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Osamu Dazai slowly adjusted his glasses. Because he was not used to wearing glasses, some large black-rimmed glasses slipped down the bridge of his nose. He held the glasses with one hand, and the iris-colored pupils behind his eyes stared at the scene in front of him motionlessly. .

The glasses are specially made, and Osamu Dazai cannot see the so-called magic spirits. For a magician, he should belong to the type of "ordinary person" who will never have any intersection with the world of magic.

But it doesn't matter, as long as Osamu Dazai wants to see and get in touch with this world, there are many ways.

Even "ordinary people" can touch the world on the other side of the world that does not exist in daily life by wearing a magic tool in the shape of glasses and infused with magic power.

A few years ago, Osamu Dazai stared deeply through such glasses on a rainy night, twisted and tangled like a ghost, braving the black air, as if he would be able to see it just by looking at it. With an ominous atmosphere, it is a strange thing that exists only between legends and strange tales.

It was an existence that belonged to another world. Even if he just waited and watched, Osamu Dazai understood what kind of existence that world was like, and it was another world that was completely different from the existence of their supernatural beings.It is decadent and old, accompanied by ancient legends, a strange world with strict hierarchy.

But how that world decayed, whether it was destroyed or innovated, has nothing to do with him...it should be like this.If Xiaoxiang hadn't dated strange men, even Osamu Dazai would not want to get involved in such a world.

But now, because of her childhood sweetheart, Xiao Xiang, she doesn't seem to want to meddle in other people's business...it doesn't work either.

However, before he got involved in the development of these things and made a plan, he did not expect to see such a development before coming here.

How would you describe the scene in front of you?

Even if he supported the frame of the glasses, the glasses still couldn't stop sliding down—Osamu Dazai's hand holding the temples of the glasses was shaking.

Osamu Dazai's fingers kept shaking, and his whole body trembled. He tried his best to keep calm, but his shoulders still trembled slightly as if he couldn't restrain himself.

How should I put it... Before I put on this pair of glasses, I never thought it would be so funny.

Everything was developing step by step according to his plan, and it was all within his expectations. He had also confirmed the information on the people around Mao ZeAsuka long ago, and investigated each item in detail.Even Sakamoto, an old classmate who hadn't seen Asuka Nekozawa for more than ten years, he didn't miss it.

Osamu Dazai has long known about Sakamoto, his habits and abilities.

Osamu Dazai originally thought so, as far as Sakamoto's particularity, the curse spirit and so on, it would not affect him at all.

In other words, he can rest assured that he doesn't have to worry about Sakamoto's safety. Worrying about him is better than worrying about himself. If something happens to him, his third-rate physical skills will be more dangerous than him.

Osamu Dazai knew that when it was not his turn to play, he could watch the play with peace of mind.

However, Osamu Dazai did not expect that this scene would be so funny.

In the image reflected by the glasses, the man with long gray-blue hair kept stretching out his hand, trying to catch Sakamoto, but Sakamoto, who was in a neat suit, quickly dodged left and right in a posture of repeatedly jumping sideways.

His speed was as fast as a bolt of lightning, and the afterimages left behind were dazzling.

Sakamoto's repeated horizontal jumping posture is standard enough to be used in high school physical education textbooks, his speed can break the world record, his evasion is crisp and neat, and he has a variety of tricks, but it seems effortless at all.

Sakamoto's face was as indifferent as ever, and he even found time to push the glasses with his middle finger from time to time. The long and narrow phoenix eyes behind the lenses were devoid of any emotion, and looked straight at the angry real person.

Osamu Dazai heard a lot about Sakamoto from Asuka Nekozawa, and he knew that Sakamoto was the cold-looking type, and that kind of gaze had no other meaning, but in the eyes of others, that kind of gaze must be full of emotion. Ridiculous and disdainful?

At least, the curse spirit with gray-blue long hair who couldn't touch Sakamoto on the other side had an expression of being about to explode.

"You guy, who are you looking down on?!" Good guy, the curse spirit on the opposite side was already so angry that he yelled out one of the lines that cannon fodder in the hot-blooded and kingly way comics like to shout most.

Osamu Dazai occupied the most superior position of sight, rushed to the front line of eating melons, watched the show with relish, felt a little tired from standing, so he simply sat down, lay on the back of the chair, stuck out his head, and said nothing The crowd looked around.

This curse spirit actually looks like a human being.Dazai sighed softly in his heart.

Among the ugly and varied ghouls he had seen before, there had never been one in human form.This blue-gray haired curse spirit is already quite strange-looking. Although there are strange sutures on his face and his dressing taste is also very worrying, but compared with his curse spirit brothers, he is already regarded as a man in the curse spirit world. The great beauty.

However, just after Osamu Dazai sighed in his heart, this curse spirit ceased to be a human being.

Dazai's hand stretched out, like soft rubber, and quickly struck towards Sakamoto. The force was so strong that it caused a gust of wind, even Dazai Osamu's hair was blown up, and Dazai Osamu had to Reach out and hold down your hair.

Sakamoto dodged easily with an almost impossible posture.

The face of the gray-blue haired curse spirit was even more distorted, his eyes seemed to burst into flames, and even the sutures were crooked.

Osamu Dazai sat on the side, constantly amazed, watched the transformation of the real person, and kept shaking his head slightly.

