I am a writer in the world of sorcery

Disqualification in the World is quite beautiful when used, but the depressive aura on the holder of the supernatural power overwhelms everything, and the aura around him is enough to make any enemy weak.

That is a huge pressure that is more terrifying than death.

"——You are so dereliction of duty, Chuya." The man's voice was extremely cold, and then he immediately noticed Gojo Satoru next to him, and fell silent for a while, as if he had realized something, the unique temperament of a person in a high position disappeared suddenly.

He looked around calmly and smiled: "Teacher Wutiao, long time no see."

Gojo Gojo's eyelids twitched, he was a little nervous because he was tossed by Dazai Osamu one after another, and subconsciously straightened his back: "What do you want to do?"

Osamu Dazai was wearing a decent black coat and black leather shoes, which were of high quality and much taller than the previous one. In the earliest days, Osamu Dazai's height was only at Gojo Satoru's collarbone, but the man in front of him could easily get along with him just by raising his eyes. The white-haired man's eyes were level.

He was still very thin, so thin that he could be called slender.

The man's skin was pale after not seeing the sun for a long time, it was sickly pale, half of his face was wrapped in a bandage, and his hands were in the pockets of his coat. Hearing Gojo Satoru's questioning, he opened his eyes slightly and showed a sincere smile.

This Osamu Dazai feels very mature. He may still not be as old as Gojo Satoru, but now that the two of them stand together, he seems to be the mature side.

"How could it be?" Osamu Dazai said kindly, "I never expected that I would appear here."

Gojo Satoru let out a heavy "tss", his tone was full of doubts, when had he ever been treated like this before, and now he was holding back his anger: "Really? The credibility of what you say is really low now." Woolen cloth."

The current Dazai has gone beyond Gojo Satoru's comprehension. He can see this person and hear him speak. Besides, Six Eyes can't get any more information.

A few days ago, Osamu Dazai's emotions were as clear to him as the sun in the sky, and the obviously wrong Dazai could see a part or two, but the man in front of him was completely incomprehensible, as if he was trying to grasp A handful of air, no matter what, is a futile effort.

He thought he had concealed his incompatibility well, but he didn't know that the person opposite him had already seen through him. Dazai Osamu watched Gojo Satoru for a while, and laughed briskly, laughing out of joy. After a while, he stopped Laughing, said seriously: "Really not."

"Before I came here, I was trying to make hard tofu." Osamu Dazai took out his hand from his pocket, and his slender fingers were wet, the water stains hadn't dried yet: "I won't lie about this kind of thing, something new will happen today It's a surprise, but it's not bad."

Gojo Satoru tensed his face: "What do you want to do next?"

"Don't do anything." Osamu Dazai shook his hand, seeing the indescribable expression of the white-haired man, the exposed eye showed some helplessness: "You should still have things to do, don't worry about me , I just find a place to stay for a while, and it's considered a vacation."

"I promise you I won't cause any trouble, okay?"

"No need." Gojo Satoru said, "I'm just asking, what do you want to do."

Although this is the most normal Osamu Dazai he has ever seen, he seems to deny his normality from an intuitive point of view, and this person can be said to be the one he dislikes the most among all Osamu Dazai—for no reason, maybe it is his His face was too pale, so pale that it seemed that the fire of his life was about to be extinguished.

But Gojo Satoru felt that he was delusional. After all, anyone who looked at him would think that "that Dazai" could one day become an adult of the Lipai.

"Tofu." Gojo Satoru suddenly asked, "Why do you make firm tofu?"

"It's a method of suicide." Osamu Dazai's attitude was unprecedentedly calm: "Tofu that is hard enough to be used as a weapon, I have successfully increased its hardness by another [-]%, but I don't intend to use it to commit suicide. These tofu are For eating."

"Have you ever tasted it?"

"No, but it should taste good."

He sighed and said slowly, "What a good way."

All of Wujo Satoru's words were choked in his throat immediately, and he was choked up, making him uncomfortable, as if a stone had fallen into his stomach, and then filled with butterflies.

It’s not that he has never seen Osamu Dazai yelling and preparing to commit suicide. He was very distressed at one point, how can he make his students have a little interest in this world——

But never once could bring him such a feeling.

The young man was full of vigor and thought about dying, as if he was looking forward to a great future. The man sighed and said to commit suicide, but it was like a pile of firewood that was about to burn out, and it would be broken into ashes when touched.

"You haven't answered my previous question. What do you want to do? You said you want to go on vacation, right? Where are you going?" He stubbornly wanted to find out why, and wanted to know what this man was thinking about—now whether he expected something.

Osamu Dazai sighed, and gave an answer that was completely beyond his expectations.

"I'm sleepy."

Since Osamu Dazai became the leader of Afia, in four years, the power of Afia has expanded to an unprecedented level, becoming a behemoth entrenched in Yokohama, no, in this country, and all these achievements were made by Osamu Dazai.

Although it is not likely that he has never closed his eyes after succeeding to the throne as rumored by the outside world, but his sleep time has indeed been shortened to three or four hours a day. His plan cannot be flawed, but besides him, no one else People can do his job.

