I am a writer in the world of sorcery

"Boss, what are you looking at?"

In the dark room, Nakahara stood by the window expressionlessly. At first he almost wanted to tear down the mafia building, but under Mori Ogai's cold treatment, his sanity gradually returned.

Instead, it was a curiosity that he didn't want to admit——

Osamu Dazai has been fooling around all day. In fact, his past is a mystery to the entire organization, but today, he suddenly discovered that his so-called partner has an unknown side.

writer.

Just putting this word together with that Dazai made him feel ridiculous.

Mori Ogai was sitting on a red velvet chair, wearing white gloves on his hands, turning pages very slowly. Hearing this, he looked at Nakaya, as if he suddenly remembered something: "It's Dazai-kun's password, it seems that you There is no place to use the password to communicate with him."

"password?"

Mori Ogai motioned for him to come over: "Dazai-kun and I have a unique way of communicating letters, which was the product of a whim when he was eight years old. The search comparison table is "List of Classical Haiku", and the interpretation method is very simple. Just body."

Central Plains also fell silent.

...What the hell are they all!

Mori Ogai smiled and said, "Chuya-kun, please take the second book on the right hand from the third row on my bookshelf."

Zhongyuan Zhong also did the same, and when he brought it over, he flipped through it, and someone had made quite bad comments in it, and the handwriting was crooked, but the character could be vaguely seen, and after a closer look, it was clearly Osamu Dazai's handwriting.

"The influence of ██, world fusion, curses, strange stories, negative emotions, monsters, conjurers." Mori Ogai deciphered a few pages of codes for Nakahara Chuya with a guiding attitude.

Looking at the cold yet confused face of his subordinate, Mori Ogai smiled, and said with an attitude of everything under control: "Chuya."

"Yes."

"Dazai is now in another world. Soon, the world we live in will undergo earth-shaking changes. A group of magicians with various attack methods—you can understand them as people with supernatural powers."

"Boss, do we still need to continue looking for Dazai?"

"That's what I want to say, Zhongye, increase your search efforts. Besides, if you have any new news, report to me immediately."

"I hope it won't be too late." Mori Ogai rarely showed a wry smile.

Obviously the conversation has come to an end, but Chuya Nakahara is still lingering in the chief's office, hesitant to speak, Mori Ogai tortured him for a minute with great interest, and suddenly said: "Chuya, what do you want to ask? "

"...too late?" The orange-haired boy looked confused, "You and that mackerel are really very familiar."

To say that the degree of familiarity is too light, it is better to say that Ogai Mori has a horrible understanding of Osamu Dazai. In fact, Osamu Dazai is the only person in the entire mafia who has no respect for the leader. He even scared Alice to tears with a self-portrait It's a small matter.

When he first joined, he saw Dazai holding the game console more than once, playing racing games with a light posture in the grand leader's seat, and other various transgressive behaviors, let alone mention it.

"This is also the reason why I am sure that Dazai-kun will not defect." Mori Ogai stood up and walked to the French window that was not powered on: "The port mafia still has what Dazai-kun is craving. Only here can he observe it up close. Death, exposure to blood and violence."

"Speaking of it." Mori Ogai changed the subject, "I also want to thank you, Chuya-kun."

Chuya: "...Huh?"

Mori Ogai smiled without saying a word. The reason why Dazai was able to persist until today and to commit suicide vigorously was all influenced by Nakahara Chuya. It is so dazzling that it cannot be seen directly.

"In short, Dazai-kun is not a patient child." Mori Ogai said: "If he is bored for too long, I'm not sure whether he will give up his life."

"As for me and Dazai-kun."

coming.Nakahara also straightened his spine, waiting for the answer he was most interested in.

Mori Ogai glanced at him unhurriedly: "Dazai's former name was Shuji Tsushima."

Zhong Yuan was also taken aback, his eyes widened suddenly, and his voice rose suddenly: "Tsushima? That--Tsushima?"

Mori Ogai nodded seriously.

"The leader of the previous generation once reached an agreement with the Tsushima family that Dazai-kun would stay in the port mafia as a bargaining chip. I was the personal doctor of the previous generation at the time, and by the way I became Zhikun's teacher. Ah, that child has not been allowed to call him that for a long time."

Nakahara Chuya: ...

It's hard to say.

He instantly understood why Osamu Dazai could be the witness of Mori Ogai's last words when he succeeded the leader. After all, under normal circumstances, an ordinary 15-year-old child would never be qualified to testify.

And all of this turned into a secret that was no longer known in just two years after Mori Ogai took over.

He bowed silently and exited the chief's office.

Mori Ogai stared at the book in his hand with an unfathomable expression. After a long while, the elder burst out laughing and sighed in a low voice, "I really didn't write anything."

[The work is a mirror that reflects the author's heart. Did a coward like Zhijun exclude himself from the beginning? ]

**

midsummer.

Three first-year high school students were assigned a mission to attend a meeting with writer Ginkichi Kosuge.

Different from the general writer’s signing event, Mr. Kosuge forcibly changed the signing event into a face-to-face meeting on the grounds that there were too many strokes in the name and his wrist would be broken after signing. Mr. Kosuge himself, book fans are also quite satisfied.

"Mr. Kosuge's works can mobilize everyone's fear of society. At present, this work has a wider and wider audience, and has formed a hypothetical mantra, which is almost approaching the super class." Yi Dizhi said.

Japanese society has always had requirements such as "grouping", "reading the air", and "collectiveness". These shackles have been imposed on Japanese people since they were born, and Kosuge Yinkichi's book just arouses everyone's fear of not being able to integrate into society.

"—If I'm excluded, I might as well die."

"—that idiot who can't read the air was bullied! That's great, it should have been done long ago! It's an eyesore!"

The superposition of various factors produced the imaginary mantra named "Zaohua".

"However, the special level has little to do with you, Knotweed, your task this time is to exterminate the curse spirits in the meeting, and ensure that the curse spirits at the scene will not grow due to gathering and devouring."

Dazai was listlessly sitting on the wooden chair. The publishing house had worked hard for this meeting. The best venue, with sufficient air-conditioning 24 hours a day, queued up in advance in an orderly manner. Before that, they invited the same newcomers Several writers warmed up.

"I didn't expect Teacher Kosuge to be so young." The middle-aged man beside him wiped the sweat from his forehead, tried his best to speak to Dazai with a flattering voice.

But the faint jealousy in his eyes was as conspicuous in Dazai's eyes as a light bulb at night.

"How can such a young brat get such a high evaluation! It's too careless, it's a child's play!" He must have such thoughts in his heart, Dazai thought, and his expression suddenly became a half-smile.

But after glancing at the pitch-black stadium, he quickly went back depressed.

"Why haven't you come yet?" Dazai complained in his heart. Although he couldn't see the magic spirit, he could guess that the narrow area It is estimated that there are densely packed ugly creatures in the place.

Woohoo, luckily he couldn't see it.

Why don't you go back first, and you don't have to write the curse book. Although Miss Miwa's urging the manuscript is very troublesome, he won't live long, so he simply threw the house there...

Just as he was leaning on his cheek and thinking wildly, a black shadow suddenly fell above his head.

"Mr. Kosuge." Dazai looked along the line of sight, and found that in front of him was a piece of black expensive cloth and a green wrapping cloth separated by yellow stripes.

He straightened his posture immediately, sat up straight, raised his face refreshedly, and looked into the long and narrow eyes of the other party.

"—I have admired you for a long time, Mr. Kosuge."