Chapter 86 Chapter 86 The Master of God

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Karasuma Renya seemed to be in poor health. After just a few words, the color on his face disappeared completely and he was coughing so hard that he couldn't speak.

Considering that he is already a hundred and fifty years old, this is probably normal.

He was speechless, turned around and waved, and several expressionless women walked in silently from outside the door.

One of them pushed his wheelchair and left behind Mo Shiyu.

The others set up the table for Mo Shiyu, placing a light egg custard and a bowl of water in front of him, but no spoon on the plate.

“…”

Mo Shiyu couldn't move his hands and looked at them silently. They didn't move either, turned around and retreated.

The door was closed silently.

Mo Shiyu moved his hands that were handcuffed to the bedpost, but did not eat. He leaned against the edge of the bed, thinking about the old man's purpose.

He had no intention of escaping. Testing Karasuma Renye's thoughts was much more important than the matter in Slovakia.

However, Karasuma Renye did not send Mo Shiyu to the laboratory, but imprisoned him here, which was beyond Mo Shiyu's expectation.

Could it be that he already knows Mo Shiyu's body well enough that he no longer needs to rely on instruments to explore it?

But even Mo Shiyu himself didn't know what the current condition of his body was.

Mo Shiyu had a bad premonition - first it was Bai Lan, then it was Dazai Osamu... Could it be that this old guy also had some memories of the future?

He had seen Mirai being forced to wear the pus-oozing ring by Karasuma Renya, and judging from his subsequent collapse, this was obviously not a good thing for him.

Karasuma Renya definitely has no good intentions.

Unfortunately, the old man left too quickly, and Mo Shiyu didn't find out anything, nor did he know whether the pus-oozing ring was already in his hand.

Speaking of pus-oozing rings... Bai Lan also has one, which is part of 7 to the power of 3. Like the "book", it is the cornerstone of the world.

She Yu had seen the ring that Bai Lan sealed, which was the Zhang Yang gem embedded in the wings.

But in Mo Shiyu's memory, the ring on his hand was of a more ancient type.

This was clearly the setting of the tutor, so why did it fall into the hands of Karasuma Renya?

Although we don’t know what will happen in the future, as a dark shadow spanning two centuries, the leader of the organization is definitely not someone that ordinary people can deal with.

Karasuma Renya didn't hurt him, but just left him here. What exactly did he want to do?

***

Time passes by every second.

After staying there for so long, Mo Shiyu almost lost the concept of the passage of time.

The decoration here is extremely luxurious, but it has a decadent smell and is as cold as an ice cellar.

He was wearing only a white shirt, his legs were bare, and he had no bedding, only a black sheet beneath him.

Mo Shiyu's lips turned blue with coldness, and he had the illusion that he was buried alive in a luxurious ancient tomb.

Not a single person.

Fortunately, there was a vest outside who shared the view with him, so his spirit was not tense to the point of being unbearable.

Mo Shiyu was drowsy when the door was finally opened again.

He woke up with a start and looked over there.

"Sorry for the long wait." Uramaru Renye pushed the wheelchair in again. He held Mo Shiyu's hand that was hanging in the handcuffs, kissed him again, and touched his hair.

"Forgive me for not being able to chat with you all the time because of my poor health."

Karasuma Renya's hands and his kiss were both warm, like the only warm things in the room.

Mo Shiyu didn't stop him.

He was shivering with cold and couldn't resist the opportunity to get some warmth.

"Boss, how long are you going to keep me locked up?"

"After you get enough rest." The handsome man in his early 30s said softly.

"Why don't you eat? You will get sick." He asked after looking at the untouched food in front of Mo Shiyu.

Mo Shiyu tilted his head and smiled, moving his hands that were tied to the headboard, "I can't eat like this."

"Besides, there wasn't even a spoon."

"You can do it." Karasuma Renya leaned over and said softly, "Put your face down and swallow like a puppy or kitten. Isn't that how you survived before?"

Mo Shiyu's eyes suddenly turned cold. He moved closer to the other person, his mouth baring his fangs like a wolf. "One moment you comfort me with words, the next moment you humiliate me. Are you schizophrenic? Do you know what you want to do?"

In contrast to Mo Shiyu's aggressiveness, Uramaru Renye's expression was calm and there was even a reassuring warmth and kindness in his eyes.

"I hope you can rest well, eat well, and sleep well. You know, old people want these things for their children."

Eat well and sleep well?

Mo Shiyu's breathing was a little trembling, not only because of the cold, but also because of anger.

What on earth does this person want to do?

He is different from the Doctor, and different from Gin...

Wise, mature, and gentle. This is the character he shows.

But he used such a tone, completely disrespecting Mo Shiyu's personality.

Even though he knew it was a disguise, Mo Shiyu couldn't see through what was behind it.

Karasuma Renya left again.

The expressionless woman came in, replaced the cold food, and brought out steaming new dishes, placing them in front of him.

It's dumplings and a bowl of water.

Still no chopsticks or spoon.

