I am a writer in the world of sorcery

After Osamu Dazai regained consciousness, he heard someone laughing in an ugly way. After listening to it for a long time, he realized that it was him who was laughing. To be honest, he doesn’t feel sick anymore. The scenes that made him nauseated and vomited before only made him say Unable to love, his voice became hoarse, and his eyes hurt badly, but he felt something was wrong intuitively, something was wrong to the extreme.

"what did you do to me?"

He looked at the white-haired man who was sitting aside flipping through the books. He changed into a knitted white twisted sweater and was leaning on a chair to read a book with a glued cover. He looked away from the book when he heard the sound .

"did nothing."

"fart!"

"Osamu Dazai, can you make some sense." Gojo Satoru closed the book again, raised his eyes, and his blue pupils looked expressionless: "Psychological cleanliness is your problem, and distorted personality is still your problem. What have you done?"

He wasn't lying at all, what did he do?At best, he smashed the layers of this person's shells, exposing the rotten sores to the air, at most it was a mental shock, not remodeling and brainwashing, as long as he could Under normal circumstances, those shells are uncovered through communication, why the fuck is he watching Osamu Dazai go crazy here?

Osamu Dazai felt as exhausted as if he had been locked in a torture room and deprived of sleep for three days. The physical exhaustion almost made him collapse in the next second, but his spirit was just the opposite. He was as excited as if he could hold a pen and write a sentence. The masterpiece: "Then what did I do."

Gojo Satoru pointed to the wall covered by a large white cloth: "You drew a self-portrait of yourself."

Osamu Dazai showed his disgusted expression for a moment.

Gojo Satoru went on to say: "The middle includes but is not limited to you pointing at me and cursing hundreds of monsters, then pointing at the ceiling in a circle and saying that you want to blow up the port mafia, pulling my hair and insisting that I swear to use false You will lose the blessing to the idiot, and then scare Dostoevsky into a fool, blindfolded, put on chains, and imprisoned in a supernatural prison for a lifetime. After a while, you pull me by the collar and ask me to kill all the mice in the world. and the clown were killed."

Osamu Dazai opened his eyes wide and looked at the other party expectantly: "Is it okay?"

Gojo Satoru asked back: "What do you think?"

After he finished speaking, Osamu Dazai was unhappy. This man thought he had regained his sanity, but in fact he was still in a state of insanity. You can tell just because he didn't blurt out any thoughts, and then Osamu Dazai Silently, he opened his eyes wide and looked at him. The more he looked at him, the more sad he became, and the more he looked at him, the more he felt wronged. He was so wronged that he looked like a little trash panda that had been robbed of carrots. His eyes were red and his voice trembled.

"why not?"

Gojo Satoru waved his hand perfunctorily, opened the book again, and was grabbed by his clothes before reading a few lines. The other party was riding on him, his beautiful face looked ferocious like a ghost because he couldn't control his emotions, and his voice was low and low. Hoarse, with a creepy sternness: "Shouldn't you listen to me!"

"Listen to you?"

"Yeah! I tell you to kill whoever you kill. If I tell you to lie down and sleep, you will lie down to sleep. If I tell you to wake up, you will stay awake. You are not allowed to go anywhere without my permission. Why don't you listen to me? !" The paranoia in Dazai Osamu's tone made anyone frown, but Gojo Satoru just stared at this man quietly, after watching for a while, he stretched out his hand to hold the hand that was so hard that the veins protruded from the back of his hand, and replied flatly. said a word.

"Why, I'm not your dog."

Osamu Dazai took a deep breath after hearing this, and lowered his eyes. His fingertips were numb due to the tense emotion. He withdrew his hand and pulled the neckline vigorously, but he felt more and more difficult to breathe. Then he He found that the button was directly pulled off by him, and in a blink of an eye, the traces of the thread on the fingertips leaked blood, but he didn't feel it at all.

I didn't treat you like a dog either—why am I, why am I like this again—fuck Gojo Satoru, why the fuck are you...?

"And talking about monsters." Gojo Satoru smiled: "I should be more human than you."

"wrong!"

Gojo Satoru nodded in agreement, and followed the other party's words: "You're right, why don't you start talking? What kind of monster am I?"

"you……"

Osamu Dazai just opened his head, then tightly pursed his lips, and stared at him with two kite-colored eyes. Stretched his neck with the force that can kill an ordinary person, he waited for the other party's next words, and after waiting for a long time, he said, "What are you?"

Dazai didn't speak anymore.

He closed his mouth and closed his eyes. It can't be said that his behavior was restrained by reason, but that he didn't want to mention it very much, so that when his reason went to zero, he still remembered it. Shut up.

shut up.

To shut up.

