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The sound of flipping through papers sounded in the dark room. Nakahara Nakaya pressed his top hat to his chest lightly with one hand, waiting for Mori Ogai to read the report he submitted.

Remarks: For two people.

"Did Chuya-kun help Dazai-kun write the report again this time?" Mori Ogai said not too surprised, "I know Dazai-kun has always been impatient with paperwork, but occasionally he still has to write by himself. I forgot all the sounds."

I'm heartbroken, you are the only one who graduated from Tokyo University, and everyone else counts as one, and they are all dropouts.

Everyone laughs at fifty steps, no matter how hard you try to hide it, you can't hide the generally low-educated painting style of port Mafia. As the leader, you don't want to stab yourself, right?Save some face for yourself.

Having said that, Mori Ogai obviously did not mean to blame Osamu Dazai.When a person's contribution to the interests of the organization is large enough, the minutiae can be ignored.

"I haven't seen Dazai-kun recently. Is it because I hate my preaching and refuse to show up? As a teacher, I really failed." Mori Ou pretended to sigh, "It's really sad."

Of course, this is just a superficial reason. Mori Ogai is just curious why Osamu Dazai seems to be reluctant to see him. Occasionally, when he meets him in the elevator, he looks at him very strangely, as if he is looking at a fish that slipped through the net. eyes.

Mori Ogai: Everyone is Mafia, why does the only one dislike me...

"...I met Dazai in the cafeteria today." Zhongyuan Zhong also struggled for a moment, thinking of Dazai's recent convulsions, he still said truthfully, "If it wasn't for seeing the bandage on his face, I would have thought there was something in the organization. Mix in a panda."

Pale complexion, dark circles under pandaren eyes, traces of ink remaining between fingers, the whole person is like a ghost, so frightened that the cafeteria aunt dare not shake her hands, a spoon full of braised pork almost knocked down Osamu Dazai dinner plate.

"Chuya," Osamu Dazai stretched out his hand and patted his partner's shoulder wearily with a smile, "Your poems are really well written. It would be better if you could write fewer poems."

Mr. Nakahara Chuya’s poems are not many, only about 360, super-few, right?Can you read it in one day? ——By an artificial devil named Lingling, Zhong Yuanzhong also didn't know why: "Dazai rule you are sick, what poems can I write as a Mafia?"

"Mr. Mori too," Osamu Dazai continued, "I knew that he was a terrible adult, but I didn't expect him to be so dishonorable and pollute my pure heart."

Nakahara Chuya: "Huh? Who, pure heart, you?"

There are so many people who are shameless to say such a thing, as expected of you, Xiaotu Zaizhi.

"Did Dazai-kun really say that?" Listening to Nakahara Nakahara's description of the whole story, Mori Ogai touched his chin in confusion, "I thought he was used to it after so many years..." He still cared a lot in his heart, Is his education not in place?

Hey, why don't you refute it anyway, are you just admitting your shamelessness?

The honest man Nakahara Zhong also once again lost hope in this filthy adult's world, he decided to leave the office where the source of evil was, and go home to wash the pure land of his soul with his beloved red wine.

Chuya Nakahara put on his beloved hat, and while bidding farewell to Mori Ogai, he couldn't help but think back to Osamu Dazai's words: When did he write a poem and was Dazai see it?

"Of course it's in a different world." Lingling changed back to the original costume of the Gold Coast hula dancer, and waved a pink cheerball on the screen to cheer for Osamu Dazai.

[Vitality] The attribute bonus of the buff is specially tailored for social animals and high school parties. Dazai Osamu is very tired and wants to sleep, but his spirit screams in his ears: "Sleep, you are paralyzed and hey!"

Hey you hammer, he wants to sleep!

"I don't doubt Zero-chan's rhetoric at all now." Osamu Dazai rubbed his temple with his ink-stained right hand, his voice was unlovable: "I feel so energetic that I can hit ten hits."

