I am a writer in the world of sorcery

The sealed room of the Wutiao family was built underground, built several generations ago, with a copper lock on the stone door. It is said to be a sealed room, but in fact it is no different from a prison. There are countless spells on the wall, and curses are drawn on yellow paper with cinnabar. , densely packed, layer upon layer.

The sealed room has always been invisible, allowing people locked inside to be driven mad by darkness and fear, but at this moment it is as bright as day, and countless bright yellow floor lamps are lit.

Against the wall, a man in a black coat was shackled to his wrists, his hands were tied behind his back, the iron chain was directly set on the ground, and he was nailed to death with spikes wrapped in talisman paper. Osamu Dazai was hanging limply. His head was closed, his eyes were closed, and he was very thin. Even though he was imprisoned with these restraints, he still had the feeling that he would disappear at any time.

Gojo Satoru pulled up the chair and sat upside down in front of him, staring at the face with unknown meaning. After a while, he suddenly stretched out his hand and hooked the bandage wrapped around Dazai Osamu's eyes. With a light pull of his finger, the cloth responded And off.

Osamu Dazai sighed, opened his eyes, and the white-haired man was reflected in the kite-colored pupils.

"What are you pulling my bandage for?"

Obviously this person was almost strangled to death, but Osamu Dazai didn't feel worried at all, his emotions were restrained, and his expression was very calm. Gojo Satoru looked at him uncertainly, as if he was looking at a deep sea in the night, Those blue eyes were full of gloom, at a certain moment he really wanted to cut Dazai Osamu's throat cleanly.

"An eyesore." He said coldly.

Osamu Dazai smiled softly, straightened his body, and moved back so that he could lean against the wall so that his arms would not be pulled. His voice was soft, full of the joy of seeing each other after a long absence, but the words he spit out were like blades Generally, it directly hits the opponent's heart.

"Teacher Wutiao, congratulations, you have come out of the prison gate."

Prison frontier.

Gojo Satoru paused.

Without hesitation, he pinched Osamu Dazai's throat, and slammed him against the wall. The flesh and blood body collided with the hard wall with a heavy sound, and the bone on the back of his head slammed into the wall. The sound was jaw-dropping. acid.

Dazai sighed uncontrollably.

"You still dare to mention the prison gate."

Gojo Satoru said softly, "How about I seal you in too?"

"Time in the prison gate is static. What method of death do you like? Falling? I heard that the internal organs and bones of people who fall will be mixed together." He said every word: "Humans don't die so fast. Throw it in with your last breath."

Gojo Satoru stared straight into Dazai Osamu's eyes: "You can stay in it for as long as you want, one year, ten years, 100 years-do you think it's good?"

Osamu Dazai's eyelashes trembled, and after a long pause, his eyeballs moved down to look at Gojo Satoru, and a smile appeared on the corner of his lips, his throat was pinched, his voice was hoarse, but it was full of smiles.

"If you continue like this, let alone save me, if you continue to toss a few times, I will really die."

The false calm on Gojo Satoru's face suddenly disappeared. He gritted his teeth and squeezed out a voice: "I didn't intend to save you."

Dazai smiled calmly.

"Then let me die quickly."

As soon as the words fell, the hand that was stuck on his neck, which was as firm as iron cuffs, trembled. He noticed the obvious change, and the smile in his eyes deepened, and he tilted his head slightly. His soft black hair Rubbed the man's fingers.

"Do you want me to teach you torture?" Osamu Dazai smiled: "First break the bones, don't give the enemy a chance to stand, then remove the jaw, so that he won't bite the poison in his teeth, and finally use the machine to force him to open his eyes , 24 hours of noise, fatigue to a certain extent, interrogation can save a lot of time."

"In the face of uncontrollable objects, it is best to kill them directly."

When he spoke, his expression was not cold, and his tone was even more ordinary, but Wujo Wu's hand trembled violently for a moment. He lowered his eyes and suddenly withdrew his arm. Once he came rushing like a huge wave, he didn't need to look at Osamu Dazai to know what this person looked like now, with a thin figure and a handsome face, there was no warmth in his eyes, or he was covered with a vague smile.

Osamu Dazai's coldness and indifference are the most he has ever seen in his life. He has a heart of stone, and that gentleness is all a fake. He is the most vicious and cruel lover. He doesn't know what this person is thinking, and what he wants. , I don't understand why this man locked himself in the chief's office for four years.

He could only see Osamu Dazai walking towards the setting sun calmly and resolutely, leaping forward and then sinking.

He suddenly realized that he really couldn't save him.

He tried to catch a suicide who was doomed to fall off a cliff. He tried every means, but there was nothing he could do. No matter whether it was Six Eyes or the strongest, he was powerless. A breath of fireworks is still short, fleeting.

Gojo Satoru pulled the blindfold up, and after a while, he pulled it off again.

Osamu Dazai sat against the wall calmly, with a smile that was not a smile. The current scene, no matter how you looked at it, was a prey controlled by others, but it easily drove the hunter into a corner. Gojo Satoru waited for a while, raised his eyes, The voice is much lower than before.

"why?"

Osamu Dazai asked kindly, "What do you mean?"

"Three days after what you said." Gojo Satoru said, "All the anomalies started from then. What happened at the Chanyuan's house?"

He shook his head and changed the phrase again: "During the time you were unconscious, what happened."

He was not in Tokyo at the time, and after receiving the news, he hurried to the sealing room of the Chanyuan House to fish out Osamu Dazai. As a result, the man fell into a coma that night. When Osamu Dazai woke up, it was the Shibuya Incident.

