Natsume's Little Mister

When it comes to his own writing, Osamu Dazai is particularly eager to try.

He pulled Natsume, who was eating melons, and said happily to Oda Tsukuru: "Come here, let me introduce you, this is my enlightenment teacher on the road of writing, Natsume who is known as 'the most shining new star in the literary world' Kishi, whose pen name is Midorikawa-sensei."

Natsume was suddenly pulled over, nodded awkwardly to Oda Sakunosuke, stretched out his hand and said, "Hello, just call me Natsume, I am a member of the Armed Detective Agency and a companion of Osamu Dazai."

Oda Sakunosuke held his hand politely, pursed his lips slightly and said, "I know you, Mr. Midorikawa, I have read all the books you wrote, and they have inspired me a lot. Could you please sign me?" ?”

Natsume: "???" Hell still has his own fans?

"Signed? Is there still my book in hell?" He looked bewildered.

Odasaku took out a book from somewhere and handed it to Natsume.

"It's still the original?!" Xia Mu's eyes widened, his whole body was confused, and he subconsciously signed his name on the title page.

Oda Saku took the book and explained to Natsume: "The current publishing house also has a branch in Hell, and the profits you get will be automatically credited to your account after you come to Santuchuan. I can take you to handle it later. .”

"Oh." Natsume couldn't hold back his exclamation, it really kept pace with the times.

"And we can also see the latest update. The reason for this is that many dead people go to hell after death and are forced to feel the pain of falling into the pit forever. In order to avoid burning incense incidents such as 'Grandpa, the book you were waiting for is finally updated' , we have newly introduced books from this world."

Oda Saku was very familiar with the introduction, and he talked eloquently, which was completely different from the reticent words in the past.

Osamu Dazai raised his eyebrows and looked at him strangely for a while.

Odasaku stopped while talking, and noticed Osamu Dazai's strange expression.

Scratching his head, he said embarrassingly, "Sorry, I often work part-time as a commentator recently, and I'm used to it."

"That's right, Oda is a warrior who supports a football team kid by himself." Duoyi woman beside him waved her fan and made up the knife leisurely.

Osamu Dazai black line: "...a football team?"

Odasaku coughed lightly, looked up at the sky, and said falteringly, "Um, the weather is fine today, haha."

On a gray day, where does it look good?

"..." Osamu Dazai couldn't hold back, and rolled his eyes.

He still remembered that when he was in the port, Oda was often reluctant to drink alcohol to support his five adopted children, and now it has become even worse.

a football team...

Fortunately, he can afford it.

It is easy to have acquaintances.

Odasaku directly led the two to find Mr. Ghost Lamp.

After seeing the VIP card in Natsume's hand, Gui Deng asked Odasaku to take the two of them for a stroll, and then continued to work on business.

Before leaving, he reminded Odasaku: "Remember the three days of overtime work."

Odasaku sighed helplessly and said, "I will never forget it."

Ghost Lantern left satisfied, and Odasaku took the two of them out of the busy hell office.

"Hell is now divided into eight hells and eight cold hells. There are a total of 270 two deployments. The highest officer is Lord Yan Mo, and Lord Ghost Lantern is the first assistant officer of Lord Yan Mo." Oda Saku introduced the basics of hell to the two. Condition.

Then he talked about himself and said: "Now the country has a large population base, plus various spell spirits, people with supernatural powers, etc., often cause large-scale casualties.

These souls will become violent after entering hell, and they need calm aftermath staff. After I arrived in hell, because of my calm personality, I became the subordinate of Master Ghost Lantern. "

"Is there a shortage of people in hell now?" Osamu Dazai asked thoughtfully.

Oda Saku nodded and said, "Calm and outstanding behind-the-scenes figures are much rarer than various leadership roles."

"Is that so." Osamu Dazai squeezed his chin as if thinking of something.

Then he put away his thoughts and continued to ask Oda Saku: "What about your part-time job? Commentary, new ghost manual, and the novel you wrote?"

Oda Saku scratched his head and said, "That's for saving money and grade points. The money is because of those little ghosts in my family, if the grade points..."

Odasaku glanced at Dazai Osamu, with an apologetic expression:

"I think when I died, because I was too hasty, I didn't explain it to you, and I didn't trust you, so I wanted to save my grades and go to see you in this world."

Ghosts can't go to the world casually, the only formal way is to exchange grade points.

"However, I didn't expect you to come here by yourself now, so I don't need to save." Oda Saku looked a lot more relaxed.

That's right, it's tiring enough to raise a lot of children, and it's really tiring to save money and grade points to go to this world.

Osamu Dazai raised his eyebrows in a very good mood.

Knowing that Oda Saku has been thinking about him, he is satisfied.

"Tell me about your current situation?" Oda Saku and Dazai Osamu walked side by side.

Natsume fell behind the two, looked at the time, and suddenly said, "I have something to do, let's go first."

He also had to visit his parents, and Natsume was a little nervous at the thought.

Odasaku nodded, and found a kid to guide him.

After Natsume left, Osamu Dazai replied to Oda's question and said: "I listen to you. Now I have been separated from the port Mafia and now I am working in the Justice Armed Detective Agency. The detective agency is mainly engaged in things that cannot be handed over to the army and the police. Dangerous work, most of the members are people with supernatural powers.”

Oda Tsukuru nodded, and it would be fine to escape from the port of Mafia, where darkness, blood, and human life would only aggravate his emptiness and hasten his death for Osamu Dazai.

When Oda Saku saw Osamu Dazai now, he found that he was much better than before, which may be due to the Armed Detective Agency.

"Then why did you suddenly start writing?" Oda Saku was curious about this.

