Seeking the Law of Summoning in Taisho

at the same time--

The peach-colored blade draws a stern arc under the night sky, and along with the peach blossoms in the trajectory, the blade of the sun wheel blade points directly at the neck of Xia Xianyi.

Butterfly Kanae slashed at Nightmare without hesitation after climbing onto the roof.

But when the blade was less than three inches away from the neck, a strange piece of flesh suddenly emerged from behind him, and the densely packed eyes on it opened together at this moment, and the word "dream" was engraved on the pupils without exception.

Words as soft as sleeping sounded from nowhere: "Go to sleep..."

However, to Nightmare's surprise, under the double attack of his two blood ghost techniques, the girl on the opposite side not only did not fall into the dream as he thought, but instead leaned forward, connecting his neck and the torso behind him. Cutting together at a faster speed!

The blood ghost technique failed, Nightmare's body dissipated together with the flesh, Butterfly Chanae closed the knife, but Xia Xianyi's voice sounded again behind her:

"why……"

Nightmare stood on the edge of the roof, the night wind blew his hair, his expression looked extremely confused: "Why is my blood ghost technique useless to you..."

"Why aren't you dead yet?" Butterfly Kanae frowned.

Nightmare didn't answer, he looked him up and down for a long time, finally, his eyes slowly stopped on Butterfly Chana Hui's eyes, and he suddenly realized: "Ah... your eyes seem to be a little special."

"The line of sight caught my movement very quickly, so as to avoid my blood ghost technique..." He suddenly laughed happily, with his arms open in a willful and fearless posture, "If this is not possible, , let’s play another game~”

Butterfly Kanae clenched the knife, "...what are you talking about?"

"Those guests who came to the ballroom have all entered the dreamland I created. Since you don't want them to stay in the dream, then I have no choice but to—" He put his index finger on his lips and whispered in a sickly smile Whispering, "weave, weave, nightmare, dream, gone."

He stepped back with one foot, and his whole body was almost suspended in the air, but he didn't take it seriously, instead he looked forward to the upcoming things.

"Come on, let me see, how do you save those who are in pain?"

Butterfly Kanae rushed up with the Sun Wheel Knife, but the other party fell backwards as early as she took a step, and the suit was rattled by the wind. He smiled and said to her during the fall:

"The whole dance hall is me, and I will watch you, you, how painfully you please me."

His figure disappeared into the air, leaving only the tail sound, which slowly drifted away in the night wind.

As if echoing his words, at the moment he disappeared, there was a faint noise in the ballroom, and Butterfly Kanae had no choice but to turn back again.

And without her knowing, two people, being guided by the crow, walked into the mansion.

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"Haven't you arrived yet?"

Dazai Osamu's purely black unconscious realm makes people unable to feel the passage of time, and the ticket checker can only roughly feel that the two have walked here for a long time, but there is still no trace of the spiritual core they are looking for.

"Soon."

The boy kept walking ahead, and the ticket inspector had no choice but to continue walking.

After a while, the other party finally stopped, raised his hand and pointed forward: "Here, that is the spiritual core."

The ticket inspector excitedly looked past him, only to find that there was nothing ahead.

"Where is it? Where is it?" He opened his eyes and tried to look forward, but still got nothing.

"It's right there." The little boy looked back at him in surprise, "Can't you see it?"

"I……"

Seeing that the finish line was just ahead, the ticket inspector couldn't help feeling a little anxious. He pushed the other person away and took two quick steps forward, turning around and looking around in the direction of his finger, but he couldn't see what he called the spiritual core.

"There's nothing at all!" He was anxious, and turned around to ask the other party, "Are you lying to me?!"

"Eh—?" The little boy looked at him with a prolonged voice, blinking the only left eye that was exposed, looking very innocent, "I didn't lie to you, can you really not see it?"

Seeing the impatient look of the other party, he tilted his head and thought for a moment, then suddenly clapped his hands and smiled: "I see!"

Ticket inspector: "What?"

"I know this spiritual core," he said with a grin. "Only smart people can see it!"

The ticket inspector originally thought that he was seriously thinking about countermeasures, but he was stunned for a moment when he heard the words, and when he realized what the other party meant, he couldn't help being furious: "Are you kidding me?!"

The little boy was overjoyed: "Yes, yes."

"You—!" He didn't expect him to admit it so easily, and the ticket inspector became even more angry, and without saying a word, he rushed towards the other party directly.

Since only the little boy existed in the unconscious realm, then the spiritual core must have some connection with him, and even if not, he must know about it.

