Mr. Floating Dream just wants to write

[I am dazzled by natural disasters.

Ichwar von der Naturkatastrophegeblendet.

I hear my blood running through my body,

Ichhremein Blutdurchmeinen Krperflieen,

My heart is beating.

Mein Herzschlgt.

I bowed my head meekly and respectfully,

Ichneigtemeinen Kopfsanft,

Pious and fearful to welcome the arrival of natural disasters.

Ehrgeizigundngstlich, der Ankunft der Geielzubegegnen.

I saw the apocalypse,

Ichsehedie Apokalypse,

I found meaning in the world.

Icherkanntedie Bedeutung der Welt.

I knelt on the ground,

Ichknieteaufdem Boden,

The soul cries:

Die Seeleschreit:

For the sovereign king of natural disasters,

Fürden Herrscher der Geiel,

Give a hymn.

Gibeine Hymne.]

The stained glass has gorgeous patterns, and they are projected onto the marble floor, like flowers blooming one after another.

The words on the paper sing praises and tell an ancient story.

The man was immersed in his own world, he was playing the cello, in an empty but extremely gorgeous room, when the song was over, he put down his bow and laughed softly.

"interesting."

There are white birds flying past the colored windows, and the land of Siberia has unmelted ice and snow.Holy, beautiful, quiet world.

Neon, which faces it across the sea, is still struggling with the sky phenomenon observed by millions of people yesterday.

The reason why natural disasters are natural disasters is that they are one of the most severe challenges faced by human beings from the past, present, and future.Disasters from heaven are beyond human control.Almost all departments are operating at the same time, the vast majority of people are ordinary people, and special systems such as supernatural powers are still kept secret.

Ango Sakaguchi put down the phone and contacted the Armed Detective Agency before, hoping to discuss it together. Now it is time to meet the people from the Detective Agency.

The room is still filled with crackling typing, orderly conversations, and soft and fast footsteps.Ango Sakaguchi went to greet him, not only for this phenomenon, but also for the mysterious man who caused everything.

Unknown real name, unknown age, a man wrapped in mist.

The phone of the Ability Secret Service Division almost exploded, not only the government and the military, but also the port mafia and many overseas organizations.Even if there is such a thing as supernatural power, it is the most natural fear for people to face unsolvable natural disasters.

How can we not be afraid?

It's just that this hidden fear didn't interfere with the man himself.

Mr. Floating Dream sat on a European-style chair, and the same-style table in front of him was filled with utensils and food for afternoon tea.A house that combines Japanese style and Western style has the advantages of both.Mr. Fumeng flipped through the book in his hand, and there was a man sitting opposite him, also holding a book with him.

The two read their books without any verbal communication, except for the occasional sound of teacups colliding with saucers, but the atmosphere was not weird at all, and both of them enjoyed this kind of life quite a lot.

The golden pendulum swings regularly, making an ancient bell sound.

Closing the book in his hand, Fu Meng picked up the teacup and took a sip.The originally golden pupils turned into violet, which is a proof that there are still books that have not been taken back.Pick up the slip of paper with writing on one side, and the name of a book that is not crossed out.

"There are still books that haven't come back." Another man sighed, after all, the opponent's battle was too big yesterday.

Fumeng shrugged, "That child..." Mr. Fumeng put down his teacup, cut off a small piece of cake with a fork, and there was a little helplessness in his snow blue eyes, "She is a good child."

The man nodded, his eyes were also blue, but they were darker than the ice blue before Fumeng, quieter and softer, not as cold and sharp as Mr. Fumeng's first.

"Dazai should meet Ango now." The man glanced at the hands on the clock, Floating Dream was obviously the one who created the turmoil, but he sat quietly at the table, looking like an old British aristocrat, Elegant and noble, it is completely unimaginable that it is the same person who caused the natural disaster.

"I don't know when Dazai will read the letter." The man said again, and his teacup was not black tea, but coffee.

Mr. Fumeng was quite indifferent, "You have read the book written by him, although it is not the same person, but you also know each other." Hearing his words, the man's face also fluctuated, and his tone was a bit complicated, "Ah , I didn’t expect everyone to be very good.”

Fumeng glanced at the man, with a stubble chin, he looked a bit dumb, or natural, he smiled slightly, "Compared to this, didn't you say you want to be a novelist? what?"

Hearing his question, the man froze for a moment. He rubbed his head, "It's a little more difficult than I imagined." He sighed, whether it's a letter or a novel, in short, let's continue.

"What are we eating today?"

"Spicy curry?"

Mr. Floating Dream leaned on the back of the chair, he looked out of the glass window, the sky and the sun were so bright, it was probably a good time to go for a walk.

A very leisurely time.

Saying it would make Sakaguchi Yasugo jealous.He glanced at his watch, "Then trouble the Armed Detective Agency. I still have a job, so I'll take my leave first."

