If I could go back in time, I would immediately go back and strangle myself for talking nonsense.

What on earth am I thinking! What on earth am I saying!

How could I make a mistake in my words at such an important moment?

I could even feel the question mark that Zai Zi was slowly typing.

Say something, I moved my throat - trying to force myself to say something.

However, I didn't have the chance to organize the language anymore.

Zaizi stood up slowly. His stature, which was a head taller than mine, was quite intimidating—especially since I was still sitting and couldn't stand up for various reasons.

Weak legs, you know what I mean?

I looked up at him, trying to force a smile to ease the awkward atmosphere, but I didn't breathe properly and just let out a "huh".

I actually laughed at him?!

Zaizi looked even more unfathomable, and the atmosphere around him solidified at a very obvious speed - even visible to the naked eye, making it impossible to breathe.

...Yes, I can't catch my breath, and I will laugh at him, but it's also his own fault!

Convincing myself, I propped up my chin with my hand to make myself look like I had everything under control.

"... Repeat it once?" Zaizi smiled.jpg

I chose to change my words or stick to what I had said. I also knew that it was pointless to cover my ears and steal the bell.

I could only bite the bullet and yell again, "Daddy."

Zaizi lifted my chin with his hand, clenched it with two fingers, and then looked my face left and right, as if he was looking at something, and then raised his eyebrows with some disgust.

“Tsk, don’t use Chuuya’s face to make that expression.”

What's wrong with my expression?

Too nervous?

In order to ease my embarrassment, I tried my best to empty my mind. In order to avoid meeting Zaizi's eyes, I didn't dare to focus directly on his face.

Isn't that enough?

Is it because I acted too dull and naive?

But, does the way he expressed himself mean that... he accepted my identity?

As I was thinking quickly, suddenly my chin seemed to be electrocuted - not in an artistic sense, but in the physical sense.

It's not painful, but it's a little subtle.

I looked at Zaizi and found him rubbing his two fingers. He frowned slightly and then relaxed. "Interesting."

This time, I won’t complain in my heart.

It's just that everyone is a mystery teller. I've been mentally prepared for it.

I reached into Zaizi's clothes, wanting to take the notebook back while his mind might be distracted.

As a result, Zaizi backhandedly grabbed my hand that wanted to control my fate with a "Taijutsu Middle and Lower" and stopped it. "How can a righteous partner do such a sneaky thing?"

...Listen, is this what you should say?

My surprise and question marks were quite obvious, but Zaizi didn't feel ashamed at all.

He pinched my wrist and moved half his body to the side, directing his strength toward the bed, and with his other hand he grabbed the pillow by the neck and lifted it up.

This wave is called, I pinch myself.

"And this?"

I followed my own settings, so my current situation is that I am on my own bed with my daddy's picture pillow...

Ah this——Why do I suddenly feel like I have entered the Haitang Channel from the Jinjiang Channel!

I swallowed and wondered who would take the blame for me.

Black pot...

Then it must be done by the son himself. Whoever provides the embarrassing problem will be responsible.

So I raised my head and stared into Zaizi's eyes, conveying my intention to him in the way of a riddle teller.

——It’s you.

It was you who gave me the pillow - who else could make Zaizi look so sad?

If I am the chosen son of the Twin Blacks, then my appearance here must have been through time travel. Who made me travel through time?

It’s slaughter.

You see, this is not the script of the Son of Slaughter, it is the script of the Son of Slaughter from another world - after all, as long as I have the character setting in my own hands, no matter how absurd it is, there will be a mystery teller who can figure it out on his own!

I firmly believe that the only one who can fight against Dazai is Dazai.

Of course, I believe that Zaizi can easily see through the lies, but what I said is not a lie. The guy who bought the pillow was also wearing some cosplay products in the store, although it was a bit messy, but he did wear a fake fur of Zaizi.

If I can travel through time because of a pair of colored contact lenses, then he can also travel through time because of a wig.

