For the Slaughter To Eliminate the Haggard

Brain...so dizzy.

"hiss--"

I opened my eyes, and at this moment, a sharp pain suddenly came from my originally stiff body, as if someone had beaten me hard.

I held my aching head and struggled to sit up, only to find that this was not my room.

The curtains were drawn, and the sunlight outside turned it orange. The furnishings in the room were very simple. There was nothing superfluous in the writing desk, bookshelf, wardrobe, and bed.

Just when I was wondering where this treasure land was, the door was opened.

"Woke up earlier than I thought."

Dazai? !

I shrank back subconsciously, with a confused look on my face: "This is your house? Why are you here? Oh no, why am I here?"

"Don't you remember?" Dazai walked over to the bed and tapped the sober bottle on the bedside table, "You were drunk last night."

Can't remember anything... Did I drink the clips?

Not really, my alcohol intake is not that bad, and my subordinates at the root even praised me a lot.

Seeing me so confused, Dazai finally showed mercy. He sat down by the bed, took out his phone and pressed it a few times, then moved the screen to my side——

On the screen is a picture of having dinner together last night.

In the bright and spacious tavern, I was sitting drunk on the seat, holding a bottle of wine and talking to myself.

"I told you not to drink," Zhong also had a terrible headache, "Don't be stubborn, give me the wine."

I hiccupped and hugged the bottle like my dream lover: "No, Idon\'twanttogiveittoyou..."

"It's incredible, Ito actually speaks English." Osamu Dazai's voice was successfully snarled.

"Ah—it's so annoying," Zhong also stood up straight, and walked up to me to grab the bottle, "If you're not drinking enough, just say, what can I do if I don't have anything!"

His loud voice made me stunned on the spot, and then my face wrinkled, and tears suddenly poured out: "You murdered me..."

Seeing this, Zhong also choked, and the hand that grabbed the bottle froze in the air: "I don't."

"You murdered me!"

"I……"

I didn't give Zhongye a chance to explain, the next second, I was holding the bottle tightly and crying, and the battle was like a mourning: "Wow wow wow wow wow - I'm not good with you!!!!"

Off the screen, I looked at Dazai with a dark face.

Dazai looked back innocently.

"I do not want to see."

"I don't agree."

His smile is still so pure, but this just shows that the next picture will be the shame of my life.

It has to be said that a woman's intuition is very accurate.

Zhong Ye couldn't bear it any longer, he grabbed the bottle while covering his ears, but can a drunkard's bottle be called a bottle, that's the lifeblood!

I saw me lying on the ground, lifting the hem of my clothes and stuffing my life in it, regardless of whether it was cold or not, and then I covered my clothes and made a dolphin sound: "Indecent ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh—"

Don't say it was Chuya, even Dazai's shooting scene shook a bit. Gin and Akutagawa, who were at the same table, were not calm. They turned their heads one after another. The former wanted to help, but because of his bad identity Shot, the latter simply felt ashamed, and the expression was exactly the same as me off-screen.

Things have developed into this, and those who can continue to eat are all immortals. Although Hongye and Guangjin Liulang did not come, after everyone voted, they unanimously decided - don't eat, let's go, and have to go to work tomorrow morning.

The people present were also familiar with me, and it was his duty to take care of the alcoholic.

Dazai didn't seem to have enough fun, he was still filming when Chuya carried me out.

I was lying on Zhongyao's back, blushing and arching hard, looking at his eyes, I must have wanted to pull me down and stomped on me.

I didn't stop along the way.

"Look, control the lightning!"

Zhong Ye was helpless: "That's electric welding..."

"Look, there's a fork-tailed cat on the roof!"

"That's the autumn pants that people hang out..."

Five minutes later, when we finally arrived at the parking place, Zhong also breathed a sigh of relief and was about to take me down when I suddenly wrapped his arms around his neck and muttered, "Mom, I wet the bed..."

"Ah? What?!"

Dazai's laughter broke in again, and Zhong was also directly angry. He slammed in front of the camera, his facial features were terrifying: "You bastard, don't look at it, get this guy off me, hey! Stop filming. --Hey!!!"

The phone fell out of Dazai's hand, and the screen swirled around, and when it finally went dark, the whole play ended.

I:"……"

Dazai put the phone back.

"Did I pee?"

"you guess."

I let it go for a few seconds, then slammed into the bed and wrapped myself up: "I'm not a human anymore!!!"

Dazai outside the quilt didn't know what his expression was. After a while, he reached out and patted the arched quilt: "Don't worry, you just vomited all over."

I wrapped the little quilt a little tighter.

"I didn't record what happened after that. I also received an urgent task in the middle of it, and asked me to send you home, but when I got to your house, I found out that the house has been sublet, so I can only bring you here."

"You refused to come with me, you insisted on pulling the dog by the roadside to worship the handle, and finally dragged you to my house. You said that you could go up the steps by yourself if you were not drunk, but you fell asleep and fell on your stomach. People thought you were homeless and threw you two coins."

I buried my face in the quilt and said angrily, "What else did you do?"

"I think this is a good way to make money, so I took a bowl and put it next to you. Sure enough, I made a lot of money in just one night~"

Hearing this, I suddenly sat up, with the quilt wrapped around my head, revealing only a pair of aggrieved and stubborn eyes.

Dazai was stunned for a moment, then laughed: "Just kidding you."