Osamu Dazai raised his eyebrows and laughed dumbly: "What can happen, it's just a nap."

[Sure enough, very sharp. ]

He sighed again and said, Teacher Wutiao, look at me.

The white-haired man raised his head, his eyes were hot, his expression was downcast, and he was as dazed as an abandoned cat. On the contrary, Dazai Osamu looked at him quietly: "I will say something decent once in a while, listen to me, Gojo-sensei. "

"I really didn't expect you to see me inside the prison gate. How much did you see?" Osamu Dazai never took his eyes off Gojo Satoru's face, and suddenly understood: "Is it four years?"

[Oh, I really hate keeping dogs. ]

Just looking at Gojo Satoru's appearance, it is easy to misunderstand his age. The six eyes affect his character, making him live in his own world, and there is no limit to his ability - if he can't do it now, he can do it in the future It was not arrogance to him, it was the truth.

But Six Eyes can't analyze people's emotions. The first time he realized the complex emotion of love was when he met Dazai Osamu, and he could only rely on him to grope bit by bit.

Just like a child who only knows that the flame cannot be touched after being scalded. Unfortunately, Gojo Satoru was directly dragged into the fire, and he was smashed by violent and frantic emotions, suffering from pain, anxiety and helplessness, etc. Over and over again, and the person he loved personally sealed him into the gate of the super-cursed object prison.

At the beginning of the Prison Gate, he couldn't see anything, until one day, he suddenly saw Osamu Dazai.

That's it.

Six Eyes was analyzing the information all the time, allowing him to watch Dazai Osamu plan his own death but was powerless. In the silent, boundless prison gate, he had nothing to do but watch Dazai Osamu's five-step plan being carried out step by step. Other methods.

He watched Osamu Dazai open and switch on the French window, looking out the window leisurely and softly.

He watched Osamu Dazai pack up the documents, turned the lock with his fingers, and closed the door of the chief's office.

He watched Osamu Dazai walk into the bar with his pocket in his pocket, and bid farewell to Sakunosuke Oda.

—and jumped down from the tall building.

Disqualification in the world disappears into the world.

The seal of the prison gate was suddenly released.

Osamu Dazai used a declarative tone, with an indifferent and calm posture: "The feelings you understand are not correct from the beginning."

"The essence of any relationship is the secretion of hormones, and the effect of hormones on the brain lasts up to 90 days, so even if you feel sad because of my death, this emotion can last up to 90 days. After 90 days, everything will re-enter On track."

Gojo Satoru moved his lips, and countless fragments slipped through his mind, the tide rose and fell, the clock stopped, and finally turned into a muffled fall.

[Not just 90 days. ]

"Your feelings for me are essentially no different from the illusion created by the drawbridge effect."

Dazai smiled softly.

"My lifelong wish is to die without pain. My words are not a lie. You also know that I am better than you in seeing the human mind - true love should be satisfied at any time. Everything the other party asks for, instead of becoming an obstacle for the other party, if it is, it is just one's own possessiveness and selfishness."

[I am sorry. ] He rarely really thought about it.

Osamu Dazai leaned against the wall, raised his face slightly, and spoke softly, but seemed to be looking down at the person in front of him.

"It was bogus from the start."

"You do not love me."

Gojo Satoru paused, hummed, and did not make any excuses. He lay on his arms, half-bowed his back, and buckled his shoulders inward: "I don't understand."

He didn't let Osamu Dazai change the topic again, or bring him into the ditch again: "You said that there is a book in your world, as long as the content written on it, it will become reality."

"Since everything can become a reality."

He was silent for a long time: "Why can't there be a world where Osamu Dazai is also alive?"

Osamu Dazai fumbled behind him slowly with his fingers, but did not answer.

the reason is simple.

Gojo Satoru stared at those kite-colored eyes: "Even if there are no more than three people in the world who know the existence of books at the same time, even if you think that the five-step plan is indispensable to those two people, with your ability, I don't believe you can't write a happy ending."

Although he didn't know that there was anything special about that person named Sakunosuke Oda, obviously the two had never met, but Osamu Dazai regarded meeting him as the last thing in his life.

If he failed to trap this person here, then by this time tomorrow, he would never see this person again.

"Oda Sakunosuke has already won the newcomer award, and it will be published soon..."

[Since he is so important to you, don't you want to take a look at his? ]

Osamu Dazai suddenly grabbed the wrist hanging by his side.

At the same time, there was a sudden stabbing pain on the side of his neck, as if being stabbed into the skin by the needle of a syringe, Gojo Satoru raised his hand, trying to pull the choker tied by Osamu Dazai around his neck - this thing accompanied him After spending countless hours in the prison gate, he has long been used to it as a part of his body. After breaking the seal, there are too many things stuffed into his head.

He actually forgot about it.

But before he had time to pull it off, his eyes suddenly blurred, his vision flickered, and the world was spinning.

"It's just some alcohol." Osamu Dazai let go of his wrist, and the disqualification in the world no longer has a continuous effect on the no-lower limit spell: "It won't be judged as a harmful poison by your reversal spell. In the chief's office, the lockpicking skills are quite rusty."

He stood up and snapped his fingers lightly.

The shackles fell in response.

Dazai Osamu's voice was very soft, his eyebrows were curved, and he smiled easily and recklessly, as if he had the ability to read minds, and answered Gojo Satoru's previous question.

"I do not want."

He rubbed Wutiao Wu's soft white hair, and complained affectionately and helplessly: "Go to sleep, when you wake up, everything will be over."

the reason is simple.

He didn't want to live from the start.

This is the joy of Dazai Osamu.