I am a writer in the world of sorcery

The next day turned out to be fine weather.

For the first time in four years, the office of the head of the port mafia was brightly lit, and the French windows were finally connected to electricity. Osamu Dazai used his fingers to hook the bandages on his eyes, thinking that it was finally time, and the sky was getting darker. It was too late, and the sun wheel outside the window sank to the sea level little by little, almost melting into the sea.

Osamu Dazai really didn't expect that he could live for so long. He tidied up his desk again, trying to keep them from being so messy, and stuffed the notebook he had written in half into the bookshelf behind him, and stuffed it in a random place. He went in, and there was a plate of cherries on the table. The round red fruit was crushed by him. It was sour and sweet, but still mostly sour. Although it was the season to eat cherries, Zhong Yuanzhong was also a fool, picking cherries was difficult. Can't pick well.

He shook the cherry handles in front of his eyes, including the one in his hand. Every cherry looked plump and purple, and it was supposed to taste sweet, but only those who bit into it knew how sour these fruits were. He bit off half of the pulp, looked at the tooth marks on the dark red pulp, sighed, threw the other half into the trash can, and tightened the bandages around his eyes a little more.

It was the first time that the building of the Port Mafia made such a sound, pinging and bang, as if it was about to collapse in the next second. He leaned on the table and looked at the setting sun, while making himself a cup of wolfberry tea leisurely, hugging The thermos cup was quite speechless, thinking that Atsushi Nakajima and Ryunosuke Akutagawa had such an earth-shattering fight, but in the blink of an eye there were two more shocks, a piece of wall dust smashed into his thermos cup, water droplets splashed him all over the face.

Dazai sighed again.

I can't drink this tea either.

He had carefully planned his own death before, from the method of death to the collection of the body, including where he would bury him. It would be nice to jump off the roof of the party building, and it would not alarm the police. Four years have passed in a flash. Recently, he has been particularly emotionally stable, and the sooner he dies, the happier he is. It turned out that it was completely melted, but unfortunately the bottom of the lake is not a blue and beautiful spring water, but a pile of rotten and dried up mud.

Except for yesterday, stop, Osamu Dazai, he tapped his forehead with his index finger, don't think about it, the last time, you must make yourself more comfortable.

He shouldn't be dealing with surprises like this.

But he was very unhappy, and he was also a little irritable, especially when he stuffed a piece of sour orange into the cat's mouth, he was even more irritable, and he rubbed the snow-white cat with a smile Mao, I thought to myself, what the hell, it's the last day and I still need to give me this set, and I touched my pocket again, and there are a few candies in my pocket as usual, it's still a bad habit I developed a long time ago.

He watched Gojo Satoru squatting alone and struggled for a long time, and finally gave up and rubbed against him. It stands to reason that he should pull the man's cat hair and say that you scratched me very much, but the time was wrong and the occasion was wrong. Osamu Nian Dazai has indeed matured a lot, even if he is unhappy, he will not blame anyone, but he is really very unhappy, thinking to fuck Gojo Satoru, don't do this to me.

No, I can't have cats that can't even peel crabs well.

The more he ate this sukiyaki meal, the more confused he became, and the more he ate, the more irritable he became. This kind of irritability was so sudden that he was torn into several pieces. Each piece of Dazai Osamu was concerned about different worries. After much deliberation, he was still like this A cat is the most worry-free - worry-free, thinking about it makes him feel a little ridiculous, so ridiculous that he almost laughs, he really likes Wujo Satoru, a large part of the reason is worry-free, but what is this feeling like?Instead, he couldn't give a clear definition.

The way they got along in those three years before was also very worry-free. He could do whatever he wanted, and lived every day as if it were the end of the world, but if he had much enthusiasm for life, he definitely didn't have it at all.Getting down from one bed, and then going up to another bed, there is no taboo, unscrupulous, and the attempt to commit suicide has never stopped, but he can't die no matter what, lazy and decadent, but his cat wants him to live a personal life If it doesn't work, just bite him, he was so annoying that he squeezed a shell to put on himself.

You see, it's just like a person now.

The cat opened its big blue eyes, and used his neck as a molar stick, stacking mouthfuls one by one. The next day, the collar of his shirt could not cover the tooth marks. He looked sideways again, thinking about the two Are the cats the same cat?But he never figured out what happened to the timeline all his life, and the messy crab meat on the plate repeatedly emphasized what he had lost, no, no, no, shouldn't.

If he didn't leave any regrets and die without any regrets, what's the matter now?

But still not reconciled.

But not so unwilling.

He has already arranged everything, including himself, but the ending he arranged for himself is a little perfunctory, but he can't pick out some dissatisfaction from it, maybe it's because the way of death is inappropriate , Osamu Dazai thought, he had been preparing to jump into the sea before, after all, the sea is very beautiful and quiet, compared to jumping from a building, he was much inferior, but he was too lazy to trouble himself, after all, he would tell the truth of the book when the time came. Akutagawa and Atsushi, those two childish brats might still save him.

But there are three people who know the truth of the book, Ryunosuke Akutagawa, Atsushi Nakajima, and Ogai Mori. When the three are together, there is no room for Osamu Dazai.

But Osamu Dazai was still annoyed. The seafood he ate was stuffed into his stomach together with the cake. The taste was not pleasant. A large part of the reason why he stayed in this world was to see the beautiful setting sun. The sun is about to set, and that kind of irritability can't be suppressed. Yes, he is almost irritated to death. When he is irritated, he still has to coax the cat or lie, especially when the cat is locked in the dungeon with its fangs. So much so that he just wanted to grab the cat by the tail and ask him how should you pay back what you owe me?

