Seeking the Law of Summoning in Taisho

"I found something."

The other party's rare serious expression forced Kunikida Doppo to be equally serious, and waited for his next sentence with all his attention, but...

Osamu Dazai laughed: "That oiran likes me, I think she should be able to die in love with me."

Kunikida Doppo punched it.

It's frustrating to have your plans disrupted, and it's frustrating and angry to be with Osamu Dazai. When the day came to an end, Kunikida Doppo had to admit that he breathed a sigh of relief.

Osamu Dazai sat aside and waved at him, "Be careful on the road, Kunikida-kun~"

Kunikida Doppo: "There is no way, I guess it will be there in a moment."

Perhaps it was because the parting was imminent, and it was rare for him to calm down, and he even said some things that he would never say on weekdays, at least not to Osamu Dazai.

"Work hard, Dazai!"

The brown-haired young man stood in front of Dazai Osamu, with one hand in his pocket, with a serious and solemn expression, "We are all waiting for you to go back."

Osamu Dazai was stunned for a moment, and then quickly smiled: "This is not something Kunikida-kun would say, so maybe..."

He stroked his chin, and pondered: "Kunikida-kun is possessed by a ghost?"

As soon as the word "ghost" came out, the standing young man had goosebumps all over his body, and at the same time he did not forget to say, "Shut up! I'm really going to be mad at you—"

Before he could finish speaking, the young man had disappeared in front of him, leaving only the lingering voice of anger remaining in the closed room, slowly dissipating.

There was a knock on the shoji door, Osamu Dazai stretched unhurriedly, then slowly got up, adjusted the kimono on his body, stepped on the clogs, and walked outside.

Yoshiwara is the most lively place at night. Even if there is no banquet, the bright lights and never-ending voices are enough to bring the people in it into a corrupt but colorful world.

Kisuke, who was short in stature, led him forward, and after passing through dozens of shoji doors with confusing sounds, the two stopped outside a large room that was apparently much quieter.

The door of the room was half closed, the lights in the room were flickering, and the silhouette of a woman was outlined on the window.

After thanking Kisuke, Osamu Dazai opened the door and walked in.

The clogs made a crisp sound on the wooden floor, like an old speaker, collecting the sound together, and then transmitted it back to his ears.

He glanced at the ground calmly, and then quickly looked at the woman sitting behind the table.

Perhaps it was because of the lights, the color of Fern Ji’s kimono was a little darker tonight, and the white cat in her arms moved restlessly, the snow-like fur intertwined with the magnificent kimono, like a gorgeous and fantastic ukiyo-e .

"Sit down, Mr. Dazai."

Even with the words of respect in her mouth, Fern Ji didn't show much respect on her face. She stroked the hair of the white cat in her arms, leaning on the armrest in a proud and lazy posture.

Osamu Dazai knelt down on the cushion: "I am really honored to meet Ms. Warahime for the first time."

"Since we've seen it before, there's no need to abide by those boring rules." Ji Ji's voice was cold, "I heard that Mr. Dazai agreed to the proprietress to be a gangster at Kyogokuya?"

Osamu Dazai spread his hands with a smile: "The situation is compelling."

"Mr. Dazai is really a funny person who is qualified for the position in the gang." Waraji looked at him and licked the corners of her lips.

"Yes, my friends say I'm lively and cute." Osamu Dazai frowned, and when he said this, he changed the topic, "Perhaps there are also factors from his past life. I don't know if Miss Waraji is interested in my story. interest?"

Fern Ji was noncommittal, and while Osamu Dazai was waiting for her to answer, she suddenly threw the white cat in her arms aside, and then approached him over Xiaoji, her eyes fell on the bandage wrapped around his neck.

The white cat let out a shrill cry because it was frightened, but Ji Ji ignored it, and only said softly: "Compared to that, I'm more curious about these bandages."

"Are you injured?" There was some girlish innocence in her tone, "but there is no smell of blood."

Osamu Dazai still maintains the original posture, and now from his angle, he can only see the human-shaped Yokohama Ku hairstyle with butterfly wings and a few beautifully crafted hairpins stuck on it.

Because of this, he missed the moment when the other party's eyes turned into vertical pupils.

The woman's breath was gushing on her neck, but Dazai Osamu was very calm: "It's the main body."

"Huh?" Fern Ji raised her head in bewilderment, "What is it?"

Osamu Dazai didn't answer, he lowered his eyes and smiled: "You know, I have a partner, if he knows that I have such a close contact with such a beautiful lady, he will definitely be angry again."

Fern Ji backed away.

Her arm was leaning on the small table, her chin rested on her tender hand, and she showed a little interest: "Oh? Partner? What did Mr. Dazai do for work?"

"Novelist." Osamu Dazai smiled.

Fern Ji raised her eyebrows: "Unexpected."

