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A week later, in Yokohama, in a bookstore.

Ke Xingzhi was sitting in a wheelchair, flipping through his blank [Collector's Encyclopedia] boredly.

Just now, Jonathan Klein slipped out of the house and wandered around by himself on the pretext of taking out the trash.

After all, they are essentially the same person, and Ke Xingzhi has reason to suspect that Jonathan Klein might be planning to play some tricks in secret, so he went out and prepared to check in advance.

But it doesn't matter, Ke Xingzhi is not afraid that Jonathan Klein will cause trouble, but he is afraid that the matter will not be big enough, lively enough, and the audience's emotions will not be high enough.After all, if you want to go home as soon as possible, the more Q values, the better.

At this time, Jonathan Klein was not there, and Ke Xingzhi stayed alone to look after the store. No one was bickering, and he was bored, so he had to flip through the book over and over again, and sighed as lonely as snow from time to time.

Once again, after counting 390 pages, Ke Xingzhi closed the book and stared at the half-opened door of the bookstore, almost wanting to see it through: It's been almost a week, so there should be a customer, right?Is the business of bookstores so difficult now?

Soon, Ke Xingzhi's hope was answered, the half-open door was knocked three times, and a voice with a slightly green but extremely calm voice rang out: "Is the owner there?"

"Yes, please come in!" Ke Xingzhi lifted his spirits and raised his voice to respond.

The half-open door was pushed open, and a boy in a sand-colored windbreaker entered.

The boy was about sixteen or seventeen years old, with good facial features, although not particularly outstanding, but it made people feel very comfortable at first glance.There is no expression on his face, but he does not give people a strong sense of oppression like Il fans. On the contrary, the sense of presence of the teenager is not strong, but the type that is easy to blend into the crowd without being noticed .

The young man glanced at Ke Xingzhi quietly, and didn't ask Ke Xingzhi why he half-closed the door of the bookstore. He just nodded politely and said hello, and then silently closed the door halfway, returning it to its original half-closed position. Only then did he walk in briskly.

Ke Xingzhi secretly looked at his first guest.

The young man's crimson short hair was slightly messy, and his sea-blue eyes were calm and unwavering. He obviously looked young, but he didn't have the vitality of a young man at all. Inexplicably calm.

Huh, it looks a little familiar?

Ke Xingzhi pondered in his mind, and quietly glanced at the name marked on the system map, his pupils shrank violently, and he silently clenched the armrest of the wheelchair, restraining his expression from changing.

It's really him!

Oda Sakunosuke!

That Bai Yueguang who lives in Osamu Dazai's memory!

The super pigeon spirit who decided to write a novel and spent seven or eight years until his death failed to finish a novel!

Ke Xingzhi thought to himself: Very good, since it's all delivered to your door, don't even think about leaving.

PortMafia is not suitable for a "healing man" like you, stay and become my employee, and work hard to become a novelist, boy Oda!

With the feeling that he was about to cultivate a literary master, Ke Xingzhi was rarely ignited. He stared at Sakunosuke Oda for a moment, his whole body looked radiant, and there seemed to be a strange light in his eyes.

Oda Sakunosuke was turning his back to Ke Xingzhi at this time, carefully searching the bookshelf for the book he was looking for, and suddenly felt a stare with a strong sense of presence on him, making his hairs stand on end.

Oda Sakunosuke felt vigilant, quickly looked around, and quickly judged that the surrounding environment did not seem to be an ambush. He turned his head subconsciously, only to find that the weak-looking young shopkeeper in a wheelchair was staring at him intently.

Oda Sakunosuke hesitated for a moment, and asked politely: "... Shopkeeper, what's the matter?"

"Young man, do you like reading books?" Ke Xingzhi's eyes sparkled.

Oda Sakunosuke seemed a little confused, but the expression on his face didn't change, and his tone seemed a little dull: "Ah, it's okay."

Ke Xingzhi didn't care, he looked at Sakunosuke Oda, his eyes became more and more satisfied, and he couldn't help making a coaxing voice: "A young man like you who likes to read must have a literary dream! Hey, young man, do you want to read?" How about staying in my bookstore to help? You can read all the books here, and if you need them, we also have writing guidance from famous foreign psychology professors~"

The dumb hair on Oda Sakunosuke's head slowly raised a question mark: Is this bookstore so short of people?But the owner is really acting like a liar...

"However, I have already decided to join PortMafia..." Oda Sakunosuke politely expressed his refusal with a cautious attitude.

Oda Sakunosuke used to be a professional killer. Now, in order to have the qualifications to write novels, he has decided not to kill people anymore, but after all, he has been a professional killer for many years, has a criminal record in prison, and has nothing else to excel at. Not yet an adult, in order to earn money, he can only join PortMafia and hang around at the bottom.

"What future does PortMafia have?!" Ke Xingzhi patted the armrest of the wheelchair vigorously, heartbroken, "Young man, as a future literary master, how can you be so depraved? Stay! No matter what PortMafia can give How much you pay, I pay double! If you want to write a novel, write it for me! Don’t waste time and energy on those trivial matters at the bottom of PortMafia!"

Oda Sakunosuke finally realized what was wrong: "...you know me?"

