Chapter 92: One sentence made my younger self sick for 108 days

Chapter 92 One sentence made my younger self sick for 108 days

"What happened?"

The sword men can teleport back to Honmaru at any time, just let them carry the people back. Chigenmaku vaguely felt the teleportation, but before he saw the sword, he was frightened by Dazai Osamu, who looked like a kitten with a menacing look on his face.

Dazai Osamu's face looked unusually grim. He glanced at him dimly, with an expression as if he wanted to say something but looked so unlucky.

After a while, Ji Zhen, the sword used to move people, finally arrived, carrying a naked man with only a child's blanket covering his key parts.

“…”

Facing Dazai Osamu's accusing and resentful gaze, Chigenmaku seemed to understand.

"Time" fell asleep when he was seven years old. He had been asleep for so many years that the time inside was faster than the outside world. His previous clothes had been stretched to pieces long ago, but none of them had considered this.

When Dazai Osamu pushed the door open and looked inside without any preparation, he really wanted to poke his eyes out at that moment.

Although this is also myself, who would want to see their future body? Still naked!

Work injury, you can really report it, you will definitely get stye, okay?

He is going to explode with rage.

He was too lazy to even go to other rooms to find clothes for people. He just got a quilt to wrap them up and quickly had the swords teleported back to Honmaru. Before the other swords could even stand, he rushed out and hid behind the Sengenbaku like a frightened cat.

...Not really.

Considering that he might need to be wiped after being left there for such a long time, Chigenmaku only found a piece of white cloth to cover his body below the chest, so that at least his legs would not be exposed. Dazai Osamu's expression looked a little better after seeing this.

"Sure enough, I brought it back."

Dazai Osamu didn't say anything, so Chigenmaku carefully observed the corpse.

Very amazing.

Probably at the junction of life and death, "Time" has no heartbeat, but he does not appear to be stiff. Although his body temperature is completely different from that of a normal human, his heart is warm.

His face was slightly pale, his lips were bright red, and his skin was still elastic. If one had to make a comment, this person looked very fresh, as if he had just died a second ago.

He was probably 18 years old. If "time" refers to the amount of time he experienced, then this age probably meant that he had been wandering in the repetition of time for 11 years, which was much longer than the eight years they had expected.

Sengenmaku picked up an arm. Unlike Dazai Osamu's arm which was covered with scars, this person had no scars on his body. Because he had never been exposed to the sun, his skin had a strange white color, even whiter than that of the leader who was in poor health.

Apart from these minor details, the most striking thing about "Time"'s appearance is probably that he has long hair. Dazai Osamu's hair is slightly curly black, and it will be stained with a light woody brown in the sun. Once it grows long and spreads, it will fall softly on the ears, contrasting with the skin color.

Long black hair, white skin, still bright red lips, delicate face..., the plagiarism rate is a bit high.

"Don't touch it again after the inspection." Dazai Osamu grabbed his hand with a distorted face and took him away.

"Eh?" He tilted his head in confusion.

Dazai Osamu's expression became even more distorted.

"I'm afraid he'll be too happy!"

“…”

So what exactly happened between you?

How did you, Dazai Osamu, manage to have so many different styles even though they are all the same person? And even though there are so many styles, they are so consistent in some aspects, such as hating yourself...

"But, taking a bath and getting dressed..."

"Oh!"

Dazai Osamu wanted to say something, but realized that this was not the place for a conversation, so he waved his hand to drive away the sword that had been waiting there. He deliberately walked over to close the door even though it was clearly not necessary. Relying on the ineffectiveness of the supernatural power in Honmaru, he 'accidentally' stepped on "Time". That step was so real that Chikanmu saw a footprint appear on the white cloth covered by "Time". He silently shifted his gaze and pretended that he saw nothing.

"That guy is still playing, but he doesn't look like he wants to make a big fuss, so you can proceed without worry."

Dazai Osamu came back and stepped on it again.

Chijianmu saw that "time" seemed to bounce a little, probably because it stepped on some joint.

Then, Dazai Osamu walked straight up to him, stretched out his hand to him, and looked at him solemnly and seriously with an expression as if nothing had happened.

"Your blood."

“…”

Qian Jianmu slowly shifted his gaze and looked at him with a subtle expression.

"He can't die anyway, right?" Dazai Osamu raised his hand. "So, blood."

After a long time, Qian Jianmu sighed and laughed:

"It's scary. You know so much."

**

When poisoning the predecessor of the Port Mafia, Qianjianmu took out two drops of pure black blood.

