Seeking the Law of Summoning in Taisho

"...All my money was taken away by that cooperative businessman, my house was gone, my wife ran away, and even my children didn't want to be with me, so they chose to leave with my wife!"

The middle-aged man knelt on the ground, weeping and pouring out his tragic past.

"I can't hold on any longer. What greets me is only despair and the darkness of not seeing the future. Master, please tell the gods to let him take me away from this miserable situation."

Tong Mo's tears were like broken beads, rolling down his cheeks one by one, soaking his clothes.

Those eyes were soaked in water, more like a rainbow that emerged in the humid air after the rain, but this rainbow did not have the kind of joy it should bring to people, but was tainted with sadness and sorrow.

"It's so pitiful..." He blocked his eyes, as if he couldn't bear to look any more, "Don't worry, my dear believers, I will definitely tell the truth to the gods, so that you can be freed from here and go to Bliss."

The middle-aged man kowtowed and knelt down in gratitude, bowing his head and retreating from the room.

After the other party left, the crying faded away, and the room finally became quiet again. Tong Mo wiped his tears and looked at the woman sitting under the table, "What do Miss Cinderella think about what happened to that believer just now?"

Osamu Dazai glanced at him: "It's very pitiful, very tragic."

"Hey——" Tong Mo drew his tone, and turned his head to face him, with some dissatisfaction in his tone, "Miss obviously doesn't have any expression, so she's clearly trying to put me off?"

Dazai laughed.

"After all that's been through, it's actually not that interesting to listen to." He thought for a while and said, "It's not even as interesting as a flying broccoli I've ever seen."

Tong Mo's eyes widened: "Flying broccoli? Really? I don't believe it, unless you let me see it too."

Osamu Dazai paused for two seconds, then smiled, "Then I will draw it for the leader, does the leader have a brush here?"

"Painting brush, let me think about it..." Tong Mo raised his head and began to recall all the things that happened in this room, and finally found a clue in a corner that was not easy to detect.

"Ah! It should be here."

He jumped off the cushion, went around to the back of the table, and dragged out a half-person-high wooden box from there. After opening the box, he searched for a long time, and finally found some things for painting.

"Is it this?"

Tong Mo excitedly walked over with a bunch of paintbrushes and paint boxes in his arms. When he approached, he wanted to show him, but something fell out of it.

The square piece of paper floated back and forth from mid-air, and finally landed at Osamu Dazai's feet.

He picked up the piece of paper, turned it over and realized it was a photo.

The photo is of a woman holding a child. Although the photo is black and white, the hair color and eye color of the woman cannot be seen, but the gentle smile on the other side is enough to make people who appreciate the photo feel that this is A very beautiful mother.

"This is..." Osamu Dazai held the photo and looked at Tong Mo in confusion.

The other party also seemed a little surprised, rubbed his chin and thought about it for a while, and then suddenly realized: "Ah, this is the believer, called... called Qin Ye."

Osamu Dazai had no expression on his face, but suddenly recalled what Fujiya's old woman had said when gossiping with them in his mind.

It is said that Zuiping's family suddenly disappeared overnight. If we connect this situation with the Wan Shi Bliss Sect that he has come into contact with now, it is easy to draw a conclusion-this family probably died at the hands of Tong Mo .

But since it's just food, why did Tong Mo leave a picture of Zuiping Qinye?

As if seeing his doubts, Tong Mo explained: "Qin Ye is a very gentle woman."

He sat next to Osamu Dazai, piled the brushes and paint boxes on the ground, took the photo in his hand, and recalled: "She came to me one night a few years ago with her child in her arms. Was hit by her husband—"

Having said that, he raised his eyes and glanced at Osamu Dazai, "Just like you."

Osamu Dazai looked down at the person in the photo, but didn't speak.

"And that child—well," Tong Mo tilted his head, "it seems to be called Inosuke, and he is always tortured by his father, so Qin Ye came to hope for my help. I think they are very pitiful, so let them Lived in the church."