As long as he can catch the other party, he will not worry about the whereabouts of the spiritual core!

The ticket inspector had a lot of calculations and a good imagination, but this goodness disappeared when a cold gun barrel was pressed against his forehead.

"what are you doing?"

Even though he was holding the most dangerous weapon, the boy still had a smile on his face, and even asked in a naive tone, "Didn't you agree to be my friend?"

The ticket inspector knew that there was no room for change in the situation in front of him, so he couldn't help gnashing his teeth and said, "Damn it...it was tricked by a child..."

"Kid?" The boy laughed.

"Children can not only play tricks on you," he smiled, but the depths of his eyes turned cold, "he can also kill you."

After the voice fell, he pressed down with his fingertips, the gun fired, and the opponent's body fell backwards.

Everything happened in an instant, and the ticket inspector disappeared into the darkness without even leaving a last word.

The pure black space vibrated slightly with the gunshot, and the boy turned the gun back into the original book with a blank expression, and seemed to say to someone: "People who can't even open their eyes don't want to open their eyes." Reluctantly, I don't need your help."

"Compared to me..." He sat down with his book in his arms, his eyes piercing through the void, and seemed to fall on someone, "The guy outside seems to be more worrying."

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It was his usual [-]mm pistol, and Osamu Dazai was very familiar with it.

The appearance of the gun body is still beautiful, but against the light of the bar, it seems that every metal that is illuminated reflects a chilling icy light.

Osamu Dazai subconsciously wanted to back away, although he didn't understand why he had such a thought.

"...Odasaku?" He forced himself to calm down, turned his eyes away from the pistol, and pretended to look around naturally, "Where's Ango?"

The young man with short red hair turned his head when he heard the words, the sight that fell on him was strange and confused, "... who?"

Without waiting for Osamu Dazai to respond, he continued to ask: "Also, do you know me?"

All of Osamu Dazai's pretended nature collapsed in an instant.

He froze in place, looking at Oda Sakunosuke with a dazed expression on his face.

"...No one has ever called me that before," the other party tried to break the inexplicably awkward atmosphere, shrugging his shoulders, "After all, my surname is Oda."

Osamu Dazai was silent for another two seconds, and then seemed to have figured something out, he moved his lips, showing a smile that was a bit far-fetched, but probably [-]% similar to the past: "...I don't know either."

After finishing speaking, he exhaled slowly and walked towards the other party.

In the first two steps, his body was still a little stiff, but when he walked to the bench, he had already regained his usual vitality, smiled and said to Oda Sakunosuke: "I don't know why I called it that way, maybe it's because We've seen it before, but we've all forgotten it."

"Forget?" Oda Sakunosuke pondered, "Is it because of the difference in physical and mental age that such a thing can happen?"

"Age... different?" Dazai Osamu was taken aback, and after trying to understand what he said, he couldn't help but smile, "Should I say it's you, Odasaku."

Oda Sakunosuke: "Why, what did I say wrong?"

"No, maybe that's it." Osamu Dazai leaned against the bar, "Although we still look young, we are already old psychologically, so we will choose to forget some things by coincidence."

He paused for a moment, then he didn't know what to think of, and smiled lightly: "This is also very good..."

"..." Oda Sakunosuke looked at the bandages wrapped around his face, and suddenly frowned imperceptibly, and his tone changed a bit, "After all this talk, I don't seem to know your name yet."

"Huh?" Osamu Dazai turned his head, "My name is Dazai—"

"Dazai Osamu?"

The moment Oda Sakunosuke answered his words, he took the pistol from the bar counter in his hand.

The barrel of the gun was facing Osamu Dazai's head, and the cold light refracted from the metal hurt his eyes.

"You are the youngest cadre of the Mafia over the years. Your notoriety is astonishing, Osamu Dazai." Oda Sakunosuke's eyes were obviously colder than the stranger he met at first, and even the tone of his words, There is also a little repulsion and disgust.

Osamu Dazai's pupils shrank, but his gaze uncontrollably looked into the black barrel of the gun.

Obviously he shouldn't be able to see anything, but he just felt that he seemed to have seen the [-]mm bullet inside, and the bullet gradually approached, approached, and finally hit his forehead.

The death he was looking forward to was created by his best friend. There is really nothing more "happy" in this world than this.

"Even if you don't welcome me...this way is too much, Odasaku..."

His voice was close to muttering, but of course the person on the other side couldn't hear him clearly.

Oda Sakunosuke raised his gun, and said in a cold voice, "So, what are the mafia cadres doing here?"