The day when I was favored by my brothers

When he saw this line of text, it meant that the subscription rate of the little angel was not enough and he needed to wait for seventy-two hours. In the dream, he was in a spooky old house, with an almost endless corridor in front of him.

The dim lights flickered on and off. He looked around and found that there was a cold wall behind him.

The oppressive atmosphere continued to flow from the building, overwhelming him.

This long corridor leading to an unspeakable place is the only way left.

Where is this place?

After thinking for a moment, he chose to move forward.

The walls here are mottled and the wooden floors are old, making strange noises when you walk on them.

There was deathly silence all around, only the sound of his footsteps echoed in the air.

I don't know how long it took, but he finally stopped.

He reached the end of the corridor.

This is an iron door that is incompatible with the ancient house. The door is covered with dense and messy charms and seals, some of which are even yellowed and rotten. The whole door seems to have been splashed with blood, showing a mottled and dark scarlet color.

.

There is a small iron window in the middle of the iron gate. Through the fence, you can only see darkness and nothingness as thick as night.

Obviously, there seems to be a terrible monster sealed in the room behind the door.

He heard a few heavy "ding-ding" sounds suddenly coming from the fragmented darkness cut by the iron railings, like the sound of iron chains colliding with each other, breaking the silence.

——The monster is aware of his presence.

Zhongyuan Zhongya subconsciously took a step back, mobilized his supernatural powers, and nervously put himself in a state of preparation for war.

After the sound of the iron chain over there rumbled for a while, it paused thoughtfully.

"Hey, who's in here?" Zhongyuan Zhongya frowned, stared at the movement inside the bars, and shouted in a deep voice: "Don't pretend to be a ghost!"

As a cadre of the Port Mafia, the Gravity User who makes Yokohama fearful, even if he is in a dream, Nakahara will always remain vigilant.

There was no harsh roar from the monster as expected.

After he asked this question, about half a minute later, a cautious, soft and waxy girl's voice finally came from the room.

"...are you my brother?"

ha?

Zhongyuan Zhongya almost thought that he heard it wrong. His expression was so astonished that "what the hell" was almost written on his face.

The voice repeated tentatively: "Are you my brother?"

At this time, Zhongyuan Zhongya finally realized that he had heard correctly.

The child inside asked such nonsensical questions.

Because he was confused in his heart, his reply was a little stiff: "No."

The voice paused and asked softly: "Then...can you be my brother?"

This time, Zhongyuan Zhongya denied it flatly: "No."

"..." The voice in the room was silent for a while, and asked him timidly in a tone of suppressing tears: "Why, why can't you?"

Zhongyuan Zhongya doesn't like crying children.

He sighed, tried his best to hold back his impatience, and explained to the child inside: "I don't have parents. I have long been used to being alone. I am not good at taking care of children at all. I don't need a sister, let alone being your brother."

.”

In the room, the sound of iron chains clanking could be heard for a while.

"But Xiao Mo will be very well-behaved and doesn't need anyone to take care of her. She can be a good little sister."

The child who called himself Xiao Mo asked persistently: "Can you be my brother?"

"No matter how many times you ask, this sentence will never work."

Zhongyuan Zhongya replied stiffly.

Rather than leaving others with unrealistic hopes, it is better to reject them directly.

Now he can clearly realize that he is in a dream.

In a dream, you don't need to worry about the consequences of anything you do, let alone feel guilty for a kid in a dream.

But...this inexplicable dream has lasted too long, right?

Gee, how long will it take for him to wake up? Will he be late for tomorrow's morning shift?

After the kid in the room was rejected by him, he finally stopped asking any more questions and became aggrieved and quiet.

"Hello."

Zhongyuan Zhong also carefully observed his surroundings, thought for a moment, and then raised his hand to knock on the iron door covered with seals.

"Are you willing to be my brother?"

That soft voice seemed to be encouraged. She put aside her negative emotions for a moment and came over to ask with a little excitement.

"No, I just want to ask you if you know how to get out of here?" Zhongyuan Zhongya replied.

Even if he couldn't wake up from his dream, he didn't want to stay in this strange corridor anymore.

This ancient mansion gave him a rather uncomfortable feeling from beginning to end.

"...Brother, do you want to get out of here?" the child in the room asked softly.

"yes."

"Then wait a moment."

The iron chain rattled for a while, and then a small hand stretched out from the iron door and stopped in front of Nakahara Chuuya.

The skin of this hand was so pale that it was almost sickly. The wrist and back of the hand were covered with dense whip marks and scars, and there were blood drops oozing out from the new wounds. The scars were of varying depths, which was shocking.

When looking back, the end of the slender forearm is a circle of shackles that are almost embedded in the skin, and behind it is a heavy iron chain that is almost as thick as her wrist.

