Humanoid self-propelled wishing machine

After taking a bath, it was not too late, but because Reo Tsushima had just escaped from the prison gate, Osamu Dazai thought it would be better for him to rest for a few days, so he urged Reo Tsushima early Central went to bed, and Osamu Dazai squeezed into the same bed with him as a matter of course.

He was wearing a long black satin pajamas, which tightly covered from the neck to the ankles. Only the exposed wrists and neck avoided Tsushima Reo, and rewrapped them with dry and clean medical bandages.

Under the faint yellow light of the small night light kept beside the bed, Reo Tsushima lay in Dazai's arms, with her dark eyes open, she stretched out her hand to gently caress the bandage on Dazai's neck. Rough and soft touch.

Reo Tsushima had noticed Osamu Dazai's strange behavior long ago.

Osamu Dazai had been wrapped in a white bandage since the reunion, and he would not take it off in front of his eyes even when he was taking a bath, but cleaned it up alone after helping him take a bath and wrapping him in a towel Only then will it be removed and replaced.

"Brother, are you hurt?"

"No injury." Osamu Dazai was still playing with Reo Tsushima's long, smooth hair, inserting his fingers and stroking it downwards, combing from the root of the hair without any hindrance until there was still some wet hair remaining. The tail.

Reo Tsushima's body carried a faint fragrance after bathing, which was warmly warmed by the slightly taller body of a child. It was a unique smell that could make Dazai Zhi feel at ease.

"It's just a little ugly, so I covered it with a bandage, don't worry." Dazai Osamu's kite-colored pupils were soft and calm, he said lightly.

"Brother, do you want to come and make a wish?" Reyo Tsushima just asked casually, "If it's my brother, just praise Erina a little, and she will be very happy."

Dazai Osamu's hand that was gently kneading Tsushima Reo's wet hair suddenly stopped.

"What does it mean?"

And Reo Tsushima looked up at Osamu Dazai, showing such an innocent smile as always, "That is to say, if it's my brother, I can order Erina to help my brother realize his wish without paying a price."

Osamu Dazai's pupils trembled slightly, a gap was cracked on his closed and strong mask like a clam, and the iris-colored pupils flickered with unsteady light, revealing some real emotions from them.

"...Impossible, this is impossible." After thinking for a while, he slowly said, "There is nothing in this world that can be obtained without paying a price. If the rule you mentioned exists, then The price of realizing my wish must be borne by others—or, in other words, it is Erina herself who helped me bear the price of realizing my wish.”

"Am I right, Lianyang?"

Reyo Tsushima said briskly, "It doesn't matter, brother." He said, "If Erina is hungry, she will go for food by herself. As long as brother doesn't pay the price, it doesn't matter who it is."

There is still such a bright smile without any haze on his face, the child's eyes are clear and beautiful, shining under the faint light, but the words that come out of his mouth are full of shocking Indifference and cruelty.

He said, "As long as you are like Kanako and blame others, you will have no burden in your heart. As long as you are like Lu Dou and order others to sacrifice for you, won't you be able to get everything you want?"

"Aluka told me that it's too hard to be a good boy, you have to be as selfish and cunning as an adult, and you can only be happy when you're a bad boy."

Since then, Osamu Dazai has been aware of it.

Children are astonishingly imitative beasts.

Reo Tsushima is imitating everyone he has come into contact with in his life so far.

He was taught to be well-behaved, to be obedient, to be considerate, and to love all living beings like a son of God, but the group of adults who taught him these things were full of selfish desires without any punishment.

Reo Tsushima just watched, his eyes as clear as water reflected their cruelty, their indulgence, their indifference, their liar nature and their fault evasion.

Osamu Dazai just looked at Reo Tsushima's face that was no different from eight years ago, and suddenly smiled.

"Hehe, hahaha——"

He smiled lowly, folded his arms, hugged Reyo Tsushima intimately, rubbed his chin against the top of his head, and praised Reyo Tsushima bluntly and enthusiastically, "Yes, Reyo said There’s nothing wrong with that! It doesn’t matter, it doesn’t matter, as long as it’s not us who pay the price, wouldn’t it be fine?”

Dazai Osamu's kite-colored pupils flowed a cold, viscous, black mud-like indifference.

"If you want to be happy, you must be selfish, cruel, and hard-hearted, and cut off all the thorns that get in the way," Dazai Osamu taught Tsushima Reo almost softly, "Beautiful things are always Drawing nutrients from the broken bones and breaking through the ground, Lianyang must remember that those who want to separate us, those who want to deprive us of the only happiness from us, are all enemies, and they are all eyeing us [Wolf]."

"[Wolf]..." The word touched Reo Tsushima's nerves, and a broken picture dimly recalled in his mind.

"Ah, do you still remember Lianyang?" Osamu Dazai asked with some surprise.

"Remember," Tsushima said, "the game of hide-and-seek between [wolves] and [sheep]! My brother and I are sheep in wolf's clothing. Be careful not to be discovered by wolves."

