Seeking the Law of Summoning in Taisho

Open your eyes, you can see the wooden ceiling, the surrounding is pitch black, the moonlight from outside the window can barely illuminate a corner by the window, and the light divided by the window lattice stops abruptly a few centimeters away from the bedding.

Osamu Dazai sat up, didn't rush to look around, but sighed first.

...It seems that he didn't die again, which friend saved him this time?

Just when he was thinking this way, there was a sudden sound of clogs outside the shoji door. The sound was messy and varied in intensity. The light laughter belonging to women and the whispers of men slipped into his ears together, although it was vague. Not clear, but enough to make his eyes light up.

It looks like it was rescued by a beautiful lady!

He lifted the quilt and was about to put on his shoes to take a look outside, but when his eyes fell on the kimono on his body and the straw sandals not far away, Osamu Dazai was stunned for a rare moment.

Did he commit suicide in this suit?

However, the memory of this part in his mind seemed to have been erased severely with an eraser, like a piece of mottled white paper. No matter what he thought, he didn't have any memory of before suicide.

But the difference is that he was able to clearly know the moment he woke up that he was indeed performing some kind of suicide ritual before he lost consciousness.

It's weird, isn't it?

With such doubts in mind, he straightened his clothes, walked to the door, and opened the shoji door.

This is a courtyard. The lanterns hanging on the eaves of the long corridor will reflect an ambiguous atmosphere around. Men and women hug each other and laugh and walk together. They stop in front of a certain shoji door and show their hearts when they enter one after the other. Unspoken smile.

Osamu Dazai raised his eyebrows, he seemed to vaguely guess where this place is.

There was a sound of hurried footsteps next to him, he turned his head, and saw a middle-aged woman walking towards him quickly.

"Sir, you are awake."

Although she is middle-aged, the woman is well maintained, and the face that has already climbed up a few wrinkles can still see the demeanor of the year.

"Mr. fainted outside Youkuo, and brought you back without authorization, please don't mind."

"Oh, how could it be~" Osamu Dazai smiled enthusiastically, "I have to say sorry because I have troubled Madam with this matter~"

Having said that, he paused for a moment, then changed the subject: "Madam, can you tell me, what is the current era?"

"Now is the Taisho period," the woman said with a confused look on her face, "Don't you remember, sir?"

Dazai laughed dryly on his face and growled in his heart.

No one would have thought that other people would sleep for a hundred years after death, but his suicide attempt would go back a hundred years.

It doesn't make sense!

Xu Shi saw that his complexion was not very good, the woman asked slightly worried: "Sir, why do you—"

The voice was cut off in the face of the other party's gradually terrified expression, Dazai Osamu was stunned, and heard someone behind him say:

"This is the man you brought back today?"

Osamu Dazai shrank his pupils.

No sound.

He didn't realize that there was someone behind him before the other party made a sound.

Following the eyes of the middle-aged woman, he slowly turned around, and he looked slowly.

That is a very beautiful woman.

Even though he had seen all kinds of beautiful women all these years in search of a lady who could die in love, when he saw this person in front of him, he couldn't help admiring, she was really extremely beautiful.

On her fair complexion, there are a little cherry lips, and Yokohama Ku①'s updo looks like a butterfly standing on her dark hair. It doesn't look thick, but only the lightness of fluttering wings and the seemingly contradictory but harmonious temptation.

She is a stunner who is born to attract attention, whether it is a man or a woman.

"Ah, beautiful lady, I have never seen a wonderful person like you," Dazai Osamu looked at the other party, with the light of the dark night flowing in his iris eyes, which made him look very serious, "If you can Spending one night with you, I think I will have no regrets in this world."

I don't know if his words are too pleasant, or Dazai Osamu's appearance is too confusing, in short, the moment his voice fell, the proprietress standing behind was surprised to find that this always grumpy and unpredictable fern Ji Huakui suddenly put away the contemptuous look with her head tilted to the side, and instead revealed a look that, although not satisfied, could be called joyful.

"It's not bad."

She slightly curled the corner of her lower lip. Her haughty appearance should easily arouse the anger of others, but since it came from this stunning face, no matter who it was, they would be more tolerant of it.

"But if you want to see me, it depends on your ability."

She walked past him, and the magnificent kimono brushed against his sleeves, ambiguously.

She stopped for a while beside the proprietress, "I'm here to tell you, I'm not here tonight, don't let anyone go to me."

Osamu Dazai glanced sideways, just in time to see the look of resentment and unwillingness flashed across the face of the proprietress when she lowered her head to answer.

Weird and interesting place.

After she walked away, the proprietress saluted him, her voice was still gentle, and there was nothing wrong with it:

"Please don't wander around, I will serve you tea later."

After thanking him with a smile, Osamu Dazai retreated into the house.

The shoji door closed behind him, he let out a breath, and put his hand into the left front of the kimono:

"Now, let me see what this thing that almost scalded me is."

When the hand was stretched out again, there was an extra journal on it.

The size is slightly larger than the palm of your hand, but in comparison, it should be about the same size as Kunikida-kun's pocket book. The cover is blank, and even the color is the same white as the inside.

I don't quite understand the structure of this notebook, but what surprised Osamu Dazai was that when he took it out of the kimono, the hot temperature disappeared, as if everything before was his illusion .

