I am a writer in the world of sorcery

The puppet cat——no, Xia Youjie's ears moved. He lay on the tatami, leaning against the stove, and turned his fluffy head.

It was an out-and-out surprise for him to regain his freedom. He could face death calmly, but after death, the corpse and memory were used by others, and the soul was trapped in the body. Even Xia Youjie would occasionally complain about Gojo Satoru Why didn't he set him on fire.

Dazai Osamu's technique is not so much to invalidate the spell, but rather to eliminate all abnormal things. He felt it clearly that day, and the soul was almost destroyed directly by the Dazai Osamu. It's not like killing a killer on the spot.

The current situation is not a predicament for him. As a pet cat of a college student, he can get a lot of information, but the chicken feathers in his lifetime have exhausted him physically and mentally. No one can tell whether the reincarnation is a relief or a new beginning. ——

Anyway, definitely not a fluffy chubby stupid cat.

But no matter how many plans he has, the most urgent thing in front of him is to fill his stomach. Since Osamu Dazai went out in the morning, he has not been able to eat a bite, and even to drink water, he has to open the faucet with his cat's claws. Drenched head and face.

... The leader of Xiayou didn't want to recall how he was trapped by the instinct of the puppet cat, and fell off the cooking table with a "meow".

"Meow?" The puppet cat let out a few weak voices, and continued to smash the canned crab meat on the table with its claws.

"boom!"

The wooden door made the loudest sound since Osamu Dazai came in.

The puppet cat trembled in shock.

This kid seems to be in a bad mood?

Osamu Dazai pulled the door expressionlessly, and with a slight twist of his fingers on the wooden door, the locks intersected firmly, locking the wooden door tightly.

The puppet cat tentatively jumped onto the tea table, keeping a close distance from each other.

As if by magic, Osamu Dazai pulled out a few hard gold threads from the lace of the black coat, took out a chip the size of a thumb from nowhere, and connected the two together.

Xia Youjie: ...

This kid is usually weird, and the cat's routine keeps him awake at night, so he clearly saw Osamu Dazai sitting in front of the carved wooden window, with his head lowered and eyes open, sitting motionless for a whole day Night.

[Like a beautiful but lifeless doll. ]

Osamu Dazai fiddled with it twice, stood up, held the flashing red chip from time to time, and walked around the room several times meticulously, stopping from time to time to check the walls. He opened the cabinets and drawers one by one. Beautifully shaped fingers carefully swipe through the cracks where things are easy to hide.

Xia Youjie unconsciously felt a little curious.

"Moshimoxi... Nanami? It's me." Osamu Dazai suddenly heard a short beep in his coat pocket. He lowered his eyes and took out an old-fashioned black flip phone.

[Osamu Dazai's weirdness and incompatibility are always revealed in various aspects. ]

Xia Youjie remembered that Mimiko and Nanako dragged him to ask for the latest smart product last year, and based on his brief contact with Osamu Dazai, it was basically certain that this old mobile phone was the only one owned by Osamu Dazai that could be called modern. device of.

"It's very pleasant, after all, it's the first day." Dazai said.

He probably came from a well-behaved Chinese family, Xia Youjie thought, the information revealed in the communication between Osamu Dazai and Jianren Qihai made him move a little closer. Respond with few words.

In the end, he shook his body nonchalantly, pretending that he happened to pass by Osamu Dazai.

"Pan Xingjiao? Yes, do you remember those two girls I mentioned before?"

Xia Youjie paused for a moment, and quickly recalled the possible intersection between Qihai Jianren and Panxing Sect—impossible, Qihai Jianren had completely withdrawn from the magic world until a few months ago. After graduation, he Maybe even Gojo Satoru hasn't contacted him a few times.

It stands to reason that the old-fashioned mobile phone has some sound leakage problems. He pricked up his ears and jumped onto the wooden cabinet next to Osamu Dazai. The boy's voice had a unique lightness.

"Yeah." Dazai said casually, "I remember their names are Mimiko and Nanako."

Xia Youjie's eyes turned colder in an instant, the faces of the two girls quickly flashed in his mind, and then he slowly raised his head.

Four eyes facing each other.

Xia Youjie's pupils contracted, and he turned his eyes to the side, and found that the screen of the mobile phone that Dazai was holding casually was completely dark, and it hadn't been turned on from the beginning to the end. Seeing this, Dazai bent his eyes, half smiling.

"—Is that right? Mr. Xia You."

**

Osamu Dazai pinched the nape of the puppet cat almost roughly, threw him into the room, and locked the door behind his back.

There was still a smile on his face, but the iris-colored eyes were full of desolation and chaos, and no light could penetrate the pupils. Then, he slowly pulled up his sleeves.

Xia Youjie is familiar with death, but Dazai still brings a feeling of almost terrible oppression. His nerves are tense, and because he can't control this body well, all his inner thoughts are expressed through body reactions. In his field of vision, the overwhelming maliciousness turned into a dark and thick mist, spreading from Dazai's body.

