About the years I played the role

There was a long silence in the system space.

0829 was face to face with the system, and his finger stopped in front of a newly-appeared report button, eager to try to click it directly, but unfortunately, the light group reacted quickly and quickly blocked the small box.

Regretfully retracting his hand, 0829 now thinks back on what happened just now, and there are still a few big question marks on his head that are almost materialized.

In the world of Ghost Slayer, he had just healed from his injury for less than a day, and was planning to complete the joint intensive training with Muichiro before leaving, but the system hurriedly dragged him away on the first day of the joint intensive training.

At that time, Tokito Muichiro watched him disappear in front of his eyes. In that case, he could only say goodbye in a hurry, and he didn't have time to say the rest.

The light in the child's eyes dimmed.

The system wronged Baba and explained: "This kind of thing is not without precedent. Because I stayed for too long, I developed feelings for the local characters in the world and gave up leaving. As a result, because I don't belong to that world, I will be rejected by the world after a long time. Put yourself out there."

"...Really." 0829 was silent for a long time, he took away the light ball and threw it aside, the experience bar in the message has increased a lot, and there is a small box at the back that reminds him to upgrade. After 0829 chose to carry out a short-term upgrade, except that the screen display has become more spacious, there seems to be no other major changes.

0829 When you see a familiar word in the task area, press the select button quickly before the next refresh, and the familiar card pool interface appears.After the upgrade, his card pool expanded to R-SSR, but the probability of being able to draw SSR is pitifully low, it might as well be said to be none.

The system is actually quite right. 0829 was absent-minded and pressed the extract. During the mission, he did have the thought of 'it would be nice if I could stay with Wuichiro all the time'.

He took the card and said flatly, "Let's start the next mission."

In the evening, the sky glows with bright colors.

The man squinted his eyes and stared at the last lingering afterglow, and the hem of his windbreaker was blown up by the wind.With a black gel pen in his hand, he wrote a few lines on a brand new red leather notebook, and he closed it and put it in his pocket.

He kicked the gravel that didn't look pleasing to the eye with his toes, and he thought of this stone to his roommate who didn't quite get along with him.

"Today's walking time is over." The gravel rolled away under the force, and the man expressed emotion. The long sleeves were slightly retracted due to the movement, revealing the slender wrist wearing a string of bracelets, and a short section of the tail fell down. chain.

Hearing Zhushan Masakazu's call not far away, he muttered "Is it the deadline again?" and took a step forward carelessly.

The scene in front of me changed.

The man didn't panic in this situation, but became interested. He took out a pair of thin-rimmed glasses from the other pocket and put them on the bridge of his nose, hiding the interest revealed in those iris-colored eyes.

"It's a recent popular theme." He said meaninglessly to himself, and soon the sudden spirit dissipated after touching many pockets, "I don't have any money, I'm a little troublesome."

Talking about trouble, but there was no look of embarrassment on his face.Putting his hands into the pockets of the windbreaker, he took out the red book again, opened a new page and sketched a simple line, and a stick figure slug wearing a hat appeared in the corner of the page three or two times.

He raised his lips: "Yoxi, you're done. Sure enough, your painting skills have not deteriorated. You must show the little man when you go back."

"Mr. Dazai!"

A call came from behind, and he turned his head to look, but there was nothing at the source of the sound.The man blinked in confusion: "Have you been hallucinating because Zhushan has been talking about it for too long recently?"

"Not good, not good."

While muttering such words, he chose a direction and walked away slowly.

In the cafe downstairs of the Armed Detective Agency, "Osamu Dazai" is not the original Osamu Dazai in this world, but the one from the other world who crossed over because he wanted to escape from the editor and the bad news on the deadline. "Dazai Osamu".

He sat in the cafe and ordered a cup of coffee with the only money he found out from the inside pocket of the windbreaker.Under the perplexed gaze of a certain waitress, she sat comfortably on the sofa in the corner.

"Osamu Dazai" was holding a stirring spoon in his hand, stirring the remaining half cup of coffee from time to time.

The red book was spread out on the table, and "Osamu Dazai" suddenly lit up his eyes when he caught a glimpse of a group of people appearing at the corner of the street.He raised his hand to straighten his hair—the originally neat hair looked a little fluffy after being blown by the wind, and his glasses were still on the bridge of his nose.

He was extremely patient, and waited until someone from the group of companions broke away from the queue and walked into the cafe, then he raised his hand and waved there: "That white-haired boy—"

Nakajima Atsushi looked around subconsciously, and found that he was the only one here with white hair.He thought the voice was a little familiar, but he still looked over: "Who...Mr. Dazai?!"

Atsushi Nakajima's reaction is what normal people would have.After all, he had just watched Osamu Dazai being dragged back to the detective agency by Kunikida Doppo, and now he saw another Osamu Dazai in the cafe.

He walked over hesitantly, and all kinds of strange stories flashed through his mind, but he left behind a kind of frightening emotion—the strange story himself was sitting in front of him.