Gojo Satoru was very calm. He told himself five times to calm down and not to pay attention to this bastard. The emotions that were gradually flooding in his heart, when he opened his eyes again, those blue eyes that seemed to melt into the stars in the sky seemed calm and unwavering, he looked at the person in front of him for a while, but said: "I'm really angry .”

Osamu Dazai heard the short syllable of "angry" in a daze, and trembled subconsciously.

His subconscious mind still remembers what happened to him after he heard this syllable last time. The feeling of being completely out of control is unbearable, and it undoubtedly frightens him. For a control freak, he is not afraid of horror movies. Described as a terrifying monster, he is not afraid of walking in the hail of bullets, nor is he afraid of death holding up his scythe at him—he is only afraid of losing control of himself.

He can't accept and can't allow himself to lose control.

"￥...No way."

He mumbled to and fro that no, no, no, you can't do this, it's too much, it's too much, you can't treat me like this, he grabbed this extremely excessive guy and wanted to kill him, nervously using some terrible The curse was threatening, and after threatening, it was replaced by begging, no, really no, he would not be able to bear it, he didn't want to go crazy, he really didn't—

"The field is unfolding." The voice still sounded so cold, unbelievably cold.

"—Boundless space."

……

After Gojo Satoru expanded his domain, he didn't let Osamu Dazai go crazy like the previous two times. He stretched out his arms around the opponent's back. As long as this person wanted to run to do something else, he would pull him back effortlessly. He really He was fed up with Dazai Osamu, so fucking he couldn't figure out where the source of Dazai Osamu's mental cleanliness was, and he didn't understand what it was that made this person suffocate in pain like a stick in his throat.

All feelings are changed on the fucking Osamu Dazai, the little bit of reality is painted by this person with layers of bright oil paint into shapes that no one can recognize, love can't be called love, neither can possessiveness Talking about possessiveness, he didn't know if this person had any regrets before jumping off, and if he hoped for someone to save him for a moment.

No.

Have.

No.

Have.

No is the correct answer. After all, he still remembers the feeling of the needle in his neck, because he has experienced the fate of this person more than once. , then your pain and despair, those empty medicine bottles, those self-inflicted wounds, damn, fuck, damn fucking Osamu Dazai, who are you going to show those little actions?

Fuck Dazai.

The person in his arms finally couldn't laugh this time. It would be surprising if he could laugh like a mental patient Gojo Satoru this time. The other party curled up and cried so hard that he couldn't breathe. As if it hadn't worked, the overwhelming negative emotions finally made him completely out of control, so out of control that he couldn't do anything but cry, his fingers were clutching the fabric in front of him, and his fingernails were about to be lifted off alive.

Gojo Satoru waited for a while, grabbed the man by the back of the neck and pulled him up, looking straight into those wet eyes: "What is it about me that makes you think he is a monster, Osamu Dazai, let me ask it another way, what is it about me?" Make you unacceptable to the extent that you want to be regarded as an inhuman monster?"

He really can't understand.

Even though he has two eyeballs that may be different from ordinary people, he basically covers those eyes. What's more special, he has the power to use spells, but Dazai himself is also a person with supernatural powers, and he has no This man can't stand the spell anymore, in short, he can't do anything, he's okay to say that Osamu Dazai is replacing him for dinner, because something is really wrong with Osamu Dazai!The thing that this person insists on over and over again does exist, and this person can't make himself more comfortable no matter what!

"The time is wrong."

"time?"

Osamu Dazai opened his eyes wide and looked at the snow-white snow-white color in front of him, and also looked at those clear blue eyes. He lost control of his mind to the extreme, and the things that usually oppressed him were several times heavier. Everything was in a mess. All thoughts were eliminated, only the last one remained: "The time is wrong."

"I don't know."

"You're a monster, Gojo Satoru. Because of the book, I'm living in a crack that's out of control. So who do I know? Which you? Which ones are real? Which ones are fake? I have seen you since I was four years old. For me, there are two memories at the same time. Then I saw you for the first time—which one is the first time, which one is the correct one? The one I locked up at the prison gate? Or the blind one? The one that treated me well or the one that was bad?"

"Is there a difference!"

"Why is there no difference? I have already got the book, and am I still lying to myself? This world is a page in the book, and my body has become a removable but ill-fitting clothes. I live in a world that is exactly the same but doomed , how do I live? How can I survive? Not only is the world fucking fake—even you exist based on false and false premises, and your attitude changes as soon as you say it. You are the best now Proof, all—the whole fucking thing is just an uncontrollable joke!"

"……what."

Fuck you, Osamu Dazai.

Gojo Satoru raised his hand to cover his eyes, pulled the corners of his lips, and his smile got bigger and bigger, and finally he couldn't help laughing out loud. After laughing for a while, he put down his hand, and there was still a lingering smile in his eyes: "Then what ?”