He turned it back and forth several times, and he was sure that there was no writing on it. He was about to put it down when a gust of wind suddenly blew up in the narrow and airtight room. In the silent room, it is particularly abrupt and creepy.

Osamu Dazai was considering whether to throw it out when the handbook stopped.

A few words slowly emerged on the originally blank page:

Hello, Mr. Dazai.

Osamu Dazai raised his hand and threw it out.

At the same time, he turned around and raised his hand to press the door, intending to open it and escape in one go.

...but the door didn't move.

The account behind him started to rattle again.

"whispering sound."

Knowing that he might not be able to escape the fate of hitting a ghost at this moment, Osamu Dazai turned around and looked down at the notebook that had just stopped on the ground.

"I don't know what your Excellency is doing?"

"Oh!" He didn't know what he thought of, and suddenly he clenched his fist and hammered it into his palm, his eyes sparkled and said, "Could it be that the gods heard my call and wanted to give me a refreshing, bright and vigorous death?"

Relying on his not-so-bad eyesight, Osamu Dazai looked at the handbook expectantly, and saw six dots first appearing on it, followed by two words:

No.

Osamu Dazai was disappointed for a moment, curled his lips: "That's meaningless."

It seemed that he was afraid that he would abandon the window and run away or burn the book in anger, so the notebook quickly wrote:

This is the commission accepted by Fukuzawa Yukichi, the president of the Armed Detective Agency.

Osamu Dazai blinked, and in the next moment, although he was reluctant, he sat down obediently and picked up the notebook again.

"Okay, it looks like it's a task assigned by the president, so there's nothing I can do about it." He tilted his head, "So, what is the task, my lovely handbook?"

It seemed that he was surprised by his address, and it took a while for the handwriting to appear again:

Save the people of this world as much as possible and let them survive the ghost attack.

Most importantly, kill Onimai Tsuji Mumi.

"Ah—" Osamu Dazai sighed, "Although it feels difficult, please explain it in detail."

Under the slow narration in the handbook, Osamu Dazai finally figured out the background of this era.

After the sun goes down, it's a carnival of evil spirits, and the ancestor of this group of ogres - also known as the king of ghosts - is named Oniwu Tsuji.

Since there are evil spirits and cannibals in this era, there are naturally warriors who kill ghosts to protect human beings. Such people are called ghost hunters, and the organization they belong to is called the ghost killing team.

Leaving aside the details, Osamu Dazai guessed that the source of this commission should be inseparable from these two hostile camps.

Otherwise, ordinary civilians should not have the ability to cast commissions for armed detective agencies across the ages.

So in other words, the people he needs to save are more inclined to the Ghost Killing Squad?

After reaching this not-so-clear conclusion, Osamu Dazai rubbed his chin, looked at the account and said with a smile, "What about you? You can't just have the function of sending missions, right?"

Handbook: When you need help, you can tear off the paper on the handbook and call your companion's name.

Handbook: Companions will be summoned to you and stay for one day.

Handbook: But it should be noted that each summon consumes your stamina, and the more difficult the summoning is, the greater your stamina consumption will be.

Handbook: Please use it with caution.

"Wow!" Osamu Dazai stared, "Am I going to become an Onmyoji?"

Pocket account: ...No way!

Before Osamu Dazai could refute anything, there was a knock on the shoji door. He looked towards the source of the sound, and at the same time quickly closed the account in his hand and stuffed it into the kimono.

The proprietress came in carrying tea as promised, Osamu Dazai calmed down a little, thanked him and sat down beside the small table.

"Sir, there is no smell of tobacco on him, so he only brought tea here without authorization, please don't mind."

Osamu Dazai: "Madam is too polite."

Otherwise, it would be too embarrassing to let you know that I didn't faint by accident but attempted suicide.

The proprietress skillfully poured tea for him, and at the same time said:

"Sir just said that you want to spend the night with Fern Princess Oiran..."

She didn't finish her words, and the lingering sound fell in her ears, which made people guess.

"It's Warahime..." Osamu Dazai looked sincere, "It's as beautiful as she is."

The words that were almost admitted made the proprietress laugh the moment she uttered, she nodded: "Since that's the case, please pay the full one hundred yen first, sir."

Osamu Dazai was dumbfounded: "...Huh?"

"Even if you're not an oiran, you need to pay homage to a traveling girl three times. Don't you know, Mister?"

After saying this, the proprietress vaguely realized something, and her face was a little ugly, "If the husband can't afford it, please pay the full amount for today's accommodation, it's not much, only [-] yen."

Dazai stiffened.

What's going on, how did this middle-aged woman who was gentle and gentle just now change her attitude so quickly? !It's a ghost!

However, Osamu Dazai is worthy of being Osamu Dazai, and he is very good at communication. Even if he knows very clearly at this moment that he is penniless, he can still maintain his expression and nod his head as usual: "What did Madam say? Since I agreed, how could there be any?" reason to repent."

He changed the subject: "However, Madam, please wait a little longer. I will definitely hand over the money tomorrow at the latest."

Seeing that he had made a promise, the proprietress immediately smiled.

"Then wait for good news from Mr.

Osamu Dazai sent the proprietress out with a smile on his face. When the sound of footsteps disappeared, he immediately closed the barrier door, and at the same time took out the account from his clothes. He heard a "tear" sound, and the blank paper was torn off by him——

"Kunikida-kun! Help!"