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Chapter 21 The Blackened Akutagawa

The dungeon is dark and damp.

Only the flames on both sides are still on, used to light the way to walk.

Occasionally, when the jumping lights fall on the ground, traces of mottled blood can still be seen vaguely, which makes people feel chills on their backs.

The dungeon is divided into three floors. The first floor is for traitors; the second floor is for enemies; the third floor is for Dazai Osamu.

Single luxury cell.

Fifty deaf-mute dead men volunteered to guard outside, and three sturdy men held whips in their hands. They took high-tech defenses in all directions without dead ends. They were strictly monitored from head to toe, from the inside to the outside, and even a fly could fly. The kind that doesn't go out.

Nakahara Nakaya was too shocked by the child's incident, he hesitated between killing Osamu Dazai and leaving him a dog's life, so he simply went to the cellar to get a few bottles of wine, intending to use alcohol to numb his nerves.

During this time, Ryunosuke Akutagawa went to the dungeon to meet... Osamu Dazai.

He is dressed in black, most suitable for wandering in the dark, like a night elf, like a life-threatening Hades, and more like an invisible man, even if the blood is stained on the battlefield, he will not notice him, shed a tear for him people.

Otherwise, why did he stand here for so long, coughing so many times, no one on the shelf noticed him.

"Mr. Dazai." Finally unable to bear the depression, Ryunosuke Akutagawa spoke first.

His eyes fell on the man tied to the frame in front of him, obviously he was the prisoner, obviously the place he was in was a prison where many lives were annihilated, but his appearance was still so wanton and casual, his eyes were closed, and the corners of his mouth were twitching. Slightly raised, it seems to give people a feeling of going out on vacation in a carefree way.

"Mr. Dazai, long time no see, how are you?"

The other party ignored him, still humming his own song softly, as if no one was there.

Akutagawa's face was reddish, he gritted his teeth and said:

"Mr. Dazai, Chuya-senpai told me many things."

As soon as the words fell, Osamu Dazai paused slightly with his hands shaking the chains.

After a moment of silence, he opened his eyes and looked at the guy standing in the only bright spot.

"Really?" Osamu Dazai tilted his head back slightly, as if a little irritable: "What did he say?"

"Senior Chuya said that this world is just a parallel world. In other worlds, Mr. Dazai treated me very well." Akutagawa lowered his head slightly, clasped his hands together, and seemed a little restless.

"It is an honor in my life to be liked by Mr. Dazai." Ryunosuke Akutagawa bowed.

"Heh." Osamu Dazai smiled, with a sneer on his face, he asked back, "What's a good way?"

Akutagawa took a small step forward, standing in the darkness.

But even so, he still couldn't hide the flickering spots in his eyes, like the stars in the sky, trying his best to radiate his own light, just for the people on the ground to take a look at him and say: "You are very happy!" good."

"Mr. Dazai once wrote my name on a whole piece of paper."

"And, and."

"And Mr. Dazai likes me very much, very—"

Osamu Dazai laughed out loud, interrupting Akutagawa's words.

He bent down with a smile, looked up at Akutagawa with disdain, and said mockingly, "He's just lying to you."

"It's just an ugly slug, do you believe what you say?"

"..."

Death-like silence filled the dungeon, Akutagawa stood stiffly on the spot, his eyes widened, his whole body trembling uncontrollably.

"Mr. Dazai is joking, right?"

"Are you kidding?" Osamu Dazai seemed to have heard some big joke.

His hands were imprisoned in the chain, and his body moved forward vigorously until the end of the chain. He tilted his head, with a ferocious expression, and laughed loudly: "What are you, what is there for me to lie to you?" ?”

"..."

Snapped!

The water-soaked cowhide whip lashed Dazai Osamu's body fiercely, spreading from the right jawbone to the left chest, a long streak, and the bright red blood soaked all the white bandages.

Every time Akutagawa whipped his hands to death.

He whipped ten lashes in total, and only the last lash hit Osamu Dazai.

Akutagawa threw the cowhide whip aside casually, stepped up to Dazai Osamu, and searched all the silver needles on his body, preventing him from unlocking and escaping.

He pressed close to Dazai Osamu's ear, his warm breath passed, and it was an extremely numb voice: "Then you stay here for the rest of your life, and never think about going out."

"And your company, I will take all the projects you funded, and I will let you go bankrupt and ruin your family!"

The hot feeling on his body made Osamu Dazai gradually excited.

It seems that only in this way can he know why he is alive, or he can know that he is still alive in this world.

Looking at the back of Akutagawa leaving, Osamu Dazai smiled softly and shook his head somewhat helplessly.

In this world, who can depend on whom?Who is whose hope?

Everything has endless variables, and the best thing is to stand on the top of the strong, to be the one above the others, not...to be a subsidiary of a certain person.

Ah.

Who deserves it?

After Akutagawa left, he sent several masters of gymnastics to surround him, wishing to completely seal the entire dungeon.

pat.

The chain slipped, and Osamu Dazai sat on the cold and wet ground, rubbing his sore hands.

Sure enough, he was still afraid of pain.

The option of being whipped to death can be completely removed from his world.

Counting the time, he has been locked up for a whole day.

No water, no food, no WiFi, very boring.

stab.

The iron door was pushed open from the outside, and Osamu Dazai couldn't help but close his eyes in the long darkness.

The people on the steps seemed to be stunned, and laughed casually:

"Heh, it's fine if you destroy it, so you don't have to mess around and get annoyed when you look at people."

When a familiar voice sounded, Osamu Dazai felt relieved.

The corner of his mouth raised slightly, and after he got used to the light, he smiled and looked at Zhongya Zhongyuan.

"Wang!"

"..."

A crisp cry flashed across, and the smile on Dazai Osamu's face gradually froze.

His expression fluctuated, and colorful lights appeared on his cheeks.

"roll."

Osamu Dazai was out of breath, swearing directly, turned over and shrank himself in the corner.