The white-haired conjurer's face turned black, obviously remembering how Dazai Osamu was addicted to sensuality before, the corners of his mouth curled down a little, and he pointed downstairs displeasedly: "Are you still going to join them?"

Osamu Dazai was stunned for a moment, then smiled wryly and said, "How is it possible, as long as there is a bed anywhere."

"Forget it." He looked at the distant scenery for a while, then squinted his eyes to look at the sky: "This place is quite good."

The floor, ceiling, and walls of the afia leader's office are all black. The wall that can become a floor-to-ceiling window after being powered on has not been used since Osamu Dazai took over as the leader. Long-range sniping and shell bombing—in order to ensure the personal safety of the afia leader, The Central Plains cadres had to be brought together in the chief's office. Even so, the various assassinations that Osamu Dazai experienced continued to emerge one after another.

He didn't deal with Gojo Satoru anymore, he turned around and supported the protruding surface of the roof with his hands, flipped up lightly, folded his hands behind his head, and lay down on his back, not caring at all whether the overly expensive cloth on his body would be stained Dirty, and don't care if the cement floor is too hard.

To be honest, Osamu Dazai's mood at this moment is rare and relaxed.

His five-step plan is about to be completed, and the third stage has been going well so far. He only needs to make hard tofu and send it out, and then meet Odasaku, and he will be able to get rid of this huge lie. Freed from.

Before that, it was a surprise to be able to come to this world. There was no supernatural power, and no connection with him. The sky was bright, and even with eyes closed, I could vaguely feel the light shining down.

The man's black shaggy hair was blown by the wind, and he closed his eyes, thinking nothing for the first time in four years.

Gojo Wu heard unhurried footsteps coming from the stairs, Xia Youjie finally found an excuse to get out of the salon, he couldn't do Gojo Wu's wanton and rude behavior, so he stayed downstairs for a while, When he stepped on the last step, Osamu Dazai half-raised his body, glanced at who was coming, closed his eyes again, and lay back without emotion.

Xia Youjie looked at Gojo Satoru, seeing the inexplicably depressed mood of the white-haired man, what happened, needless to say, he guessed more than half of it, he paused, and walked near Osamu Dazai: "Mrs. Shimizu said, Nanami's The book is out."

Gojo Satoru: "So fast?"

"Ginkichi Kosuga is much more famous than you might imagine, and the paperback book doesn't have any complicated craftsmanship." Xia Youjie said: "Ladies like Mrs. Shimizu like to talk about literary works in the salon."

"The publishing house and Mrs. Shimizu have some friendship, and they sent a copy as soon as they made a sample." He raised his hand: "Here."

Gojo Satoru sighed inexplicably.

"Let me see." Osamu Dazai sat up suddenly.

Although it is a paperback book, it can be seen that the publisher has put in a lot of effort. The overall look and feel is very in line with the readers' imagination of Ginkichi Kosuge's quaintness. The cover is dark pine green, with a pink and white apricot flower printed on it. The title of the book is written in ink-colored calligraphy.

——See words like wu.

Osamu Dazai lowered his eyes and rested his fingertips on one of the apricot flowers for a while.

The painting method of that flower is different from others.

Every time Qihai Jianren sends a letter, he will send some accompanying gifts. He is usually on a business trip, and he goes to exorcise some curse spirits from time to time. Except for hospitals and schools, places where believers go to God and worship Buddha with pain are also prone to curses and spells. In order to maintain a delicate balance with Shinto, the high-level teachers never send conjurers to exorcise the curse spirits in those places.

So Jianren Nanami would help out within his ability, and in return, the shrine gave him some elegant things full of heart, and Jianren Nanami sent them to Dazai together with these objects tainted with a clean atmosphere. rule.

Spring apricot, pinellia, red maple, and some October cherry blossoms.

Every time the young man unwrapped the package, he unwrapped it carelessly, and randomly put the fallen flowers and leaves into the letter paper. It is estimated that the publishing house also twisted some dried flower petals when sorting out the letters, and printed this flower on the cover with a thought.

The sun is clear, the sky is clear, and the apricot blossoms are vivid.

Osamu Dazai stared at it for a while, closed his eyes, and slightly hooked the corners of his mouth.

"It's published," he said.

Gojo Satoru has always been sensitive, but the person in front of him is already an incomprehensible existence to him. He opened his eyes, and his heart seemed to have an emotion that he had never felt before. From time to time, I try to get in touch with the taste of all living beings in the vast world.

Xia Youjie was silent for a while, and then said: "There is another interesting thing. I was in the salon before. Out of the stereotype of writers, those wives were guessing what kind of lady Nanami was. Someone said She must be a lovely and beautiful lady, and some people swear that Nanami is a calm housekeeping lady like Yamato Nadeko."

Osamu Dazai smiled again, lowered his head and turned the pages of the book with a gentle and pleasant smile.

"...Do you want to meet Qihai?" Xia Youjie suddenly asked, "His home is not far from here."