【Taizhong】Desperado

Someone once studied how long a vampire can survive in the world, and the result was surprising. The lifespan of a purebred and ancient vampire noble was close to immortality, but the life of these privileged creatures is too long, and the moon is not always so peaceful. Full of accidents, unexpected accidents will also threaten their longevity.

Except, of course, those elites at the top of the shadows, Fyodor Dostoevsky being one of them.From the moment he was born, he has had many names and identities that are innumerable. He could be the notorious vampire duke in history, or he could be just a drop in the unknown.The identity of Fyodor Dostoyevsky is undoubtedly one of his favorites, perhaps because this name does not sound so idiotic, and it reads with a serious sense of seriousness, which is different from the name he has been pursuing all his life. Faith is closest.

Osamu Dazai has no interest in his moth-like theory of crime and punishment. It was a hundred years ago, and it is no different today.Even though he was forced to become an outlaw under the fangs of the opponent, he never gave up hunting in despair and pain.

"Don't look at your 'master', your 'father' with such eyes, Dazai, we haven't seen each other for a long time... How long has it been, remember?"

The old vampire who lost interest in Zhongyuan after seeing Dazai let go of the prey in his hands, put away his fangs, and acted like a decent old gentleman, but his face was pale, and he looked gloomy and arrogant.

Facing his eloquent speech, Dazai glanced at him and shrugged his shoulders: "100 years? Maybe it has already passed, who would calculate such things."

"But now it seems that you still miss me and hate me so much."

"Thank you for your self-knowledge, which is probably your only advantage."

"I obviously gave you something that ordinary people can't have," Fyodor frowned, "so why? Because of these identical eyes?"

Fyodor reached out and pinched Chuya Nakahara's chin next to him, forcing him to raise his face to look at Osamu Dazai.The person involved obviously didn't want to be treated like a fish by this Russian monster, and he didn't want to face Osamu Dazai who had just ridiculed him a few days ago.

"Look carefully, you have noticed it a long time ago, even this face is exactly the same as that person."

Dazai, who was forced to accept the doubt, his eyes darkened, and finally said in the stagnant atmosphere: "You are wrong, they are completely different people."

"Ha, you seem to be lying again." Fyodor smiled gracefully and calmly. "He has the same blue eyes and the same orange hair as the man you personally murdered at that time."

"They're just as charming."

"The same is what you love."

"Is not it?"

The nervous questions that were thrown one after another were like sharp needles piercing Dazai's heart. In fact, the clotted wound was always there, but it was slowly sealed up by him after that day, and it became an inexhaustible memory lost in his memory. A secret known to man.

Except for this cunning vampire in front of him, this ghost who brought him suffering and knew all his secrets.

"So what?" Dazai shrugged, as if he had no interest in Fyodor's extra speculation and concern.

Nakahara was obviously fed up with playing the role of the "ignorant idiot" caught between the two of them. One forcefully broke free from Fyodor's hand, and asked Dazai what was going on now with an unhappy expression. What the hell does Dor mean.

He couldn't bear it, he didn't want to be an uninformed idiot at all!

"It's unbelievable that our poor Mr. Subordinate doesn't know anything about it," Fyodor seemed to be watching something extremely interesting, and he walked around the empty coffin with great interest, stroking his reassuring eyes. The cold wood looked at Nakahara Chuya with a smile on his face, "Look, even if you become Dazai Osamu's subordinate, you still know nothing about him."

how sad.The old vampire sighed.

A pair of couples who have established a bond still have dark secrets, are not honest with each other, and talk about loyalty.

It turned out that he didn't think too much about it. This feeling was never equal when measured on both ends of the balance.

"Do you know why Dazai made you a slave?"

"Enough. That's our business!" Dazai was obviously angry.

"you shut up!"

Zhong Yuanzhong also told the man to shut up, and he was even angrier.He found himself unable to answer Fyodor's question at all.If the relationship between the two can be traced back to the source, except for the phrase "Would you like to be my slave" that Dazai said to him at the grave that day, the rest is an ambiguous picture.

Between them, there is no beginning, no reason.

He convinced himself that it was because the two were naturally compatible, so even if they couldn't speak the language of love, they should make do with each other.He was a coward, always deliberately ignoring the root of the problem-the factors that would make them attracted to each other, the strong sense of bond that entered his brain when he dreamed back in the middle of the night.

"Vampires who have undergone first embrace are very thirsty, and people who have been reborn as ghosts need fresh blood immediately after waking up to maintain their not yet independent, fragile lives."

Fyodor narrowed his eyes, turned over the incident in his memory, and tried his best to restore it to the ignorant Nakahara Chuya through dictation.

"Not everyone's blood is fine, only the blood of the person we love the most can keep our newborn alive."

"So the first thing Dazai did when he woke up was to hug the person next to him and suck his blood until he couldn't move anymore."

"Like a very hungry wolf, he finally catches his prey, and bites the human's fragile neck tightly—"

"As for that poor man, do you know who it is?"

Fyodor's eyes suddenly turned crimson, he smiled sinisterly, licked his lips with the tip of his tongue, and looked at Chuya Nakahara.

Zhong Yuanzhong also felt that he was being controlled by an indescribable magic power, and was being dragged into a bottomless abyss.He became unable to think clearly, became more and more confused, everything fell into disorderly chaos, and some feelings were about to break out.