If I convince myself, I am stating the facts.

Even in the eyes of the butcher, my expression was impeccable.

"I bought it from--" I didn't say anything else, but hinted more firmly and winked at Zaizi.

——From you.

“Huh?” Even Zaizi didn’t expect me to answer like that. Who can sell their own “special” pillow to their own child?

If I were the one being accused, I would definitely be able to refute it immediately and firmly - I won't! But Zaizi seemed to have really thought about the possibility of doing so.

As expected, he is the man who, along with Goto Neko, is known for never doing anything OOC.

It's just a small matter of selling your own happiness.

He thought about it, took out the notebook that should be full of mosaics from his pocket, and said with some difficulty: "No, this one..."

I looked away and nodded with a very regretful expression.

That's right, your private affairs can only be handled by you personally.

His doubt about himself lasted only a moment, and his loss of composure happened in the blink of an eye.

My "killer instinct" kicked in, and I realized that this moment of him adjusting his position was my best chance to get the book back.

The adrenaline rush from facing the butcher gave me great courage, and I rushed forward to grab the notebook.

Although it is not easy to buy this book drawn by the lady, and although this book was brought by me from another world and might cause problems if destroyed, after experiencing Zaizi's death gaze, I chose to take the risk. I don't want to be socially dead again.

I must find a way to physically destroy it!

However, I obviously underestimated Zaizi's flexibility and his somewhat erratic fighting ability.

Dazai's □□ taijutsu is of medium to low level, but he can beat Akutagawa. And at 15 minutes and 7 seconds in the seventh episode of the first season of the anime, he escaped from a strong man and landed handsomely from a high place. Dazai nimbly dodged my first attack.

Let's go all out. Although I don't have the advantage of height, I have the advantage of weight!

When people are embarrassed to a certain extent, they will break through certain barriers. As long as I lose face, no one can make me keep digging my feet on the floor.

I pushed him down on the bed. Although I lacked skills, I felt that my body should be stronger than Zaizi's!

...Ah!

Zaizi gave me a scissors kick without caring much about his image. After taking away my strength, he turned over and pressed me down on the bed.

Or the one where I'm face down.

And there was Zaizi's pillow under me.

In the real version, the upper and lower parts are "male", or are the upper and lower parts "killer"?

He clamped my arms from behind and pressed his knees on my waist. My waist is sensitive. Every time my friend tried to persuade me to accompany him to cosplay, he did it by rubbing it. I couldn't use any strength in my lower body. Half of my body was even numb because my left side was sore because of the right hand that was twisted behind my back.

Is this a skilled player?

I made a mistake in my judgment. I was only thinking about the bastards in the anime who were always beaten up, but I forgot that a nerd like me could not possibly have any power to defeat this former Mafia leader.

When it comes to cruelty, I can't be more cruel than him.

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It's really a case of trying to steal a chicken but ending up losing the rice.

I have to think about asking for mercy - before things get any worse.

I absolutely, absolutely do not want to be interrogated in this position!

"So now..." Dazai Osamu leaned down, and I could imagine what the situation was like now!

"Let's get started - grown-ups time?"

What kind of vicious words are these, especially in this posture!

My mouth trembled, and the words were about to burst out of my lips, when suddenly there was a loud noise!

"Bang!"

The main door and the small door inside were kicked away fiercely. There was even some smoke and dust in the room. A signature voice with a hint of opera twang was heard.

"Ta-zai-"

I heard his voice before I saw him.

Chuuya's 1.8-meter-long legs stretched in first, blocking my vision and half of my face was pressed on the pillow.

"You stole the labor payroll card again..."

I clearly felt Zaizi's body stiffen behind me, and when I looked in, the atmosphere had truly dropped to freezing point.

Suddenly, the Zaizi gene hidden in my body played an unprecedented role.

I forced myself to hold back two tears, turned my head with difficulty to look at Chuuya, and then softly, hesitantly said -

“Hmm——”