Mo Shiyu lowered his head and stared at the two bowls in front of him, his eyes gloomy and cold. Some extreme emotions were intertwined in his heart, but he forcibly suppressed them.

…

After not eating or drinking for a long time, and being in a temperature that was not freezing but very torturous, even the pain became numb. Mo Shiyu didn't even notice that his wrist was bleeding from being rubbed by himself until Wuhuan Renye came again and held his wrist with pity.

The mafia boss lowered his eyes gently, rubbing with his fingertips, wiping away the blood dripping from the purple wound, applying medicine on him, and wrapping the part connecting his wrist and handcuffs with clean gauze.

"The edges of the handcuffs are sharp. I should have thought of wrapping them with soft cloth earlier. I'm sorry." He said guiltily.

“…”

Mo Shiyu's chin was lifted up, and he watched the other person wipe his face, body, and limbs with a warm, wet towel, and apply ointment on his cold, pale skin. He smelled a faint fragrance.

Karasuma Renya's eyes are a very pure black.

In the brief eye contact, Mo Shiyu had an illusion of being cherished. He even wanted to beg the other party to stay when he left.

It was as if he had been fed poison, which seeped into his internal organs and gave him the illusion of happiness and warmth.

At this moment, Karasuma Renya didn't move at all, as if he was silently encouraging something.

But Mo Shiyu finally lowered his eyes.

Not a word was said.

In an instant, the flesh on the man's cheek tightened slightly, as if he was gritting his teeth.

Karasuma Renya left again.

The room became gloomy and quiet again. Mo Shiyu curled up his legs to keep warm and counted down with his eyes lowered.

Four more days to go, one week.

It doesn’t matter, just wait.

Let’s see who can’t hold on in the end.

After meeting the future Dazai Osamu, Mo Shiyu has always had a question.

The Black Organization is just an organization without any superpowers. Why didn’t the future Dazai Osamu and Byakuran destroy it?

Mo Shiyu wanted to know the reason why he would fail in the future, but he couldn't wait until the future to find out, because it would be too late then.

Karasuma Renya, what are you hiding?

Mo Shiyu is not alone, he has a vest accompanying him.

He had no intention of escaping, the vest was ready for him.

***

About another 12 hours passed.

The body is approaching its limit.

If he doesn't drink water, Mo Shiyu will die.

But others seem to care more about his life than he does.

This time, when Karasuma Renya entered, he brought several expressionless women with him. One woman removed the cold steamed buns and bowl of water from before her and placed a metal box in their place.

"I am amazed by your willpower." Karasuma Renye said slowly.

"Thank you." Mo Shiyu said hoarsely.

"That's not a compliment." Karasuma Renye shook his head regretfully, "People who are too stubborn will suffer a lot."

"But I don't blame you. You were born this way. I know you very well." Karasuma Renya caressed his cold hair hanging on the bed with pity. "You have a beautiful and attractive appearance, but the heart of an incorruptible bitch. For the sake of freedom, you can abandon everything, use anyone, and crush others' sincerity into the ground. You will never, ever give in."

Mo Shiyu breathed softly and smiled faintly, "...Have we met before?"

"I think I've seen it before." Uramaru Renye smiled.

"I really like you, from the first moment I saw you."

He lowered his head and rested his forehead against Mo Shiyu's shoulder, like a sinner confessing to a statue. "It's a pity to think that I won't be able to see you as lively as you are now in the future."

He took out a pink syringe from the box.

"..." Mo Shiyu's pupils dilated silently. He struggled hard against the handcuffs, but the ordinary handcuffs ignited purple flames the next moment.

It’s not hot, but it makes it impossible to escape.

This is the flame of family education...

Amid the crisp sound of handcuffs colliding, he looked up at the man who was approaching, "What? What is this!"

Karasuma Renya approached him with a syringe and whispered, "Gin is a cruel killer, but he didn't do a good enough job with you. He wants to take it slow, to conquer you while retaining your personal will."

"But he doesn't know that for a bitch like you with a cruel temper, taking it slow and steady won't work. Only by constantly punishing and brainwashing you without even a breath can you remember who your master is. To do this, I have to use some methods myself."

He leaned over and, without hesitation, pierced the sharp needle into the skin. The liquid medicine was absorbed into the body as it was pushed forward. His soft voice melted into the air, "It's okay to cry."

“…”

Mo Shiyu's breathing became rapid, and his pale face turned red, a red that was full of sickness.

His whole body was shaking, his fingers were clenched tightly on the bedpost, and his calves and abdomen were twitching slightly in what he didn't know was pain or something else.

"The mind is withdrawn and the soul is inverted." Uramaru Renya said word by word.

"I didn't want to use this shot. It's too early for you now. Unfortunately, you're too patient."

"However, there are some things that cannot be avoided. You must take this shot. It's your life."

He leaned down and looked straight into Mo Shiyu's dazed gray eyes.

"My cat, you should love me, miss me, and stay with me for the rest of your life."

"You are a god, and I am the master of the god."