Super Cursed Spirit Knotweed

The bookstore is not big, even though it is a bookstore, it also sells some small groceries. It is set up in an inconspicuous corner of an inconspicuous street in Tokyo. It usually receives the same wave of customers. It takes a long time for the goods to be replenished again. The only advantage is that the bookstore is open 24 hours a day.

The boss is? A short, middle-aged man, like most of his peers? The top of his head is a little cool. He didn't sleep well at night and woke up very early in the morning. Today is the same? So I came to my own small bookstore, replaced the young man on the night shift, and sat in front of the cashier to eat the still warm meat buns I just bought.

Today is a rest day, and there are not many people in the small bookstore right now, only a few brats who spend the night scooping up free comic books? The plot is really annoying, but since they are all acquaintances and the buns are so delicious, the boss decided to let them go magnanimously today.

Under the cover of the cashier counter, the boss twisted his buttocks, adjusted a more comfortable posture, and stared blankly at the front, biting the buns in a daze, and only after three or four mouthfuls did he realize You realized that the black shadow revealed between the gaps in the bookshelves seemed to be a person.

In the backlight of the bookshelf, an extremely thin black-haired man was flipping through something.

He was wearing a long black coat with all the buttons unbuttoned, revealing a very elegant dark high-end suit inside, and a red scarf hanging loosely around his neck. Visible to the naked eye, most of the skin, including the left eye, was covered Covered by bandages, combined with the man's thin figure, it can't help but make people worry that the other party is? Isn't he? Suffered some serious injury.

The man is sitting cross-legged on the ground now, his back is not particularly straight, but it is far from hunchbacked. He is flipping through the novel in his hand in an extremely relaxed posture.

The windbreaker, which looked expensive, was piled up behind him, and passers-by would occasionally step on its corners, but the man kept turning a deaf ear to the noisy noise with apologies behind him.

After an unknown amount of time, he closed the book in his hand with a loud "snap."

Maybe it's? Sitting for a long time, his legs are a little numb. When he got up, the man's movements were stiff, or? He clenched his fist with his backhand and hammered his back. Old people who are nearly sixty years old may be more energetic than him.The man—Osamu Dazai, who used to be the leader of Mafia at the port, comes from the "inner world of the book" where the only Sakunosuke Oda is still alive and writing novels.

Osamu Dazai shook the novel in his hands, and his eyes lined up on the bookshelves, scanning the graphic novels with the covers of all the acquaintances.

That is? The legendary IF line.

As long as it is written on the "book" and the logic is smooth, it can be turned into reality.

The principle behind this is to extract and summon the one that matches the story written down from the infinite possibilities contained in the "book", and combine this part of the fragment with the world outside the "book". " to perform the exchange.

Osamu Dazai's ability is to nullify supernatural powers. He uses his ability to forcefully join the worlds that do not interfere with each other like a jigsaw puzzle.

The cobbled together world is not very solid, the vitality of the world is constantly being lost, and some strange things are accidentally mixed in on the way of splicing the world.

In short, in the end, his world is not fragile. As long as more than three people know "Book?", it will be unstable. After finally meeting with Oda Sakunosuke and entrusting the responsibility behind him to Nakajima Atsushi and Akutagawa Ryunosuke, he consciously wishes. Osamu Dazai felt relieved? He jumped down from the roof of the first building.

He didn't die instantly after falling to the ground. Osamu Dazai's brain still remained active to a certain extent after his body was severely damaged beyond repair.

Afraid of pain, he somewhat spurned himself who chose to jump off a building to end his life a few seconds ago, but he didn't feel regretful.

The temperature of his body dissipated rapidly, Dazai Osamu felt nothing but cold, as if after a long time, when his consciousness finally began to blur, and he thought that he could finally touch the dream he had pursued for a long time, he heard There is a certain sound.

The next development, even for Osamu Dazai's brain, is difficult to understand or accept.

According to the tall giant in front of him who is very close to Ultraman in human setting, he admires Osamu Dazai's spirit of sacrificing himself to save others. Isn't Osamu Dazai? The person who should die here, so he decided to rely on Combine to save him.

However, this world is indeed too unstable. He needs to temporarily take Osamu Dazai to rest in another world. What should he consider? Throwing Osamu Dazai back without destroying the world.

Ah, Osamu Dazai thought, it's really an Ultraman.

Come? Before Osamu Dazai refused, the kind-hearted Ultraman who was passing by was in front of Atsushi Nakajima, Ryunosuke Akutagawa and a group of onlookers who were shocked by someone jumping off the building just now, with a reluctant Osamu Dazai Run away.

Atsushi Nakajima and Ryunosuke Akutagawa, who were looking under the fence from the top of the first floor, fell into a boundless silence.

The two unschooled children were less able to accurately describe the accident before them.

"That day, the leader turned into light." Afterwards, a former □white god of death who did not want to be named wrote so in his memoirs.

Osamu Dazai, who was caught by the enthusiastic Ultraman passing by, had nothing to say about this.

He didn't regret when he jumped off the building, he didn't regret when he fell, he didn't regret when he quietly waited for death to come, but now, he did feel the emotion called remorse that was constantly emerging from the depths of his heart.