"However," his expression was full of sadness, and his tone began to drop, "then one day, Qin Ye took the child out for a walk, but because of poor vision at night, he accidentally fell off the cliff and died."

He shook his head: "I took this photo with a camera given to me by a believer before that, but it's a pity that this is the only one left."

What he said was sincere, as if he still had deep feelings for Zui Ping Qinye, if someone who didn't know him was here, he might believe it.

However, Osamu Dazai was wondering how much of this nonsense was the truth and how much of it was a lie.At least he didn't believe that a single mother dared to take her child for a walk on the edge of the cliff late at night.

To let Zui Pingqinye take the child he loves so much to such a dangerous place, he can only be forced to a dead end——

He must have discovered the truth about this church and was about to be murdered to silence him, so he ran there in a panic.

As for whether the two fell off the cliff or were eaten by Tong Mo as food, it's hard to say.

"Then, Miss Cinderella—" Tong Mo handed him the paintbrush, "Flying broccoli!"

Osamu Dazai smiled slightly. He took the paintbrush from the other party's hand, glanced at it and found that it turned out to be an all-purpose Fuli brush, but the nib was very new, and it seemed that it had never been used.

"Ah, this pen seems to have been prepared for that kid at the time," Tong Mo curled his lips, "It's a pity that he died before he grew up and could use it."

Osamu Dazai automatically filtered out the other party's unintentional acting skills, dipped a pen into some paint, and started to write on the paper without even a bit of hesitation.

The brushwork is chic, without hesitation, with the momentum like a dragon and snake dancing, vigorous and free and easy.

When he was painting, Tong Mo subconsciously glanced at Dazai Osamu's face, until the other party drew back his pen and smiled at him, Tong Mo was sure that it was just his illusion, and it was undoubtedly a girl.

In the next moment, he looked at the completed painting, and after looking at it for a long time... he could only see a black mass.

"What is this?" He looked at the other party puzzled.

Osamu Dazai smiled: "Huang Quan."

Hearing this, Tong Mo looked at the paper again, followed this train of thought, and finally saw two horns that looked like evil spirits in the dark mass.

However, there was nothing the body could do to forgive him.

"..." Tong Mo pursed his lips in grievance, "Didn't you say you wanted to draw me a flying broccoli?"

"Here it is!" Osamu Dazai pulled down his arm holding the painting, and pointed to the corner, "No, this is it."

Tong Mo looked over, and there really was a broccoli where the other party was pointing, with two wings growing on it, and the scientific name - flying broccoli.

However, these clumsy paintings somehow made Tong Mo laugh. He covered his lips with paper, and said with a smile: "Didn't you say that you have seen flying broccoli? Then why did you paint Huangquan? Could it be that you have been there?"

Osamu Dazai also laughed, but it was meaningful: "Maybe."

His expression slowly became serious, at least it looked like this: "Maybe I can become a painter now if I never married my husband. So what about the leader, if the leader is not the leader, what would he do?"

The expression on Tong Mo's face was blank for a second or two, as if he hadn't thought that he would ask such a question, nor had he thought about how to answer it.

After a long time, his smiling voice sounded again: "If I'm not the leader, I'll go grab the position of our boss."

Dazai Zhizhi thought, in order to make you Twelve Ghost Moons more lively, it seems that I have to make yellow your Bliss of Eternal Bliss.

But even though he was a little bit nervous in his heart, he still pretended to be genuinely confused, "Boss?"

But Tong Mo, who has always been indifferent to many things, is very cautious in this matter, waved his hand and said: "It's just an organization that I joined when I was bored, there is nothing to talk about."

Osamu Dazai closed his mouth tactfully, but he understood from his performance that it seems that not only the lower-ranking Hanzuru, but also the Umizuru must be concerned about Onimai Tsuji's perhaps ubiquitous surveillance.

This employee has no right to privacy at all!

What a spartan boss!

When Osamu Dazai was complaining in his heart, there was a faint noise from outside the room, and the eyes of the person sitting across from him were brightened, and he turned his gaze to the door, with a slightly imperceptible expectation in his smile:

"It seems that something terrible has happened."