Seeking the Law of Summoning in Taisho

When the battle was announced to start, Osamu Dazai raised his head and drank the wine in the glass in one breath. Nakahara was also extremely surprised by the speed, and his disbelief was evident in his widened eyes.

To be honest, Nakahara Chuya didn't believe that Osamu Dazai would seriously drink with him. He thought that the other party must use some means. A meaningless "battle".

But today's situation was something he really didn't expect.

No, in other words, anyone who is acquainted with Dazai Osamu is probably unpredictable.

At this point, Zhong Yuanzhong, as the other party in the wine competition, naturally couldn't continue to watch. When the other party turned the glass upside down to indicate that there was no drop left, he laughed and drank the wine in the glass.

Osamu Dazai didn't speak, he just picked up the wine bottle and poured wine for the two of them, the smile on his face was the same as usual, at least in Zhongyuan Zhong's eyes, there was no difference.

"Chuya," Dazai Osamu said while pouring the wine, "Have you ever thought about saving me—it was actually unnecessary?"

"Of course I think so all the time." Zhongyuan Zhong also sneered, "If the Boss hadn't ordered me to help the Armed Detective Agency, do you think I would be called by you and still maintain a good temper and not beat you to death?"

The golden wine flowed out from the mouth of the bottle, hit the wall of the glass, and bounced to the bottom of the glass, like a golden wave rolled up.

After filling the two glasses of wine, Osamu Dazai shook his head: "I'm not talking about this matter, I mean, have you ever thought that Mr. Mori's order is unnecessary at all?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also looked at each other.

Osamu Dazai put both hands on the table, crossed his fingers and touched his chin. He lowered his eyes and looked at the mouth of the glass filled with wine, laughing silently.

For a moment, Zhongyuan Zhong also felt that the other party's expression was blank, there was no smile, and he was not sad, as if he was tired of showing any expression, he was expressionless and silent.

But that feeling disappeared in a blink of an eye, and when he recovered, Osamu Dazai had already finished his second glass of wine.

But the Central Plains also knew that today's Osamu Dazai was really different from usual.

Even though he didn't understand what that change was, he could feel that this change was not a good thing.

...Damn it, why did he think so much about a mackerel!

He's starting to have a headache!Zhong Yuanzhong also pressed his eyebrows, and said dissatisfiedly: "But you were the first to threaten the mafia. Even if the Boss has doubts, it is impossible not to plan for the safety of the port mafia."

"That's right." Osamu Dazai knocked on his glass and said with a smile, "Even if he knows that what I have been pursuing all along is the suicide method of 'don't cause trouble to others', he still doubts whether I will really put the port gangster Party secrets are being made public."

"..." Zhong Yuanzhong also picked up the wine glass and glanced at the other party, "Who knows if what you said is true or not, you said before that you want to live..."

He drank the wine in the glass in one gulp.

Osamu Dazai spread his hands: "I didn't expect the slug to understand what I said—I just said, maybe I can try to find something that can interest me."

Zhong Yuanzhong also rolled his eyes, he seemed too lazy to refute him.

He felt his head hurt more.

Osamu Dazai looked at him, and his smile widened inexplicably.

"But maybe you're right," he said, "what I say is false."

Zhong Yuanzhong also pressed his temple, before he got angry, his eyes went dark, and he fell directly on the wine table.

Osamu Dazai said softly, "Chuya, you lost again."

People who fainted naturally couldn't answer.

Ye Dou on the side sighed: "I didn't see that this guy can drink so badly. I thought you could drink until the tavern closes tonight."

"Although this is true, in order to let him fall asleep quickly, I wiped something on the rim of the wine glass." Osamu Dazai said.

Yato's face was complicated: "It's a terrible thing to know you."

Osamu Dazai laughed: "It's a pity that they often don't realize this until they get to know me."

Yeto raised his eyebrows and wanted to complain about his words, but when his eyes fell on his paler face, he swallowed the words back and asked instead: "What do you want to entrust me with?" ?”

Osamu Dazai put his hand on his stomach, leaned back in the chair, and sighed silently.

After a while, he spoke slowly and calmly:

"Tonight, come and kill me."

-

When Osamu Dazai clutched his stomach and strolled back to the headquarters from the tavern, he always felt that the scene along the way seemed to have changed a bit.

But if you look carefully, you will feel that there is nothing unusual, maybe it is an illusion brought about by alcohol.

He walked back to the mansion all the way in a state of anxiety, only to find that Immortal Kawasami sat on the edge of his mansion and did not leave.

Maybe it was because the puzzled look on his face was too obvious, so Immortal Kawasami said before he could speak: "I was leaving, but after I sent the Sun Wheel Knife to Forging Sword Village, I met Butterfly Kanae again." , she asked me to bring you the meal, so I came back again."

When he was talking, Osamu Dazai saw the rice porridge on the tray next to him. There was a layer of porridge on the surface of the porridge, and it seemed that it had been left for a while.

Osamu Dazai really had no appetite, so he didn't continue this topic. He sat down next to Undead Kawa Minya, and looked up at the moon in the sky.

The night is not too deep, and the position of the moon is not so high. It is a good time to watch it in a place where you can easily see it.

Undead Kawa Minami asked him, "Where's your friend?"

"It's just an ex-partner." Dazai Osamu said plainly, "Because I drank too much and slept in the tavern. I'm so weak, and I can't bring him back."

Undead Kawa Minya: "..."