"Lianyung's memory is really good." Dazai Osamu praised, his iris-colored pupils were as sweet and cold as cooling maple syrup, and said softly, "Actually, this game is not over until now. Oh, we've always been in the game, as players in wolf's clothing against wolves."

"It's just that under the wolf's skin in the past, we are weak lambs who have no power to resist."

"—and now under the wolf's skin, we are hunters with claws and fangs."

"Are we... hunters?" Tsushima asked in confusion.

"Yes, that's right." Osamu Dazai stretched out his hand and kneaded Tsushima Reo's soft palm. The light brown hair was spread out on the light-colored pillow, and patterns like cracks spread out.

There was a vague smile on the corner of his mouth, and he said in that old Chinese-like slow tone, "If you can't live peacefully among wolves in wolf skins, just throw away the disguise and tear it apart." Open their throats, drink their blood, and eat their flesh."

Reo Tsushima still couldn't understand, and looked at Osamu Dazai with ignorant eyes.

Osamu Dazai stopped his hands and said with a smile, "Forget it, it doesn't matter if Lian Yang doesn't understand."

"Anyway, I will protect Lian Yang."

Reo Tsushima just smiled shyly at him.

He stretched out his hand again to pick at the bandage wrapped around Dazai Osamu's body, and asked, "Brother, can I watch?"

Osamu Dazai hesitated for a moment, and hesitantly agreed, "Let's see."

He raised his neck and asked Reo Tsushima to undo the bandage that had just been wrapped from his body little by little.

Inside the loose snow-white bandages, there were ugly scars like pink foam, which protruded slightly on the young man's fair skin and solidified, like living flesh flowers one after another on his body. Exhale, inhale, agitate slightly.

Reo Tsushima only took off the bandage on Osamu Dazai's neck, without taking off his pajamas and continued to look down, he just stroked the rolling scar quietly.

It wasn't just the scars from the burns.

There are also white knife marks, bruises that haven't healed in time, and red burns from gunpowder bursts. There are so many shocking scars solidified on them, turning Dazai Osamu's neck into a paint-sprayed scar. Messy canvas.

The newly grown flesh after damage is always more sensitive than the previous one, not to mention that in such an important position as the neck, the senses are already more sensitive than other places.

Osamu Dazai endured the itch of being gently caressed by Reo Tsushima, raised his head, and showed his deadly carotid artery completely and unreservedly in front of Reo Tsushima.

"Does it hurt?"

He heard Tsushima Reo ask.

Dazai Osamu is not as honest as Tsushima Reo, nor is he as easy to open his heart, he is used to hiding himself, so when asked this question unexpectedly, he just said, "It doesn't hurt at all. "

But Reo Tsushima seemed to not need his answer at all, so she leaned forward on her own.

A gust of soft, moist wind swam past his neck and those colorful scars, like a tiny current flowing from the cervical vertebrae to the whole body, leaving behind a bit of numbness and tingling Scalp tingling sensation.

"Now it won't hurt anymore!"

Reyo Tsushima briskly said that until now he still believed in the lie that Kanako said, "As long as you blow it, the wound will not hurt".

"My brother asked Erina to heal the scars?" Tsushima looked at the scars that symbolized pain, and said softly, and there was a look of love and compassion in his clear eyes. He said, "Always Isn't it troublesome to wrap it in a bandage?"

"Okay," Dazai Osamu touched Tsushima Reo's head, his kite-colored pupils were slightly bent down, showing a shallow smile, and he asked gracefully, "Then can I ask Erina to help me cure these things?" A scar?"

Reo Tsushima smiled sweetly. He didn't answer Osamu Dazai's question, closed his eyes, and handed his body to Erina.

A cold, gloomy monster revived from the child's body.

Reyo Tsushima's face, which was so lively and smiling, gradually became pale as bloodless, and his facial features gradually became as simple and dark as a stick figure, and the overflowing resentment attached to him a false and terrifying face. Even the long crow-black hair became as wet and cold as a long snake.

His body became as cold and hard as ice, exuding a sense of coolness, trying to penetrate into the body of Osamu Dazai who was sticking to his skin like strands of needles.

But Osamu Dazai just hugged Reo Tsushima with a smile, and stroked Reo Tsushima's back calmly with his hands again and again, without any trembling or fear.

The ghost-like monster in a thriller opened its black eyes, grinned, and called out happily with a shrill, trembling voice.

"Xiuzhi, brother!"

"Okay...okay! Erina, help brother Xiuzhi... heal the wound!"

She obviously heard Dazai Osamu's question, and she couldn't wait to answer Dazai Osamu's request as soon as she appeared.

"Then I will trouble you, Erina." Osamu Dazai said softly.

The monster, which ordinary people can't avoid, nestled docilely in Dazai Osamu's arms, stretched out a small palm, and stuck it to Dazai Osamu's scarred neck.

The position where the skin touched released a warm, lazy, warm white light that only made people feel comfortable.