I am a writer in the world of sorcery

The forest is a clear and ethereal green, and the sound of insects in the distance rises and falls like a tide, the branches and leaves cut the sunlight, and the striped light and shadow fall on the young man's beautiful and delicate face, the kite-colored eyes are clear and clear, and there is a faint smile——

Facing Dazai's smiling face, the blond god's lips moved, and an uncontrollable sense of sadness permeated his whole body.

[Anyone who sees this kind of ending will tremble with pain and be shrouded in fear, but why can you still laugh out loud?Mr. Dazai. ]

The god leaned down again, with his forehead resting on the back of his hand, like a silent and painful statue.

"I want to read it too." Gojo Satoru suddenly said, he maintained the posture of resting his elbows on Dazai's shoulders, but turned his head, looking at the soft temple hair by the boy's ears, while reaching out to catch it like a cat's claws. Those pages.

The white-haired conjurer said in a coquettishly intimate tone, "Zhi, let me take a look too."

In fact, most of his curiosity was satisfied when he saw those few pages. With his character, he would not have done anything more to inquire about other people's secrets, but Dazai Osamu's reaction really made him have to pay attention.

[Thick and turbid malice instantly unloads the gate and rushes out. ]

Even though Osamu Dazai's appearance is still peaceful and serene, Gojo Satoru can clearly feel that his inside is full of violent madness and almost convulsive anger. The viscous and sharp hatred is overflowing from the depths of his soul like venom. Laughter blocked his throat, and then firmly sealed it in that beautiful skin.

This was the most emotional moment since he met Osamu Dazai.

[What is written in this book...]

"No way, Mr. Wujo."

Osamu Dazai dodged it when Gojo Satoru's fingertips were about to touch the page, and held the man's wrist with the other hand without any explanation, his voice suddenly became cold: "Don't move around."

Looking at each other, Gojo Goto paused, and actually retracted his hand quite obediently.

Dazai looked at the blond god again.

"I really can't think of a more happy ending than this." He smiled sincerely, his expression was a little cold and sarcasm: "This is actually a finished book, but the author didn't write the ending It’s just, no, it’s probably because I’m too lazy to write the ending.”

He said in Dazai Osamu's soft tone: "A person who is so happy that he is shameless often has everything, so for him, the slightest flaw is completely worthless."

"Fortunately, I've always been an enthusiastic and kind person, and I'm not stingy about adding an ending for him." Osamu Dazai nodded slightly: "If you don't mind, sir, please give me the pen."

A few meters away, there was a relatively flat piece of bluestone. Dazai turned his back to everyone when he started writing. When he finished writing and turned around, the pages of the book had been folded properly: "Give it back to your friend."

"The ending has already been written."

**

Evening, hot spring hotel.

Yayuan is a town near the sea, and the hot spring hotel is located on the edge of a cliff. During the rainy season, you can see high waves hitting the rocks on the cliff through the window. Now the sun is about to fall, and the sunset is falling in large swaths To the clouds, dyed the sky full of sunset clouds.

The white-haired conjurer went to the front desk to get the bathrobes distributed to the guests, knocked on the door of Dazai's room, and put the bathrobes in the entrance. until dawn."

"I'll go first, and I'll go to the hot spring for a while."

He glanced at the bandages on Osamu Dazai's body, and immediately remembered the scars under the bandages, and said nonchalantly, "I forgot to mention, the boss said that the private soup will be open after nine o'clock."

Although Wujo Satoru has no sense of distance when getting along with people, he is actually very good at controlling his own size. The reason why he always seems to be a person is because he doesn't care what the other person thinks at all.

But as a teacher facing his own students, it was one of the few times when he was willing to be considerate of each other.

After finishing speaking, he closed the sliding door again. Xia Youjie waited for a while, revealing his figure. The man was wearing a cassock loosely, and his long black hair was scattered casually. He was still in his usual relaxed and freehand posture. He smiled, but his eyes were slightly solemn.

Osamu Dazai was fiddling with a rope circle. He had tried several completely physical cases before, but was interrupted by accident without exception. But for him, this practice itself was a way of regulating emotions.

"What are those pieces of paper?" Xia Youjie was silent for a while, then suddenly said, "What is—"

He paused for a while, then continued: "A pile of meager meat paste?"

He remembered the sentence that Osamu Dazai wrote down on the paper.

【I have to go now. 】

[Everything is designed for today, I always feel a little unbelievable, and because I have been looking forward to it for too long, it is like going home to welcome the New Year. Finally, this moment, the moment I have been looking forward to for a long time, except for the cleaner who will clean up the next day A pile of meager meat paste, everything has nothing to do with me anymore. 】

"It's literally, Mr. Xia You." There was no light in Dazai's eyes, and his voice was flat, full of creepy and abnormal texture.

[There is actually a Dazai Osamu who can die with happiness. ]

Xia Youjie was quiet for a few seconds.

