【Taizhong】The Aesthetics of Legs

It is easy to prove that something exists, you just need to show it in front of the world, but it is very difficult to prove that something does not exist, just like a chair in a dark room, invisible does not mean it does not exist.

It was an extremely ambiguous feeling, so ambiguous that it could be ignored if you were not careful.I don't know when and why it started, but when he came back to his senses, that feeling had been haunting him for a long time.

He can feel the sight.

No matter where you go, your sight always follows you, coming from all directions, bringing you an itchy feeling like a feather brushing your nerves, but you can't find the source, just being constantly fiddled and tormented.

At first, I thought it was just a sequela of the incident a while ago-excessive nerve sensitivity.So when he sees "those things", everything he thinks is "real" is "subverted".

On the walls, in the cracks of the ground, on the ceiling, and even the drain of the sink.

He could see the eyelids opening and closing under the steel mask, the eyeballs reflecting the luster of the cuticle, and the pupils that were pitch black and lifeless.

A strong nausea surged into his throat, he covered his mouth and ran to the toilet, opened the lid, and the crowded eyeballs in it were looking at him motionlessly, densely packed.

Squeak.Squeak.

Ah...the world is absolutely insane.He looked palely at the pile of eyeballs climbing up the wall inside the toilet, and they moved their eyes as he moved like living things.

This nightmarish scene made his stomach churn, and finally he couldn't help it, and vomited on the ground.

At one o'clock in the morning, when the city is still immersed in the silence of night, the cold air fills the empty streets, and moths flap their wings under the street lamps.

Something is growing in the darkness, devouring a living life.

We are used to calling such things "violence".

It has been a long time since Zhong Yuanzhong has intervened in the affairs of the family, and because of this, he is called "the cleanest executioner" by the family.In the eyes of outsiders, the work of the Black Sheep is not clean, but compared to the Zhongyuan family, it is like they are shoveling manure while you are walking the dog.The nature of work is fundamentally different.

And this time Zhongyuan Zhong also continued to do the family's dirty work for half a month.

Settle internal feuds, destroy threatening enemy strongholds, deliver "cargo" and...execute.The bullet was fired from the barrel, white sparks erupted from the muzzle, the shell casing fell to the ground, and the blood and brains of the opponent's head were splashed, and so on.

The feeling of shaking in his heart when he shot Aizawa Arima had completely disappeared.This was supposed to be the life he wanted to live, soaking in the dark and dirty sewage, breathing the smell of gunpowder.Thinking about it this way, how ridiculous was my persistent behavior of rebelling against the family before, people actually want to go against their own nature.

So, stop looking at him.

Osamu Dazai found Chuya Nakahara in a dark alley.

The other party sat on the ground against the wall, bent one knee, looked up at the empty mid-air, and exhaled a puff of smoke.

Next to him lay a few corpses, all of which had just died, and someone would come to end it after a while.

"What are you doing here?" Zhongyuan Zhong also turned his head sideways, his face was still stained with a little blood, and there were bluish-purple marks in his eyes.He seemed to be looking at Dazai Osamu, but also didn't seem to be looking at him, there was no image reflected in his pupils.

After the Yokohama TTOL dismemberment case was closed, he and Osamu Dazai separated. After all, once there is no chain called "partner" involved, they have no reason to stay together.No one mentioned what happened at Qiu Daimei's house that day, everything should have passed...

"I heard that you have a mental problem, and I was sent to treat you." Osamu Dazai shrugged and told the truth.

"I don't have any psychological problems." Zhong Yuanzhong replied impatiently, but the fingertips holding the cigarette were trembling slightly, as if trying to endure something.

"It's up to me to judge." Osamu Dazai stepped forward, and just as he stretched out his hand, Chuya Nakahara opened it.

"I said I don't have any psychological problems." Nakahara Chuya bit every word hard, his heart was beating violently in his chest cavity, sending blood to his brain that was about to stop functioning.

He knew something was wrong with him, of course he did!But how could he admit it in front of others, especially in front of Osamu Dazai.Only Osamu Dazai knew that he was almost drowned by Aki Daimi. If he had a psychological problem now, wouldn't he become a pitiful creature whose body and spirit were both defeated?

Let him be saved twice by Osamu Dazai, it is better to let him suffer from the torment of hallucinations.