One drop will be diluted and given to Dazai Osamu and Ozaki Koyo to give to the predecessor when they have the chance to take it, and one drop will be kept as a reserve. Later, when Senmaku talked with Dazai Osamu, the spare drop of blood was returned to Senmaku.

The explanation given by Chimamoku is: "It can make the user go berserk."

But since this matter was handled by Dazai Osamu, he could not be the complete executor. He was not the kind of person who would do nothing and let things he did not understand happen. Such unfamiliarity would give him a sense of insecurity.

So he conducted a private study, which started out as a small experiment to satisfy his curiosity.

He hid the remaining undiluted 'poison' and the diluted 'poison', and before returning to the shrine, he fed the diluted and normal states to two white mice. The two white mice indeed became agitated, just as Chijianmaku said. So he temporarily put his mind at ease, took the spare test tube, and went back to talk to Qian Jianmu.

In order to prevent the white rat from becoming restless when he was away, he placed a video recorder to record it.

During that meeting, Qian Jianmu did not notice his actions. When he showed eagerness to drink the blood, he gently but unquestioningly confiscated the test tube. Judging from the fact that he never mentioned his behavior again, he never suspected whether the boy opposite him had any tricks up his sleeve.

However, subsequent new discoveries allowed Dazai Osamu to continue his experiments.

He is not a good person. Exploration and testing are his instincts.

That night, the one of the two white mice with diluted blood died, while the other was in normal condition and even regained the behavior patterns of a normal mouse. However, this mouse had no heartbeat and was in a state of living death.

He retrieved the video and by comparing the time, he realized two key things.

First, the moment he showed his desire to drink the blood, the originally manic white rat suddenly became docile. (Controlled)

Secondly, the two mice committed suicide shortly after he left the room, but the white mouse that drank the pure blood miraculously recovered to normal even though its neck was broken. (die?)

Qianjianmu did hide some things, for example, the blood might not be a poison, but a medium of control. He issues commands through blood, and the creatures under his control will act according to his orders.

The time when the white mouse returned to normal was when Qian Jianmu was worried that he might commit suicide. Chigenmaku didn't say anything, but secretly canceled the manic order to prevent Dazai Osamu from committing suicide secretly. But he didn't expect that Dazai had already conducted an investigation, and his sympathy for Dazai led to the exposure of his "control".

And the other thing he kept secret: why dilution was needed.

Dazai later used the remaining blood for other studies. He was very careful and only looked for juvenile small mammals. He finally came to a conclusion.

Animals that take pure blood will have their bodies taken over at the moment of death and will be resurrected, but as the walking dead.

For example, the last instruction left by Qian Jianmu was "normal life". For mice, the minimum requirements for a normal life are food, sleep, and proper exercise.

So the little white mouse showed very stereotyped behavior, as if living was a job. It lost all perception of cold, heat, hunger, fullness and pain, and showed extremely terrifying and strong aggressiveness towards anything that hindered its work.

Recovery does have a certain effect. After several injuries, when the mouse was completely unable to recover, it died completely.

Dazai Osamu drew blood from the mice and sent it for testing, and selected the most expensive one. The report I received stated that there was some special substance in the blood, but it was impossible to detect what it was.

He didn't investigate further after that, and the few samples he had were used up.

Dazai Osamu fully understood why the Sengenmaku concealed the function of blood.

Finally, he ended the investigation silently and quietly. All experimental props were cleared away, the bodies of the rats and the report itself were burned, and time was taken to set fire to the database of the testing center, clearing out all possible backups, and then pretending that nothing had happened.

Dazai Osamu chose to keep the secret and remain silent about it forever.

For a while, he looked at Qianjianmaku with a strange look, so he found a place to live on Leibo Street and wandered around for a long time.

Not long after, he met Mori Ogai.

**

It’s a sensitive point when people around you are investigating your secrets. But Qian Jianmu's reaction to being 'seen through' and 'investigated' is completely different from that of normal people, as if the concept of 'privacy' does not exist in his mind. He even enjoys the feeling of having his secrets discovered. For example, when Edogawa Ranpo saw through him, he did not feel offended but instead found it very interesting.

He was the same at this moment. He stared at Dazai Osamu with great interest for a while. He really wanted to ask Dazai Osamu when he found out, and also wanted to ask Dazai Osamu if he was afraid of this. However, he did not ask anything, but changed the subject happily:

"Give it to him? Is it okay?"

"As long as they don't die, that's fine, right?" He paused, a trace of disgust showing on his face again: "It also prevents this pervert from causing trouble in the future."

Thinking of the shocking word "third base", Dazai gritted his teeth.

Not wanting to know what exactly happened, Chigenmaku acquiesced, muttering to himself and turning around to look for props.

