I am a writer in the world of sorcery

"Didn't you say that the knotweed is upstairs?"

Fu Heihui turned back several times in a row, all of which were useless. The empty space that should have been seen at a glance was divided into pieces due to the holding of activities.

Undoubtedly, the place where Dazai held the meet and greet was the most central and conspicuous place in the whole venue, no matter from which angle you can see it clearly.

Osamu Dazai spread his hands: "Sorry, I didn't expect the upstairs to be divided like this."

"Based on Fuguro-kun's thinking, if you want to attract attention, what do you think is the most suitable place?" Dazai asked slowly.

"Let's go on stage." Fu Heihui replied casually.

"The stage." Dazai put his hands in his hands, repeating inexplicably: "Yes, the stage."

Fukuroi paused, and slowly slowed down, Dazai fell behind him unhurriedly, with porcelain white skin, soft and fluffy hair, the light and shadow changing between the footsteps, he was placed under the sun for a while , Hiding in the darkness for a while.

"Dazai."

"Well?"

Fu Heihui exhaled slowly.

He turned around without warning, and with a flash of wind, he grabbed Osamu Dazai's neck like lightning, with his fingers closed, he slammed back.

Under the finger is the touch of a bandage, with a very weak pulse, beating again and again, Fukuroe confronted Dazai unkindly, and could see his faint nervous appearance in the other's unique pupils: "What do you know?"

Osamu Dazai smiled without sincerity: "I don't know anything."

From the beginning to the end, there was no ripple in that deep pool-like eye, and Fu Heihui suddenly had a strange idea—this person seemed to have pulled himself out of the world.

"If you are related to this incident, I will not spare you."

"Hey, good, good, I assure you I didn't do anything bad." With a smile in his eyes, Dazai raised his hand: "Fukuro-kun, I'm just curious, if you want to save someone worth saving, then In your mind, what is the criterion worth saving?"

"Will you cast a glance at those who are not even worth saving?"

A thunderbolt suddenly broke through the chaos.

Fu Heihui tightened his fingers suddenly, his face was extremely ugly. At a certain moment, he really wanted to strangle Dazai Zhi to death here - but he still just took a deep look at Dazai Zhi, let go of his hand, and directly drove the spell to strike Away from the obstacles in front of him, he ran towards the meeting place without looking back.

The focus of the crowd's attention is the stage.

Behind the glamorous stage, there are always performance props piled up.

**

When Fu Heihui rushed into the meeting place, his blood almost froze. Knotweed Yuren and Chanyuan Ren wrestled together. The middle-aged man's moves were fatal, but the young man was restrained. Despite his overwhelming strength, he was beaten to the ground hurt.

"Chanyuan lotus!"

Fu Heihui saw that he had attracted the other party's attention, so he clapped his hands together, and the shadow turned into a living thing, rushing forward aggressively, covering the sky like a tide like the sea.

【—Ten kinds of shadow spells! 】

Zenyuan Lian was furiously scolding the knotweed just a second ago, but froze in place for some reason when the shadow hit him. The victory or defeat was close at hand, but he was doomed the moment he saw Fu Heihui. become losers.

Hu Zhang Youren didn't care about these twists and turns, he freed his hand, stopped in front of the curse spirit again, and shouted at Fu Heihui: "Fu Hei, this curse spirit is not aggressive! He is asking for help from me !"

Fu Heihui glanced over there, did not refute his companion's childishness, and then looked at Zen Yuanlian.

"You are the instigator of this incident." His voice was suppressed to the extreme: "There is only a screen between this terrace and the main hall, that is to say, you can exorcise a first-level curse spirit in the most conspicuous place—do you want to?" Who is the show for?"

"Conjurer's Association? Or the person who gave you a rating and recommendation?"

"It is difficult to make a non-aggressive curse spirit. First, it must be completely captured, and then cursed, layer by layer, and tortured to the extreme, so that the curse spirit with only shallow consciousness can develop a conditioned reflex. obedience."

Fu Heihui punched the face of Zenyuan Lian who was fixed by the shadow.

The middle-aged man flew backwards like a broken sack, and the young man rubbed his body forward, pushing heavily against the soft belly of his body until he was embedded into the wall.

"A few months ago, you were a fourth-level conjurer." Fu Heihui said, "With the ability of a fourth-level conjurer, you can only exorcise the weakest curse spirits. At that time, Dazai's "Face of Making Flowers" was just published, and you Luckily, I met Zaohua, who is still weak, and captured it."

"I'm a first-class conjurer!" The drowsy lotus in the Buddhist monastery roared with a bruised nose and a swollen face, with birth fluid and nosebleeds smeared on that face, making it even more ridiculous.

Fu Heihui lifted his knees and kicked the wall directly with people: "There are only two ways to grow a curse spirit, cannibalism or devour human beings. The tasks you have done in the past few months have been very good. I heard that the curse you exorcised Spirits have eaten a lot of people, and they are just in the hatching stage—the most vulnerable state.”

"But you have counted..."

"How many people died for no reason!" The eyes of the young conjurer suddenly widened, and the eyeballs were covered with bloodshot eyes. The black shadow under his feet immediately grew ferocious fangs, which stuck on the middle-aged man's head.

