Central Plains Commander

Oda Sakunosuke was sitting on a chair on the balcony, writing on the manuscript paper while looking at the window next door from the corner of his eye. Recently, Osamu Dazai disappeared again.But this time before Osamu Dazai disappeared, he sent a text message to himself, telling himself that he was at the headquarters of Azure World during this time.

In the headquarters of the blue world, it's better to go to other places where you don't know where to do dangerous things.

After writing a few more paragraphs, Oda suddenly saw a light in the next room.He breathed a sigh of relief, picked up the mobile phone beside him and sent a message to Osamu Dazai, "Are you back?"

In the next second, he saw Osamu Dazai appearing on the window sill next door with a somewhat dazed expression.

"Dazai?" Oda Sakunosuke couldn't help but waved to him when he saw him like that, "Are you okay?"

"Oda Saku, I'm a little skeptical about life right now." Osamu Dazai wanted to crawl over from his window sill with a dazed expression on his face. Seeing this, Oda Sakunosuke quickly ran over and moved him over.

"Don't think about leaving the windowsill like this." Oda Sakunosuke persuaded the old father like a father, and then asked curiously: "What happened to make you say such things."

Osamu Dazai thought about the demon he saw later, and he felt a little uncomfortable.

"Odasaku, is there really someone in this world who can change from a wicked bastard to a good person in the universal sense overnight?" When Osamu Dazai spoke, he felt that his soul was about to come out of his own mouth. flew out.

Oda Sakunosuke quickly stuffed his vomited soul back, and then said slowly: "I don't know what you are talking about, but if the other party really wants to repent, isn't that a good thing?"

"It's just because it's a good thing that I can't believe it!" Osamu Dazai couldn't help but hugged his head, "Especially that guy! That devil!"

Osamu Dazai remembered what he saw Fyodor actually told himself that he planned to surrender himself after returning to his country, and then start a new life.

To be reasonable, even he has never thought about such a thing. In the best situation he imagined, it would be to imprison or even kill the devil, and then cut off the tentacles of the devil. The devil himself said He couldn't imagine reforming himself or anything.

No, just thinking about it will feel that the world view has been subverted!

Osamu Dazai opened his mouth blankly, feeling that his soul was about to fly out of his mouth again.

Oda Sakunosuke stuffed the soul back again casually, and continued: "Although I don't know who that demon is, if he wants to repent, wouldn't that be a good thing?"

"Really...you really deserve to be Oda Saku for saying such a thing." Dazai Osamu looked helplessly at Oda Sakunosuke who was trying his best to comfort himself, but none of the comforting words came to the point.

"Anyway, let me take a break at Odasaku's place today." Dazai Osamu fell on the table weakly, like a limp and powerless salted fish.

"I don't care, but Dazai..." Oda Sakunosuke glanced at the manuscript that was suppressed by the other party, hesitated before saying, "Dazai...have you forgotten that your deadline is coming soon."

Hearing this, Osamu Dazai trembled on the table as if the electricity had gone through, and then raised his unlovely face, "Odasaku, why did you remind me of such a thing?"

So in the end, why did he submit to the magazine last month? How boring is he to submit half of it!

"Forget it, I'll go talk to the editor-in-chief and let you open the skylight." Oda Sakunosuke stretched out his hand and rubbed Osamu Dazai's head, "You should take a good rest."

After listening to his words, Osamu Dazai relaxed and closed his eyes.

Back in the early morning of this morning, Osamu Dazai came to the "prison" in the blue world with Nakahara Nakaya who suddenly stood up.Seeing them get up, Rimbaud and Mori Ogai, who were sitting in the lounge drinking coffee, also looked at each other and followed.

As soon as they opened the door, they smelled an extremely strong smell of alcohol.

The strong smell of alcohol even made people feel that it smelled a bit stinky, and Osamu Dazai coughed simply, "Wow, what kind of smell is this, it smells so bad."

"Cough, Dazai-kun, it's a bit hypocritical for you to say such things." Mori Ogai smiled and broke the stage. He knew that this guy often went to the bar, even if it was said that he only drank juice in the bar. A person who often went to the bar ran over at this time To say that the smell of alcohol is too strong is too false.

Before Osamu Dazai could refute, the people in the room spoke.

"I'm very sorry, I forgot to open the window." The person who said this was actually Fyodor, and he actually stood up and went to open the window. The smell of alcohol blew away from the room.

