Seeking the Law of Summoning in Taisho

When the young man was asking the other party, his eyes were not idle, and he planned to scan the surrounding environment to understand the situation first.

However, this line of sight was only slightly wrong, and when he saw the person lying on the ground as if he had already rested, his tone of voice when he spoke again could not help but hint of panic: "... Dazai?"

The other party didn't respond.

He controlled his body to fall to the ground, ignored the pink-haired man who was looking at him for the time being, and stood beside Osamu Dazai with a stiff face, but he didn't make any next move for a long time, and he didn't seem to know whether his next step should be the first This person picked up and beat him up or tested his heartbeat and breathing first.

"Really... Hey, get up for me, you bastard..."

He heard his own voice, which was as light as a sigh, mixed with panic and disbelief that anyone could hear, resounding together in the silent night.

And just when he decided to take a step forward, the man on the ground suddenly opened his eyes, looked at him with a bright smile, and greeted him with great enthusiasm:

"Ah! Isn't this Chuya! It's been a long time!"

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "..."

Nakahara Chuya, who regained his expression in an instant, raised his hand in the direction of Yiwoza, pointed at Osamu Dazai, resisted the veins popping out of his forehead, and politely said: "Is this your enemy? Please do it."

"Oh, it's been so long since I've seen you, it's really nice to see Chuya still look the same." Osamu Dazai laughed silently.

Zhong Yuanzhong was also attracted by his words, raised his eyebrows and looked over: "Oh? You have finally hit the devil, and you can say something human?"

"You misunderstood, Chuya." Osamu Dazai looked at his hat, and said plainly, "I mean your height is still the same."

Zhong Yuan also gritted his teeth: "You bastard——"

But before he could hammer the fist in his hand to the opponent's face, the murderous aura rushing from behind made him turn around instantly, and hit the opponent with the blow.

It was also a fist, but it was painted with dark blue lines, I don't know if it was used for decoration, it was gaudy, Zhong Yuan only glanced at it and then looked away.

The impact of the two forces set off a layer of air waves, and the church that had only been left in ruins was now even more dilapidated. The air waves engulfed the "remnant body" of the church and flew to both sides, and the surroundings were flying sand and rocks, which was very lively.

Osamu Dazai covered his mouth and coughed twice, the feeling of dust being sucked in was really uncomfortable - of course, the poison in his body was more powerful in comparison.

Thinking of Tong Mo's moment of stiffness before his death, Osamu Dazai couldn't help but secretly sighed.

He, who took the antidote, was injured like this after only one sip, while Tong Mo only had a slight reaction after drinking half a bottle. The physiques of humans and ghosts are indeed different.

... Oh, forgot, he can't be called a human anymore.

In the process of his thoughts diverging in a mess, Zhongyuan Zhong had already played against Yiwozuo several times over there, winning and losing, but no one could win the other.

Yiwozuo was a little excited: "Ah, this is my dream opponent! What's your name? Become a ghost with me, and keep this power forever!"

"Chuya Zhongyuan." He responded coldly, "But forget about your request, I still have work to deal with, and—"

He raised his head slightly, smiled mockingly, and raised a hand, "I'm going to make a quick decision!"

As soon as the words fell, Yi Wozuo looked in amazement at the dark red light all over his body, which was no different from what the other party showed when he first appeared.

The moment he thought of this, he felt his body begin to get heavier, as if a huge boulder was falling on him, and kept going until the ground under his feet was cracked, and his whole body was almost dragged down. on the ground.

Even so, he still gritted his teeth and stood there, trying to use the vampire technique to make a defensive gesture to get rid of this inexplicable control.

"Huh?" Zhong Yuanzhong was also a little surprised, "You haven't fallen yet..."

"Oh, Chuya's ability has degraded to this point, will he be squeezed out from the position of cadre in two years, ah, that's really great——"

"shut up!"

Dazai Osamu's words were interrupted by the furious Nakahara Chuya, he exerted force with his hand, and there was a "click" sound from Yiwoza's leg, which sounded like it was broken.

However, even so, Yiwozuo still did not fall down, a drop of sweat dripped from the corner of his forehead, and his lips trembled, as if he was saying something.

Zhong Yuanzhong also paused for a moment, listening quietly, only to realize that what the other party said was——

I don't kneel.

Zhongyuan Zhong also paused, and the other party woke up instantly at this moment. He turned his head and glanced at the fading sky, and no longer cared about entanglement with this fancy opponent, he directly broke free from his control, turned around and limped Run away quickly.

Nakahara also let out a "tss", knowing that the situation at this time is not suitable for pursuit, so he turned around, put his waist - and began to mock Osamu Dazai.

"What, mackerel! You have fallen to the point where I have to deal with such trivial matters? In two years, the detective agency won't be able to tolerate you as a waste, so you should be fired right away?"

"Ah, I didn't expect the slug to care about me so much, and still worried about my career and future. This really makes me... shudder." Osamu Dazai still kept his lying position, and his tongue was quite sharp.

"Huh?" Zhong Yuan Zhong also knelt down and looked at him in disbelief, "Which ear of yours has heard that I care about you? I am looking forward to your death right now. How about it? Do you want me to give you a gift?" Procedure?"

Osamu Dazai glanced at him: "That's not necessary, I'm afraid I'll be so disgusted by you that I'll run out of hell, and then the goddess of death I love is right in front of my eyes but you didn't hug me, wouldn't it be a pity."

"Don't worry, I will help kick you in."

"Use your short—legs?"

"You court death!"

Zhongyuan Zhong also straightened up angrily, pacing back and forth with his arms folded, caring about the other party's situation and not taking him seriously to send him to the west, but he was very angry.