"Eh? Will it?" Osamu Dazai was surprised, touched his chin for a moment, and pondered, "Compared with my partner, it is better to be an editor. If I want to write a good novel, I have to collect materials everywhere. There's a reason to go to all kinds of interesting places, which sounds like a good fit for me, doesn't it?"

"Well," Ji Ji nodded in agreement, "It seems to be expected."

Fallen Princess had to admit that chatting with Osamu Dazai was a very comfortable thing.

The other party's attitude towards her was very subtle, neither overly flattering nor deliberately self-effacing. This may be the upbringing formed after years of experience in the world, or it may be the demeanor that has been in his bones since he was born. When we met for the first time, I didn't see the wrong person.

That night, she heard the other party talking about all kinds of interesting or weird stories from all over the world. To be honest, she didn't listen to it at all, but it didn't prevent her from admiring the other party's efforts to talk to her wholeheartedly.

This made her enjoy it so much that when she heard the request made by the other party before leaving, she didn't immediately fall into anger.

"Miss Fern Ji, are you willing to die for love with me?"

A long silence filled the air, and after a while, Luo Ji heard herself say:

"Okay."

Since you want to die so much, don't blame her for being cruel.

--

The sound of clogs gradually faded away.

As dawn approached, the courtyard outside, which had not been quiet for a long time, fell into the morning noise again.

A person stepped out from behind the screen. His naked upper body was as thin as a stick, and the spine protruding from the hunchback was like a bridge, connecting the head and the body covered with black spots.

"Why did you come out at this time?!"

Seeing him, Luo Ji's deliberately maintained peaceful expression immediately collapsed, she kicked the white cat curled up on the ground towards the young man, and said angrily, "This thing is so noisy, get rid of it quickly!"

Ji Futaro pinched the back of the cat's neck and picked it up, breaking its neck with a frightened "meow".

"It's not that you're clamoring for it. It's been a day, and I'm tired of it." He looked helpless and doting, "I came out to ask you, do you care too much about that man?"

The overly gentle attitude is obviously different from the treatment of ordinary people, no matter how you look at it, it is a bit strange.

"He's not the same." Luo Ji tilted her head and recalled, "He looks not bad, and he doesn't have the obscene and lustful eyes like other men. He looks very clean, and the most important thing is——"

She showed a crazy smile: "He looks delicious."

"Delicious is delicious." Ji Futaro put the white cat's body aside, and sat down next to her, "But he is a guest now, if he eats the guests who come and go to Flower Street, there will be some trouble."

"But he's still a gang member of Jinggoku House!" Yu Ji retorted dissatisfiedly, "It's normal for people from Jinggoku House to be missing, and it's not the first time. The proprietress won't say anything."

Hearing this, it seemed that she felt that what she said made sense, Ji Futaro no longer refuted.

He sighed, smiled and said indulgently: "I really can't help it, who made you my sister."

The younger sister who has been spoiled since birth, will continue to be spoiled even more in the future.

--

Although he chatted with Ji Ji all night and didn't sleep for almost 24 hours, he finally got the promise from the beautiful lady to die in love with him. Now Osamu Dazai can be said to be refreshed and full of energy.

After getting back the clothes he was wearing from the proprietress—while getting the position of gangster, he also got the fact that the other party took his clothes to wash—Osamu Dazai went back to the room for a while After tidying up, he turned out the Kyogoku House through the window.

The brown coat was flying in the air, and the wind rang in his ears. Osamu Dazai dodged the crowd, and after aiming at a certain window, he flipped down from the roof connecting Hanajie and hung precisely on the edge of that window.

Knocking on the window politely, he said with a smile: "Excuse me, I have something to ask. I wonder if the beautiful Oiran lady can let me in?"

The people in the room were obviously taken aback, their eyes widened when they looked at this side, and their long hair, which would not be combed in time, was scattered behind them. They looked a little haggard, but still had a kind of gentle beauty.

After a moment of hesitation, the woman got up, walked to the window, opened the window, and quickly retreated to her original position, keeping a certain distance from Osamu Dazai who jumped in.

"This gentleman..."

"My name is Osamu Dazai, and I'm a novelist." Osamu Dazai stood by the window very wittily, lying with a gentle smile, "Because I heard about the disappearance of a girl recently, I'm a little curious, I don't know if I can How about getting more definite news from Miss Oiran?"

Li Xia on the opposite side frowned slightly: "This... Sir, where did you hear about this?"

Osamu Dazai: "When I was on the street, I happened to hear someone say a few words. I don't remember who it was."

Li Xia was silent for a moment, then lowered his eyes and said, "It's just 'pumping your feet' that's all, there's no need for you to ask any more questions, sir."

Osamu Dazai didn't look surprised. He put his hands in the pockets of the windbreaker, leaned slightly against the wall behind him, and asked with a smile, "Is it really necessary?"

"Even if I say, maybe I know why they disappeared?"