This curse spirit must have seen "ONEPIECE", this move is simply copying Luffy's rubber fruit, which infringes on other people's copyrights, but the defendant, oh, human laws probably can't control the curse spirit.

Osamu Dazai despised the real person's plagiarism in his heart.

After maintaining this position for a long time, his neck was a little tired, so he simply rested his chin on the back of the chair, wrapping his hands around the back of the chair naturally.He was completely immersed in the free performance in front of him, which was much more exciting than a movie.

Because he couldn't hit Sakamoto no matter what, Masato was clearly agitated.

Although, as a curse spirit born from the evil of human beings, he should have developed a dirty and despicable heart long ago, but he was still half-dead from anger.

Probably because even as a curse spirit, he still belongs to the freshmen.Osamu Dazai kept commenting in his mind, just like the commentary of a football game, he kept adding narration to them.

Because he is still a child in the curse spirit, and he still doesn't know enough about the dangers of this world.

Because he was a child, he hadn't seen anyone strong enough to hold him firmly.Haven't experienced the horror of being restrained, no matter how you struggle or resist, it will be useless.That kind of overwhelming terror and despair is enough to swallow any existence.

Even a curse spirit should be able to taste this kind of mood.

He only knows how to treat human beings as a dull and boring game, does he think that his abilities are strong enough to disdain all the existences in this world?Is it possible to despise all human beings?

Oh, by the way, I almost forgot that he, who was born among human beings, is a collection of all the negative emotions of human beings, so the common human beings, such as conceit, pride, and superciliousness, these emotions, no doubt, are also condensed on him .

Today, let's teach him well, what kind of existence is this playground that he despises?Osamu Dazai smiled with his chin propped up, pushed his black-rimmed glasses, and the mantra reflected in the lenses kept changing its shape.

He has gradually become some monsters that don't seem to exist in this world. They are so distorted that it is unbearable to look at them directly. They lose their San value crazily at a glance, and they are especially dazzling in a dim movie theater.

It is the type that makes ordinary people lose their minds just by looking at it,

However, the two people present were indifferent to his changes. Needless to say, Sakamoto's expression on his face has never changed, and even his three-to-seven black hair seems to remain the same as before, without a single strand of hair. Lose.He didn't even move his brow.

Osamu Dazai watched him with relish, just like watching a monkey show, he almost clapped his hands, applauded and cheered, if he had popcorn in his hand, he would probably have to watch it while eating.

Dazai Osamu can watch such a good show for as long as it lasts. However, if he didn’t get addicted to watching it, one of the people in the show quit. He started to look at his watch,

He looked at the time, raised his eyes, looked at Osamu Dazai, and greeted him politely. "I'm sorry, Dazai-kun, I still have other arrangements, so I'll take my leave first."

"Oh, that's it. Then, goodbye. It was a pleasure chatting with you. Be careful on the road."

Osamu Dazai lazily raised his right hand and waved it.

Sakamoto nodded, and patted the non-existent ash on the clothes. Even after intense exercise, the suit on his body didn't have a single wrinkle, and it was clean and straight as if it had just been taken out of the window.

After greeting Osamu Dazai, he left without looking back while maintaining the posture of repeatedly jumping.

The curse spirit on the opposite side was stunned, and even stopped the crazy movement just now, staring blankly at the back of Sakamoto repeatedly jumping away, as if suddenly at a loss, not knowing where he was, or what he had just done What.

He changed back to his original appearance, standing there in a daze, helpless like a child.

"Are you okay?" Osamu Dazai looked at the dazed real man who was attacked by Sakamoto's horizontal jump, and asked with a smile, "You don't look well."

"I...it's fine." He didn't seem to know what he was talking about at all. He just answered instinctively. It took him a long time to react, and he became angry from embarrassment, "What is that person!" ?

"Indeed, Sakamoto-kun is different from ordinary people~" Osamu Dazai said with a smile.

Dazai turned his face in surprise and looked at Osamu Dazai who was full of smiles. He obviously didn't say anything just now, how could this person know what he was thinking?

Probably because the visual impact was too great, he even forgot the basic thinking, and asked stupidly, "Do you also think that person just now is strange?"

Osamu Dazai nodded, "Sakamoto-kun is not an ordinary person, he is different from me, he is very strong—" It is normal for a strong man to have some strange quirks.

Masato looked him up and down as if he had just noticed the existence of Osamu Dazai, "Hey? Are you an ordinary person then?"

"Of course, I'm a real one, a super mediocre ordinary person."

Osamu Dazai smiled and nodded his chin.

If it was normal, he would probably have sensed something was wrong in Osamu Dazai's malicious smile, and ran away with grease on his feet.But today, probably due to the excessive visual impact, part of his head was broken.

"Ordinary people?" Only this key word was captured in Daoist's mind, "Exactly, then you."

"Look, how did you destroy the cinema?" He pointed to the cracked sofa with snow-white cotton wool exposed, as if he had forgotten that it was the one he just destroyed, "It shouldn't be like this, the bad boy did it If you do something wrong, you will be punished.”

He laughed, looking sickly, feverishly at Osamu Dazai,

"Let me punish you for doing something wrong?"

The gray-blue long-haired curse spirit stretched out his hand to Osamu Dazai.It was a pale hand with sutures.

"Want to shake my hand?"

Osamu Dazai was silent for a second, raised his head slightly, and smiled. "OK."

Dazai also held out his hand.

His pale, thin fingers tightly grasped the same pale hand with sutures.