How to put on the character of Wen Haozai in front of Buteizai

Seeing Atsushi Nakajima who was planning to go to Kunikida Doppo after bandaging the wound, Osamu Dazai walked with him for a short distance and then separated at the intersection.

Unlike Doppo Kunikida, who was still side by side in the emergency room and didn't have much news, when he was just at Atsushi Nakajima's side, he received a message from the previous doctor.

That is to say, the operation on Buteizai's side is over.

Osamu Dazai hummed the "famous" song of dying for love, and pushed open the door of the separate ward that he reserved for Buteizai when he called the ambulance.

"Doctor, how is his condition now?"

Osamu Dazai showed what is called a Sichuan opera face, and after he opened the door, he put on a worried expression, and rushed to the hospital bed of Takenzai, who was falling into a deep sleep.

With tears in his eyes, he grasped Zai Wuzheng's loose hand on the edge of the hospital bed, and his eyes wandered and scanned the sleeping person, trying to find any inappropriateness on the other person's body.

After working hard for a long while but still not seeing any results, he turned his head and asked the doctor who was standing aside with a toothache, "How long will it take to wake up? How long will it take to fully recover?!"

That anxious but caring look seems to have the same effect as those in those bloody TV dramas.

"This gentleman was in a coma because he accidentally inhaled a new type of anesthetic. There is nothing serious, and he will wake up soon..."

"But because he fell from a high altitude and landed with his head upside down, he has found a little concussion. He needs to observe carefully in the next few days."

"I will stay in the hospital tonight. If there is no recurrence tomorrow, I can take it out, but even so, I have to bring it back for a follow-up visit every day."

The doctor, who felt that the current scene was inexplicably dazzling, blinked his eyes uncomfortably, then hugged his full stomach and reluctantly explained to Osamu Dazai one by one the precautions that had been prepared long ago. listen.

While talking, he stared at Osamu Dazai and Buteizai in front of him with puzzled eyes.

Is it an illusion?

Why do I feel like I shouldn't be in this place right now...

The doctor who gave instructions on all the conditions left the ward full of doubts and melancholy. Maybe it was an illusion. After he walked out of the ward, he suddenly felt that the air around him was fresh.

Forget it, never mind.all in all......

Goodbye, my sad [doge]! ! !

After confirming that everyone had left, Osamu Dazai quickly locked the door of the ward, and then blinked his eyes to quickly browse the general environment around him.

He focused on Buteizai who was sleeping peacefully on the hospital bed as if he had fallen into a beautiful dreamland.

Well, it's really a strange experience to see "my" face from this angle!

Thinking like this, Osamu Dazai walked forward slowly, stroking Buteizai's slightly thinned cheek with his left hand.

If I remember correctly, I seem to have this appearance after being kicked out of the house in my memory...

As his thoughts wandered, his eyes wandered aimlessly around, and then firmly stuck to the drip bottle on his left.

Tick...tick...tick...tick...

Prompted by an inexplicable impulse, he turned off the switch on the drip bottle, and then stared at Wu Jingzai who was sleeping peacefully on the hospital bed with a sick expression.

I heard that you always wanted to die, and it happened that I did the same.

He covered his mouth with his left hand and let out a low "haha" laugh, his eyes half-closed, and a terrible blush appeared on his cheeks.

I heard that after general anesthesia, if you cut off the input of distressed drugs before the end of metabolism, there may be reactions such as ghost press or near-death experience~

Death will not make you really dead, but near-death experience can give it a try.

Half the chance depends on your luck~

Wu Zhenzai, who had reacted in a daze since the end of the operation, felt that his mind suddenly became chaotic.

The oxygen supply to the brain was artificially cut off, and the breath stuck at the mouth of the throat made his breathing difficult.

But under such a feeling of suffocation, compared with the so-called uncomfortable feeling, it is more obvious that the whole body is electrified and the heat surges in the meridians.

He couldn't help wrapping his arms around his knees like a baby, and began to tremble.

Staring at Buteizai, who had a blushing complexion and loose eyes, Osamu Dazai, who couldn't help but empathize with the memories of the past, also became extremely excited.

He took a deep breath, turned his head and half-closed his eyes, trying to suppress the heat of his body.

At this moment, perhaps due to the strong resistance to the drug, Osamu Dazai, who was awakened much earlier than the doctor said, suddenly opened his eyes and sat up suddenly.

Perhaps it was because of the excessive range of motion, the needle that started to return blood because the drip bottle was turned off forcibly fell off Buteizai's hand, and the bright red blood was gurgling.

"I feel the call of death..."

Wu Zhenzai spoke hoarsely, and he stared blankly at the wall above his head, "It feels so good, blank and serene, as if all the troubles in the world have dissipated."

Osamu Dazai didn't care what Buteizai was talking about, he just played with those slender hands silently, and then licked away the blood from the eye of the needle.

Feeling the wetness on the back of his hand, Butei turned his head, as if he was seeing Dazai Osamu for the first time, he stared blankly at this face that was exactly like his own, and stopped thinking after a while because of the headache.

buzzing, buzzing...

"You have a feeling..."

Butanzai muttered to himself, half leaning on the hospital bed, his line of sight happened to be parallel to a certain raised part of the standing Dazai Osamu, because of the loss of sanity, only the instinctive Butanzai had no sense of shame The opening: "It happens to be the same for me..."

"So, let's try it out!" he invited.

Osamu Dazai, who was also in a special state, was hooked with a tyrannical heart, and smiled when he heard this, and agreed to Buteizai's invitation without hesitation.

Hearing this, Buteizai pulled Dazai Osamu towards him with a male instinct, then turned his body slightly sideways so that Dazai Osamu hit the hospital bed, and then hung his left hand in mid-air.

It's a pity that he misjudged his own state and also misjudged the strength of the enemy.

Also unwilling, no, it should be that Osamu Dazai, who had never thought of being under others, took advantage of Buteizai's current state of limp hands and feet, turned around and pressed the person under him.

Then he showed a ferocious smile to the disbelieving Buteizai, "Dazai, you're injured, it's serious..."

"So, leave everything to me~"

Osamu Dazai restrained his expression slightly, and then showed his usual sunny expression.

The author has something to say: I want to drive, I want to drive, I want to drive, but what should I do if I am stuck now? !

Obviously I want to write serious, but I don't know what's going on?

Writing, writing becomes waste (╯‵ ′)╯︵┻━┻!!!

PS: I heard that a concussion can cause amnesia, and Buteizai is in such a state now.

He had completely forgotten Osamu Dazai, but under such circumstances, he could invite someone who looked exactly like himself to try...

Tsk tsk tsk, Zhenlang really has no morals!