Forced to go undercover, I lie down and win

Osamu Dazai rejected me mercilessly, "No, I don't want to write any articles."

The boy paused for a moment, and then suddenly said with some interest, "But if it's my sister's request, I can still give it a try."

I was very angry when I heard him say that, and I was stunned, "Really?"

"Well, I just haven't tried it, it sounds quite interesting."

As a result, I forgot that Osamu Dazai bullied me just now, and now he has become the most profitable author under me. I think I immediately felt the mood of the editor. Planting a lovely author, watering a little in autumn can harvest a mature one author.I pulled him to the front of the computer, and asked him how to write, and Dazai just fell into thinking with the computer turned on.

I sat next to him and watched him think.

After waiting for 10 minutes, Osamu Dazai was still facing the computer, I was anxious, "Why don't you write..."

"I haven't written it." The young man was facing the computer, his facial features became more and more distinct under the fluorescent light of the computer screen, his iris-colored eyes looked at me, and he put on a very confused and innocent expression, with his hands crossed over his chest. Tilting his head in thought, "What, I don't seem to have any inspiration."

What?This is too worrying.

Inspiration is such a mysterious thing, if you don’t have it, you really don’t have it. I gave him some advice, “You can think about it from what you’ve seen before, or have you written some of your own insights.”

Osamu Dazai fell into deep thought when he heard this, and then I saw him write a line at a snail's speed.

"Man, to survive is to be alone."

I:……

This begins.

Then Osamu Dazai continued to write, "I usually like to read suicide manuals, so I have been thinking about what human beings exist for, why should they live? I don't know at all."

"What's the point of an ending that you can see at a glance?"

I can’t read it anymore, I feel like I’m reading some weird widowed literature. Really, I never thought that someone could write an article so mournful. It’s my mistake. Such an article might be rejected Blocked...but he's only 15 years old, what the hell happened to him, I know Osamu Dazai is not a good boy, good boys don't join the mafia, thanks.But I didn't expect that what he wrote made me think that his thoughts far surpassed the age of 15, as if he saw a farther place, but this farther vision did not bring him any pleasure, he just It's like a dark solitude shrouded forever, and I can't extricate myself from living in this loneliness.

Looking at it, I was infected by his sad emotions. The editor couldn't help but tell the truth, "Stop writing, I really can't read it."

The boy ignored me for the first time, but continued to type on the computer very seriously, "What is a human?"

"Maybe only when you are close to death will you know the truth of this matter. Constantly use violence and blood to get closer to the true meaning of human existence itself. Is it ridiculous to see those guys who are afraid and desperately begging for mercy? I don't know, from the bottom of my heart It's a void."

"It's the same everywhere, and the future is very sad. In this case, it would be better to die."

I felt a little suffocated watching him write, and stretched out my hand to press on the back of his hand. Only then did Osamu Dazai raise his head and look at me. The young man slowly burst into a very dangerous smile, which even made me feel In the next second, it was as if he was about to be cut open alive, dripping with blood.

"what……"

The boy with a bandaged right eye looked at me and tilted his head, "Didn't my sister tell me to write it?"

"That's what's in my heart, what's really on my mind."

His eyes fell on the notebook and he continued without emotion, "Are you so scared?"

Osamu Dazai smiled and said to me, "But what to do, I am such a person, I can't help it, life and death, of course I like death the most, it's a matter of course."

Maybe it was really the childhood that hurt him. It’s all the damn Mori’s fault. I really want to block this guy. Take a deep breath. I really feel very uncomfortable. I met Dazai in Yokohama The second person, he and I have also been together for a long time, although it was annoying at first, but after getting along for a long time, I know that Dazai is a brat, looking at him is like looking at my naughty brother.

I looked at it and felt tears were about to fall. I wiped my eyes with my sleeve, and when the boy turned his gaze, "But you can't make money by writing like this."

"What's wrong? Sister?"

"It's nothing...it's just that everyone likes comedies, and no one likes tragedies..." The author of the tragedy has been blocked by me and killed the whole family. I will never want to see her for a second time in this life.

"So, should we change it?"

Dazai Osamu looked at me in a daze, and the boy with a slightly round face turned his head. Although it was a question sentence, I shot decisively. I looked at the computer and thought for a while, and then added a line of words behind.