However, this incident has caused great damage to my young mind, and I can't make up for it by saying "to tease you". I stayed in the quilt as Voldemort, and after a long while, I muttered: "Do you have any paper?"

Dazai: "?"

"I want to write a suicide note."

There is no suicide note, and he can't really get it for me.

The people at Port Mafia put their heads on their belts and work all day long without touching the ground. I'm embarrassed to continue to trouble Dazai, but the impact of that video on me was too great to walk out of this door. Courage is required.

So after he went to work, I walked into the living room under the quilt and used the TV to pass the time.

Press the remote control, and the screen jumps to the live broadcast of the US Junior Tennis Trials.

The green ball flew over the net and was hit hard by the player.

After watching it for a long time, I couldn't help but feel that this is the normal way to play tennis.

What is the Ice Emperor's name, it's called Dou Fa!

After a while, Dazai came out of the other room and was a little surprised to find that I was still here.

At this time, the voice of the commentary just sounded on the TV: "Let's welcome the next contestant, Echizen Ryoma from Japan—"

I turned off the TV.

In order to prove that I would not eat and live for nothing, I reached out and touched my pocket, took out a small object and handed it over: "For you, congratulations on the promotion."

Lying in the palm of my hand is a Maki-e fountain pen. I bought it last time I went to Akihabara with Kasumi. It took a long time to pick out patterns. Who knew that it would have to be sent out before it was warmed up...

Dazai picked up the pen, and I seized the opportunity to say, "If you take my pen, you have to agree to my stay until night, or I'll have no face to go out and meet people."

I saw Dazai raised the corners of his mouth, his thin lips slightly parted: "I am very happy."

The lunch was take-out ramen, and it was unrealistic to eat it wrapped in a quilt, so I had to climb out of the "tortoise shell", covered my face and walked to the table.

Dazai was completely unaffected, he should eat and drink.

I pulled out the chair, broke open the chopsticks, and sucked while covering the upper half of my face.

I slept with cosmetic contact lenses all night, and my eyes were sore as if they had been steamed dry.

When I was halfway through eating the noodles, I couldn't help it, I moved my hand and rubbed my eyes, and at the same time I caught sight of the scratches on the back of Dazai's hand.

"What's the matter?" I asked him. "Scratched by a dog?"

Dazai replied quickly: "You scratched me."

"..."

"Last night, you were too drunk. I wanted to help you with a cold compress. Who knew that just as I stretched out my hand, I was scratched by your paw. It hurt so much that my tears came out."

After he finished speaking, he had a bitter face, perfectly restoring the expression at that time.

I have to take off my headband before applying ice, but the headband happens to be my lifespan. After staying at the root for so long, the stress response during sleep has already formed. Dazai wants to take it off. attacked by me.

How dare I speak.

Just when the atmosphere became more dull, Dazai spoke again: "Speaking of which, does Kazuto still have any impression of last night's sleep talk?"

I stopped sucking the noodles and asked vaguely, "What did I say?"

"In addition to the English words that I have memorized all night, there is also a name," Dazai looked at me, his tone was somewhat meaningful, "Brother Neji."

His heart clenched for a moment.

"Remember the story you told me before? You want revenge on your brother."

... I forgot if you didn't mention this, and I thought it was Sasuke at first.

"Remember." I pretended to be calm.

Dazai narrowed his eyes slightly: "I always thought you were lying to me."

==I really lied to you.

"But what people say when they are drunk is very trustworthy. If that 'big brother' really exists, then..."

The second half of the sentence is not spoken, but I can guess some of it.

If Brother Neji really exists, then what I said is not entirely a lie, and his suspicion of me has weakened a lot.

I spent the whole afternoon at Dazai's house, and when it was almost night, I opened the door and quietly stuck my head out.

Then lift your heels, push the door, and gently move out.

Dazai stood and spoke without a backache: "If you go out like this, you will be arrested by the city police as a thief before you reach the door."

With a word that woke the hangover, I hurriedly raised my chest and slid away while there were few people.

At this time, the night has not yet spread, and the hazy sun is pouring on the street, and it feels that the temperature around it has risen a little.

I kicked the stone next to my foot, thinking how to trick Dazai to delete that devilish video.

Ah, yes, there is also Zhongye.

I thought that Zhongye's wine was amazing enough, but I didn't expect that I was more powerful than him.

Fortunately, I was the only one who got drunk last night. If the two of us drank together, that pub... probably wouldn't exist anymore.

He originally came to the party for the sake of Sister Hongye, but now that I do this, I am afraid it will even cut my heart.

"Damn, you shouldn't drink so much last night!"

I kicked the stone a few meters away, and put my hands into my pockets subconsciously. Suddenly, my fingers touched something hard.

Take it out and take a look, the bug, Dazai's other standard equipment other than bandages.

...

…………

You are Pikachu's younger brother, itchy skin!

I grabbed the bug and walked into a musical instrument store through gritted teeth.

The waiter asked kindly, "Miss, what would you like to buy?"

I pointed to the large suona in front of me and said, "That's it."

"Okay, do you want to pay in cash or?"

"Swipe the card, I'll try it out first."

I hold the sound hole and place the reed between my lips, the bowl megaphone facing the listening device on the ground.

Bulging up your cheeks, sinking into your dantian—

One, two, three, here you go!

"Beep beep beep beep-!!!!!!"