I am a writer in the world of sorcery

Osamu Dazai took the small seal from the entrance, rubbed it with inkpad, and pressed it on the place where the signature was signed.

The package was small, but a bit heavy, and he slid open the wrapper with a letter knife.

It is a souvenir from Nanami Jianren. It contains a piece of air-dried tofu from Hokkaido, an exquisite handmade gomori, and a watermelon. In addition, there is a handwritten tofu soup pot recipe and a page letter.

Opening the letter paper, two pink and white apricot flowers that were properly sandwiched suddenly fell down.

The handwriting on the letter paper is correct and strong, not pretty, but it is written seriously and stroke by stroke.

[A few days ago, I went to Ebetsu on a business trip and worked three hours of overtime every day. My boss was quite satisfied and decided to go back and raise my salary. By the way, I got rid of a second-level curse spirit. The abbot of the shrine thanked me and sent me Give me a branch of health and apricot blossoms, and a salesman on the return Shinkansen sells "The Panic of Making Flowers" to me, congratulations on the novel's great success. ]

Dazai smiled faintly.

These days, he and Qihai have established a special friendship, not so much friendship, but Qihai regards him as a responsibility for himself - the kind that is not annoying, similar to feeding the first wild dog on the road Sausage, and this habit has been maintained since then.

Obviously, he has seen the huge and viscous malice in him.

Elderly people are very good at dealing with people, this kind of experience also makes him quite novel, it can be said that it is the first time in his life.

Although he is already a cadre of the port mafia, the only adult he has really known in his life is Mori Ogai, teacher?Father?Any definition seems vague, and although the relationship is weird, Mori Ogai has become the most connected person in his life.

[...I still need to go to school. I inquired about several high schools, and I asked the principal to arrange for them. Once you are admitted, you can take the qualification exam normally. With your intelligence, you can study in the Department of Literature of Dongda University, at least with a diploma. ...]

Seeing this, Dazai threw the letter away in disgust, picked up the watermelon, and walked calmly into the kitchen.

The way he cuts the watermelon, just looking at it is very frightening, with one hand holding the body of the watermelon, and the other holding the kitchen knife, he can't even see it chopping at his wrist. Luh slide forward--

The blade rubbed against the flesh and blood, and it just happened to cut the watermelon in half. Osamu Dazai showed no sign of change, holding half of the watermelon, and scooped up the flesh inside with a small spoon.

Ahh, boring, even the joy of suicide has been deprived, if I want to seek the death I want...he thought to himself.

He had spent a long time looking for a suitable method of suicide. He could already memorize the book completely, but he didn't test all of it. He only tried some death methods he wanted. , far beyond being alive.

[Wake me up from this oxidized world. ]

[Once in a lifetime. ]

[Irreplaceable death. ]

He was afraid of pain, and he didn't want to die in a mess. Sometimes he died halfway, but he felt that he could die in another way.

Now that the unknown existence has added [Restraint] to his body, death has become even more troublesome.

Die without love is really hypocritical and lonely, and the underworld in this world is like a child's play. He can still bear being shot through the brain by a bullet. It would be too stupid to be hacked to death by a housewife's stainless steel knife some.

——This world is more crumbling than before.

He really didn't want to die in the mouth of the curse spirit.

Osamu Dazai has always looked down on human beings. He is sinful and stupid. Even the whole human world is worthless. He is no different from kitchen waste. If he dies, he will pay a garbage disposal fee. The curse spirit is a monster born of negative emotions of human beings. , in his opinion, that is inferior to human beings, chewed to tasteless dregs.

[I heard that Mr. Mori pays special attention to Oda Sakunosuke, and his wish is to continue writing a novel, but I completed this process ahead of schedule. ]

[Obviously writing a novel sounds like a super interesting job for Nanami, but it would be such a boring job for me... Both the text and the plot are meaningless, ah, I really want to commit suicide. ]

... So he still has to pick someone who is pleasing to the eye and let the other party kill him.