It would be more appropriate to say that you threw him in the tavern.

throw……

That's right, this man always seems to be able to "throw" the people around him away in an imperceptible way.

Whenever he has a slight connection with the people around him, he will cut off this connection with his own hands and return to the appearance of being alone.

It seems that only in this way can we get enough sense of security.

……why?

"Did Shimi-kun ever think about looking for Xuanmi-kun outside?"

Unexpectedly, he would suddenly bring up this topic. Immortal Kawasami stared at him in a daze, then quickly withdrew his gaze and looked into the courtyard shrouded in darkness.

"No." He replied emphatically.

"Oh?" Osamu Dazai turned his eyes to look at him, and his tone was so heavy that there was even a trace of joking, "Why?"

Immortal Chuan Shiya suddenly felt that the other party seemed to have heard the question in his heart just now, and this identical question seemed to be a response that he avoided answering.

But in the next moment, he felt that he was thinking too much, and he obviously didn't say those questions.

Pulling back his thoughts, Undead Kawa Minami said: "If you don't read it, you won't miss it, and if you don't miss it, you won't let me stop."

Osamu Dazai rolled his eyes, not showing much surprise.

"I left all the money in the family to Xuan Mi, which is enough for him to live on, and as long as I know that he is still alive, that's enough." Undead Kawa Shimi's eyes fell on the courtyard, and he seemed to see through the flowers and plants. The other person softened his brows, "I will kill the monsters that would disturb his life, and Xuan Mi...as long as he gets married and has children, and lives happily."

After a pause, he lowered his eyes, "—even if he hates me."

Dazai didn't speak.

After a moment of silence, he raised his hand and stroked Immortal Kawasami's hair, but the other party did not hide.

"Go back, it's time for the children to sleep."

Undead Kawa Minami jumped off the edge instantly when he heard this, Osamu Dazai's hand was empty, and saw the other party looking back dissatisfiedly: "I said I'm not a child anymore."

Osamu Dazai didn't take it seriously: "We'll talk about it when you grow up to my age."

Undead Kawa Minami let out a "tss" and left without looking back.

It's just that when he walked out of the mansion, a vague idea suddenly appeared in his mind——

Originally, he wanted to ask the other party a question, but why did he seem to be the one being asked?

However, this idea flashed in his mind, and Immortal Kawa Minya couldn't study it carefully.

After the boy left, the yard became quiet again.

Moon dutifully sticks to his post, Osamu Dazai lays back slowly on the edge, and after a while feels that the moonlight is too dazzling, he has to close his eyes and turn over, lying on his side on the wooden edge .

To be honest, this kind of "bed" is not comfortable, it makes people's temples hurt, and the white porridge not far away still exudes a light smell, which lures the stomach that is suffering from burning. Terrible.

But Osamu Dazai really didn't want to move.

So sad.

So sad.

Everywhere in his body was clamoring for boredom and pain, urging him to act, to find something to distract him before he was overwhelmed by the feeling of "boredom"—suicide, for example.

This is what he has always done.

But today is different.

The parts of his body went on strike collectively, and he didn't even want to move a finger. He felt like a machine on the verge of collapse, lying alone in the abandoned factory, waiting for his own end.

— But that day may never come.

If life is a journey, he has clearly reached the end, so why push him back?

Those scenery, those people, he has obviously seen them.Why force him to read it again?

Those who do this are going too far.

In his boring and uninteresting life, only suicide could allow him to find a moment of rest between playing the clown and make him feel like a straight line of emotional waves, but now he understands that after suicide, The world is no different from being alive. Doesn't this make him lose the only fun of living?

Tired, really tired.

This kind of life that can be seen through at a glance but has no end in sight, when will it end?

Maybe it was the effect of alcohol, when Osamu Dazai was thinking wildly, his brain gradually became groggy, and finally fell asleep directly.

The rice porridge not far away is still unattended, and the cold silver light envelops the young man. If the other party's brows were not too tightly frowned, this picture should make people feel peaceful and pleasing to the eye.

But not long after, this false tranquility was also broken, and there was a strange noise from the eaves, and the sleeping people didn't notice it.

And the next moment, the figure that made this noise turned over directly from the eaves, the blade in his hand flashed a cold light at the tip, and the target of the blade——

It is the young man on the edge!

His movements are extremely fast, and his target is clear, as if there is an afterimage in the attacking movement!

Just as his blade gradually approached Osamu Dazai, the account in the room suddenly lit up, and it flew towards the visitor like a ball of light in an instant!

The edge of the blade was crushed by the sudden force on it, and the visitor looked at the other hand covered by the blade in surprise, and the human figure that gradually appeared after the light faded.

"Artifact?" he asked.

The other party did not speak, and there was silence in the brown eyes, and no emotion could be seen.

The short red hair was illuminated by the moonlight, like the blood dripping from his hand, it was more colorful, but also more dangerous.

The two maintained a delicate silence.

Until the young man who was supposed to be asleep suddenly moved.

"..."

"...Weaving...Tian Zuo?"

An unbelievable, breath-like voice reached the ears of the two of them.

At this moment, the assailant clearly saw waves in the man's brown eyes.

It's like a breeze blowing across a calm lake, brushing away layers of ripples.

Then he let go of the hand that was holding the blade, and sighed silently with a helpless expression that he had figured out something but didn't want to pursue it.

Immediately turned around.

The moonlight illuminated his appearance, and the voice sounded both familiar and unfamiliar.

He said, "Long time no see, Dazai."