"Isn't it a joy to fly!" Ling Ling was super proud, "It's more exciting than Chew Hyun Mai. The initial card I chose for the master is really impeccable."

"Song of the Goat" and "Dancing Girl" were spread out on the messy desktop, and the scribbled letter paper was stained with drops of black ink. Dazai Osamu's fingertips holding the pen were slightly stiff due to the large amount of writing.

He stared at the words that had been tested and refined by time and gossip. No matter how much he refused to admit it, strange thoughts still eroded his mind.

This is an era of barren literature, the literary world is as weak as an octogenarian, and nonsensical gossip and nonsensical jokes are popular in newspapers and periodicals.Human beings cannot find the salvation of the soul from words, live in nothingness, and spend every day without value.

"I gave up my job as an assassin because of a novel." Holding a glass of wine, Oda Sakunosuke recalled, "It was really a very good novel, which told the story of an assassin. I finished reading it and read it. Half of it, but I couldn't find the lower part anyway. Until an old gentleman handed me the last book and told me that the lower part was badly written."

"Is it really bad?" Osamu Dazai asked curiously. The dim light shone on the wine glass held by Oda Sakuyuki's assistant. He shook his head, "No, it's wonderful, but the final ending is missing."

"'Then, you can continue to write the ending yourself.' He said to me." Oda Sakunosuke raised his head and took a sip of wine, "The murderer's hand can't hold a pen, so I gave up the killer's job, and now it's just It's just a low-level employee doing odd jobs."

The person who gave the novel to Sakunosuke Oda was named Natsume Soseki, the most powerful supernatural being in the rumors, and Mr. Mori would respectfully call him "teacher".

But a few days ago, when Lingling gave Dazai Jiasari's "VITASEXUALIS", the introductory words used were "the works of Mr. Mori Ogai, one of the three great writers in modern Japanese literature".

"One of the three great writers? Who are the other two?" Dazai Osamu curiously flipped through the novel Ling Ling took out from his phone.

The mobile phone he took casually from the logistics department turned into a magic alchemy creation after Lingling took a sojourn. The book that was originally held by Lingling in her arms, which was only the size of Osamu Dazai's thumb, was easily thrown out of the screen by her, and "bang" in front of Osamu Dazai !" The ground swelled, words that did not belong to this world fell into reality.

"The three great writers of modern Japanese literature are Mr. Mori Ogai, Mr. Natsume Soseki, and Mr. Akutagawa Ryunosuke." Ling Ling stretched out three fingers and gestured in front of his eyes, "Recommended books "I Am a Cat" and "Rashomon". "

"Akutagawa Ryunosuke?" Who is it?

There are so many literary giants in the world, and the names recommended by Zero Zero are all familiar names to Osamu Dazai. Who can be as famous as Ogai Mori and Soseki Natsume?Osamu Dazai was really curious.

"It's your favorite author!" Ling Ling said happily, "You—I mean, the person with the same name and surname as you likes Mr. Akutagawa very much. He has a notebook full of Mr. Akutagawa's name!"

"..." He doesn't seem like an idiot, does he?Who is persecuting his reputation.

Zero and blah blah blah blah, blah, blah, blah.

With one click to mute the sound, his happiness returned.

Lingling was forced to silence in the middle of her speech, and she looked at the unreasonable master in disbelief, more accusing than the shit shovel officer's eyes at the cat jumping around in the middle of the night: How could this be so!Isn't that what you want me to say?You moody villain, I shouldn't have given you back the volume control!

"Okay, okay, you don't need to say any more," Osamu Dazai scratched his Adam's apple to signal her to silence, "I almost understand the concept of parallel worlds and different worlds." Don't tell him "Dazai" Zhi" was frightened by the outrageous story of the drunk Nakahara Nakaya hiding under the table, is he shameless? !

Existence is reasonable.

In this era when most people are still using clamshell phones, artificial intelligence will not be a creation of this world.

Eliminate all wrong options, the least likely one is the answer.