"Atsushi-kun's expression is really easy to understand." "Dazai Osamu" said with a smile, at first he was not sure whether the person in front of him was also named Atsushi Nakajima, but judging from his performance, there was not much difference.

Thinking of this, he suddenly thought of a dark figure, the corners of his lips raised and then lowered, and he murmured in a low voice: "It's unimaginable if there is such a dwarf in this world."

"Mr. Dazai?" Atsushi Nakajima only saw the expression of the person sitting across from him change for a while, as if he was immersed in his own world.He is fidgeting now, and always feels that he has encountered some real ghost talk event—even though it is still daytime.

"Osamu Dazai" sighed softly: "I'm the real Osamu Dazai, it's not a strange story."

"Yo, Dun-jun."

The same voice as "Osamu Dazai" sounded from behind Atsushi Nakajima, and he twisted his neck stiffly, as if he could hear a mechanical clicking sound.

The clothes of the two are almost identical, the difference is that "Dazai Osamu" wears a light gray long trench coat, and Dazai Osamu is sand-colored, but the style is the same in the final analysis.

Two Mr. Dazai.

When Atsushi Nakajima came to this conclusion, his brain froze.Allowing Osamu Dazai to squeeze him into the sofa, he sat face to face with Osamu Dazai.

"Dun-kun, please be careful with strangers." Osamu Dazai said, but his eyes were fixed on this person who was exactly like him, "After all, he might be sold."

Hostility spread silently in this narrow space, Nakajima Atsushi only felt that he was caught in the middle of a dilemma.He glanced back and forth between the two of them, and finally decided to play it safe, lowered his head silently, and did not answer.

"Osamu Dazai" seemed to close the book unintentionally, revealing a line of signatures on the cover, which successfully attracted the attention of Osamu Dazai: "I am just an innocent writer."

Withdrawing his gaze, Osamu Dazai's expression turned into a smirk that could be seen at a glance, and then he changed to the main topic: "Mr. Ranpo asked me to pick up someone, but I didn't expect it to be you."

"Although I can more or less guess it." He dragged the end of the voice listlessly, and took off his glasses casually, the identical iris-colored eyes were unobstructed, showing a little disgust more clearly: "It's you who came to this kind of thing... Tsk. "

Nakajima, who was innocently caught up in the battle, shrank in the corner, wishing he could disappear in place in the atmosphere where the two were exchanging murderous intent.

The murderous aura only appeared for a short while, and soon disappeared, as if nothing had happened. The two Dazai stood up at the same time, and then Dazai from the original world walked forward and let Nakajima Atsushi speak in a lazy tone. Go back together.

Everyone in the detective agency was there, and the voices of the Tanizaki brothers and sisters could be heard through the door panel.

Osamu Dazai pushed open the door, the room was quiet for a moment, and returned to normal the next moment.

Kunikida Doppo pushed the glasses that had slipped off, and when he was about to say something, he only raised his head and choked back when the person following Osamu Dazai appeared.

Ranpo Edogawa, who had anticipated this event for a long time, was nestling in a chair, skillfully pressing down the cap of the wave soda bottle to let the glass beads fall.

"Osamu Dazai" quickly took a few steps under the gaze of everyone in the detective agency, and collapsed on the sofa in the room first.

Dazai Osamu: "..." He gritted his teeth silently, and his dislike for the same body in this different world increased.

His notebook still has Oda Saku's signature.Osamu Dazai thought, he had just bid farewell to the Oda cat who didn't know if he had a chance, and now there was another "Osamu Dazai" with a notebook signed by Oda.

There seemed to be a sour smell of citric acid in the air.

Atsushi Nakajima moved away carefully, and then rushed over after seeing Izumi Jinghua.

"Mr. Ranpo is as smart as ever." "Osamu Dazai" sat up from the sofa, put the notebook in his pocket carefully, and took out a micro-machine capable of monitoring and positioning from the hem of the windbreaker, and crushed it with his fingers piece.

The source of this monitor does not need to be thought about carefully, and no one except Dazai Osamu will put this kind of thing around.He simply took off his windbreaker and groped for other places, and after confirming that it was the only one, he looked at Edogawa Ranpo.

The detective put down the soda bottle: "If you don't want to laugh, stop laughing, Dazai."

"Osamu Dazai" paused, the smile on his face did not have any false meaning: "This is a smile from my heart, Mr. Ranpo."

——In that beautiful world without any regrets, all the feelings he can get are too sincere.

Under such circumstances, as "Osamu Dazai", how could he have an adulterous smile that could be seen through by a famous detective?

The author has something to say: Oda Cat had a foreshadowing at that time, and the last thing Akutagawa saw was this "Osamu Dazai".

So it is actually the same Wenye world.

But here is the daily routine, there will not be many chapters.

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感谢在2020-09-0113:14:27~2020-09-0200:30:16期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 5 bottles of Yueji;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!