There is no way to pay it back, Osamu Dazai thought again, and poked the prison gate on the desk with his fingertips.

Because I'm going to die soon.

He picked up his coat from the back of the chair and put it on his body. The noise outside had come to an end, and he guessed that it was almost time. The cherries on the plate looked very tempting, so he took another one into his mouth without a long memory. When he went out and entered the corridor, he had already chased away the guards in advance, and now the corridor was empty. The carved glass windows cut the setting sun into fine pieces, and reflected beautiful colors, and all the colored lights fell on him.

The roof is really noisy.

Sure enough, it was a brat, he would be so hot-blooded in every fight, he was roaring and awakened, and he thought he was doing something if he didn’t know, Osamu Dazai spit out the cherry pit listlessly, threw it into the outer pocket of his coat, and walked up the stairs to the top of the building. Halfway there he suddenly remembered that his cigarette case had been left in a drawer in his office.

No, I have to go down and get it.

Osamu Dazai thought as he continued to walk up. After all, the cigarette case was not an important matter. He stood in the shadow of the roof, and in front of him was the strange color of the time when Moonlight Beast and Rashomon collided. Atsushi Nakajima and Ryu Akutagawa Suke's fight was brilliant, Osamu Dazai could find faults, but at the level of these two he couldn't ask too much - my cigarette case is still in the drawer.

Osamu Dazai was not in good health when he was young, not to mention smoking and drinking. At that time, the family doctor of the Tsushima family diagnosed him as being self-cultivated and often tabooed, but in the future, Osamu Dazai completely ignored these two doctor's orders He doesn't smoke much, far less than he drinks, let alone suffers from a smoking addiction, but he is watching a performance that is destined to know the end, which is really boring.

Damn it, even the protagonist of the trash movie that Gojo Satoru couldn't put it down in the past can smoke a cigarette before jumping. How could it be his turn that the last thing before he died was to scare two childish brats?No, I have to go down and get my cigarette case, Osamu Dazai thought.

But he still didn't move, watching the orange sunset sinking a little further into the sea level.

Just eat a candy. While watching Atsushi Nakajima and Ryunosuke Akutagawa gritted their teeth and screamed, blood was everywhere, he took out a candy from his pocket. It was cherry-flavored, and the candy wrapper was brilliantly refracted by the light. Zhi squinted his eyes, thinking that this candy must have expired, it was too sweet, but he still wanted his own cigarette case, my cigarette case, he thought, he almost turned around and went down to get his own cigarette case.

"Moon Beast!"

"Rashomon!"

Forget it, Osamu Dazai was a little unhappy staring at the broken setting sun, but in a flash he became happy again, and he was about to get his wish, everyone is happy, and a little flaw is within the tolerance range—my cigarette case is still In the drawer—he knew very well that there is no perfect truth in the world, but he still couldn't help complaining to these two children, if you fight for a while, I can go down to get my cigarette case.

It was a new cigarette case he just changed in the afternoon. He bought it from the bar owner. It looked very retro, painted in red, with a picture of a man wearing a funny gentleman hat, and the five cursive letters were printed on the portrait. Below, it is exactly the same as his previous matchbox. The smile in Dazai Osamu’s beautiful iris eyes is getting wider and wider. It is really a beautiful cigarette case. It is a pity that the floor fell and broke.

But I still want my cigarette case, Dazai Osamu thought this way, took a step forward, and applauded decently, the performance has ended, as the only audience and director, he must give applause, My cigarette case, he was thinking about his beautiful cigarette case in his heart, and said his lines very perfunctorily: "It seems that Akutagawa, who has been harboring anger and hatred for four and a half years, has won."

His cigarette case was still in the drawer.

"From four years ago until now, from the day you and your sister were separated, everything was designed for today. The training of Dun and the expansion of the mafia's sphere of influence are also designed for today."

Osamu Dazai felt a little bit wrong when he said it. He laughed at Mori Ogai for four and a half years, because this person insisted on playing a stupid villain in a movie once, and what he is doing now is not a bad villain. It was a textbook-level villain performance. He separated all kinds of conspiracies and his own goals. He was absent-minded, very incompetent, and only cared about his beautiful cigarette case.

Time is up.

He finally didn't have to continue living in this meaningless world.

He's already told everything about the book, fuck, his cigarette case, his cigarette case, he's dying, and his head is full of little things, whether it's as a port mafia boss or as Dazai , even as Shuji Tsushima, he still has many things to worry about, there is a conspiracy vortex that can engulf the whole world, there is an exquisite layout to reshuffle the cards in another world, and there is happiness that can make him laugh out loud, after all he played Saku Oda wrote all the endings that Osamu Dazai couldn't make, but fuck, all he's thinking about right now is a damn cigarette case.

In the clear sky, in the golden setting sun, in the dusk.

He closed his eyes, fell backwards, and jumped down from the tall building.

The speed of the fall was very fast, he could hear the flapping of his clothes, and the wind whizzed past his ears, making him very cold. This was the last few seconds of his life, so it shouldn't hurt very much, he could feel it all at once. Lost consciousness, no regrets, he remembered this sentence inexplicably, Dazai opened his eyes, watched the glass exterior wall flashing past, he has no regrets, he does not regret anything, everyone is happy and satisfied, except that he forgot to bring own cigarette case.

"..."

"—You made me spend four years in prison with you, how are you going to compensate me?"