I am a writer in the world of sorcery

"Teacher Wutiao—"

The speed of their fall was too fast, and the time was only enough for Dazai to barely call out the name of the man in front of him. In the next second, the icy sea water covered his head.

In the pitch black night, in the deep blue sea, he opened his eyes wide, and his eyes were full of snow white, snow white hair, snow white eyelashes, and snow white skin. The air was briefly injected into the water because of the actions of the two of them, and the white and fine bubbles were whipped out.

Osamu Dazai struggled instinctively, but felt the arms around his waist tightened more and more.

A sense of suffocation.

Gojo Satoru's skin is always abnormally white, bloodless, pale as if transparent, his appearance is also extremely beautiful, radiant, and the white hair is softly spread out in the water, looking through the sea, it looks like a person in the deep sea. non-human things.

The two fell straight down to the depths, and the sea surface was faintly illuminated, illusory and indistinct, and could not be seen clearly. At this moment, Osamu Dazai's brain was blank, and the air in his lungs was squeezed out bit by bit.

He unconsciously reached out to reach for the light above his head, but grabbed something else indiscriminately, his knuckles were pinched on Gojo Satoru's collarbone, and his fingers were firmly grasping the small jewelry.

Inferior leather fabric, a little prickly, and there seems to be something engraved on the inner ring.

[だ, ざ, い, お]

As soon as he distinguished the first few syllables, his hand was grabbed by a slender and powerful hand with well-defined joints, and it was pulled back abruptly.

Dazai could only cast his eyes on the man's face again, and his eyes gradually moved up.

—He immediately sank into another sea of ​​sleeping stars.

The stars faded, the sun and the moon dimmed, and all his attention was taken away for a moment. He opened his mouth, and just about to speak, the salty seawater immediately poured into his mouth, followed his esophagus into his body, and his nasal cavity and ear canals also overflowed. When he entered the sea water, his whole body trembled for a moment, and his whole body trembled slightly.

Seeing the helpless convulsions of the young man before he died, some grand smiles leaked out of the blue sea little by little, and a storm was faintly brewing in the depths.

can not breath.

Can't escape.

Gojo Gojo lazily circled Osamu Dazai, slightly hooked his lower lip, and entered the water together, but he showed no sign of drowning at all—nor did he have any mercy, and he was about to watch Osamu Dazai drown alive in this place deep sea.

He waited until the iris-colored pupils began to slacken and lose their gleam, the blood on his lips faded, and the strength of his fingers that held him tightly gradually lost. Then he changed his posture, freed one hand, and used his fingers to forcefully peel the Dazai Osamu's eyelids, like peeling a lychee shell, looked at it with novelty and pleasure.

……

Heart-piercing pain.

"...cough, cough, ha, cough..."

Dazai knelt on Gojo Satoru's legs, his chest was pressed by Gojo Satoru with the most standard first aid method, so as to help him spit out the seawater he had coughed up earlier.

The cough was not loud, but there was an illusion that the trachea was about to rupture for no reason. Dazai Osamu's voice was much hoarse than usual. , that action actually has a bit of pity.

The most painful stage for a drowning person is not in the water, nor the moment of entering the water, but when he is rescued and regains his life.

——The liquid in the lungs left the body with the airflow, and was squeezed out by the air forcefully. Gojo Satoru maintained the same posture from the beginning to the end, relaxed and lazy, and never let go of his hands even if his clothes were dirty.

Gojo Satoru is much taller than Dazai. He is really tall, and he is different from Dazai's light, unhealthy thinness. When his body is relaxed, he is like a hard wall. The only one who can be touched, the only one who is practical, is him.

They were still floating in the sea, not heading for the shore at all. In this way, the boy was completely curled up in his arms. The man seemed to have extraordinary patience at this moment, waiting until Osamu Dazai's breathing was no longer so fast, and finally stopped. No matter how dying he looked, he brushed aside the young man's hair on his forehead with one hand, and asked softly.

"What are you doing here?"

Everything is quiet, there is no wind or waves, the stars are falling down very softly, the temperature of the sea water is extremely low, so low that Osamu Dazai showed signs of hypothermia in just a few minutes, his eyes were drooping, his body was trembling, and his voice was trembling. Terribly.

He swallowed hard, and mobilized his hoarse vocal cords again: "The stars are very bright tonight, ahem, I want to come out and see—"

"boom!"

A bullet suddenly passed through the head of the white-haired man, and the blue pupils of the blue eyes shrank suddenly. The man's fingers lost all strength and slid down softly. Float up.

Blood splattered.

Dazai Osamu did not know when there was an extra black gun in his hand. His finger was still on the trigger. gloomy.

"—I want to see you die." He said coldly.

In the next second, his throat was suddenly strangled by a hand, and that hand, with an irresistible force, forced him into the water head-on, with the familiar and intense suffocation feeling again, Gojo Satoru across the water, Watching him bobbing and sinking under the water with leisure, and even being in the mood for a few seconds.

The man chuckled: "I remember you said that it only takes two minutes to completely drown, so I'll make a compromise, one and a half minutes... well, okay."

