I am a writer in the world of sorcery

"You really like Nanami."

On the way to the shopping mall, Gojo Gojo put his pocket in his hand and bent his eyes: "It's rare for you to show a liking for something."

Dazai gave a perfunctory hum, and licked Xia Youjie's cat's head.

The puppet cat lazily scratched his cuff twice with its paw in protest.

These days, he gradually understood why Jianren Nanami had such a high degree of favorability in Osamu Dazai's eyes. In the final analysis, it was because Osamu Dazai himself was completely contradictory, twisted like a twisted towel.

He wanted to die, but he held the slightest hope for this world, as if he was looking forward to finding something before the countdown came, but he lived too transparently, and the righteousness that could fool ordinary people was in him The eyes are worse than the roadside stones.

Xia Youjie sighed secretly.

[The meaning of existence...]

So for Osamu Dazai, on the one hand, he doesn’t like things that are too pure. In his eyes, pure good and evil, black and white, are as fragile as the wings of a butterfly——he likes solid and eternal existence in another sense, just like Nanami Jianren fully meets this standard.

He is a junior who sticks to his own nature very clearly, has a clear heart, has seen the darkest corners, can accept the darkness, knows that he is weak, but can stand firmly on the black and white line he drew himself. On the boundary, with extreme tenderness and sympathy for the weak.

And Qihai's ideal of building people is far from what Xia Youjie's desperate and fragile righteousness can compare with.

It is a smaller, but more radiant star.

Xia Youjie glanced at Osamu Dazai subtly. I don’t know if he has realized that Dazai is actually easily attracted by some tenable [absolutes], such as Fu Heihui’s theory of salvation after thinking. , so this kid's attitude towards Fu Heihui is pretty good...

He glanced at Gojo Satoru again, yawned, and his eyes flashed with interest.

[Satoru's strength is also an absolute, Dazai-sama. ]

Gojo Satoru actually didn't think too much about it. Ever since he met Osamu Dazai, he has been dressed in the same clothes for thousands of years. Since he buys things, he buys more. Teenagers wear suits every day and are more office workers than Jianren Nanami. He randomly found two shirt shops and asked the clerk to measure the kid's body data, while he used his six eyes to see which dessert shop was more delicious.

"You are here." Gojo Satoru said, "I just turned around and you disappeared, did you get lost?"

Osamu Dazai sat in the game hall calmly, while pressing the handle button, he answered distractedly, and there was no mistake in the operation: "Mr. Wujo, people of my age don't like to be followed."

"If Mr. Wutiao didn't cling to me every day, I would like you a little more." He said lightly.

That's not wrong, Gojo Satoru smiled slightly.

It's not because of those rotten oranges' orders that he insisted on keeping Dazai under his nose, it's just that in his eyes Dazai is a little brat who could make a mistake at any time. No matter what, who knows, he will fall into the mud one day and can't climb out again. It's good to turn against the curser.

He really didn't want to see anyone broken again.

"No way." Wujou shrugged, and said lazily: "It's the rule, do you have to eat soufflé?"

"...Excuse me, are you Mr. Ginkichi Kosuge?"

An apprehensive voice appeared at the side, Osamu Dazai turned his face in surprise, and found that it was a boy about the same age as a slug.

The hair and eyes are light and warm brown, white shirt, jeans, and a pair of canvas shoes that have been worn for a long time. The shoes are covered with fallen leaves, which are unique plants in Kyushu. Judging from the degree of wear and tear, he has a lot of exercise in a day big.

The young man looked obviously flustered, and his voice could not hide the tension. From time to time, he glanced anxiously to the side. He thought he was hiding it well, but it was completely exposed in front of the other two.

Dazai looked in that direction imperceptibly.

In the crowd, several terrifying curse spirits huddled together.

[He can see too. ]

Gojo Satoru naturally noticed this too, he let out a "huh" and moved the fingers of his right hand. The behavior of this strange young man was not like a conjurer at all. Children with conjuration powers can usually gradually develop between the ages of three and seven. Seeing the curse spirit, no matter how timid a person is, he should be numb when he is a teenager, but this person looks like he is seeing these things for the first time.

"It's me." Osamu Dazai said succinctly.

He didn't say a few more specious words like usual. In the past, he had roughly guessed the stranger at the first meeting, but now the person in front of him is definitely an existence that he will never have an intersection with in his life. .

There is a distance between them wider than the world gap, and they are not his fans...

"That's great." The boy suddenly breathed a sigh of relief: "Mr. Xiaosuke, my name is Natsume Takashi, and I take the liberty to bother you."

Natsume Takashi is an ordinary high school student. The only special thing is that he can see monsters. He lives in Yahara, far away from Tokyo. Some monsters who knew his grandmother came to ask for a name.

But this time it was a god who came to the door.