"Then this guy was reborn. The boy who just came to this world just opened his eyes and found that he has a father and a mother. Everyone likes him very much. Even the pedophile teacher who treated him badly in the past changed his mind and started a new life. He made a lot of friends, then he stopped joining the mafia, lived happily ever after, and finally grew up healthy and healthy."

I looked at him after finishing it, and Dazai Osamu looked at me for a long time, and we just looked at each other quietly.

Only the light of the computer screen flickers around us. In this small room, the white curtains beside the bed are still fluttering with the wind. It's like crossing over a layer of pale golden light.

Then Osamu Dazai suddenly made a sound, and then shut down my computer, "My sister can't make money like this."

Hey, I obviously think I wrote it pretty well...

The boy in the white shirt seemed to be shining even with his curly hair. The boy sitting cross-legged showed a cute expression. He propped his chin up and looked at the computer in front of him with relish, showing a smile on his face. With a refreshing smile, "But this ending is not bad."

We emailed the masterpiece written by the two of us to Shenyue, asking him to find an editor from the publishing house to show us, and Shenyue quickly replied to us.

Editor: "It's too ugly, I've never seen such an ugly novel of less than [-] words!"

It was a big blow, really a big blow, and I almost cried with Osamu Dazai, crying for our talents that we had nowhere to display.

After learning from the pain, we asked the editor to analyze what was wrong with the writing. The editor only gave us one sentence, which is not even a story. What he said made sense, so I said seriously to Osamu Dazai, "Or Let's think about what to do with our novel..."

Our family brought an informant. We thought we would bring a king bomb, but we didn’t expect to bring a rookie. The two of us are rookies. It’s really hard to write novels!

It wouldn't be so hard if you were an undercover agent or something else!

Why do people write novels.

Osamu Dazai just looked at me like this, "Speaking of which, I actually have a very good candidate, someone I just met, very interesting."

"really?"

The two of us got together and started chattering again, "Who is it?"

"I'm a low-level member of the port mafia, but I used to be a very powerful killer. I can make money by killing people, but I hope to become a novelist. How about it, isn't it interesting?"

No... just sounds like a weird guy.

I couldn't praise Dazai Osamu's expectant eyes, so I changed the subject, "It doesn't matter whether it's interesting or not, can you code?"

Dazai: "I'll go ask."

So the two of us wrote to Sakunosuke Oda eagerly. Osamu Dazai’s new acquaintance called a friend, and the man who answered the phone was shocked by the conditions we offered, “Dazai, it’s strange that you would give I introduce such a job."

"Anyway, what's wrong with a side job, how about it, [-] yen for a thousand words."

"I refuse. I write novels not for money, but for dreams."

He he he, why is he like this!

Osamu Dazai hung up the phone with a smile, and said to me while I was stunned, "I can't help it, how about it, isn't Odasaku very interesting?"

I was stunned, "Isn't he having a hard time?"

"right."

"I discussed with the Supernatural Secret Service Division, and the manuscript fee is [-] yuan per thousand characters."

Osamu Dazai laughed all of a sudden, "It's useless, Oda Saku really didn't write for such things."

"I guess he probably feels that he has no way to write something satisfactory." Osamu Dazai looked at me, "There is no way."

I thought with all my heart, didn't Li Baoen claim to be the best writer in the world?I simply packaged and sent the study materials he gave me to Oda Sakunosuke, but the other party was really shocked, "It is indeed a very useful thing, where did you get it, Dazai?"

"Want to watch it? If you watch it, you have to hand in your homework."

I said ruthlessly, "Let's start by writing [-] characters a day."

Oda Sakunosuke was a little helpless, he looked at the black-haired boy sitting next to him and moving the bench, and poked his head out like a curious baby, "Hey, don't you want to continue?"

"It's been 10 minutes since you stopped writing."

"Dazai, we probably don't know each other very well, why do you want to sit here with me?" Oda Sakunosuke only felt a little helpless when he was watched by the other party. The boy behind him was the adopted child of Chief Mori, and he was also a witness The boy who killed the leader of the previous generation, but I don’t know when, this boy seemed to have discovered a treasure, and he often appeared by his side, and now he came directly to his home to watch him write novels.

Oda Sakunosuke only had some preliminary understanding of the young man behind him. The other party was a very unpredictable guy. No one could know what he was thinking, and some people privately predicted that this guy might become The person that Chief Sen will trust the most in the future, after all, he is the disciple of Chief Sen.