He has never seen anyone who can clearly mix silt into the soul like Osamu Dazai, jealousy, hatred, irritability, distortion... All kinds of emotions are mixed into a deadpan mask, and the inhuman traits on him are clearly revealed Highlighted, at first glance, there is no joy or sorrow, neither true nor false.

The arc of Dazai Osamu's lips became more and more cold and hard.

[This world is useless, but I actually want to live in this world all my life, making all kinds of efforts until I die, even if I try to see the beautiful vision described by Mori Ogai——no. ]

[Extremely disappointed. ]

[The enemy probably thought that I would panic and be at a loss because of the restraints on my body. Indeed, the most important thing right now is that I am deprived of the right to die, but there is another me who can ascend to the supreme bliss, ah, wait until then One day, I, like him, jumped off a tall building. ]

Cold blooded animals.

Nakahara also has a deep understanding of the nature of Dazai Osamu. His blood is cold, his bones are cold, and his thoughts are even colder. Those laughter that are enough to make people drink and enjoy can't make his heart feel cold. Mood swings.

A monstrous splicing of weirdness and coldness.

Even though Osamu Dazai's current mood is so negative that he would be directly overwhelmed by another person, he still plays games with the curse on his body very clearly and even ruthlessly, planning his own death.

"I'm losing my patience, Mr. Xia You." Osamu Dazai said coldly: "You who long for death can also realize that there is no joy of being alive, no right to die, and beautiful modifiers aside, a trash dump bum Death that can be consumed is actually a luxury that you can’t afford and can’t pay on credit.”

He has always used anger as a shortcut to enjoy himself.

Although Xia Youjie usually looks gentle, and is more mature and stable than Gojo Satoru, in the final analysis, he is still the super curse master who was able to kill his parents and slaughter countless lives in his teens. The fact of forcibly restraining him had already made him intolerable. Hearing this, he nodded.

"That's right, it's so pitiful."

"——Then, Master Dazai." Hearing this, the man's eyes were slightly cold, and he smiled half-smile: "Why don't you let me go now, hell has been waiting for me for a long time, and I will definitely pray there for your wish to come true soon. "

He laughed again, and used the tone of the elders to send sincere blessings to the younger: "There is no end to fun, no end to suffering, no end to time, no end to life, and no end to body shape."

"Well, thank you."

The eyes of the two collided in the air. After a long while, Dazai Zhi bent his eyes purely and Xia Youjie casually looked away. Both of them knew it well, and they knew it better than anyone else—although they had the same purpose, they also had the same meaning. Different routes lead to the same goal.

Xia Youjie turned his face to the side, looking at the clouds in the sky outside the window.

[It's just two unlucky ghosts who also want death. ]

**

Huge waves beat against the jagged rocks, and under the dark blue sky, the cliff stretched straight out, half-bulging toward the sky.

There are countless dangers lurking for skilled fishermen at night. At this time, there is a thin figure standing on the steep cliff that no one usually approaches.

At first glance, his standing posture is relaxed and comfortable, but his inner anxiety continues to spread.

Osamu Dazai is not an expert in the study of supernatural powers, let alone confinement. He realized long ago that supernatural powers have no reason at all—it can only be used as a pure phenomenon. No one can explain why people can manipulate gravity like they can explain physical formulas.

But only for him, and the spell binding that made him unable to commit suicide...

The wrist-cutting dagger will rot, the hanging rope will break, and the water will be salvaged. The butterfly effect produced by countless coincidences prevents his death.

Dazai took a step towards the edge of the cliff.

There are no obstacles from here to the bottom of the cliff, and there is no one within a kilometer radius. He is sure that Gojo Satoru has not noticed that he has left the hotel. That is to say, he has ruled out all accidental factors right now. Take a step forward--

You can fall to pieces.

Something flickered in Osamu Dazai's eyes, like a black tide emerging from the abyss.

He took another step forward, standing precariously on a fragile rock, with his head down, the sea breeze mixed with the damp breath, the sea water rolled and rolled, like a huge mouth that was constantly opening and closing, for any person, They will subconsciously stay away from this terrifying sea.

Osamu Dazai stared at the sea without blinking, and felt that it was extremely beautiful. He was a little fascinated thinking about some bizarre things, but there was always a voice echoing in his mind.

[—Let’s jump down. ]

Brain congestion, confusion, rapid secretion of adrenaline, broken bones, ruptured internal organs, gradually dimming vision, the last sight before death should be the sky, everything is quiet, this kind of time is too suitable to die——

Dazai turned around slowly, closed his eyes, and shifted his weight back.

"Do you want to jump off?"

A soft and gentle voice appeared behind him very abruptly, his back suddenly hit something hard, his waist was firmly encircled, even Dazai Osamu couldn't help being startled, he opened his eyelids suddenly, The body suddenly lightened.

Intense, nauseating weightlessness.

**'s pale hair, faintly diffused blue eyes.

"—Then just jump down." The man said lightly.