I am a writer in the world of sorcery

Xia Youjie held the oiled paper umbrella and closed his eyes.

The physical fitness of conjurers has always been far superior to ordinary people. Leaving aside monsters like Fuhesher, at least ordinary conjurers will not have any problems breaking through a concrete and steel bar. Facing Osamu Dazai, he thought troubledly. Think about it—what went through to make people look like this?

After much deliberation, I did not find a control group.

He also couldn't understand what the man was saying, so he calmed down for a while and said, "Go back to the hotel first."

This is the first time he saw Osamu Dazai in such a mess. Osamu Dazai was already thin and flimsy, but now he was drenched, and his clothes were no longer hanging on him, and his whole body suddenly became a small ball , he bent his knee weakly, covered his stomach with one hand, and coughed twice from time to time, looking like he might lose consciousness at any time.

But his eyes burst out with unprecedented vitality. In this kind of night, they seemed brighter and brighter. He looked at the dark starry sky in the distance. The dark clouds covered the stars, but he acted as if he had seen the shining stars. .

[Is there a better moment in the world than knowing when you're going to die? ]

Except for Osamu Dazai, it is estimated that everyone will regard predicting their own death as a punishment from heaven.

Life is counting down, and all the efforts to do have become regrets-but for Osamu Dazai, he only feels the joy that can liberate his soul.

The aimless marathon suddenly came to an end, and the endless desert finally had an exit. His days of hopeless suffering in this world finally came to an end.

At this moment, he was truly envious of his future self.

[Being able to jump off the mafia building, before dying, there is still the motivation to live in this world, and there are still people who want to meet, ah, yes, before the final moment comes, I can also make a hard tofu and send it to someone unknown. ]

[…I really can't think of a better future than this. ]

Dazai couldn't help laughing.

"Get up." Xia Youjie said, "Can I still go?"

Dazai spread his hands reluctantly, his eyes were bent, his voice was soft and joyful, and because of the loss of temperature, he was trembling and fuzzy uncontrollably: "Oh, it's not possible at all, I have completely lost my strength."

Xia Youjie suddenly said, "Stop laughing."

After finishing this sentence, he has nothing to say. He has seen countless abnormal things in his life, and he has also seen people go crazy because of extreme emotions, but Dazai is undoubtedly the person who can maintain reason even when he is most excited and happy. Although he Knowing that the person in front of him doesn't need any pity, but at this moment, from the perspective of the elderly, he can't help but have an idea.

[...It's so pathetic. ]

Xia Youjie has always known that he likes to save the poor, which is why he chose to save Mimiko Nanako, but Dazai Osamu is a person who is destined to drown, and he will only feel beautiful when he sees the sea. He sank unconsciously, and no one but himself noticed that he was drowning.

Xia Youjie stared at him for a while, then said lightly, "Can you get rid of my curse?"

"Can not do it now."

"Then there's no other way. Wu is still in the hotel, so I can't use Shikigami to take you back." Xia Youjie paused, and hugged Osamu Dazai effortlessly, as if lifting a thin body s cat.

Dazai smiled slowly.

The faint scent of sandalwood soaked the rainwater bit by bit along the sleeves of the cassock.

The wide monk's robe covered most of the people in his arms, and the man held up the oil-paper umbrella made of bamboo bones, his voice became colder and colder.

"Be honest, don't let the disqualification of the world touch me." He said, the ends of his hair hanging down the back were a little wet because of his actions: "Otherwise you will crawl back today."

……

In fact, there is no need for Xia Youjie to warn, Dazai does not have the strength to torment people now, he was just pushed into the sea water by Wujo Goka not long ago, and every time he was about to die, he was roughly rescued, and then forced A head full of useless information is filled with endless space.

Then he was thrown onto the cliff by another person. If it weren't for the restraints on his body, these encounters alone would have been enough for him to wander around in Huangquan three or four times.

Gojo Satoru didn't show mercy at all, he opened up the field with the aim of burning Dazai Osamu's head.

- It's better to be stupid.

Osamu Dazai was trembling lightly and slowly all the time, and the sound of coughing was firmly suppressed in his throat. Only when he couldn't bear it, he let out a few or two sounds. When Xia Youjie pushed open the wooden window of the hotel, he opened the door again Turned on the light, only to find that the man's face was as pale as white paper.

He didn't say anything, just put Osamu Dazai on the tatami, and went to the window to get a dry quilt.

