In Yokohama, I used a vest to make up the Saviors

Selina squinted her blue eyes, interested, and there was a lot of flair in her eyes: "Martyrdom?"

She lightly stroked the leaking bandage on Osamu Dazai's wrist, as if stroking fragile ceramics: "Do you like suicide?"

Seeing her reaction, Osamu Dazai's eyes lit up: "Miss, are you interested?"

Selina lifted a corner of the bandage and looked at the cut on Osamu Dazai's wrist, her eyes were full of anger, but her smile was perfect: "Of course, because I once knew someone who was very similar to you, and he also like suicide."

"Oh?" Osamu Dazai was curious: "There is an existence with the same interest and elegance as me! Is he also in Yokohama?"

Selina raised her lips: "Of course, he is inseparable from me."

Her fingers twisted around the bandage, giving Osamu Dazai an inexplicable feeling of being pressed against the skin by a knife.

What does inseparable... mean?

"Sarina." Funagawa Asaka interrupted, a little anxious, she stepped forward, stopped Sarina's arm, and separated her from Osamu Dazai: "It's been a long time since we saw each other, don't you want to catch up with me? "

Selina looked at Funagawa Asaka who was choking with her with great interest, staring so hard that Funagawa Asaka almost frowned: "I heard that you found a new friend, so I came here to see it, it really has changed a lot. "

"Let's talk alone, little girl." Selina slightly bent her fingertips and clasped Funagawa Asaka's chin. The vermilion nails were exquisite and beautiful. She leaned into Funagawa Asaka's ear and whispered: "About you, Disturb me about the hunt."

"She won't go with you." Edogawa said displeasedly, "Asaka sauce is not your doll."

Selina looked at Ranpo Edogawa, who was leading Funagawa Asaka, and gave him a weird look, then raised her lips: "Where is your answer, little girl."

She slowed down her tone, very softly, without the slightest threat: "Do you want to go with me, or stay?"

Selina naturally walked around behind Funagawa Asaka, and lay on her shoulders, with two long, white arms embracing her from behind, her fragrant blond hair falling like a waterfall.

Ignoring Funagawa Asaka's stiffness and the presence of the people present, Selina ambiguously stuck to the girl's ear, stuck out her tongue and licked her pink earlobe.

The fragile throat was entangled by snake-like arms, Funagawa Asaka did not dare to move, she bit her lower lip: "What do you want to do."

"I want to know your choice." Selina murmured in a low voice, which seemed to be the whisper of a demon, as light as a feather: "My lovely child, my little girl, I haven't seen you in such a short time, and it's so strange. People are sad."

Sarina, the person who raised Dafeng Nagawa Asaka, she arranged all of Funagawa Asaka's food, clothing, housing and transportation. To Funagawa Asaka, she was like a sister and a mother, but because of Selina's own terrible habits, the little girl Can't be completely attached to her.

Being embraced from behind, with the other's arms resting on the fragile neck, this is a very dangerous and intimate gesture.

There are only two situations for this kind of interaction. One is that the two parties trust each other, and the other is that Funagawa Asaka is coerced.

"You've been wary of me since you were a child." Selina was a little hurt and pressed her tighter. The cold fragrance on her body enveloped the black-haired girl, and the softness on her chest was pressed into a ball. She complained: "Obviously I have been with you much longer than adults, but the treatment I get is very different."

In terms of the attitude of being treated by the little girl, she really envied the adults.

"Mr. is irreplaceable." Funagawa Asaka did not dare to use too much voice: "Besides, if it wasn't for Mr.'s order, I'm afraid I would have become a member of your collection."

"Isn't that better?" Selina tilted her head in confusion, and leaned closer, her hot breath hitting the girl's cheek: "What's wrong with being my collection, a cute and weak Jin like you?" Canary, if you can't stand the wind and rain, it's better to get eternal life...we will be together forever."

When Selina spoke softly, Funagawa Asaka could even hear her heartbeat, or her own heartbeat.

Puff, puff.

Fear or contentment, fear or joy.

Dazed by the fragrance of her body.

This woman...

Just like a bright red snake with a red chain, knowing how sharp her fangs are, and the cold snake letter under her red lips, but there are still a bunch of people who can't stop their heartbeat from speeding up. Her beauty is as seductive as a poppy.

Once bewitched by her...

She will be gently strangled to death by her nephrite-like hand, peeled off the outer skin, and put it on a cold wooden frame. She uses a pen to describe the appearance of the living, and makes a creepy and delicate doll.

but......

"Asaka!" Edogawa's random voice awakened Funagawa Asaka from her confusion: "Wake up."

Funagawa Asaka swallowed her saliva and covered her mouth and nose. After the fragrance on Selina's body faded, she calmed down: "I want to stay."

Funagawa Asaka was afraid for a while, if Edogawa Ranpo didn't wake her up, she might have left with Sarina.

The fragrance on Selina's body is Suzumiya's rose, plus what she has developed and made into flower ointment.

It makes people dizzy.

Funagawa Asaka cursed secretly.

Selina seemed to have heard some terrible news. She opened her eyes wide, and gently tightened her arms wrapped around Funagawa Asaka's neck: "Are you going to betray, little girl?"