He sighed very lightly and looked out the window. If everything went according to plan, Mr. Sen should have received his news by now.

**

Another world, Yokohama, Mori Building Co., Ltd.

In recent days, all the members have been living in a very unstable way. Even if the leader is sane and will not create an era of blood like his predecessors, there is an indescribable tension spreading throughout the organization. Even Mr. Zhongyuan, whom they admire very much, is always There are dark circles under his eyes, and he looks like he lacks sleep and has low air pressure all over his body.

You must know that Mr. Nakahara is the most promising young man who is most likely to succeed Dazai-sama as a cadre, and he has been tortured to the point of stretching.

"Damn... that mackerel!"

Zhongyuan Zhong was also extremely upset. He punched the brick wall. Even though he had no strength, the brick powder still fell down. For many days, he would search around Yokohama every day after finishing his work. At first, it was the order of the leader. In the end, it turned out that he voluntarily extended the search time until late at night.

Although he will definitely not admit it.

asshole!

At first, he thought that Dazai was just fishing daily. After all, this person had never worked seriously, and the leader just shook his head helplessly after hearing his complaints, but as time went by, his state became more and more wrong. Appeared, rumors such as Osamu Dazai's defection had already appeared within the organization.

No one has seen Dazai's whereabouts. The last eyewitness testified that Osamu Dazai was fascinated and lightly entered the water. Maybe the body had already washed into the sea.

After investigating this area, he searched the whole of Yokohama except the port. The reason why he didn't go to the port to search was very simple - with the vitality of that dazai's vile cockroach, how could he die so easily?

The possibility of defection is higher, but Chief Mori firmly believes that Mr. Dazai will not defect.

Zhong Yuanzhong also had a sullen face, and asked his men to spread out to check the port salvage and entry-exit registration records these days. Even though he knew it was futile, he still planned to struggle.

"Mr. Central Plains!"

Akutagawa Ryunosuke walked over quickly, his eyes were terrifying, but his expression was unprecedentedly enthusiastic. He didn't care about the strange eyes cast by the people around him: "I found Mr. Dazai!"

"what?"

"This book." Akutagawa coughed twice, his pale face stained with a little sickly blush: "I found Mr. Dazai's writings at the Shimo Book Club. As expected of Mr. Dazai, even during the covert mission, he can... ...cough, cough, cough..."

Nakahara Chuya: "Huh?"

The Central Plains is almost torn apart.

Looking at the subordinate who was coughing heart-piercingly in front of him, he forcibly killed the thought of questioning in his heart, extremely aggrieved: "The book written by that mackerel? Why did he go to publish a novel? Wait, what did you do? Do you know he wrote the book?"

The coughing stopped suddenly.

Akutagawa's eyes wandered around, which made him feel quite bad: "You will understand after reading this, I'm sorry, I'll take my leave first."

The confusion in Chuya's heart has accumulated to the point where he must release it immediately, but he vaguely felt that Akutagawa's eyes just now hid some strange affection, and there was a sense of recognition that you have worked hard, so he simply stopped wasting his efforts in vain and let the search The team disbanded on the spot, and they sat in the car with their books in their pockets, preparing to report to the chief's office.

As soon as he got in the car, he couldn't wait to peel off the oil paper.

"Flower Panic"

The panic of making flowers is the name given by Zhongye Zhongye for one of the fixed tactics of the two blacks. He paused before turning the pages of the book.

[In the dilapidated hut in the slums, I lay dying on the broken wooden boards, surrounded by my saviors with blurred faces. It is said that I was hanged by the juice squeezed from slugs. Financially stuck, I had to go out and work. ]

[…I am sure I can’t do a job that an adult can do. Fortunately, I still have an important card in my hand. Everyone decided to set up a defense organization in the slums. I’m only a child at best. I don’t understand such things. Just happily, saying yes, yes, and passing by. ]

[When I was stabbed in the stomach, I knew that I was really desperate. Although I was popular, it only brought me pain at this time. I suddenly realized——Ah, I am just a buffoon, For a split second I was gripped by a dizzying shudder of pain, unable to go anywhere...]