Laxatives, no more trying, I don't want to go back.

……

When the knotweed was sent over, the sky was only half-dry. Even though we were in the bustling Tokyo, we still couldn't see a few people.

He hid himself in the shadow under the bridge, still holding the skull in his hand, a little worried.

Although the skull in his hand won't rot and deteriorate after Tian Yuan's special treatment, but... no matter what? Anyone who sees a man walking down the street with a skull in his hand will definitely call the police to save his life.

The bandage is very considerate? Appearing on its own initiative?, tightly covering the skull. Although the curved hard shell wrapped in the blood-red bandage is still suspicious, it is much better than taking someone else's head for a walk.

"Ah, I'm sorry for neglecting you all this time..." Knotweed then remembered the bandage that Wujo Wu caught on the spot when he wanted to touch his face, and asked directly, "Excuse me, are you ?Who?"

Bandage, the curse spirit Knotweed Yuren from thousands of years ago, aka "a small accident" (resulting in the normal reincarnation of Knotweed Yuren?), using the same juvenile voice as Knotweed Yuren, first? He briefly explained his own identity, and then comforted the knotweed with a long paragraph:

"It's okay. I know that my brother and Mr. Gojo Satoru have a lot of connections, and it's inevitable that I will be a little excited after seeing each other for a long time. But for the current brother, I'm just a stranger, and I wanted to touch you just now. face, if you are entangled by someone you don’t remember, brother will also feel troubled.”

"Although I understand it in my heart, I always...can't control my desire to be close to my brother. I don't ask for anything, as long as my brother is... an ordinary bandage, take me with you, don't deliberately Just kick me out."

"I won't stop you and Mr. Gojo Satoru? Sticky fights? Fights? Let's talk about love and secretly communicate with each other. Brother, please don't hate me."

"Are you too tea? Are you? The ancestor of green tea? A curse on green tea?" Gojo Satoru said blankly.

After hearing the self-introduction of the other party, the puzzle that has been plagued by Knotweed was solved instantly? This is not the solution of "getting the last piece of the puzzle", but "the zombie vomited my brain out" Come out?" The kind of untie.

Knotabagi Yuhito recalled what the other party had done - it seemed that he had no actual action except to change his memory into a mess?

This kind of behavior with no clear purpose is even more terrifying. When Knotweed asked again, "Knotweed Youroto" just pretended to be dead, saying yes? It was not the right time, and he didn't reveal anything other than that, and Knotweed didn't force him .

I grabbed a random passer-by and asked me on the pretext that I got lost. How to get to the largest comic exhibition nearby?

Although it has not officially started yet, many COSER and Two-dimensional enthusiasts have already gathered outside the venue.

Unsurprisingly, Yuzu Yuhito was regarded as his own coser.

Due to the single-digit body fat set by the official body, the difficulty of returning to the original Knotweed Yuren can be said to be quite high. Many men and women (even more men) who hold the knotweed are touching After seeing the strong forearm muscles of the knotweed, the light in the eyes flashed, and the back of the knotweed felt cold.

Hirohito Kojou watched countless people trembling through Gojo Satoru, took a sneak peek at the man's expression, stimulated his athletic potential of 3 seconds 50 meters, and fled the scene quickly.

Wujo Wuxian? Now it can only be regarded as the magic power with memory, not to mention ordinary people, even ordinary conjurers can't see him, touch it? It's cool and unreal, can you control yourself? Whether you touch the entity, But even if he slapped him all over the face, the victim should not be able to see or not.

After running to a relatively remote place, Hu Zhang just wanted to speak to comfort him, but was stopped by a black-haired man who appeared out of nowhere.

"Ah, hello~ Are you a cosplayer?"

"Really? Excuse me, can you sign it for me?"

The man was wearing black suit pants, with a black shirt and a bandage wrapped around his body. He didn't look like a Two-dimensional guy, but he looked like a job seeker who had just been discharged from the hospital after being found out. Cowherd.

Gojo Satoru next to him directly stepped over the knotweed, took the pen, and didn't write anything in a hurry, and asked casually as if chatting:

"Hey—brother, are you too? Cosplay? Who is this cosplayer? Who is it?"

"Ah? Is it? Because of the bandage? Actually, I accidentally got burned when I was a child, so I have always felt inferior, so I can only wrap the wound with a bandage..."

After the black-haired man took over, the knotweed frowned imperceptibly. Unexpectedly, this subtle, almost invisible change was also noticed by the other party.

Just now? The young man who looked forward to it and seemed very interested in the knotweed immediately collapsed, became expressionless, and seemed to have a sudden sense of detachment from the world. "This exposure is too fast."

The young man—Osamu Dazai took two steps back, maintaining a safe distance that was more comfortable for both of them,

"How is it? This human body is not bad, get out of my body quickly."

The author has something to say: Dazai can see that there are special circumstances, and I am still thinking about how to implement this setting.

I’m sorry, but I’ve completely run out of manuscripts. In short, there will probably be none tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, and I’ll make up for it on Saturday. I’ll try my best to make up all three on Saturday.

In Dazai's body is the one who has the same seiyuu as him.

By the way, do you want Dazai to transform?