COS Dazai Osamu’s I Got Into the Conan Crew

A hotel room in New York, USA.

The black-haired, blue-eyed man hung up the phone and looked up at himself in the mirror.

The complexion is pale, with thick dark circles under the eyes, and the blue eyes are dark and dull.

Physical and mental senses are gradually lost.

Hunger, satiety, pain, satisfaction, pleasure, disgust…

are gradually decreasing.

What is felt is an insatiable emptiness, with numbness and sleepiness.

I wanted to sleep, but couldn't fall asleep.

As if step by step, turning into a walking dead.

Such a scene coincides with the scene not long ago.

It's just that another person was lying on the edge of the pool at that time.

Scotland looked at himself in the mirror with his hair still dripping and thought.

In the past, he might be in the mood to ridicule each other.

But now, he has lost his joking mood.

There was a dark red streak on his neck.

The fingernails on both hands were also broken and there were bloodstains.

Both hands and arms were covered with bandages, but the inner bandages were still stained with blood.

He tied himself up with a rope last night, and...

But he almost died by hanging himself.

Saved by Bourbon.

They made an appointment that while one was sleeping, the other would be watching.

otherwise…

Thinking of the two sleeping together before, the result...

On the way, the two sleepwalkers met and fought each other, almost killing each other. Fortunately, they hid their guns in advance.

Otherwise, they might really die in each other's hands that day.

As for the bourbon case...

It wasn't to fool Wei Que, but it was really inconvenient for the other party to answer the phone.

Scotland can still talk, but Bourbon's performance is much more serious.

The black-haired, blue-eyed man looked through the mirror and saw the man sitting on the ground outside.

The other party looked much worse than him.

He lowered his head, flushed his face with cold water, and walked out of the bathroom.

"Aren't you afraid that you won't be able to walk anymore?" He sat back on the sofa, let out a long sigh of relief, and then asked the figure sitting on the ground.

The blond man sitting on the ground looked up at Scotland with dull purple-grey eyes.

A **** dagger fell from the ground beside him, and blood was still dripping down from his thigh at this moment.

Even gathered together.

On his right leg, there are six holes dripping blood.

You can even see the bones of your thighs.

Three knives and six holes.

If you stab it in the opposite direction, there will be two holes.

Bourbon stabbed himself three times, not only did not show a painful expression, but smiled.

"How? Didn't we bring a lot of healing potions? All I need is the pain it provides."

"I feel awake, Scotland," said the blond, purple-eyed man.

The black-haired, blue-eyed man fell silent.

So does he.

Using pain to wake up.

I don't know how long it will last like this.

They understood Jin Jiu's original attitude.

even…

Began to worry that he will actually climb up to Kaa as Gin said.

Gin must have experienced this too.

In the past, Bourbon and Scotland would have ridiculed gin, but at this moment, both of them lost interest in speaking.

so tired...

…

Apartment downstairs.

"Wizard seems to be still at Laphroaig's house..." Tsushima Shuji glanced at the dark top floor and the downstairs room with the lights on.

Then he looked back in disinterest.

The car is parked in the underground garage.

Tsushima Shuji and Sebastian took the elevator back to the apartment.

Sanhua cat and Shiba Inu were separated by a very long distance, lying on the ground and sleeping without interfering with each other.

When he heard the door open, he looked up.

The moment he saw Shuji Tsushima, he flew over.

Tsushima Shuji didn't change his face, he was accustomed to hiding.

"Let Sebastian accompany you when you play."

He casually hung the black coat on the coat rack by the door and said calmly.

He has no interest in playing with them for the time being.

Either Madara or Harrow.

"Leave it to me." Sebastian smiled, skillfully took out the cat-friendly stick in one hand, and threw a ball in the other.

Even if he didn't like Sebastian, Haro, who couldn't refuse to chase the ball, rushed out instantly.

The Sanhua cat stretched out its paws lazily, scratching and teasing the cat stick like a perfunctory.

Tsushima Shuji looked at such a scene, looked away expressionlessly, and returned to the room.

Standing under the shower, head down and let the steaming water wash over his body.

The white fog is full of mist, hazy, and it is impossible to see the real thing.

The sound of water stopped.

He came out barefoot in a black bathrobe.

Leaves a trail of water on the ground.

Then he sat by the window and looked at the wall.

The projection unfolded silently.

He didn't look surprised at all.

"Father." The black-haired and kite-eyed youth looked at the figure that appeared in the projection.

"Karasuma Lianye is dead, when can I die like him?" The voice was calm and confused.

"Do you want to die ugly like him? Xiuzhi." From the background behind the man, it could be seen that the other party had left the ancient country and went to another place.

The appearance also changed into the image of a blindfolded father again.

"It doesn't matter how ugly or beautiful it is to die, as long as you can...die." The boy lowered his eyes, his eyes empty.

so boring…

"It hurts to die like him," said the priest with long silver-white hair, black ribbons on his eyes, and a Bible in his hands.

"It doesn't matter." The young man's eyes were dead and indifferent.

He has felt the pain of various ways of dying.

What a fortunate thing to do, as long as you suffer once, you can exchange for eternal death.

"Your anime hasn't been released, the planned future city plan hasn't been implemented, and the selection game hasn't started yet~www.wuxiamtl.com~ Don't you want to see the consequences of them? Humans are the best at creating unexpected endings. Existence." The man did not reject Shuji Tsushima, nor did he discourage him.

Just coaxing.

The boy's eyelashes trembled, but he didn't answer.

He is a little interested in these, but...

This meager interest is no longer enough to support his idea of ​​​​living.

Suddenly, he seemed to hear a distant sigh and the sound of the door opening.

"Shuji, it's late, go to sleep." The black-haired, red-eyed man walked into the room, came to Tsushima Shuji, and reached out to stroke his hair.

The voice is gentle and elegant.

The boy closed his kite-colored eyes, as if he had fallen into a peaceful slumber.

"Eleven years...is it really a long time?" The man looked down at the top of the boy's head.

In the red eyes is the gentleness of a **** who sympathizes with all beings, and it also seems to reveal the arrogance that is taken for granted, aloof, and even does not care about himself.

Not at all like Sebastian.

Even if it is the other person's body.

"I don't want to kill me because I found something..." He sighed softly.

"As expected of repair."

"But..." The unfinished words dissipated in the darkness.

"Quickly kill me, Xiuji."

The man left the room and closed the door.

The teenager was lying on the bed, covered with a quilt, and even the bathrobe had been changed into comfortable pajamas.

Sleeping soundly.