I am a writer in the world of sorcery

...is this guy serious?

Nagasaki Wild Rose was speechless for a while. The word "sacrifice for love" can only appear in post-war literati works and the sad scenes deliberately rendered in Heianjing sitcoms. Invitations to die in love are sent out all over the place.

Inducing others to commit suicide is a perfectly criminal act.

It's very strange, facing this face, she couldn't do the behavior that "Wild Rose" should do in a short while. Dazai Osamu had no sense of disobedience to martyrdom, she didn't feel offended, Looking at the other party's frail figure, there was even a tiny bit of unobservable affection in his heart.

She can even imagine how Dazai hangs around in the flower streets of Ginza, pawning all his belongings to exchange for wine and drinking. If he is poor and has nothing to buy, he will try to beg the store to give him credit, so that he can indulge himself again in alcohol.

She didn't notice that when she gave birth to this tiny bit of love and affection, Dazai Osamu's kite-colored eyes quietly passed a trace of strangeness, and those pupils, like a deep lake full of mud, deepened a little.

"Easy, Mr. Knotweed."

Dazai lowered his eyes and frowned slightly. A young magician who was his age was untying the bandage on his wrist. Hearing this, he stopped in a hurry and carefully lifted the edge of the bandage.

"I'm very afraid of pain." Dazai complained lightly with a smile on his face.

Nazaki: ...Then why invite others to die in love?Does suicide not hurt?

The moment the bandage fell, the pink-haired boy froze, his eyes revealed a bit of anger, and a dangerous breath suddenly released. It was the pure anger that had been fought in blood and fire, and it was chilling.

— old wounds under the bandages.

——Deep, shallow, slightly raised, sunken, all kinds of scars that have healed, ugly imprinted on Osamu Dazai's body.

What made him most angry were the wounds that were still bleeding.

The wounds on Osamu Dazai's wrists were uneven. With his eyesight, he could easily tell that these scars were not caused by Dazai himself. The incisions were distributed messily on the white and thin wrists. They were not deep, according to the blood coagulation of the human body. Speed, the scab should have been scabbed long ago.

And the blood was still gurgling out.

In other words, someone repeatedly opened the wound over and over again.

This person was clearly abused!Nagasaki Yarose thought with rounded eyes.

"Dazai-san." Hirohito Hiroshi said in a deep voice, "No matter what past you have with this lady, it is not a reason for her to hurt you. After this matter is over, I will call the police."

Osamu Dazai was stunned for a moment, as if he heard some funny joke, he laughed out of joy.

He laughed for a while, and was interrupted by the pain again, causing him to gasp. After he calmed down a little, he waved his hand with difficulty: "Mr. Knotweed, Saji-chan is the best person in the world to me, don't make a fuss about it."

Are you clearly a victim, but have been speaking well for the perpetrator?Or is it really kind-hearted, too kind?

Nagasaki Wild Rose uncontrollably thought of the Stockholm disease, her eyes softened a bit.

——Sure enough, he is a good man from the countryside who is easy to be deceived.

A certain nerve in Yuzu Yuhito's brain was quietly touched: "Saki-chan?"

He turned his face sideways, looked at the girl he sent to his companion, and said hesitantly, "This, this is what everyone said before... Well, I'm sorry, Dazai-san, I'm not..."

The pink-haired boy's voice stopped abruptly. Nagasaki Yaqiangwei was whetted with appetite, but she didn't get the answer. She waited for a while, and then quietly teased her companion.

But the knotweed tightly pursed his lips and stopped talking.

Dazai, who was protected in the middle by them, suddenly laughed out loud: "It's okay, it's okay, the rumors that Mr. Huzhang heard are partly true."

"Saki-chan, she is my lover."

Knotabagi Yuhito's mood is very complicated, his good upbringing does not allow him to repeat the obscenities of the boys in the class, in fact, those slanders are not something that can be described in a frivolous rumor.

Dazai had just transferred to another school, and when he was still introducing himself on the podium, his keen hearing had caught Oda in the front seat, who was calling him in a low voice for being a little boy who only had face and liked to trick and play with girls.

Within a few hours, the maliciousness rose several levels in a straight line.

"—I can see clearly that he is being taken care of by a very old and ugly woman!"

"Ah, isn't that dirty? I'm still a student, so I'm already so depraved?"

"I guess I will go to work in a custom shop after school."

Since Japanese society experienced decades of stagnant development, it has become a pool of lifeless sewage. The powerful consortium Gosanjia controls politics, and the hierarchy is strict. Ordinary people have to work hard for the deviation value from birth. If you are admitted to a good university, It's great to be able to join another company—ah, that's great, the Japanese work for a lifetime.

Rubbish, hopeless country.

This rigid group atmosphere has already spread to all stages of Japanese people's life. Transfer students, as outsiders inserted in the middle, will naturally be bullied for no reason.

