I am a writer in the world of sorcery

[My father once asked me and my brothers and sisters about the fantasy of the afterlife world when I was a child. It was rare for me not to have any intention of ingratiating and laughing, "It must be pure supreme bliss." Laughter erupts...]

—— "The Panic of Making Flowers"

Dazai closed his eyes, and gradually regained his consciousness. The place where he was lying on seemed to be very hard, like the tatami mat that the maid laid out for him when he was a child. Come on, it was caused by years of old injuries.

disappointment.

If this is the world after death, it would be too shabby and miserable. Osamu Dazai felt that people should not continue to think after death, but the brain is active enough, and the senses are also unprecedentedly sensitive. Even the wind blowing on the face The feeling is crystal clear.

"you're awake."

Dazai suddenly opened his eyes, and stared at the person beside the bed with an inexplicable expression. The other person seemed to be struggling with exhaustion, his eyes were blue, and the energetic sea urchin head seemed to be less troublesome.

He stared at Fu Heihui for a while, then lowered his eyes: "Mr. Fu Hei."

"Ok?"

"Now there are two hypotheses. One, you are dead like me, and the other is that I am still alive." Osamu Dazai's voice was light again: "What do you think it is?"

"Second."

"...Secondly, it's great. It's the luckiest luck that I survived." Dazai lightly bent his eyes at Fukui Hui, and said obediently and harmlessly, "Fukui-kun, give me your hand." one time."

A trace of confusion flashed across Fu Heihui's face. Although he didn't know Dazai Osamu's intentions, he did it obediently. He watched Dazai Osamu play with his fingers inexplicably, then inserted them into his fingers, and slowly closed them.

"Thanks to Fuhei-kun, the hero rescued me in the end." Osamu Dazai smiled, and every word he uttered carried a subtle charm.

"Dazai!" Fu Heihui wanted to withdraw his hand in a rather embarrassing state. Anyway, this sticky posture was too much. Just as he was thinking, a delicate and small gun was suddenly stuffed into his palm. And Dazai didn't know when he had firmly clasped his joints, and with a slight twist of his thin fingers, he was already induced to hold the gun in the standard gun-holding posture.

The muzzle of the gun was aimed straight at Dazai's forehead.

"Thank you very much." Osamu Dazai hid half of his face in the darkness.

Fu Heihui's heartbeat stopped suddenly, he watched Dazai Osamu forcefully lowered his index finger in almost horror, the mechanism flicked slightly, and the bullet ejected——

"--clang!"

The crisp sound of metal clashing.

Fu Heihui stood up abruptly, and the chair was turned over by his action. Jianren Qihai looked serious, holding a knife in front of the muzzle of the gun. The bullet hit the blade and embedded it in the wall. Immediately afterwards, he was used to Sex flicked the knife and pushed up the glasses.

"Dazai." He seemed to be reprimanding, but in the end there was a flash of helplessness on his face: "Don't do this next time."

"Fu Heihui." Dazai leaned against the head of the bed, the eiderdown quilt loosely hugged him, making his figure even weaker and weaker, but as soon as Fu Heihui met Dazai's eyes, he immediately choked up.

That is the instinctive discomfort of human beings when they see "abnormalities".

"How did I survive?"

Those iris-colored eyes were so gloomy that they couldn't see any light, like a deep lake in which monsters were sleeping. Osamu Dazai didn't smile, and he didn't deliberately put on his usual cute look, as if he was entangled with filth that couldn't be melted away.

Fu Heihui's throat was dry: "You have a remote control shikigami attached to your body. After it is activated, use your previous dagger..."

"I know, it's still my plan to get here, and my plan can't go wrong." Dazai said blankly, "Then, who saved me?"

Fu Heihui whispered: "I ask Teacher Wutiao..."

"As expected of Fuhei-kun." Dazai's voice suddenly rose, and he looked into the opponent's dark blue eyes full of killing intent: "Thanks to you, I will live in this world for a while longer."

Fuguro Megumi seemed to be nailed into the ground. Under Dazai Osamu's gaze, which made him invisible, his whole body was stiff, and he opened his mouth, but he didn't make a sound.

Seeing this, Jianren Qihai secretly sighed.

"Dazai." He knocked Dazai Osamu on the head unceremoniously, warning: "Enough is enough."

"Stop bullying Hui."

The elder went around to the other side of the bed and put his hand on Fu Heihui's shoulder: "You did nothing wrong, don't be led astray by this brat, if I were in your position, I wouldn't do better than you good."

He pointed out the key points plainly but sharply: "Even if this kid really wants to seek revenge, he should go to Gojo Satoru, after all, he is the one who makes the decision."

Jianren Qihai met those kite-colored pupils without evasiveness, without saying a word, with a calm face. After tens of seconds, Osamu Dazai turned his head like a tamed cat, and looked out of the window displeasedly. pouted.

"whispering sound."

The creepy atmosphere dissipated instantly.