"So that Odasaku can write well."

"I need to work very hard, at least [-] words a day."

Sakunosuke Oda, who betrayed himself in order to learn writing skills, never imagined that he would be an editor one day, and what was even more frightening was that the editor turned out to be Dazai Osamu.

"Okay, that's the decision!" The boy behind said with a smile, "Today's Oda Zuo, I wrote [-] characters!"

"Hey."

Responding to him was Oda Sakunosuke sighing helplessly, he is really a wayward brat who always likes to let others make decisions without authorization, "But..."

The red-haired man turned sideways to look at the boy behind him, "Shouldn't this be the task of the port mafia?"

"Yes, no."

The boy's answer was very straightforward, "Do you think Chief Mori will be so generous to you? Oda Tsukuru, don't dream, okay, the leader who just took over is already so poor that he almost packed up and sold all the cadres."

"And when did our Port Mafia plan to make money writing novels?"

That said, what they do as the dark side is much more profitable than so-called writing fiction.

Oda Sakunosuke continued to sigh. If it wasn't for his natural dislike of complaining, he really wanted to say, Dazai sold the leader so easily, is it really okay?

After all, he is also your master.

"So, is this another organization you're looking for? What are you going to do?" You don't intend to trick other organizations, do you?

"No." Osamu Dazai looked at his novel curiously, "So it's the novel written by Oda Tsukuru."

"what."

"It's very ordinary." Osamu Dazai picked up the manuscript from the other party, and read it grandly, "I am a very young ordinary person, living a very ordinary life like this, time is like running water , slowly flowing by my side, today I look back at the past and find that I don’t even know what I did in the past.”

"What, Odasaku, you are not an ordinary person at all."

Oda Sakunosuke was stunned, "This novel is called No.1, Dazai."

"But this is not your real life, is it? If you write it like this, will anyone want to read it?"

"Speaking of which, I also wrote some novels about myself, but my sister said that no one would want to read such novels."

The boy stretched out his voice, and the 15-year-old boy's face was still a little immature, but thinking of the last time he saw this guy who was drinking blood pressure medicine and blood pressure medicine together, Oda Sakunosuke's heart sank a little, Dazai It is self-evident what kind of novel Zhi will write.But sister?Who is the sister in his mouth?

Is it because the teenager wrote his own inner world?

Ah, this is a matter of course. Although he doesn't have much contact with Osamu Dazai, it can be seen from a few short contacts and missions that Osamu Dazai is a man who is more intelligent than a demon. This child is really too smart, so The world he sees through must be very clear. For him, this world is no longer interesting, just like chess pieces on a chessboard, and nothing can exceed his expectations.

Oda Sakunosuke nodded deeply, "Well, what kind of content is it?"

The boy took out the printed manuscript from his arms and handed it to Sakunosuke Oda. The red-haired young man who took the manuscript felt a little heavy in his heart. He was afraid that he would soon be baptized by darkness. What Dazai wrote It must also have his strong personal style, definitely the kind of intelligence that can see through the world even if the whole world dies.

until he opened the manuscript

"Although I was a mournful young man before my rebirth, today I became very strong after my rebirth. I hanged and beat the rogue master, and I have reached the pinnacle of my life since then!" Depression and darkness co-exist, and it's almost time to write a murder mystery novel. The second half is simply unconstrained, and the author's imagination is wide open. He just wrote a cruel social literature into a diary...

"It's No.1 name..."

Oda Sakunosuke closed his face expressionlessly, nodded, "Yeah."

"How, isn't it beautiful?"

"Dazai..." Oda Sakunosuke was silent for a while, he felt his conscience was aching, because really speaking from the novel, even if he just started to write it, it was really ugly, if Natsume-sensei's writing could Let people cleanse their souls, then Dazai’s manuscript is simply a mental attack, just like seeing a schizophrenic person, the people in the front should be more depressed and depressed, and the people behind should be more happy and happy, "Why? Let’s just say… you didn’t write all of this, right?”

"right."

Osamu Dazai put it away like a treasure.

Oda Sakunosuke said truthfully, "From the point of view of the novel, it's really bad."

"But from your perspective..."

When he saw the boy, it was like seeing a novel toy, and he excitedly flipped through the novel, "It should be very good literature."