Leaving the Supernatural Secret Service Division, Osamu Dazai stretched his waist. He stretched his waist and felt that his bones were about to break.A gleam of light flashed in his iris-colored eyes, and he murmured, "A puppet..."

Holding his hands together, Osamu Dazai puffed up his face, "Anyway, it must have escaped from Mr. Kunikida-kun. I just want to try a new method of suicide recently." I don't care about myself at all. Doing it will make Kunikida Doppo so irritable, and what kind of storm he will face afterwards.

As if thinking of something, Osamu Dazai took out the letter from his pocket.

It was received from his friend when he was in Dragon Boat City.It's just that he didn't open it for various reasons, and stuffed the letter back into his pocket. Osamu Dazai decided to wait until he got back to read it, anyway, it was already so long late.

Then until he is at home, open the letter.

The smile on his face froze.

He will close his eyes, raise his head, and after a few seconds, open his eyes again, with only a few simple words on the paper.

"It scared me."

Osamu Dazai sat on the sofa and covered his face with his hands, so that people could not see the expression on his face clearly.Almost instantly he wanted to get up, but for some reason he didn't.He probably knew that his current mood was not suitable, so he walked into the bathroom, turned on the tap, and washed his face.

Water droplets dripped down the slightly curly black hair, and he wiped his face with his hands.

"Great."

He whispered, not knowing whether it was water drops or tears, "Great." Osamu Dazai repeated again, he raised his head and looked at himself in the mirror, his eyes seemed to have lights.

Osamu Dazai is a coward. Even though he is now a 22-year-old youth, he has struggled in the cruelty of the mafia and society, and has seen a lot of humanity, but he is still a lonely child in his heart.A child crying alone.

"It's too ugly." Osamu Dazai left in front of the mirror, he felt a little sleepy, but in fact, it was not time for him to fall asleep, probably because he was naturally vigilant, and he spent the most youthful period in the mafia, even in the In the dream, he also had an extremely vigilant heart.

Occasionally he would commit suicide with sleeping pills, but the feeling of gastric lavage was quite uncomfortable.

Different from this time, he really felt a burst of relief, which came from the heart, like the afternoon sun, warm and comfortable, this is really a novel experience for Osamu Dazai.It seems that he has strategized, but in some respects he still retains the nature of a child, but this side is hidden deeply.

A good night's sleep.

Even though he already knew the news, Osamu Dazai still became nervous, which was rare for him.

He stared at the iron gate in front of him, and had stood there for 10 to [-] minutes, but he didn't dare to go in.The people who came and went looked at him rather strangely, and then walked away from this guy quickly.

"Dazai? What are you doing?" A man's voice came from behind. Dazai was like a cat being held by the back of his neck. His whole body was blown up, but he was extremely cute.

"Why don't you go in?" Someone opened the iron gate and brought Osamu Dazai in.

Osamu Dazai took a few deep breaths, "It's been a long time, Oda Tsukuru." He said with a smile.

"Tsk. Why are you here?"

Osamu Dazai looked over, and the gravity user of Mafia at the port was wearing a blue kimono, looking at him with a displeased expression.The blue pupils glared at Osamu Dazai, then turned and left reluctantly.Although he was full of doubts, Osamu Dazai was quite honest.

Mr. Fumeng sat quietly on the tatami, and an open book was placed on the low table.He was flipping through the pages with lowered eyes, as if not surprised by the arrival of Osamu Dazai, he turned a page with his fingers.Waiting for Osamu Dazai, a cat full of doubts and doubts, to speak.

"Sir, you..."

Fu Meng looked up at him, handed him an orange, and signaled him to shut up and not speak.Then he lowered his head again, who would have thought that Osamu Dazai, who always had a lot of tongue, would have a day when he was at a loss for words.Osamu Dazai took the oranges obediently, like a child, puffed up his face, and picked the oranges sullenly.

"Hey, bastard Dazai, sit over there." Nakahara Nakaya kicked him with his foot while holding the tray, and Oda Sakunosuke followed behind him, "Did Dazai have breakfast yet?"

"No." Osamu Dazai moved to the opposite side, looking at the two people who sat down and the trays they put down.

The man closed the book in his hand, revealing the words on the cover.

"Book of the Dead".

Probably noticed Osamu Dazai's gaze, Mr. Fumeng explained: "This is not the original Book of the Dead. Don't worry. Besides, Chuya and Sakunosuke are responsible for cooking."

Quite everyday, like life fragments that can be seen everywhere, Osamu Dazai blinked and lowered his head.

【これは梦ですか?

Is this a dream? 】

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Finally released Oda Tsukuru hhhh!

I'm a sweet text contestant!As long as I am here, I will not write about knives!

I can tell you one thing, that Mr.'s cp is a super beauty, and she is of the coquettish type.

没想到吧！请大家给我评论，营养液，或许咱么可以讨论一下加更（大概。）感谢在2020-04-2615:39:13~2020-04-2621:18:43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 who threw the grenade: Mochizuki 1;

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 20 bottles of birch;

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