit half of it... a pile of soft mud, let him adapt and learn the new body in a few days Manipulation.

Even if Dazai Osamu is a guy who is so smart that he wants to commit suicide every day, it took a few days to barely control it.

Besides, there may be something else in this new "flesh | body".

As it is now, she suspected that at least one of his body and mind was controlled by instinct when the other party got into the closet just now.And such a big pile of puddles beside her bed, without even a murmur, made her feel a little pitiful for no reason.

So she finally stretched out her hand, hanging above the bed and the black mud: "Can I touch it now?"

"..."

Dazai Ni was silent for a while, then the black flesh below rolled over twice, and a tentacle came out.

Um, a... tentacle.

"..."

Oda Miyuki's expression froze.

It was the same as his current body (sort of), looking black and slimy.Compared with the fog-like isolation layer floating underneath, this thing that can be mosaiced is much clearer and smoother.

In addition to the color, it looks similar to the arms and legs of an octopus or squid, but the tip is like a snake's tail, and there are no suction cups on it.This tentacle was hanging under the girl's snow-white wrist, and it seemed that it wanted to wrap around it, but stopped because of timidity.

Oda Miyuki looked at this tentacle, and the big thing below "watched" her together.Time passed by one second, two seconds, three seconds, ten seconds, 15 seconds, 20 seconds... Just as the tentacle turned in a different direction, as if it was about to sink again, the girl grabbed it.

Tentacle: "Gee."

It made a wet sound of soft flesh being squeezed, and at the same time Oda Miyuki had goose bumps all over his body.This is really a pure conditioned reflex, even if she simply prepared mentally just now, but when she actually got it...

It still feels very subtle.

It really looks like the arms and legs of molluscs, the girl thought blankly.She used to make braised squid rolls at home, and she learned from the recipe.The live squid I bought was cut to death by Oda Sakunosuke a few times, and the fresh tentacles with the remaining nerves coiled around my hands, probably this is the feeling.

Even that slimy touch is very similar.

But the squid is because of the suction cups between the arms and feet, and the current...boyfriend is probably the reason for the texture of the black meat paste itself.The thinner part of the tentacle wrapped around her wrist three and a half times, and the tip rested on her palm.

The slightly cool touch was like the temperature of that man's fingertips in early summer.

Then Oda Miyuki's heart suddenly calmed down.

Not only did she think of the present, but she also thought of a long time ago, a past longer than the first time the two met.At that time, she was walking on the side of the street, and occasionally noticed the sight from somewhere, without any malice, it seemed that she was just watching.

There are also the big prizes drawn from time to time, or the luck that comes to me for a short time... The ability to eliminate "personality" and isolate disasters may have another part, which comes from a man who secretly observes.

Of course, no matter what his intentions are, it cannot be denied that this behavior really looks like a pervert.

The originally peaceful atmosphere, with the girl's suddenly gloomy face, instantly developed in a direction that was not quite right.Feeling the change in the atmosphere, the tentacles trembled, and with a strong desire to survive, they loosened the entwined part, trying to retract like a cat that has made a mistake——

"You run. After getting out of the book this time, I will confess to that Dazai in the parallel world."

The girl said coldly, and by the way turned off the wake-up caller that was still discharging on the bed sheet, and put it on the bedside.

Black mud: "..."

The half-shrunk tentacle froze in place, looking a little bewildered.The huge black part that was connected was coiled around the bed, and there was no sound at all.

Oda Miyuki took a (?) look at him, then turned to pull the quilt.

In the next second, the soft light in the bedroom dimmed instantly, and the appearance of darkness surrounded her.Before Oda Miyuki could react, the overwhelming black mud hoarded in this room swallowed her whole.

……

……

Oda Miyuki felt those emotions again, bewilderment, fear, doubt, trembling and even joy.

They surrounded her, invading her body and mind.For a moment, she even lost her awareness of "self".

It was as if she had also become a part of the other party, a rib stripped from Adam, and returned to the body at the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty.

She was swallowed by the opponent and sank into the soft mud. Her body kept sinking, but she could still breathe.Oda Miyuki's mood was very calm, because she felt something familiar.

It was like one night after dinner, she lay in her boyfriend's arms, and the two played games online for the first time.

Each individual has its own scent.It is difficult for Oda Miyuki to describe what "Dazai Osamu" tastes like.The residual smell of medical bandages?The same shower gel?A little suit and seat smell?Or a very faint smell of blood?

But she could smell it immediately, just like she had seen several identical faces, but she would always know which one belonged to her.

I don't know how long the sinking feeling lasted, maybe time has lost its meaning here.When Oda Miyuki felt the presence of another "thing", her feet touched the hard ground.

This is a place very similar to "Dreamland", except that the swamp completely surrounds everything.A young man in a black coat with a bandage on his face stood a few steps away with no expression on his face.

Dazai.Oda Miyuki wanted to speak, but found that he couldn't move.

"Sorry, Miyuki-chan," Dazai Osamu looked at her, "I feel like I'm operating a game console that's been in disrepair."

The two of them didn't play games together very often, and there were only two times in total during their relationship.As a person who (professes) has not touched entertainment equipment for several years, Osamu Dazai's level is not so bad that the machine explodes on the spot, but he basically just lies down and waits to win.

So Oda Miyuki twitched the corners of her mouth, probably understanding what her boyfriend's situation is now.

"I can't keep you for too long," Osamu Dazai said, "You can't touch me, and you can't even respond to me... Otherwise, you will go completely crazy in a short time."

Obviously, "going crazy" here is not a metaphor, but a physiological description.

"Let's make a long story short. I have made arrangements for all the plans that will follow before..., and the rest is a matter of exerting subjective initiative. There is no need to hesitate in this world itself, as long as you do what you want to do."

"As for the unplanned..."

He paused at this point, and finally smiled: "Remember 'that', Miyuki-chan? You should be able to guess it now."

Oda Miyuki froze for a moment, then remembered this somewhat special pronoun.

It was probably when the two were just dating, one day Oda Miyuki was looking for a book in her boyfriend's study.When she took a half-new book from the shelf, she saw a long note on it.

"Hey, who wrote this?"

"After reading so many books, miss still can't recognize my characters?"

"But... how should I put it, it doesn't look like Dazai-san."

"Huh? Then what should my style be?"

"I can't tell either."

"..."

Oda Miyuki looked at the young man a few steps away, opened his mouth, but finally said nothing.

So, is this why you think, "It's okay to die by yourself".

Dazai?

【Even if it is a ghostly fortune teller who has traveled thousands of times, our place is ultimately here, the prison at the end of the earth.

It is the people who shout, run, and bleed in the occasional storm that really move the world. 】

is that so?