Before that, he had never thought that Osamu Dazai could actually write articles. He was the youngest cadre in the port. Who would have thought that the other party's strategic hands would pick up a pen to write those literary things?

Dazai Osamu saw Odasaku's mental activities, and laughed out loud with a "poof".

Said to the unknown Oda: "It's not just me, do you know that most of the upper echelons of the port Mafia are writing articles, Mori Ogai, Chuya, Hongye sister, Hirotsu old man, etc., everyone has started writing articles , Mori Ogai also created the port publishing group.”

Odasaku:!!!

Oda frowned, suspecting that there was something wrong with his ears.

Although Hell is now advancing with the times and you can watch everything on TV, there are still gaps in many news. He never thought that such an unbelievable incident would appear.

"Mori Ogai? Nakahara Chuya?" He looked confused.

"Haha, do you know the scolding battle between Mr. Luchuan and Yinghuo in hell?"

Osamu Dazai walked briskly, and was very proud of his actions at that time. He was the one who helped Mr. Midorikawa.

Odasaku nodded, he still knew about such a grand event in the literary world.

"Many of the newcomers who came up are people from the port, as well as our detective agency, supernatural secret service department, etc. By the way, Ango also wrote." Dazai Osamu suddenly mentioned.

Odasaku felt more and more unreal.

Writing essays was his dream at the beginning, but he didn't expect that even his former workplace would start it now.

"And Ango, he, a workaholic, would find time to write?" Odasaku was in a daze.

Then he shook his head, thinking, let's look for it later.

Gossiping all the way, the two arrived in front of a small courtyard with a simple shape.

"This is where I live now." Oda Saku introduced, and then opened the door.

"Stop, don't move, you are under arrest! We are the inspector of the Hell's Evil Ghost Arrest Station!" As soon as he entered the door, a bunch of little ghosts emerged from behind the door, pressing one by one, and buried Odasaku under the ground.

"Hey, hey, I've been caught, but I'm very powerful! The evil spirit roars!" Oda Saku fought with the little ghosts, and quickly took down a bunch of little ghosts one by one.

Osamu Dazai looked at the familiar scene in front of him, blinked, suppressed the moisture in his eyes, and he was still able to see this scene, which shows that Oda author is really living well in hell.

"Hey, are there any guests?" A kid wearing goggles suddenly regained his energy, twisting his body tied up by Odasaku, and asked enthusiastically.

Oda Saku paused and said, "This is your Uncle Dazai, he came to visit us from this world."

The children's memory is really not very long. The five children at the time can't remember Dazai Osamu who once bought them candy.

But in the end, I still have a little impression, more familiar.

When Oda Saku and Dazai were busy with a group of children, Natsume followed the kid who led the way to a courtyard. There was a small wooden board at the entrance of the courtyard with "Natsume" written on it.

Natsume was in a daze, deep in his memory, he could vaguely remember that there was such a sign at the door of his house when he was young.

He rang the doorbell, and after a while someone shouted from inside: "Who is it?"

As he spoke, he walked out from inside.

It was a woman with an exceptionally gentle face, who seemed to have Yamato Nadeshiko's temperament, her eyebrows and eyes looked somewhat similar to Natsume, and she was wearing a homely warm yellow kimono.

As soon as the other party came out, he saw Natsume at the door. After she got closer and closer, she seemed to realize something, her expression froze for a moment, and then her pace became faster and faster, with a touch of surprise on her face.

Across the simple fence at the door, the two looked at each other.

"Azhi, is that you?" The middle-aged woman raised her hand, tentatively trying to touch Natsume's face to make sure she wasn't dreaming.

Natsume blinked, and his eyes suddenly turned red.

He put his cheek on the other's palm, suppressed his nervous and bewildered emotions, and said, "It's me."

After hesitating for a while, he raised his face, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and called out slightly stumbled, "Mom."

Although it looks awkward, the intimacy is obvious.

Natsume's mother caressed Natsume's eyebrows and eyes, and kept saying "yes".

She opened the door, took Natsume's wrist and said, "Quick, come in."

Then he shouted to the back: "His father, come out quickly, the son is here."

There was a series of hasty footsteps in the house, and a gentleman-looking man with glasses ran out from inside, without even having time to put on his shoes.

Natsume was surrounded by her parents, one left and one right, and walked into the house in a crowd. The eyes of the family were red, and Natsume's mother kept wiping away tears.

"Mom and Dad, I came to hell temporarily with a VIP card. I want to tell you that I am doing well in this world. Uncle Natsume Soseki treats me very well. You don't have to worry." Natsume looked at her parents and said seriously.

"Ah, is it Soseki?" Natsume's mother suddenly felt relieved.

She held Natsume's hand and kept stroking it. The slightly calloused hand was warm and dry, while Natsume's father reached out and rubbed Natsume's hair.

"Just live a good life. I'm sorry that we didn't grow up with you." The mature Natsume father sighed.

The husband and wife were reluctant to blink, and kept looking at Natsume, the love in it was not the slightest impurity.

After that, Natsume's mother prepared a large table of delicious dishes, and Natsume's father cleaned up Natsume's place. Even if Natsume said that he would leave soon, he did not stop the two of them.

According to Natsume's father: "We have been waiting for you to come home."

Oda writer.

Osamu Dazai was wearing an apron in the kitchen, holding a spatula in one hand and tofu in the other, and the aroma of beans was lingering in the kitchen.

At the door, Odasaku looked at the tofu in his hand, big drops of sweat rolled down his forehead, rolled his Adam's apple, and his face looked a little scared.

He still remembered that Osamu Dazai once made stewed chicken for him and Ango, and they lost their memory for three days after eating it.

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