"Sir, you didn't say anything about betrayal." Funagawa Asaka clenched her teeth, trying to break free from Sarina's grip, but her strength was not as strong as her, her knuckles turned white, and she couldn't save herself: " Sir gave me the right to be free, you don't want to disobey his orders, Selina."

"Are you going to suppress me, my lord?" Selina narrowed her eyes, her murderous aura lingered, and after a few seconds, she let go of Funagawa Asaka feebly: "My lord did tell us not to disturb you."

Why, Funagawa Asaka is clearly her little girl and her doll, why should she be taken away like this...

But, but my lord gave the order...

She shouldn't question an adult's decision over ownership of a toy.

Edogawa Ranbu pulled Funagawa Asaka over, he stared at Sarina: "In that case, stay away from her."

Then, he looked reassuringly at Funagawa Asaka: "Let's go buy limited strawberry Daifuku, Asaka Sauce."

Funagawa Asaka nodded, turned around, and didn't look at Sarina, but if she looked carefully, she could see her trembling hands hidden in her sleeves.

She was almost dragged away by Edogawa Ranpo.

Witnessing the two leaving without looking back, Selina turned her eyes to Osamu Dazai who was watching the play, her blue eyes were obscure, and her lowered hands were clenched into fists: "Are you longing for death?"

"Of course." Referring to his lifelong pursuit, Osamu Dazai's eyes lit up, and he gestured with dancing: "There is only one life, sweet death, and you must commit suicide refreshingly."

"Let's have a chat." The woman with a voluptuous figure ignored Ango Sakaguchi's hesitant gaze, and took Osamu Dazai aside: "Make a deal."

The little girl who bewitched her, the sinner who did not respect her own life.

In a dark cupboard, Yindang repented for the rest of his life.

Leaving the hospital, Selina felt the number of people following and monitoring around her. She chuckled, and with a wave of her hand, an extra cigarette came out of her fingertips. The cigarette ignited spontaneously, and wisps of white smoke drifted away.

She casually threw the smoke behind her, and a thick white mist rose from the ground. When the mist cleared, Selina disappeared.

The stalker opened his eyes wide and went forward to investigate, only a pile of soot, a cigarette holder, and five broken bugs.

"Mr. Sakaguchi, we are lost." An agent from the Supernatural Secret Service Division called Ango Sakaguchi: "She threw a cigarette on the ground, and then thick smoke rose, and after the smoke dissipated, she disappeared. "

Is it the mysterious organization's space-type ability user who has never shown up?

Ango Sakaguchi put the cigarette that Sarina had just dropped and folded into two ends into a transparent bag, with a dignified expression.

The door panel that Selina leaned on just now, the broken cigarette, no fingerprints, no hair loss, not even skin flakes left.

You know, even Shenzi Yu Shengyu Zhi, mixed in the cats, they all collected samples of skin flakes and hair, but this woman...has nothing, so clean that she looks like a moving doll.

Also, just now Selina wanted to take away Osamu Dazai's hair and blood, what was she going to do?

The key is that Dazai Osamu gave it in a very cooperative way, because the woman didn't know if it was true or not, and promised a painless death.

Although he knew that Osamu Dazai was the owner of invalid abilities, the members of that organization so far were too outrageous, and there were cases where so-called abnormal items could be used on Osamu Dazai, so he really couldn't rest assured.

Thinking of Osamu Dazai, this weird friend... the yin and yang of the reunion after a long absence, drawing guns at each other, and his frivolous and frivolous attitude gave Sakaguchi Ango a headache.

However, this is what he owes him.

Because there is a human life between them, they will never be relieved.

Ango Sakaguchi is the traitor among the three.

This is a subspace independent of the world.

Large and small dolls are neatly arranged on their own shelves, antique dolls, ball-joint dolls, life-size silicone dolls, cotton dolls, they all have their eyes closed, facing outwards, allowing people to see It looked mysterious and terrifying.

In addition to the dolls, this studio with a vaulted ceiling has a lot of space. A table for making dolls is placed, fine materials are placed on the glass counter, and a soft bed is placed in the corner.

This is Selina's supernatural space.

Selina hummed a song, and took down a palm-sized semi-finished cloth doll from the shelf. She fetched a needle and thread, and picked out a pair of tea-red kites from the box containing the doll's eyeballs.

"People who don't respect life." Selina tied the golden curly hair with cloth strips. She carefully sewed the doll, that's all, looking at the doll with eyes sewn on, the blue eyes, like a mother watching a child So gentle: "You should die."

[You are in charge of 'Puppeteer'] The system has a headache: [She wants to make Dazai Osamu a puppet]

"Let her do it." Yinwu Xianle lacked interest: "Compared with dolls, I want to know another thing now."

"About Selina's memory, the last piece of the puzzle."

The puppeteer Selina, the one who has followed the leader for the longest time, watched the leader take away the son of God from the roof, leaned against the wall to watch the leader pull up the murderer, and hid in the shadows to watch the leader adopt the detective.

From the beginning, until the leader overthrew the temple, she has been there.

"System." Yin Wuxian's voice was extremely cold: "Can you tell me why there is a 16-year-old me in Selina's memory?"

Why, in the so-called script of the system, he appeared exactly the same as the 16-year-old Red Fang Whiskey who worked in the black organization.

Isn't it a script?