The whole world has my vest

Obviously, there is a deep organization behind John.

This mysterious organization called "Fireflies" did not show up when John died, but they only showed up when the twenty-faced monster was about to be completely destroyed.

Even if [Firefly] disappeared quickly after a short-lived flash in the pan, and even cleaned up all the last remaining codes, even if the members of the Supernatural Secret Service Division reacted, it was too late.

Tsujimura Fukatsuki, who was called to work overtime together, couldn't help sighing in frustration: "It's really like a firefly, it's fleeting."

"Whether it's fireflies or fireworks, we must also catch them."

Ango Sakaguchi pushed his glasses.

"I have a hunch that this organization will bring more troubles to Yokohama, to this country, and even to the world."

The turmoil caused by the twenty faces of the weirdo subsided completely after half a year, and the firefly disappeared as it appeared.

In the past six months, many things have happened. Several novels sent by Oda Sakunosuke to the publishing house were well received, and the publishing house even sent an editor to take care of him. Not only that, but the article "The Good Wife" was also watched by the TV station. On, ready to be adapted into a TV series.

The copyright fee he obtained made Oda Sakunosuke not need to make a living at the bottom of the port mafia, and his editor also believed that it would be more beneficial for his career as an author to concentrate on writing.

It was just a little unexpected to some people that the essays written by Osamu Dazai were also published together.

"I always feel that this article is full of contradictions and complexities of survival, full of resentment and fear, but it can still make people feel the pursuit and desire for pure ideals."

This is written in a letter sent by a reader to Osamu Dazai.

"Can literature allow people to share feelings..."

Dazai Osamu did not bother Oda Sakunosuke who was in the process of drafting.

Although Oda Sakunosuke has not completely submitted his resignation to draw a line with the port mafia, it is only a matter of time.

"I've lost all my work to that slug, and nothing interesting has happened recently. It's really boring."

"So you called me out?"

Storey, who had returned to his youthful appearance, raised his eyebrows.

"Well, because now Joshua's side is occupied by three little devils, and Oda Saku is rushing to finish the draft, so I always feel so bored——"

Osamu Dazai lay on the coffee shop table like a melting ice cube.

During this period of time, Storey absorbed Oda Sakunosuke's literary style, from a thumb-sized appearance to the current pink and jade-carved youth appearance.

"Because I'm curious, what will those corroders you mentioned look like?"

coming.

Joshua, who was manipulating the Storey vest, raised his eyebrows slightly, thinking that Dazai Osamu was able to endure until now, which was beyond his expectation.

But when you think about it, what Story said is too unimaginable, and there is nothing that can be drawn from Oda Sakunosuke. Even Dazai Osamu, who is good at reading people's hearts, can't do it. Instead, he was coaxed by Story Wrote several articles.

"Eroders, basically have no shape, but they will possess different human beings and even objects, and finally completely suck the soul and emotions of that person."

"If I had to describe it, it would be the coldness and despair that would take away all the happiness. In a stuffy and hot black box with no light in sight, I would finally die in suffocation."

Storey thought for a while and replied like this.

"But you humans don't have to worry about our battle with the invaders."

Storey raised his eyes and looked at Osamu Dazai thoughtfully.

"Eroders have no way to directly contact human beings and harm them, so they destroy books and leave this world a blank place of confusion and ignorance."

As if recalling something, Storey clenched his fists, his voice a little hoarse.

Have been traumatized and perhaps lost someone close, a companion?Or... a writer?

If the Corruptor is capable of harming the writer, then Story's words will have to be reconsidered.

In this short moment, Osamu Dazai's mind quickly flashed his own analysis.

But he didn't show it on his face, just continued to ask with a smile: "If the Corruptor is so strong, how can you beat it alone?"

After all, his eyes turned on Storey's slender limbs, with a curious expression on his face.

"You're curious about this."

Storey smiled, stood up and signaled Osamu Dazai to follow, and came to a nearby alley with no one in it.

Osamu Dazai looked at Story, the boy with golden eyes closed his eyes, and softly recited a sentence in an article written by Oda Sakunosuke, Osamu Dazai could hear it, and what Story was reading was the book that was sold. The paragraphs in "The Good Wife" that has copyrighted the film and television.

Then, in the eyes of Osamu Dazai, Dieko in "The Good Wife" appeared in this alley wearing a gorgeous kimono.

"All the characters in the text can be embodied in this world. The deeper and more sincere the emotions gathered, the stronger her power will be."