When he saw this arm covered with wounds, Nakahara Chuuya's eyes seemed to be burned for a moment, and his heart beat suddenly.

The clenched little hand spread out in front of him, revealing a piece of talisman paper with strange fonts on it.

"Brother, as long as you get it, you can go out."

The voice didn't notice anything strange and continued to speak to him in a soft, gentle tone.

"..."

However, Nakahara Chuya felt as if his throat was choked by something, and he was silent for a long time, unable to respond to the child's words.

Even in Sister Hongye's torture room, he had never seen such horrific scars on the prisoners.

What kind of vicious guy could do such a thing to such a young child?

"What's wrong?" The little hand tried to stretch out in front of him again, but because the chain was stuck on the iron railing and could not move forward, he had to stop and said patiently: "Brother, hurry up and take it.

Just take it and you can go out."

"..." Zhongyuan Zhong couldn't bear to see this hand stay in front of him for too long, so he reached out and took the piece of talisman paper.

When his fingertips touched the girl's palm, he found that the child's skin was terrifyingly cold.

Holding the talisman in his hand tightly and looking at the hand that was struggling to retract, Zhongyuan Zhongya hesitated for a while and asked: "Who did these injuries...?"

"Injury?" The voice paused slightly, and then replied with a smile: "It's okay, it will be fine soon."

"Who did it?" Zhongyuan Zhongya repeated it again.

"..."

After a long time, the child in the room finally spoke.

"...They all said that Xiao Mo is not a good boy." The child's voice trembled slightly, and he suddenly sped up and explained in a panic: "But Xiao Mo is really good and never does bad things..."

"who are they?"

Zhongyuan Zhongya clenched the talisman and asked while holding back his anger.

——Knowing that he is in a dream, he still feels disgust and sympathy for the characters in the dream.

There are also such people in the Central Plains.

"They are the adults of this family, and the master of the family..." The voice gradually lowered its voice, and then smiled softly: "Brother, it's time for you to go."

"Um?"

"That..." In Zhongyuan Zhongya's ears, the soft and sweet voice became softer and softer, like floating clouds swaying leisurely in the sky. He asked in an almost humble tone: "Will you come back?"

What's the meaning?

Zhongyuan Zhongya was slightly startled. Before he could make any response, the next second, he suddenly opened his eyes.

...This is the dormitory of the Port Mafia building.

He woke up from his dream.

In front of him was an enlarged, smiling face.

His partner Dazai Osamu, after seeing him open his eyes, gave him an exaggerated worried expression: "Chuuya! I saw that you seemed to be having a nightmare and in pain, so I woke you up.

, how about it? Am I rich and loved by my companions? Do I not have to pay back the bill you paid for me at the bar last month? "

This guy kept chattering for a long time, but the focus is actually on the last sentence.

"...Who asked you to come to my room? Get out."

Nakahara Chuuya was very angry when he woke up. He stared at the past with his ice-blue eyes without any warmth, and he could throw the word "get out" to Dazai Osamu without any hesitation in almost the next second.

"Ah, don't be so cold, Chuuya, how long have we been partners..."

Chuuya impatiently picked up Dazai Osamu's collar, used gravity to throw the guy out of his dormitory with a plop, and then slammed the door hard.

"Stinky slug, you have such a bad temper——!" Osamu Dazai rubbed his butt and stood up. He mumbled loudly and complained to Chuuya's dormitory while suppressing a laugh.

, he threw the remaining half tube of paint into the trash can.

Prank successful√

Zhongyuan Zhong, who stayed in the room, was rarely in the mood to pay attention to his noisy partner. He leaned against the door and was stunned for a moment. He raised his hand to rub his painful temples and realized that he still remembered the strange dream he had just now.

.

He raised his hand and looked at the right hand that was holding the talisman. Although it was empty, he keenly discovered some residual red blood on his fingertips.

...!

Her eyes were dull and empty, even without any color at all, and she walked straight to the center where the cursed spirits were gathered.

Already... not worth being forgiven.

Little by little, I fell into the abyss.

Jealousy, hatred, paranoia.

...It was her emotional creation that attracted these monsters.

so……

Being collectively devoured by these monsters... is probably the most suitable ending for me.

It hurt, it was so dark, it was so cold, I couldn't even recall my mother's face clearly.

At the last moment when her consciousness disappeared, what was going through her mind was--

That child, that child who took the initiative to reach out to her, that child who was once willing to trust her unconditionally... was he also in such despair when he was imprisoned in the secret room?

"Huh?"

This is the first time that the young conjurer, who has always adhered to the principle of self-reliance in heaven and earth and will never back down from anything, encounters such an unexpected situation.