The words that can heal the first half of Osamu Dazai, I don’t know who is the young lady who dares to write such content?

It must be a girl who is the complete opposite of Dazai, full of optimism and happiness in life.

But how could he be with Dazai...

"You can't introduce Oda."

The young man who was good at manipulating people's hearts said so confidently, "Although he can be understood at first glance, but no matter what he does, he will exceed my expectations and make people want to bully him at first sight."

"Now it is a treasure that belongs only to me, because she also promised me."

Oda Sakunosuke sighed helplessly, treasure...

"By the way." The young man suddenly turned his head and showed a subtle smile, "You really can't write [-] words today?"

Oda Sakunosuke: There are so many words out of water!

A truth that Sakunosuke Oda, who has not yet started his writing career, still doesn’t understand is that for money, the author is absolutely free, and can be crazy, as long as you give money.

At this moment, Oda Sakunosuke still has a conscience.

In order to become a writer, like Mr. Bao Lin, he sold himself to Oda Sakunosuke of Duanmuyu to learn the best writing techniques. At this moment, he still doesn't know what kind of terrible world he is about to step into. The informant, plucking the wool of the supernatural secret service department, just like this helped dad open a new world of writing in advance.

Finally, Dazai Osamu, who took Oda Sakunosuke's materials, went back happily.

Then Oda Sakunosuke began to work during the day and Himan’s bitter story at night. He has never felt that life is so painful. Nisan is the author’s body. Himan is really too difficult!

In this way, under the double oppression of Dazai Osamu and Duanmuyu, Oda Sakunosuke's writing level rose sharply under the guidance of Li Baoen. He not only learned various writing techniques but also learned hydrology without a teacher. He is no longer a Pure Oda Sakunosuke!

Don't ask, it's really sweet to ask for money!

Ever since he knew that the thousand characters were only a few thousand yen outside, he felt that the unknown organization that gave him [-] thousand characters was handsome. I am thinking about my salary, what motivates me to work hard here?

Is it five social insurance and one housing fund?

He should leave the Port Mafia full-time sooner rather than later!

Sakunosuke Oda never dreamed that he would become a quasi-author so quickly?

Duanmuyou didn't expect that the work would progress so smoothly. Sure enough, there must be brave men under heavy rewards. You see, the author cries for his father and mother when he spends [-] a day, but he gets used to it when he spends [-] a day.

Wait until you have a chance to call the Supernatural Special Affairs Section to raise the manuscript fee!

And half a month after Duanmuyou went undercover, when Sawada Tsunayoshi was delivering dinner to Duanmuyou, the one who opened the door was Osamu Dazai who came to exchange information again. The boy leaned against the door and said with a smile, "Good evening, I'm here." Are you looking for a young lady? Mr. Sawada."

Sawada Tsunayoshi's hand holding the object paused for a moment, and the smile on the boy's face immediately widened, "Ah, I guessed right."

"You are the future Tsunayoshi Sawada, the Judaime of Pengo Lie."

The boy's kite-colored eyes were full of curiosity and interest, "I've never seen someone from the future before, hey, so it's like this."

The smile on Sawada Tsunayoshi's face did not change, but he was a little embarrassed in his heart. He deserved to be the most powerful man of the port mafia in the future, Osamu Dazai.

It does have a very terrifying power, can one side decide this matter through its own behavior and details?This is something that even the Supernatural Secret Service Division dare not think about, "So, you really have other purposes for coming here."

Sawada Tsunayoshi sighed, "I probably haven't said anything about it."

"Dazai, is that Mr. Tsunayoshi?"

Duanmu Yu's voice came from behind, and Dazai Osamu looked at Sawada Tsunayoshi in front of him and continued to analyze, "Ah, it's very simple, because although the time point is indeed different, it is the same to anyone, after all, as long as you know you Something to do with a particular alliance could easily deduce the existence of the bazooka, but I'd guess it's a decade or so, but it's weird that something like this must have a time limit, but you don't."

"It's very strange. Since you came here for another purpose, why do you want to be with Miss Sister?"

"Let me guess..."

The moment Dazai Osamu saw the expression of Sawada Tsunayoshi, the boy who had been a little complacent just now was suddenly stunned.

He added his reasoning in a daze, and the smile on his face disappeared completely.

"Because...after ten years, she will no longer be here."

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