Storey looked at Osamu Dazai, sighed and said, "If you don't have the ability to disable all supernatural powers, I can let you see the world in your writing."

"Hidden book?" Osamu Dazai heard a new vocabulary.

"It is to enter those books and articles that have been eroded, and eliminate or drive away those eroders."

"Oh? That means, can humans actually hide books with you?"

Osamu Dazai narrowed his eyes, and got the information he wanted to know.

"Sure." Storey laughed, "Every article is connected, you can jump from one world to another, and you can even see all the worlds in one world. "

"It's amazing, Storey, do you want to come to the Port Mafia? If we can keep you, our boss might ask his subordinates to submit a manuscript every day?"

Osamu Dazai was ready to move.

Since Story's weakness is writing, then using enough bait to trick him, cough cough, coax him under the nose, and then he can study Story and those invaders well.

"I won't go." Of course Storey refused.

"why?"

"Because I prefer humans with a bright heart to those who wander in gray areas."

Storey's gaze was calm and clear: "If you keep looking at the darkness, you will miss those beautiful scenery."

The eyes of the elf of the book seemed to see through Dazai Osamu's heart, but it made the young man with a full stomach stunned, then he smiled and stopped talking.

Sakunosuke Oda's career as a writer also began to get on the right track. Storey was busy cleaning up the invaders, Ango Sakaguchi had escaped and returned to the Supernatural Secret Service Division, and Osamu Dazai suddenly became quieter.

Even if he found a warm and clean place to enter the water, and was hurriedly found by his subordinates, Osamu Dazai would not feel the slightest sense of pleasure.

This time he entered the water as usual, Osamu Dazai placed his senses in the gentle water waves, he thought it would take some time before his subordinates would find out, but he felt a sudden lightness on his body, and returned to the shore in the blink of an eye the next moment.

Osamu Dazai frowned slightly, his supernatural ability [Disqualification in the World] is enough to offset the effects of all supernatural abilities, so how did the superhuman who got himself ashore do it?

"Good day, Your Excellency."

After Osamu Dazai raised his eyes to see clearly who the person who rescued him from the shore was, his pupils constricted. At that moment, he seemed to see the thick malice and murderous intent slowly flowing from this man dressed like an English gentleman.

But in the next moment, those continuous gunpowder and viscous viciousness seemed to be just Dazai Osamu's illusion, and disappeared without a trace under the brilliant sun and sun.

Osamu Dazai felt the pain of being stabbed in the back by the eyes of the other party who seemed to see through him, and his brain kept warning: "Danger! Danger! Danger!"

Even Mori Ogai, the current port mafia, never gave Osamu Dazai such a strong sense of crisis.

The British man who caused Osamu Dazai's sense of crisis still maintained a gentleman's elegant smile. He handed Osamu Dazai a clean white handkerchief, nodded politely and said, "I wish you to find your own path in life soon, young man."

Osamu Dazai watched the other party walk to the side of the road, raised his hand, stopped a taxi, and walked away.

"..." Osamu Dazai sighed, scratched his wet hair, and murmured, "It's really not peaceful recently."

"Guest, where are you going?" The taxi driver glanced at the guest who boarded his vehicle from the rearview mirror and asked aloud.

"Yes, go to this address."

This person was naturally Professor Moriarty, with a smile on his lips, looking elegant and gentle.

As a character who was wanted to be found by the various supernatural organizations, he appeared on the streets of Yokohama swaggeringly, and it has to be said that he is bold and fearless.

Along the way, the hospitable driver spoke to this seemingly high-ranking guest: "Is this your first visit to Yokohama? For tourism, I recommend museums and national universities. Ah, you can also go to Chinatown to feel it!" "

Professor Moriarty smiled slightly, and he replied gently: "Thank you for the introduction, but I'm here to meet someone I know."

"Oh! Could it be your child? Or a friend?"

The driver was very enthusiastic, and Professor Moriarty did not show an impatient look, but was seriously talking to the taxi driver.

"A friend of my student."

Professor Moriarty smiled and stroked the owl walking stick he carried with him, and said lightly.

"You actually asked the teacher to come all the way here? That student of yours is not kind! The young people nowadays are like this, and they don't respect their teachers at all. Alas, I really miss the human touch of the Showa era!"

The taxi driver frowned, apologizing for the guest.

"Yeah, what a helpless student."

Professor Moriarty nodded in agreement.

He looked at the scenery driving backwards through the car window, and he took in the old building.

"But after all, he is my student, so I still have to give gifts to those friends who have given him a lot of 'care'."