Osamu Dazai lay on the quilt listlessly, trying to fold himself in half, and then pressed his face against the soft sheet. His body was so flexible that it seemed effortless to do this kind of movement.

"Are you a child?" Jianren Qihai was speechless: "Because I couldn't find Wujo Wu to vent my anger, I vented my temper on Hui. You knew he would save you, but it would be strange if he didn't choose to save you. .”

Osamu Dazai drew his voice: "I don't want to be complained by Nanami."

What a terrible character, Nanami Kento thought.

What the hell kind of guardian could have raised a brat like Osamu Dazai - naive and worldly, cunning and intelligent.

To say that he is not sensible enough, but this brat has clearly grasped the bottom line. He is very clear about how he survived, but he still doesn't mention Wujo Wu at all.

... If you want to say that he is well-behaved, but he just grabbed Fu Heihui and tossed hard, so he was extremely willful.

He was really afraid that one day Fu Heihui would be accidentally tormented by Dazai and his mentality would collapse. He could be considered to have watched this child grow up since he was a child. , was already greatly stimulated by Dazai.

Jianren Qihai pinched the bridge of his nose, feeling very headache: "Call me Mr. Qihai... Forget it, what's going on this time, why is there such a big trouble all of a sudden?"

Dazai glanced at him weakly, and curled himself up even tighter, with an appearance of resolute non-cooperation.

"Hui, I have something I want to talk to Dazai alone." After Nanami Jianren finished speaking, he stood up, lifted Dazai out of the bed with an indisputable attitude, and put him on the bed properly.

"Why did you commit suicide?"

Osamu Dazai was stunned for a moment, his eyes widened in amazement, and then he smiled skillfully at the corners of his mouth: "I'm not living well?"

Jianren Qihai: "If Gojo Satoru doesn't arrive in time, you will really die. Although I don't know what it will be like after death, I always feel that living is better than dying."

Dazai fell back on the bed in boredom, perfunctory, he was so irritable that he almost went crazy before, but he managed to calm down a little, but now he was so exhausted that he just wanted to get into the quilt and roll himself up into a quilt.

And he did.

He always knew that he had willful power in front of Jianren Qihai, so he covered his face with a pillow coquettishly, and turned over: "Nanami."

"what happened again."

"When I met that curse spirit before." He turned his face sideways with a "whoosh" and whimpered at the elder: "I was thinking, I was going to your house to eat and drink .”

"You don't want to dirty your apartment, so you want to come to my place." The older man poked him unceremoniously.

Dazai stared at him, silently rolled his eyes and turned over.

Qihai Jianren: ...

The quilt that had been well taken care of was now messed up by Dazai rolling around, Jianren Nanami couldn't help but sighed again, took out a cigarette, lit the lighter, the flame was about to lick the cigarette, he again Remembering that Osamu Dazai was still here, he paused, turned off the fire, and put the cigarette back into the cigarette case.

silence.

These silences are Osamu Dazai's wordless resistance. He lazily closed his eyes and pricked up his ears, waiting to hear the footsteps of Nanami Kento leaving. In his mind, Nanami Kento was a very good person, calm and rational, never annoying.

"If you live well, how about I take you to Kuantan, Malaysia in winter?"

Osamu Dazai moved his back slightly.

"There is a very beautiful beach, you can directly see the sea from the wooden house, the weather is also very good, and the crab meat you like is also the freshest. I plan to live in Kuantan after I retire. In my opinion, go there once before I die. Kuantan, I think I can have less regrets." Qihai Jianren said in a persuasive tone.

Dazai sat up, smiled, and said in the naughty tone of a young man, "I don't want to go."

He sniffled and said with disgust: "The sea water is salty and fishy. Even a place that looks clean is dirty when viewed up close. The sea breeze still makes my joints hurt. Even if there are crab meat This is an advantage, but if you walk on the beach, what if you get hit by a bullet casing?"

"Oh." Jianren Qihai said frankly, "I've actually never been there."

Dazai looked at him strangely.

"But I still want to go." Jianren Qihai said seriously: "I have checked a lot of reviews on the Internet, at least there will be no bullet casings piercing my feet."

Dazai blinked quickly, as if stunned.

Then he quickly withdrew his gaze, a gleam of light suddenly flashed across his silent pupils, and it was fleeting. He still looked unmotivated, but it was much better than when he was listless before.

"Okay." He replied slowly.

"Then—" Jianren Qihai pulled the chair over, as if he was going to take advantage of the victory and chase after him: "The second thing is, I went through the admission procedures with Principal Ye Moth for you."

Dazai: ...

He hurriedly pushed back the quilt, but was tripped and lost his balance, and fell over, but he still couldn't forget to yell: "What? Nanami? Ah - I'm hurt, where is the doctor? My ear hurts, It's been buzzing since before..."

"Literally." Unmoved, the elder announced calmly.

"Starting tomorrow, you will go to school here."