Not a great god like Inari God, [Ruu] but a weak god who is about to disappear, with yellow-green pupils, less than a foot in length, like other monsters, he took his name from the account of friends, I also heard that Natsume Takashi would grant youkai's wish, so he also made a request.

[Natsume-sama, I would like to ask Mr. Kosuge Ginkichi to write the ending for a book. ]

[please help me. ]

After hearing the ins and outs, Osamu Dazai paused for a moment, even if he felt baffled, he couldn't figure it out at all: "I'm very honored, but why me?"

The place in Yayuan is too remote, and there are not even a few places where the curse spirit can't be born. There is a little monster who wants him to... write a book?

"I don't know either." Natsume Takashi said in embarrassment: "Master Ruwu said it was the wish of one of his friends. Try your best."

Dazai Osamu's expression was much more serious. He recalled the incidents related to unnatural creatures one by one in his mind. His eyes were half downcast, and his expression seemed a little indifferent for a while. Natsume Takashi's heart hung in his throat involuntarily. Eye--

"Okay."

In the end, it was Gojo Satoru who broke the stiff atmosphere.

Gojo Satoru stretched his brows and eyes, and dragged his voice: "Nachitsujiya in Yahara, that shop's steamed buns are great, and the red bean paste is delicious—Ji, I want to go, come with me."

At the end, he propped his chin and leaned in front of Osamu Dazai, pulled down the blindfold to his neck, and said in a coquettish tone, "Are you okay?"

Gojo Satoru is of course no stranger to existences like monsters and gods. Their essence is very similar to that of mantras, except that mantras are born of negative emotions. It's strange, it's not much different from human beings, and they can think. As for the conditions for the creation of gods, there are more conditions-enough obsession can create gods.

Because the harm is far inferior to the magic spirit, the magicians are in short supply, so except for some demon masters who have nothing to do, no one is free to trouble them.

Compared with their usual task of exorcising the curse spirit, Natsume Takashi's request is a breath of fresh air. Zhi usually has enough negative emotions. Anyway, he is taking him out to play, and Yahara without the existence of the curse spirit is not bad.

Dazai raised his eyebrows.

Gojo Satoru looked at him with a smile on his face, the eyes of the sky were unbelievably beautiful, and his limbs were completely relaxed - he found that every time he showed his face, Osamu Dazai's meanness could be a little less, and his tongue wouldn't be too venomous.

Osamu Dazai withdrew his gaze, blinked lazily, and replied casually: "Since Mr. Gojo said so, let's go."

Xia Youjie: ...

With a look of hopelessness, the puppet cat leaned back on Dazai's wrist, thought for a while, and patted it with its paw soothingly.

He clearly felt that this little devil's irritability has become a little heavier. Ever since Satoru revealed the essence of restraint to Dazai, he has been in a state of nervousness. Don't look at how refreshed Dazai is now. Last night and The impatience and depression revealed between the lines when he spoke was so thick that it frightened him.

But now Wu Wu dragged him to Yayuan again... Xia Youjie turned his head away in horror.

Just refuse if you don't want to go, Gojo Satoru is not an unscrupulous teacher who insists on forcing students... Although he knows the problem, even if he puts the chicken and cat breeding guide in front of Dazai, it is still useless.

Osamu Dazai is an extremely difficult person to shake.

Osamu Dazai's real hostility towards Gojo Satoru is that he was forced to bind him with him, and his personal freedom was restricted, not Gojo Satoru's unfriendly attitude at the beginning. As a high-level mafia, he has never heard any trash talk, and he was a prisoner. Time to listen to it.

Xia Youjie only felt that the compatibility between the two people was extremely different, but if it was Mori Ogai, he would probably be taken aback for a moment and burst out laughing——

And he didn't say anything, and let Osamu Dazai toss himself until he learned a lesson in disgrace, and then slowly reminded him a few words.

……

A year ago, the Port Mafia Building, Chief Office.

"Zhijun, smart people usually have a fatal weakness. They often have extraordinary trust in their own wisdom." Mori Ogai said inexplicably, folding a piece of letter paper casually: "Even if you know it's a trap, you will Go and check around the trap yourself, and put yourself in danger."

"They were sure they would be the winner in the end."

Mori Ogai slowly put the letter into the envelope, sealed it with wax and handed it to Dazai, and when the boy reached out to hold the other end of the envelope, he said, "Now you know that this invitation letter is a conspiracy."

Facing the boy's bored eyes, the elder smiled amusedly: "As for whether to open the envelope or not, that's your choice, Dazai-kun."

In response, Osamu Dazai paused holding the envelope, and let out a soft but impatient voice from his nose. He blinked childishly, and took a handful of small, cut-off letters from the imposing desk. knife.

—lightly and without hesitation to break through the sealant.