"...I don't think he could have imagined that it could be used here..."

There was no suitable utensil around, so he simply took an empty teacup from the table and placed it on the table, then pulled open his loose collar to reveal the scar on his heart.

He was so decisive that when Dazai saw him pull out a short knife and stab Scar, he was completely unable to react.

“……!”

The blade had not penetrated very deeply, and unusually little blood had flowed from the wound. A few drops of black viscous liquid flowed down the blade and dripped into the teacup. After a thin layer of blood accumulated, the young man pulled out the dagger with his backhand. After a little blood oozed out of the cut, which was not very serious to begin with, the bleeding stopped and healed at an incredible speed.

Dazai looked at the cup of blood, his mind going blank.

This person is so generous after he starts talking! ! Not hiding at all! !

There is a kind of broken-jar-gone-bare-pot aesthetic that says "now that you know it all, it's up to you." Even if he had confronted Qian Jianmu after he had used up the samples, Qian Jianmu could have given him more while admiring his amazing skills, and let him play around and tell him the results.

So who was he hiding this for in the past?

"…I'm just worried about causing panic. If I don't give orders, the people who are infected won't even realize they've been infected. It's unsettling to have such people around."

Dazai Osamu looked up and saw the white-haired young man picking up the cup and walking towards "Time". Only then did he realize that he had said it out loud.

"But because I rarely use it, I would have forgotten it if you hadn't mentioned it..." The young man lowered his eyes and half-knelt beside Time. Because his back was facing away from Dazai Osamu, Dazai Osamu could not see his expression clearly and could only hear his low sigh.

In fact, Chigenmaku's mood was a little subtle.

He hadn't thought about the past for some time. After changing the world and goals, he stopped thinking about those things for the time being.

The existence of this thing is purely for protection, just like the original purpose of giving this thing to the person was to let him protect himself for as long as he could.

The secondary purpose was a bit more bizarre, mixed with some not-so-bright personal feelings.

——The person who has the desire for control ingrained in his bones hopes to be completely controlled by him while controlling him.

Then he succeeded.

But Sengenmaku did not lie to Dazai Osamu. This thing was indeed a poison in the early days, but after the death of its owner, the concept of absolute "control" was derived.

Before they die, a small amount can be used to tame ferocious subordinates. Like a virus, it gradually devours the victim's mind, transforming humans into loyal dogs that ignore ethics and morals and only care about their masters. But it is also because of this that the person has been a loner since he was a teenager, never getting close to anyone, and growing up alone into an extraordinary young man amidst eyes filled with fear or hatred.

Because he doesn't have much, his desire to control what he has is terrifying.

He was a little absent-minded, but it did not delay Qianjianmu from doing his work. He helped the long-haired young man up and poured blood from the cup. The cup was very small and blood flowed from the cup into the corner of his mouth.

He seldom gave people this kind of thing to drink, but he never expected that drinking blood directly would be so overbearing. Before I took the cup away, Time opened its eyes.

The pale young man opened his iris-colored eyes, looking at him quietly and empty, calmly.

Sengenmaku let go of his hand, stood up, and returned to Dazai Osamu.

Without anyone to support it, "Time" swayed unsteadily, but soon found the right angle and supported its body to sit up.

His expression was one of pure white tranquility, his slightly curly long hair brushed across his face and fell to his waist. He looked in their direction meekly. It was clearly an action of following, but there was not the slightest curiosity or exploration in his expression. He was just "looking", purely "looking".

From this point of view, apart from the identical face, he doesn't even look like 'Dazai Osamu' at all.

Dazai Osamu looked at the young man's actions and judged that this "person" had no thoughts of his own at the moment. He breathed a sigh of relief, but frowned inexplicably.

This state...

"What do you want him to do?"

His unformed thoughts were suddenly interrupted. Dazai Osamu turned his head to observe the way Senjianmu looked at that person. There was no special emotion in his eyes, as if he was looking at a dead object.

"Is anything okay?" Dazai Osamu suddenly felt that there was nothing to worry about and smiled.

"Anything is fine... If it's too much, go find a room by yourself and clean it up yourself afterwards. Don't get too tired..."

Chigenmaku's original intention was to clean up the dismemberment himself so that it wouldn't look ugly with blood everywhere, but he didn't expect Dazai Osamu's face to suddenly turn black and green.

"…Let him take a bath."

Dazai gnashed his teeth, his face gloomy, his disdainful gaze almost solidified:

"Let him put on his clothes and rot quietly somewhere out of the way. I don't want to touch him at all!"

"……well?"

What, what happened… ?

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