[It can only be "disqualified in the world", and go to be a dog of the savior honestly. ]

The flat, brand-new pages were crunched.

Chuya Nakahara's face twisted uncontrollably into the appearance of an evil ghost. If there was an enemy attack at this moment, it would probably be a horror that could not even be swallowed alive by Rashomon.

The power of gravity suddenly poured out.

"To-zai-!"

No one knows what Mr. Dazai did to make Mr. Nakahara so angry. The limousine was directly crushed by gravity, and the entire street was cracked with huge cracks. The nearby residents thought it was an earthquake and ran out of the gate .

I only heard that Mr. Zhongyuan broke into the chief's office with the momentum of slaying a dragon.

**

"The Panic of Making Flowers" is about a wandering and lonely homeless man who pitifully thought he had found a place to live, but was betrayed by everyone. After experiencing countless tragic stories, he was taken in by a kind person who allowed him to be himself dog story.

"Teacher Dazai." Miwa Kasumi pushed open the door of the high-end apartment forcefully.

"Where did you write your second volume!" the girl muttered, picking up the messy straw paper and laying it out: "The Fear of Making Flowers has been rated as a best-selling book at the national level, and now the publishing house has always wanted to list you as one of the best-selling books." Increase publicity on the facade."

What she said is not an exaggeration at all. Japan has always had a tradition of mourning, and the people love that kind of melancholy and hopeless style of writing. In addition, this is a genuine and traditional literary work, which naturally won many nominations for awards. .

As if cursed by talent, everyone commented on Kosuge Yinkichi in this way.

"You really don't think about participating?"

In such a hot situation, Dazai actually maintained a state of not contacting the outside world at all. It would be understandable if he was not good-looking, but Dazai is a young man who can be described as a disaster for the country and the people. Miwa Kasumi swears, Mr. Dazai The most beautiful person she has ever seen.

Dazai shrank into the corner of the sofa listlessly wrapped in his overcoat, feeling so sluggish: "Miss Miwa hasn't written a book, has she?"

"Of course." Sanlun Xia neatly tidied up the sundries in the apartment: "No, I don't have any talent in this area."

"The work is a reflection of the writer's heart, like a mirror that reflects the writer himself." Dazai bit his words, with a gentle and elegant tone: "No matter which novelist, the works in his pen have his shadow."

"That's why Dazai-sensei is amazing, to have such profound thoughts at this age."

"My work is empty, there is nothing there."

"Eh, eh—?"

Miwa Kasumi stopped what she was doing and looked at Dazai, who had already walked to the window at some point.

But the young man didn't answer any more, a subtle smile appeared on his lips, he stood in front of the wide French window, raised his head slightly, the sun just fell into his eyes, and the barren iris pupil was like an ambilight. The glass marbles, the fair skin is suddenly as transparent as the general.

He has no haze, is generous, and completely melts into the sunlight.

Teacher Dazai will be "hidden by the gods" at any time, Miwa Kasumi had such thoughts for no reason.

"Three rounds of sang."

Three rounds of "whoosh" stood up straight, not daring to think about it anymore: "Yes!"

"My next book is about curses."

"Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm! As expected of Mr. Dazai!" Miwa Kasumi's complexion changed, she accidentally knocked over the bucket, and tidied up the floor frantically.

What is a curse?Does Mr. Dazai know my identity?Impossible, maybe it's a curse, no, why would Dazai-sensei write such a dangerous thing, Miwa Kasumi put on a mask of pain in an instant.

Osamu Dazai casually said: "Really? If there is no next book, Miwa-san should go back and report on his duties."

[——Hurry up and get rid of it. ]