Open a pit, open a pit——↓
Dazai stood on the top of the building, with only happiness and joy in his eyes. After easily crossing the guardrail, facing the wind, Dazai opened his arms like a bird.
He jumped.
The familiar smell of blood lingered in his nose.
However
Seeing the blood spreading under his body, Dazai sat up in confusion and looked at the height of the fifth floor.
? ? ?
As promised, once and for all, not only will I not die, but I won't feel any pain at all!
[A cursing handsome guy walks by]
Chuuya looked at the setting sun outside the floor-to-ceiling window, sighed that it was infinitely good, then slowly sat down, took out a bottle of red wine that had been collected for thousands, not hundreds of years, and poured a glass in the afterglow.
The rich red color sways in the glass, reflecting the golden shadow of the sun from time to time.
Chuuya took a satisfied sip.
Then he was paralyzed with pain all over his body.
Why! ? Could it be——
——The wine... Is poisonous! !
[A cursing slug rolls his eyes]
In this article, Chuuya Hara and Osamu Dazai exchange pain. It's not a superpower but a magic♂
Set up a moment of pleasure, write about the crematorium.
●Both the middle and the middle are edible and attack each other, taking the center's perspective.
No brain, no brain, no brain——
Intention: cool