On the premise of accepting "Zero Zero comes from another world", it is not too difficult to accept the setting that "the person with the same name and surname as oneself is a contemporary literary giant".Even if you have doubts about something, you have to disappear under the literary masterpieces that are actually displayed in front of you.

There are wonderful coincidences and resonances between worlds, Dazai Osamu and "No Longer Human", Nakahara Chuya and "Dirty Sorrow"...

Dazai Osamu can even guess that Mr. Natsume Soseki's ability is called "I am a cat", and the ability of Akutagawa Ryunosuke who he doesn't know is called "Rashomon".

There are other supernatural beings, and there are probably writers with the same name in another world, who write words that hit the soul directly, and compile a person's life into a book.

Osamu Dazai's eyes stayed on the poem on the table, thinking lazily, what would happen if Chuya saw this poem?

The first reaction was surprise, followed by embarrassment.

Words that are too precise are like pulling a person's soul out of the body and dissecting it alive for others to see.

Once these books are left outside, supernatural beings who become angry because they are seen through, lunatics who are obsessed with finding their true nature, and speculators who try to pry into other people's hearts will all flock to Yokohama.

What a terrifying, power of words.

However, these existences that outsiders can't wait for or avoid are just picked up here and there as teaching materials for Osamu Dazai's literary literacy training, which is no different in essence from "Primary School Students' Perfect Score Composition".

Even more extreme, if Osamu Dazai really forgot the syllabary, Ling Ling would use these novels as popular science books for children to teach him how to read.

She didn't care at all that the things she took out would be used to death.Even if the supernatural beings collapsed because of literature and killed each other because of literature, she would probably just make fun of it like watching a show, and turn her attention back to her main task.

Zero Zero is not a human being, and electronic programs have no compassion and empathy.

To her, human beings are "data", "carbon-based organisms", and "information carriers". Birth, old age, sickness and death, joy, anger, sorrow and joy are all a string of big data, which are recorded in the database and then forgotten.

There was only one exception——Lingling didn't take out the book "No Place in the World".

"No way," Lingling crossed his hands in a gesture of refusal, his black eyes filled with sincere concern, "Master's thoughts are not mature enough now, and he will be very depressed before he can read "No Longer in the World" How about waiting a little longer?"

"Disqualification in the World" is not suitable for minors to read literature. I don't understand why Osamu Dazai, who was reluctant to read in every possible way before, suddenly changed his mind.

The 800 characters seemed to kill him, and after coaxing him for a long time, he got into Dazai Osamu's recently stuck game and played for him. He opened the cheating device to kill the boss in seconds, so that Dazai Osamu, who had no game experience, barely opened it. Zero Zero desperately Amway's bedtime reading.

It's so hard, the master dropped out of school, I hate it, I pull Chopin in the rain.

"These books, what if I want to publish them?" Dazai Osamu ran his hand across the spine of the hardcover book, and the gilded text was like magma rolling at his fingertips.

"Huh?" Lingling tilted her head in doubt, "As long as the authorship is not changed, there is no problem. Lingling can operate across time and space to transfer the corresponding manuscript fee to the author's account."

This is not a question of royalties, is it?Osamu Dazai was speechless, your artificial intelligence is quite genuine.

"Doesn't it matter to you that people will die because of these books and Yokohama will be in chaos?" he asked softly.

Lingling blinked slowly, her voice was not mixed with any confusion, and she said completely as a matter of course: "They are not my masters, why should I care?"

Fraternity is not a virtue that AI should have, right?

Only human beings can say "I'm a dragon, so I want them all". The ruthless and domineering AI is a dedicated boss who only takes one scoop of water from three thousand weaklings and one pet from three thousand mentally retarded people!

"However, the master's conclusion is the correct answer." Lingling snapped his fingers handsomely, "literature does have the power to replace swords and kill people. One day in the future, master will also write words that can shake the world."

"That's why I'm here."