Osamu Dazai was lifted out of the water again, like a skinny cat without weight.

Press again.

Carry again.

Press again.

Carry again.

After going back and forth several times, Dazai finally exhausted all his energy, his hands and feet drooped limply, his face was pale, and he coughed softly from time to time, while the man who embraced him, like a dragon wrapping its tail around its most precious treasure, moved a little bit. They couldn't bear to let go of the strength in their hands.

"Zhi is in pain right now?" Seeing his appearance, Gojo Satoru slowly laughed: "Since you want to die, how can there be a way to die without pain?"

He held Dazai's hand again, put the gun back into his hand, put on a nondescript posture holding the gun, pointed the muzzle at his head, with an innocent and naive expression: "I almost don't remember what it feels like to be injured." It’s been—I haven’t seen your disqualification in the world for so long, I almost forgot that there is still a weakness in the no-lower limit spell.”

boom!

He held Dazai Osamu's finger and pulled the trigger.

bang bang-

Another few bullets into the brain.

Dazai Osamu's face was pale, his pupils were constricted to the size of a pinprick, and the white-haired man leaned back in a posture that was about to break him. A few seconds later, he straightened his body again, and the blood hole between his eyebrows had disappeared without a trace, except for the stained Bloody white hair, no trace of injury.

Gojo Satoru shrugged and laughed loudly: "Ah, it's useless."

This scene is simply a scene that only appears in nightmares.

"The starlight tonight is really beautiful." He tilted his head lazily, and changed the subject: "You said before that you came here to see the stars? But we are not very lucky, and now there is a dark cloud over our heads."

Osamu Dazai lowered his eyes and his brain was running at high speed, trying to get out of this predicament.

"——The field expands."

Gojo Satoru casually folded his fingers: "Boundless space——"

Time was suddenly pressed the stop button.

The sharp and ethereal long sound, the earth’s crust shattered, the universe collapsed, planets rolled around like glass marbles, overwhelming silver, frenzied white, and finally all returned to chaos, black holes slowly circling and absorbing everything , Dazai froze completely, his eyes trembled violently, and his brain throbbed with pain.

For a time, information about everything in the sky and the world was poured into his mind.

[Anything can be seen, everything can be felt, and all kinds of information are endless. ]

[Can't move. ]

"Hey——" Gojo Satoru exclaimed meaninglessly: "You can cry, you obviously didn't cry when I stretched your head away before, did you cry when your head was stretched?"

"It's so pitiful, Zhi." Wujo Wu licked the juicy lychee: "Is it so uncomfortable to look at the stars?"

He stuck up like a clingy cat again, rubbing his pointed chin on the top of Dazai Osamu's soft hair, and said in a negotiating tone, "Can you die in a different way next time?"

[Don't die please. ]

"You will become ugly after jumping off." He remembered the sunset that day, his blue eyes were empty: "So don't write that kind of ending to me again."

When he was talking, Osamu Dazai was hugged so tightly by the other party that he could hardly breathe, so he didn't notice the dazed look on the man's face, like an abandoned cat.

**

Hot spring hotel.

The task that Dazai Osamu gave Xia Youjie was very simple. Once Wujo Wu left the room, he would immediately contact him with mantras, but Xia Youjie was completely unmotivated. recording and broadcasting.

His confidence lies in his understanding of Gojo Satoru.

Under such circumstances, Gojo Satoru would never choose to disturb his students. His sense of propriety has always been reflected in the details—with six eyes that see through everything, he can naturally see the students' emotions clearly. If the other party wants to be alone, he Naturally choose to respect.

The hands of the clock on the wall gradually turned around, and Xia Youjie vaguely felt that something was wrong. It stands to reason that Dazai should have returned by this time. He waited for a few more minutes, walked over, and patted him with his paw. The floor in front of Gojo Satoru signaled him to leave.

Gojo Satoru stared at the TV without raising his head: "Goodbye."

Xia Youjie returned to Dazaizhi's room and waited for another half an hour. At the end, he stood up helplessly, sighed, showed his figure, leaned on the window with his hands, looked around, and Go to the cliff.

[It's raining heavily. ]

"Dazai?"

Xia Youjie approached only to find that Dazai Zhizhi was soaked all over. He was sitting on the edge of an empty cliff, his hair messily stuck to his face, and the bandage covering his eyes had unknowingly fallen apart.

He lowered his head, unable to see his expression clearly, but his body continued to tremble weakly.

"What's wrong with you?" Xia Youjie asked in surprise, "You look terrible now..."

"Xia Youjie."

Dazai interrupted him abruptly, and slowly raised his head: "On the contrary."

Xia Youjie choked for breath.

The young man in front of him had smiles on his brows and corners of his eyes, and he was extremely happy. His iris-colored eyes, which were always silent, were shining brightly. It seemed that there was finally something called hope and anticipation.

Dazai pulled a sincere smile: "Just now, I know my ending."

[It turns out that Osamu Dazai who I deeply envy——]

[It's me. ]