"That person is you—"

"Or, that person is you from before."

"You have the same eyes, the same soul," he said, tracing the confusion of beautiful blue eyes, "I can see and I can smell."

The thrill of revealing the mystery layer by layer in front of the ignorant made Fyodor happy physically and mentally, as if he had personally directed an ancient and modern drama. He sighed in satisfaction and made a strange and uncomfortable laugh in the empty and dark space, All of a sudden, he clapped his hands, celebrating his perfect one-man show that had just been staged and ended.

Nakahara is also unable to accurately describe his current emotions now, he is out of control, and his heartbeat is getting faster and faster.He didn't know what was going on, and he didn't know what was true or false, but a long-awaited agreement was awakening in his heart.

He never believed in fate and reincarnation.He is just him, just in the Central Plains.

In the chaos of reason, he obviously couldn't recall anything accurately, but he was still affected by a strange emotion, so he unconsciously opened his mouth to deny Fyodor—he repeated "no" in a murmur, not to belittle himself, Not blind confidence.He couldn't even figure out where this trust came from, and he just believed that Osamu Dazai would not kill his other half even if he was cornered.

——Obviously the one who has always been the most unkind to him is himself.

But now, a hot, unspeakable strange emotion ran through every vein in his body, forcing him to follow his heart, making him believe in his own thoughts.

……

Being in the Central Plains where I couldn't extricate myself from the dream was also subject to unprecedented fluctuations, and those memories shrouded in veils from a long time ago were slowly revealed.In this long dream, he suddenly had a headache, which was unbearable, and accompanied by unspeakable sadness from the bottom of his heart.

He tried to calm himself down so that he could see more things from the memories, but he couldn't restrain his excitement that was almost out of control—a pain that originated from the depths of his soul.

In his dream, he slapped himself severely, forcing himself to reintegrate into the heart of that Central Plains Chuya back then, and gradually calmed down.

Nakahara didn't know what Dazai Osamu was thinking, the man stood beside him without saying a word.He could see Dazai's hand hanging by his side clenched and loosened, so that the nails sank deep into the palm of the hand time and time again, any deeper would be able to cut through the thin layer of skin and ooze blood.

Osamu Dazai is really a cunning vampire.Central Plains also sincerely think so.This man was so cunning that he hid everything from him and acted on his own, making him look like an idiot who didn't know anything.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help punching Dazai Osamu, but the opponent didn't hide, and his right cheek was instantly painful.

But this time Dazai didn't tease him with a basket full of long-winded nonsense as usual, instead he said nothing, and received a merciless punch from him.

"What's that expression on your face now?" Zhong Yuanzhong also glanced at him, frowning in disdain, and laughed, "Shouldn't you laugh and say that I'm too weak."

For 30 seconds, Osamu Dazai remained silent.Zhong Yuanzhong also couldn't figure out what this person was thinking, it was in the past, and it is still in the present.But those are not important now, he is very aware of the current situation, and he is more aware of what is most important now.

"Where's your soul?" He was impatient, and couldn't bear it anymore, and issued a final announcement, "Even if what this guy said is true, are you going to let me die again?"

This sentence was very inspiring, and the red in Dazai Osamu's eyes gradually faded until he returned to his usual appearance.

"Zhongye..."

"what?"

Nakahara also turned his face to the side, and met Dazai's gaze—that was a look he had never seen before, and he couldn't describe it in words. He thought it didn't need to be described in words, this was his domination .

As for those bastard, chaotic, and nonsense old accounts that Fyodor said, it's not too late to settle them slowly after leaving here.

……

During the melee, Zhongyuan Zhong also realized for the first time how wonderful it is to have a heart-to-heart connection. He doesn't even need to make eye contact, and the opponent can cooperate with him to effectively threaten the enemy, and vice versa.Both he and Osamu Dazai are blood hunters who know how to fight with a blood race, and the tacit understanding is even better now.During the fierce fight, they overturned Fyodor's beloved coffin and threw it against the wall and smashed it to pieces. This scene successfully stimulated Fyodor, and Fyodor, who had always been calm and forbearing, cursed "Damn!" , the anger is even worse, and the action is faster.But Nakahara Zhong also saw the opportunity to force him to take a few consecutive heavy punches, as a reward for the Russian vampire who fooled himself earlier.

Fyodor Dostoevsky was different from all the vampires the two had encountered. Even with all their abilities, they still couldn't subdue him. Although he was dealt several heavy blows, the opponent could always beat him at the fastest speed. Heal like an invincible monstrosity in human nightmares.

Fyodor clearly irritated Chuya Nakahara, who hated the endless entanglement and stalemate.He drew out the small knife that never left his body, and the sharp point of the knife was hidden under his fist. He pretended to be reckless, making Fyodor mistakenly think that he was going to give him another unconcealed uppercut.

But he didn't know that this was the trick of the old fox.

It was too late when Dazai realized that he wanted to remind him, and the silver knife hidden in his hand slipped to the ground together with his blood.

Fyodor caught his hidden fist as he charged, barehanded.

Then the other hand pierced through the fragile human body at the same moment with bare fists, depriving the prey of consciousness and mobility.

to be continued.