"I'm not in a good mood right now." Dazai said softly, "Please start from Panxingjiao—no, when you entered the Conjuration College, the bread in the cafeteria, the tasks that Gojo Satoru did, Panxing The teaching staff and financial reports... tell me everything."

Xia Youjie was silent for a while, then opened his mouth and meowed.

[What did Gojo Satoru do again! ]

Dazai smiled.

"Ah, I'm so sorry, this body is very inconvenient."

He held his forehead, troubled: "I didn't expect Nanami to give me a cat. I thought before that if I was still alive, I would go to the black market to buy a cursed skeleton as Mr. Xia You's body." .”

"But since that's the case." Dazai said with a smile: "It doesn't matter if you tap the keyboard with your claws, hold the brush with your teeth to draw, or you conjurers use some annoying spells, there will always be Appropriate way."

"I don't have much patience." Osamu Dazai said coldly, "Your cruelty is even more incomparable to Gojo Satoru. Speaking of which, your two adopted daughters are still by Masuo's side, ready to rescue you."

"I happen to have another Su Nuo finger here. Tell me, if I give it to Mimiko, will she use this finger to make a deal with Su Nuo?"

Xia Youjie was silent for a while, lowered his head, and scratched his paws hard on the floor.

[Curse me. 】

[Yi Bone worries too much. 】

"Another way." Osamu Dazai raised his eyes wearily, and said in a mean tone, "There is nothing I hate more than a curse spirit. If I was stuck on my body by that kind of chewed dregs, I would rather die in extreme pain." die."

Xia Youjie swiped slowly again: 【No. 】

"Yi Guyou cursed Qiben Lixiang too much, causing her soul to become a super curse spirit and possess her body. Mr. Xia You, my disqualification in the world can nullify all spell power." Dazai's eyes were cold: "Besides that , Kimoto Rika still has the ability to act independently."

He raised his voice in distress: "Ah, I will be very unhappy if my subordinates cannot fully implement my will."

Xia Youjie: [...I will now bind you. 】

Osamu Dazai looked at him indifferently for a while, and suddenly smiled lightly: "Okay."

Xia Youjie suddenly had an inexplicable thought, as if his reaction had been thoroughly understood by the immature young man in front of him. From the moment he closed the door, he had become a marionette.

He then burst out laughing.

Death is like a lamp going out, and all falsehoods are dreams and bubbles. Ignorance is hard to get over, and you can't get rid of it by yourself.

**

Osamu Dazai's room was very empty, and he piled all the presents to the corner, leaving only one tatami mat. Originally, there was only his own room, but now there was another figure. I was still a little dazed at first, but then I moved my arms in surprise.

Xia Youjie sat on the tatami without saying a word: "Little devil, how did I offend you?"

Dazai smiled at him pretendingly: "It's too rude, Mr. Xia You."

The man sighs.

He can now be sure that the kid was absolutely out of control before, like a spring that has been suppressed to the extreme, rebounding after bottoming out, and unfortunately he became the target of Osamu Dazai's anger.

The curse Dazai gave him was simple.

—alive.

As a user of the magic spell, Xia Youjie is very clear about the reason for the formation of the magic spell, and the essence of the curse is the negative emotions produced by human beings who resist a certain reality too much.

And Dazai Osamu's tiredness of still living in this world can directly curse his soul into a super-level grievance spirit.

He believed from the bottom of his heart that nothing is more painful than being alive, and opening his eyes every day is the most terrifying torture, so when he cursed Xia Youjie, he viciously and joyfully sent his own curse to the dead.

Live well.

Xia Youjie looked at his future boss, and he couldn't help feeling a little pity in his heart. Before, he felt that he was living in an endless purgatory, but now, he actually met someone who lived a hundred times more miserable life than him.

Wandering around the world aimlessly and aimlessly, and because he doesn't know who put the strong restraint on him, he can't die no matter what—he tried it just now, and the restraint on Dazai Osamu is not at the same level as his strength.

Xia Youjie paused for a moment, unexpectedly softening his heart.

If there is anyone who can completely free this brat...

"Master Dazai." Xia Youjie put his hands into the monk's robe, and smiled. Although he used the honorific title, it sounded inexplicably not serious: "I want to ask, what will my inheritance be used for?"

"Keep a dog."

"...Dogs?"

"Yeah, stupid dog with white fur. Pull out claws, knock out teeth, put collars on, and put them in cages."

Osamu Dazai finally returned to his original lively appearance, he half-closed his eyes, frowned, without concealing the irritability in his tone, while rubbing his hair: "Ah, why should I endure this kind of thing... Obviously I hate dogs the most, it sucks, wow, what a shame."

His words changed suddenly.

"—What the hell is Six Eyes?"