He purposely stayed in school for 10 minutes longer after school, guarding near the locker, in order to prevent students with malicious intentions from tampering with Dazai's locker.

Fortunately, no one was so crazy on the first day.

But when he wandered around the storage room, he accidentally glanced out of the window. At the gate of the school, a young man as delicate and beautiful as crystal was lowering his head and talking to a woman. After a while, the woman smiled, and she Standing on tiptoe lovingly, he gently pressed a kiss on Dazai's forehead.

Then the woman hurriedly took out a bunch of delicately wrapped shopping bags from the limousine beside her, and tried to hand them to Dazai, but was refused.

Although she was rejected, she didn't seem to care, and delicately and slowly smoothed the wrinkles on Dazai's collar.

The relationship is very good, Yuzuki Yuhito thought to himself, this is probably Dazai's girlfriend, every movement of this woman can see how much she cherishes her lover and takes care of her in every possible way.

But who would have thought that such a perfect lover would do such a horrible thing to Dazai?

……

While the two young conjurers were filled with righteous indignation for Dazai, the serious protagonist lowered his head and his expression was hidden in the darkness. The arc dissipated, and a subtle sense of incompatibility with the world was highlighted exceptionally strongly.

In fact, he is really out of tune with this world.

As early as a month ago, he was the youngest cadre of the port mafia. After clearing a group of enemies for Mori Ogai at night, on his way home, he saw a river that was very suitable for jumping.

He is also very heartbeat.

As a result, when he was coughed by the water and had to surface, he found that the surrounding environment changed in an instant.

The five iconic buildings of the Port Mafia disappeared, and the bustling Yokohama turned into a peaceful and barren countryside. The green fields and farming households seemed to laugh at his stupidity when he was shocked, and after he was hit by the extreme unbelievable , and in the misty mist in the distance, I caught a glimpse of the phantom of Yokohama.

After some investigation, he was sure that this was another world.

And this world is merging with his original world. In time, he may be able to take the Shinkansen back to Yokohama. [Disqualification in the World] itself is a very special ability. When the world collides, it is not surprising that he is affected.

If an ordinary person encountered such a frightening situation, he would probably have panicked to the point of crying, but Dazai just felt bored, he didn't even bother to think, and returned to the river that entered the water without hesitation, closing his eyes , leap forward.

... In such a decayed world, would he have to experience another one?

[boring]

[It is meaningless for people to live. ]

He is very clear about his purpose, and he also knows that this time may be the end. He has no idea that he will be salvaged and rescued. Naturally, there will be no fishing boats in such a barren place. The desire for death finally overwhelmed the desire for survival. expectations.

And he didn't die.

It can even be said that he survived in a way that was almost child's play. He was stuck by the farmland ridge at the fork of the river, and was washed into the wild.

Dazai: ...

He carefully indexed in the complete collection, picked out several rather beloved methods, tried them one by one, without exception, all ended in failure.

It's all a coincidence.

Before swallowing the poison, there will be a football hitting his hand, the wrist knife will split, the rope will break when he hangs himself, and he will be stuck on the balcony of the neighbor's house when he jumps off the building. Zhong's will is not to let him die, but not to allow him to die no matter what.

【—Suicide is absolutely prohibited. 】

It's ridiculous, it's too ridiculous, but it's funny. In order to verify the correctness of the law, Dazai locked himself in a big house and tried many times, but after three days, an extreme A premonition of danger hit him like a needle prick!

【you will die! 】

【You are going to die soon! 】

For no reason or warning, Osamu Dazai inexplicably received such a clear premonition, and then suddenly lost strength all over his body, and fell to the courtyard with a bang, his knees were worn out, and his elbows were bleeding. This was the first time he accurately Heard the bells of death.

—Death beyond reason and inexplicable.

Osamu Dazai would die silently in such a place, rotting into a disgusting pile of rotten flesh.

It was rare for him to feel some faint resentment.

——Footsteps gradually came from the door, getting closer.

In his blurred vision, he faintly caught a glimpse of a bunch of skirts, like a blooming holy lily, approaching him anxiously.

"Are you OK?"

"Is anyone here? Someone fainted here!"

A delicate white hand tried to lift him up and let him lean on his body. Dazai raised his face reluctantly, and his eyes met. He clearly saw the surprise in the girl's clear eyes.

She loves him.

There is no need for deep love, just being obsessed with appearance is enough, similar to pity for kittens and puppies.

The lost strength recovered miraculously, he barely supported his body, and smiled at the girl: "My name is Dazai, Dazai Osamu."

【——You need to live on love. 】

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[Curse One: Absolutely Prohibit Suicide]

[The second curse: You need to survive by love. 】

[The third curse: You can be hurt or killed. 】