"Since you've already guessed it, I won't hide it from you!" Realizing that he had accidentally slipped the tongue, Ke Xingzhi's mind turned quickly, and he quickly made up a reason on the spot.

He cleared his throat, with a serious and solemn expression: "Let me introduce myself, my name is Ke Xingzhi, and I am a person with supernatural ability. My supernatural ability is called [Collector's Encyclopedia], and the specific effect of the supernatural ability is—— I can know everything I want to know, and sometimes see random things that will happen in the future."

"For example, you, Oda boy, you should have become a generation of literary masters in the future, but you died young because of the choice of joining PortMafia, dove thousands of readers, especially one of yours who wears a red scarf all the year round Mei Qiang is a fanatical fan, in order to create a world where you can live and write novels, he will sacrifice everything..."

"...Ah, it's getting too far. In short, joining PortMafia will not lead to good results! Stay here, boy Oda!" Ke Xingzhi looked at Sakunosuke Oda sincerely.

this story……

Why does it feel like it was made up by an unreliable shopkeeper?

However, can that "beautiful and tragic fanatic who wears a red scarf all the year round" actually create a different world?And, sacrificing everything in order to create a world where I can live and write novels?Does such a person really exist?

I care a little bit.

Oda Sakunosuke fell into silence, he seemed to be thinking about something, and he couldn't recover.

After a long time, under Ke Xingzhi's expectant eyes, Oda Sakunosuke finally spoke slowly: "If I stay, can you tell me more about the 'beautiful, strong and passionate fans who wear red scarves all the year round'? "

Ke Xingzhi silently made a "yeah" gesture in his heart, and smiled at Oda Sakunosuke: "Of course."

Having said so much, it turns out that the boy Oda cares most about is the leader of another world, Zai. Is this the constant bond between Zhita?

Well, Chief Jae, tell Oda boy your story, you don't mind, do you?

Ke Xingzhi tried to separate Aite leader Zai from the air.

If you don't speak, I will take it as your default.

Three, two, one, okay, since you have already acquiesced, then I am not welcome.

Ke Xingzhi happily reached an agreement with the leader Zai unilaterally, cleared his throat, and prepared to speak.

"This is a story about parallel worlds, obsession and friendship. The protagonist of the story is a boy named Dazai Osamu. Dazai boy got the legendary 'book' that can fulfill all wishes, and gained the ability to spy on the parallel world. ..." Ke Xingzhi tried his best to recall the story of the leader Zai, and narrated in a leisurely manner.

Oda Sakunosuke listened quietly: A "book" that can fulfill all wishes?Sounds amazing.Also, parallel world?Are there many parallel worlds?

"Young Dazai has seen many parallel worlds. In each parallel world, Dazai boy has a friend named Oda Sakunosuke. In each parallel world, Dazai boy told Oda Sakunosuke that he would become the first person of Oda Sakunosuke. Readers like that, but there is no Sakunosuke Oda in a parallel world who can finish his novel alive..."

Even after hearing this, Oda Sakunosuke's expression did not change, he was always calm, as if he was listening to someone else's story, but he listened very attentively.

"The boy Dazai was very unwilling. He wanted to use the power of 'books' to create a world where Oda Sakunosuke could live and write novels... In a sense, he did succeed. He created a thousand-year-old world. It is a one-ten-thousandth miracle that Oda Sakunosuke survived safely... Even in that world, Oda Sakunosuke was no longer his friend, and would even point a gun at him... But he finally saw the book published by Oda Sakunosuke novel."

Oda Sakunosuke's expression finally changed slightly: "Dazai... he committed suicide, right?"

"Eh?" Ke Xingzhi couldn't help being a little surprised, "How did you guess that?"

Oda Sakunosuke sighed suddenly, his face was still expressionless, but it made people feel that he was sad for no reason.This kind of sadness is not strong, but it really exists, maybe it is out of empathy, maybe there are some other things.

"Didn't you say that? Dazai in every parallel world has a friend named Sakunosuke Oda. As a friend, it should be able to understand his thoughts." Oda Sakunosuke's tone was very flat, he seemed I don't want to say much.

But Ke Xingzhi couldn't control his curiosity, and couldn't help asking: "Although it's true, you haven't even seen him in this world, have you?"

"This..." Oda Sakunosuke stared blankly at a certain direction, as if he could see another world through the barrier of time and space.

Oda Sakunosuke's tone was still very gentle and gentle, without any ups and downs, but somehow made people feel very warm, as if everything was completely tolerated and accepted by him.He seems to be talking to himself, and he seems to be whispering to someone: "Some things don't have to be known in person. I can feel that Dazai...is a lonely and timid child. He There needs to be someone involved in his loneliness, and at the same time he is afraid of revealing himself and losing. The me in that parallel world is like a sustenance to him, right? I have never got it, so I don’t need to be afraid of losing, just keep With that yearning, just look at it from a distance. He must think so? So he opened up a future for his friends who are strangers, and saw the long-awaited book, but he was alone drowned."

"Why can't I feel it in that world?" Oda Sakunosuke asked softly.

Wow.

Ke Xingzhi couldn't help covering his heart and marveling, he was convinced.

No wonder this man would later become Osamu Dazai's Bai Yueguang.