Osamu Dazai took it silently, put it on his body, and tremblingly removed the bandage on his body. His fingers were not as sensitive as before due to frostbite. Ask for help, hunched over, and tried again and again.

The other hand held his wrist, paused for a moment, then eased the strength, then moved it aside.

Xia Youjie removed the bandage on his body very lightly, like a feather brushing against the skin, and his slender fingers only stayed on the bandage, not touching the skin at all, the wrist, forearm, neck... the skin under the bandage was not complete , and some scars look like they have aged.

The man lowered his eyes and kept his hands steady. After removing all the bandages, he threw the lump of naked fabric into the trash can.

"You just said that you know your ending, what do you mean?"

"It's the time of death, it's the time of death." Dazai Osamu's expression was a kind of calm excitement, and at this moment he answered all questions: "Mr. Xia You, I will die soon."

"When?"

"I don't know." With a smile on the corner of Dazai Osamu's mouth, his voice rose: "It won't be too long after all."

He thought for a while and gave a more definite answer. "Four and a half years... no, for me, it might be five years, and certainly not more than six years."

"Then you only have six more years to live." Xia Youjie said calmly.

"That's right." Dazai let out a long breath with a voice almost sighing: "There are still six years."

He was full of interest when he talked about his own death, and anyone who is in front of him at this moment can know his expectation for that day, so his vitality at this moment suddenly became water without source, fire without wood, just waiting for time to pass He burns out with a bang.

"I was 26 years old when I died." Xia Youjie said suddenly: "In the eyes of others, it can still be called the age of untimely death, but I'm afraid you can't even be considered an untimely death age."

"Obviously I have made enough preparations, and I can even say that I took the initiative to seek death, but I still regret it before I die."

"Blood leaving the body will be accompanied by severe pain, every nerve is twitching, vision is dimming bit by bit, and I can't breathe gradually. For a moment, I thought, if I didn't kill those people and my parents, what would happen now? What kind of scene will it be, in the end, I feel that living is better than dying.”

After speaking, the man stood up, went to fetch the copper hand stove that was roasting on the tea stove, wrapped it in a wrapping cloth, squatted halfway in front of Dazai, and placed the small hand stove in the boy's groin.

Dazai stared at Xia Youjie's back, and let loose the ends of his hair.

"——What good is it to you that I am alive?" He looked at the other party with probing eyes: "Except that it is true that it hurts, you have no other truth, ah, is this the so-called white lie? "

He recollected it with great interest: "So that's the feeling."

Xia Youjie tightened the quilt again without saying a word.

Dazai made no secret of his curiosity, his voice was trembling, but he was still able to express himself: "Oh, in the past, many people advised me not to be so depressed, to take school exams, not to drink - especially not to drink sake, There was also a kind lady who thought I was homeless and gave me some daily necessities."

"But they all truly believe that living is better than dying, but you obviously want to die immediately, but you want to persuade me to live well?" He thought about it and made a definition, and his vocal cords made a vague sound: " You really like this world."

[Even if you already know that no good things will happen in this world, you still have some hope that good things will happen, it is too contradictory and too painful. ]

He glanced at Xia Youjie in horror.

[Wow - I definitely don't want to be like him, in this way, he is living the life of a clean freak living in a garbage dump. ]

After Xia Youjie listened quietly, he twitched the corners of his mouth, and a slight smile appeared on his face.

His voice is full of half-truths and half-false meanings: "Master Dazai, a person with malicious intentions will feel that others are also full of malicious intentions. Maybe I just want to make you feel better?"

Xia Youjie touched the side of Dazai Zhi's neck through the cassock. The artery there was beating weakly. His fingers stopped at the main artery and stroked it twice, as if he was thinking about how to pierce the artery. After a few seconds, he withdrew his hand, and a smile appeared on the corners of his brows and eyes.

"Ah, you have a fever."

As he spoke, he took out a pipe that pinched gold and dug clouds from the drawer: "There is iced Coke in the freezer, and the ice cubes have been used up. Go get it to cool down first."

"The conjurer's physical fitness has always been very good, and he only has a fever and a cold." He looked at the dense and dark night outside: "There is no antipyretic medicine now, it's too late, I won't bother the boss to buy medicine, you insist one time."

The man raised the corners of his lips playfully, and raised his eyebrows lazily and calmly.

"—it will be daylight soon."