He was about to say something more, when he suddenly saw something beside his hand, lying quietly on the ground, as if waiting for his attention for a long time.It's obviously illusory, but it's unbelievably real.Nakahara Chuya's vision began to shake, and then gradually became blurred. He wanted to vomit again, covering his mouth and turning his head away—but his stomach pouch, which had not eaten for a long time, obviously could not support his demand.He lay on the ground retching.

Embarrassed and embarrassing.

Osamu Dazai looked at him quietly, and put his hand back into the pocket of the windbreaker: "Is this okay?"

"Crap."

Zhong Yuan's hands on the ground trembled unsteadily.

He wanted to smoke again, this time he smoked several times more than usual, he desperately needed something to poison his brain like a drug addict.But his hand holding the cigarette was held down, and a cold object was pressed against his eyelids, carrying the chill of the night, like the thin and cold personality that Osamu Dazai originally had in his character.

"Calm down, Chuya." Osamu Dazai's voice sounded in front of the darkness, with an unknown traction in his low voice, "What you need now is not smoke, but sleep."

The heart in the chest was beating violently, and even the eardrums beat to the rhythm of drums, but the surroundings were very quiet.Nakahara Nakaya was covered by Osamu Dazai, and he lowered his shoulders unwillingly: "Leave me alone...Leave me alone..."

"Chuya, there's no need for you to hide." Osamu Dazai sighed, as if he was coaxing a child when he said this, "We are not the kind of relationship that needs to take face into consideration. Just beat me up."

"Really?"

"Of course the latter is impossible for you to achieve."

Just as Zhongyuan Zhongye opened his mouth to curse someone, his vision was suddenly released, and he spun in the air.But this state only surprised him for a second, and then he shouted in a furious tone: "What are you doing?! Put me down!"

Osamu Dazai picked him up by the waist, weighed him and then frowned, as if he thought he was too heavy.

"I'm a muscle that has been exercised! Bastard!" Nakahara Nakaya knew what the other party was thinking through the eyes of the other party, and threw a punch at the other party angrily, and was dodged by Osamu Dazai with ease.

"If you go on like this, your hat will fall off."

Zhongyuan Zhongya immediately pressed his unstable hat, grinning his teeth: "If you dare to give me psychological treatment forcibly, I will kill you!"

This kind of thing can't be forced, Osamu Dazai wanted to say that, if mental illness could be given just one injection like common cold and fever, then his task would be much easier.

No... If the target is Nakahara Chuya, this task is also very difficult.

Chuya Nakahara's words and actions of resistance only lasted until he was put in the bathtub.

The icy water soaked through the clothes, carrying the familiar deep chill, Nakahara Chuya's expression immediately stiffened, wondering if he remembered the incident that he almost drowned at Qiu's agent Mei's house back then.

This is Osamu Dazai's residence.

it has started.

Especially in places with water, those things that should not exist in this world began to invade his five senses, sight, hearing, and touch little by little.Black, white, sticky, throbbing.

Baji.Baji.

"!!!" Nakahara also let out a violent gasp from the depths of his throat, his fingers tightly twisting the neckline of his chest, struggling to get out of the bathtub.But Osamu Dazai pushed him back into the water.

The densely floating eyeballs on the water set off a small wave as they shook.

"Chuya, tell me what you saw." Dazai Osamu put his hands on Nakahara Chuya's head and forced him to look at him. The blue eyes of the other party were full of darkness and nervousness tortured by hallucinations, which were completely different from the previous ones. fierce.

Nakahara Nakaya stared blankly at Osamu Dazai, as if trying to understand what he said.Drops of water slid down his hair, moistening the bandage on Osamu Dazai's wrist tick-tock.

Then his face changed in an instant, and the sick light in his eyes became even worse.He saw a person crouching behind Osamu Dazai, who couldn't be called a human being at all, headless and legless, with eyes all over his body, crawling towards them little by little with his hands.

The field of vision suddenly turned black.

"Can you still feel those things now?" Dazai Osamu's voice, and of course the subtle sound of things being dragged on the ground.

The hallucinations have not completely disappeared. Although the phenomena caused by other senses have been alleviated after the loss of vision, they are undoubtedly more tormenting.

Seeing that Chuya Nakahara's spirit was about to collapse, Osamu Dazai closed his eyes and let out a breath. He never thought that one day he would do the same thing again, and the meaning was completely different.

He maintained the posture of covering Nakahara Nakaya's eyes, leaned forward little by little, and tilted his head slightly.

He kissed him, without any lust, just the touch of lips.Under the palm of Nakahara Nakaya's eyes that had been swaying all of a sudden stopped

All the noisy voices in his ears disappeared.

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