"You can't kill me!" The lotus eyes of the Chanyuan were about to burst: "I'm from the Zenyuan family!"

[Why! ]

[Obviously the son of that worthless, rubbish Fuheshier! ]

[Why can he awaken ten shadow spells! ]

[Unfair, unfair, unfair——! ]

Fu Heihui sneered, "Chanyuan?"

Fu Heihui suddenly lost the desire to speak, and the gaze he looked at Zenyuan Lian even lost his disgust. Instead, he looked at a small pebble on the road that would hurt his feet but was not worth mentioning. He raised his hand flatly and covered it with his fingers A layer of blue mana.

Zen Yuan Lian didn't know where the strength came from, but she broke free from the shackles of the shadow. The middle-aged man's eyes were blood red, his breath was as thick as a cow, and the shape of his hands folded turned out to be a stance of dying together.

Fu Heihui frowned, and took a step back with his right foot, but his eyes remained unchanged.

Zenyuan Lian was immediately stimulated.

He desperately wants to die with this group of guys who look down on him, belittle him, deny him, and can't see him, but he is reluctant to part with everything in the world, seeing that he is about to become a first-level magician, besides , he still has the achievements in this life that he has completely relied on himself

——Horror Literature Newcomer Award No. 40 [-]nd, it can barely be regarded as being noticed.

"Ah." Dazai skipped over the wall that was already in ruins lightly, with light movements, as if he had no weight, his hands were still hidden in his coat pockets, and he walked past everyone with a smile, his exquisite black leather shoes were spotless , the coat is ironed neatly, and the whole body is clean, which is out of place with the people around who are either in a mess or covered in blood.

His body was cold, his breathing was cold, and after strenuous exercise, he didn't even sweat.

"This is my artificial flower."

The air that was originally burning fieryly and could be detonated at any time was tossed by his untimely behavior.

"Get out!" Fu Heihui's attention was diverted, and so was Zenyuan Lian. He asked in disbelief: "Xiaosuga Yinji?"

"It's Mr. Lian." He seemed not to notice the anomaly in front of him at all: "I heard that my book has become a reality. As the original author, I am really curious about the appearance of making flowers. It seems that I am disturbing Mr. Lian's business. .”

Osamu Dazai stopped in front of Juling with a smile, squatted down, and took out his hand hidden in his pocket. He gently stroked the hair on the side of Juling's ear, and then touched its forehead. Fu Heihui noticed that There is no bandage on one hand——when did Dazai take off the bandage?

[People’s faces are immutable in my opinion, and I don’t dare to hope that one day I can distinguish the people who take care of me. They always call my name with a serious face. I stand in a crowded crowd, because Trembling from the cold, I just want to hide in a darker and more unknown place. ]

He suddenly remembered the sentence in "The Panic of Making Flowers".

Don't blame him, Dazai is so abnormal that he can't even describe it too much. The appearance of that curse spirit can be said to be the protagonist of a horror movie, with swollen spliced ​​limbs, stitched monster-like tattered skin, no facial features but full of skin. With a scarred face, there is only a slit left in that mouth, which can barely be opened.

But Dazai Osamu's eyes were like gazing at his lover, he looked at the blank face tenderly and melancholy, and said softly, "Ah, it's made flowers."

In front of him, the curse spirit huddled tremblingly, its body seemed to want to escape backwards, but was unwilling to let go of the hand, maintaining an appearance of being forced to escape but being fixed.

"Zaohua's hair is very beautiful." Dazai said: "Zaohua is exactly the same as my "Zaohua Panic", I almost thought that the book turned into a person, ran out of the paper, it was tailor-made for my book. "

As soon as the words fell, the curse spirit trembled violently and silently, and the tremor became more and more intense, as if it was suppressing something.

Knotweed Youruhito murmured: "...a tailor-made?"

Osamu Dazai stood up and put his hands in his pockets again.

"Mr. Knotweed, do you know? In fact, I don't like the book of making flowers panic at all. It's terrible. It's full of hypocritical thoughts and words, so I'm quite perfunctory when I write it. , write a little more after drinking, just such rubbish, the publishing house got a trial version, but came to visit every now and then."

"I really have no vision." He sighed, looking completely headache.

Hirohito Knotashi didn't understand why Osamu Dazai suddenly mentioned this, but the kind-hearted boy still gave enough reaction: "Even if classmate Dazai is not satisfied, this book has been recognized by everyone, and the achievements are obvious to all."

What a terrifying talent, he can easily surpass the efforts of others who have exhausted his entire life. There is an idea looming in the sky, but he can't grasp it no matter what.

Dazai smiled, "Yes."

"So sometimes, I really feel ashamed of my love and expectations for everyone, and I feel that I am still young, and my predecessors have not been given the opportunity to display their ambitions for a long time, but I am left behind by works like mine. I am ashamed and ashamed. So I specifically ask the organizers not to hold an exhibition for me alone."

Tsk.Fu Heihui had a toothache, and also felt a little familiar and subtle discomfort.

"So." Chanyuan Lian raised her head with a blank face, her pupils shrunk to the size of a pinprick, her fingers were pinched blue and white, and then burst to bleed, gurgling down her wrist.

But he didn't realize it, his voice seemed to be bleeding.

"——that's why I can attend the signing event."