"It's rare to meet a comrade who can't help but drink a little too much for a while." The October Revolution stood up very carelessly and said, "I'm sorry, Commander."

As she spoke, she packed up the empty bottles that were everywhere on the table and stuffed them into the box she brought, "Sorry, sorry."

"Comrade?" Osamu Dazai couldn't help raising his eyebrows and asked, "Who?"

"It's me." Fyodor turned around, looked at them calmly and said.

"???" Osamu Dazai didn't realize it for a while. After all, in Japanese, the pronunciation of the word "comrade" is the same as "tongshi". Tongshi refers to people with similar status or circumstances and personalities, and comrades refer to aspirations. People who hold the same views on ideology and doctrine are obviously untenable from the perspective of context. After all, no matter how you look at it, there is no similarity between Fyodor and the October Revolution, so only comrades are left. mean.

Fyodor and the October Revolution...have the same aspirations and doctrines?

No no no, how is this possible?

Osamu Dazai would rather believe that he heard it wrong, and he would never believe that such a thing would happen.

However, it was Nakahara Chuya who broke his idea.

"Is it really going to be like this? That's why I... But you shouldn't have been brainwashed in the true sense, right?" Nakaya looked at Fyodor and said calmly.

"Well, brainwashing is useless to me." Fyodor lowered his eyelids slightly, "After all, for me, if it's not something I really want to believe, I won't admit it."

He said, looking sideways out of the window, "I just found the goals and beliefs that I should really fight for from those past histories."

"Goal? Belief?" Hearing the most unlikely words from the devil's mouth, Osamu Dazai raised his eyebrows, and even seemed to lose control of his expression.

"Such a thing, Dazai-kun should be incomprehensible." Fyodor said to him with a smile, and then turned his head to look at Chuya, "I plan to return to my country to surrender, and then start a new life."

"Good luck." Chuya was silent for a while, but he still said the same thing. He knew the ability of the demon Fyodor. Even if he committed a crime before, it was impossible to leave enough evidence pointing to him. But if he wants to change Russia , his current state is indeed the best, so in the end he can only give such words.

"Thank you." Fyodor smiled at him.

"Hey, wait, wait!" Osamu Dazai couldn't help but let out a voice of rejection, "Chuya, don't you really believe his nonsense?"

"It's not a lie." Fyodor said seriously, "I plan to go back to Russia. Now I have a lot of things I want to do, and I plan to learn from many practices of florists."

"Well, it is indeed a good thing to learn from other people's successful practices, but you also have to pay attention to the actual situation in Russia." Instead, Zhong also talked with Fyodor.

"No, your conversation is very wrong!" Osamu Dazai wanted to interrupt them, but Rimbaud held his shoulders, and Rimbaud, who stood unconditionally in the middle, saw the two of them talking seriously over there, Naturally, Osamu Dazai would not be allowed to jump in to disrupt the situation.

Mori Ogai also felt a little bit out of his eyes, but he also knew that the Nakahara in front of him would not simply trust such a cunning person just because of a few words, so, it was indeed the same as the ship girl he said before. Is it related to the harmony and resonance between people?

In harmony with the famous Soviet ship of the October Revolution...isn't it?Fyodor the Devil turned into a Bolshevik?

Mori Ogai couldn't believe it.

"It's true." October Revolution looked at him and said, "I just hoped that he could speak human language, but it's unexpected that he develops a comrade."

"Huh, huh?" Osamu Dazai also reacted. He looked at the October Revolution, and then at the two people over there who were discussing some subtle content in a serious manner. He couldn't manage his expressions at all.

"Shall I take you to the embassy?" Nakaya asked, looking at him one last time.

"Then please." Fyodor said with a smile, "but it's too disturbing in the past now, so I'll leave it to you tomorrow morning."

"You're welcome, just take a rest at my place tonight." He said, and took the devil to the lounge.

"No, no, no, I still think it's impossible. How could that demon become a Bolshevik! It's unscientific!" Osamu Dazai couldn't help but hold his head and refuse to accept the fact, "Isn't this really brainwashing?"

"Dazai-kun, do you think that by brainwashing you, you will become like a devil?" Rimbaud suddenly asked.

"How is this possible?" Osamu Dazai said decisively.

"Then the matter is very simple, the demon has really changed from the bottom of his heart." Rimbaud said with a smile, "Oh, yes, I have to talk to Zhongya, and I have to ask the demon for some things. "

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感谢在2020-10-0223:25:54~2020-10-0323:59:13期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

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