After a while, when he stopped and was about to say something again, Osamu Dazai suddenly closed his eyes.

"Ah, Chuya, it seems that reminiscing about the old days is over..."

Zhong Yuanzhong was also startled, he only had time to shout "Hello" before his body was forced out of this world.

And Osamu Dazai's consciousness fell into darkness again.

-

In the pure black space of consciousness, only the place where the three of them were located showed a little light.

The three lines of sight intersect each other, and each collision seems to be able to wipe out a fierce flame, and the atmosphere becomes extremely tense because of the confrontation.

The boy sitting on one side opened his left eye which was not covered by bandages, opened his lips lightly, and said two words coldly:

"Yes three."

Osamu Dazai raised his eyebrows: "Oh?"

Seeing this, the young man wrapped in a red scarf sitting across from him let out a long "Oh" as if he had understood something.

The boy gritted his teeth, and turned to look at the young man with the red scarf next to him with his usual expression.

The young man looks very similar to him, but the difference is that the eye covered by the bandage is the left eye.

His fingertips flicked across his own cards, and finally chose the two most inconspicuous cards on the side.

Holding the card and throwing it down, he said slowly:

"Wang fried."

The expression on the boy's face suddenly changed.

The moment the two cards were thrown down, Osamu Dazai smiled, and turned to look at the boy: "You lost."

The boy remained calm: "You two adults bullied me, a child."

The young man in the scarf threw down all the remaining cards in his hand, and the gorgeous straight was very unique among the scattered cards.

He said leisurely: "Didn't you want to rob the landlord?"

Osamu Dazai folded the cards in his hand and pointed to the bandage on the boy's wrist: "You still hide the cards, don't think we don't know."

The boy's cheeks finally puffed up, looking like he was pissed off.

"Then do you think I don't know that you are secretly changing cards!"

Osamu Dazai and the young man across from each other looked at each other with an innocent look on their faces, but no one said a word.

The boy shook his hand angrily and cleared the cards in front of him, and when he looked at it again, there was another book in his hand that said "Complete Suicide Manual" on the cover.

"Forget it, it's better to commit suicide than to play with you."

He said so, then lowered his head and went to delve into the knowledge in the book.

Seeing that the cards could not be played, Osamu Dazai summoned a sofa at random, and then nestled in the sofa, looking at the person opposite, his expression finally became serious.

"So, it looks like we're going to get down to business."

The face of the person opposite did not change.

Osamu Dazai word for word: "The first thing—"

"Why did you recruit Chuya! Ah! The moment I saw him, I felt that my good luck was about to run out!" He covered his face and trembled, "Will I fall into the water and hang myself when I wake up again?" You can't even die by taking medicine and jumping off a building! It's too scary... and it wasn't you who I wanted to test, what a mistake, what a mistake!"

"It's really embarrassing to take over your body without authorization." The young man straightened his scarf, with a malicious smile on his face, and his tone was calm, "But if you want to hear about Zhongye's explanation, I will Yes. First of all, according to Yiwozuo’s blood ghost technique, Zhongye’s ability is the most suitable and convenient; secondly—"

He paused, as if a mosaic had been added out of thin air, but he skipped the second point directly, and said directly, "Finally, I don't owe this favor anyway, you have to accept whoever I call, I To make you 'happy', of course."

Osamu Dazai looked at him and sneered, "Oh, as expected of me."

Anyway, when things happened to this point, there was no way to undo it, Osamu Dazai simply pretended nothing happened, and instead slumped even harder on the sofa, asking briskly: "Let's talk about something else, for example, Your experience?"

He bent his lips and smiled: "—another me?"

The young man wearing a scarf sat on a chair with his legs crossed and his elbows resting on the armrests on both sides. His posture looked much more upright than that of Osamu Dazai, and his tone was much more serious.

"What do you want to know?"

"I can only see you when I am in a coma. I have spent so much effort to come here this time, so I must listen to everything, right?" Osamu Dazai collapsed on the sofa, "For example, where did you come from? Why did you come to me? In your body? Also, I see your outfit... um..."

He touched his chin and asked suspiciously, "You won't be the leader of the mafia, will you?"

The person on the opposite side laughed when he heard the words, but that smile was also suppressed, like a long-standing habit, there was not much sincere smile in this smile, and it was more of a signal.

A sign that he is really listening to the other person.

"Don't you already have the answer in your heart?" He said calmly, "I didn't expect that I would change so much when I went to Butei."

Osamu Dazai said calmly, "Huh?"

"It looks like—" he thought about his choice of words, and finally smiled affirmatively, "It really looks more like a person."

Dazai Osamu: "..."

His relaxed expression gradually faded, and his silent appearance was very similar to the temperament displayed by the person opposite him. They were both dangerous and dull, like the brief calm before the storm and the gathering of dark clouds.

The young man on the opposite side snorted.

He shook his head, pinching the center of his brows as if weary, and when he raised his eyes again, the aggressiveness and danger faded a bit. Although it can't be said to be soft, at least it seems that he can talk normally now.

"Since you want to hear it, I'll tell you."

He crossed his fingers in front of his chest, and said casually:

"I come from the world where Saku Oda is alive and writing novels."

Osamu Dazai slowly sat up straight.

The author has something to say: Excuse me, did you lose the young slaughter, or the butcher slaughter, or the leader slaughter?

another:

Since you want to drink CP, why not drink Shuangzai, it’s already in your body, isn’t that true? (Wh, don't hit the editor!

And another:

Don't worry, although Zhongye is forced to disconnect, there is still a chance to reconnect with the network cable (Zhongye: Hurry up, the fist is already in place.