I am a writer in the world of sorcery

When Osamu Dazai regained consciousness again, he found himself in a dark passage. His first reaction was that he thought he had changed to another world. The second reaction was that he was still dreaming, and sleepwalking was directly excluded from the option. It's not the slug in Central Plains.

A second ago he was still luring that annoying monster to commit suicide.

My body has also improved.

He simply leaned to the side and touched the wall. This passage is obviously one-way. In theory, as long as he touches the wall and walks forward, he will be able to find the exit, but why did he appear in such a place? World he is not an afia cadre who has good reason to be kidnapped and attacked.

The tunnel was very long. He felt that he had walked for about 10 minutes. There was a stone door in front of him. The lock was an old-fashioned brass lock. He took out the thin wire on his body and poked it casually. With a click, the door crippled him effortlessly. It took a long time to move a seam with great effort.

After squeezing out, Osamu Dazai was stunned for a few seconds.

where is this?

The hypocritical wooden building, Japanese style, opened the wooden door to a well-trimmed courtyard. He walked along the path with slowly falling yellow leaves. It was getting late, and there were some disgusting curse spirits that had been obviously domesticated on the road. When the cautious servants saw him, they all looked like they had seen a ghost.

"Why are you here?" The door of a certain Japanese house was swished open, and the dim lights scattered all over the floor. Gojo Satoru was full of confusion: "You said——"

He quickly realized his mistake.

The person who said something private was not the person in front of him. Hearing the voice, Osamu Dazai turned sideways, smiled skillfully, and said in a calm tone, "I want to know too."

Gojo Satoru: ...

Ah, he is unhappy again.

Gojo Satoru picked up a copper lamp from the table and walked up to Osamu Dazai in a few steps. There were still a few cicadas screaming half-dead. He hung the copper lamp on the wooden pillar of the corridor, lowered his body, and spread it out again. He opened his hand, holding a few exquisite candies between his fingers.

The beautiful blue eyes seemed to have thousands of galaxies falling into them, sparkling, the man's gaze was focused and expectant, so pure that it did not contain any impurities, and the pure white soft hair fell softly on his forehead.

Osamu Dazai paused, reached out and took a candy, peeled off the candy wrapper and put it in his mouth, the light sweetness spread to the nerves along the taste buds, he stared at Gojo Satoru for a while, and asked abruptly: "What happened in the past few days?" what?"

Gojo Wujo tilted his head: "We're asleep."

Osamu Dazai was very dazed for a few seconds, his eyes slightly widened.

"……what?"

No matter how he thought about it, he felt that he would not be so insane, and Wujo Wu would not lie about this kind of thing. Wait, what good is it for him to sleep with Wujo Wu?

Gojo Satoru silently lowered his head, his shoulders shook, and he let out a muffled laugh as the entanglement on Dazai Osamu became more and more obvious.

He sat on the porch with Dazai Osamu, and repeated what the man had said before.

Osamu Dazai couldn't hold back his cold expression more and more. When he finished speaking, Gojo Satoru stretched out his hand familiarly, feeling the fullness in his arms, squinting his eyes in satisfaction, while meowing nonchalantly. Meow: "That's it."

Osamu Dazai: ...?

He lowered his eyes, glanced at the hands on his waist, and raised his eyebrows with a half-smile: "Then?"

"Stop thinking about committing suicide, okay?" Gojo Satoru blinked, and jumped to a topic without warning.

Intuition told him that it was best not to reveal his future to Osamu Dazai. After the Osamu Dazai in the red scarf left, he thought about the slight discomfort. The 15-year-old Osamu Dazai felt unparalleled stability and peace of mind at that moment.

[so good. ]

Sure enough, he still likes Dazai Osamu the most.

Osamu Dazai answered absent-mindedly, his eyes became more and more unpredictable, those soft white hairs rubbed against his skin, giving him the illusion that he had picked up a cat with beautiful fur for no reason, he thought about it, and asked casually :"Why?"

"There is still something worth looking forward to in this world." Gojo Satoru sat up a little bit, raised his eyes, and suddenly thought of Shuji Tsushima who would show vivid expressions because of the whales and corals.

"You were at Tsushima's house afterwards—"

Gojo Satoru just raised his head, but he didn't know what to say. He pursed his lips, and some helplessness flashed across his face.

[After that, did you live according to your own mind? ]

The blessing of the eclipse allowed him to glimpse a little bit of this person's past, but he still knew nothing about Osamu Dazai. Why did he abandon his past surname?How did he go from being a little bit to what he is now?

Just like he doesn't like others mentioning the past in front of him, Zhi probably doesn't like it either, after all, he has never revealed a single word of the past to anyone.

[Let them fuck. ]

An inexplicable sentence came to mind, Osamu Dazai raised his hand to rest his forehead, he glanced at the dazzling white from the corner of his eye, he was stunned for a long time, and then he laughed softly.

[Ah, really...]

"The inland sea in Japan is too small. Have you ever been to a place farther away?" The white-haired man's slender fingers gently wrapped around the boy's wrist. Years ago, Shuji Tsushima still had many expectations for this unknown world.

"The spice stalls in Egypt have Klein blue spice bottles, which are very similar to the upper reaches of the Volga River in July and August. By the way, I remember a group of monsters called snowmen living deep in the snowy mountains of Nepal..."

Except for death, he can fulfill all wishes of Osamu Dazai.

"Teacher Wujo." Osamu Dazai turned his head slightly and interrupted him.

"Ok?"

"To be honest, I don't intend to die right now. Even if there are no restraints, I still don't want to go to Huangquan Biliangzaka for a while." He stared at the white-haired man in front of him inexplicably: "What are you afraid of?"

In the quiet night, the faint light of the copper lamp illuminated the kite-colored pupils. Gojo Gojo stared at him as if he wanted to confirm something. After a long time, he gently retracted his arms.

High School of Magic.

There was a pile of papers in front of Xia Youjie, but he didn't pay attention to it at all. Within half an hour, he had observed Dazai Zhi more than a dozen times without any trace.

For the last time, Dazai Zhi raised his eyelids, met Xia Youjie's gaze, and twitched the corners of his lips.

Xia Youjie: ...

everything is normal.

Osamu Dazai would still be typing away at the computer, but it was because he seemed to have lost a lot of interest in the ancient books that recorded the sealing magic tools, and he just flipped through a few pages as a routine, and then threw those books aside .

Lack of interest.

Compared with before, he seemed to be in a much lighter mood, and his eyes still had some subtle tangles from time to time-seeing the time passing by, and the time when he and the future Dazai Osamu was about to arrive, Xia Youjie became more and more nervous. hesitated.

[I'm not interested in sealing Gojo Satoru, but Osamu Dazai had to go to the place where the Zenyuan family kept the sealed items. ]

First of all, let's not mention what kind of conspiracy this plan is for the time being. Xia Youjie naturally has no doubts about Wujo Wu's strength, but the sealing room in a ghostly place like a Buddhist monastery usually has only one purpose.

Torture.

"Mr. Xia You, what deal did the future me make with you?"

Seeing Xia Youjie's silence, Osamu Dazai said unhurriedly: "Since last night, you have been making preparations for your plan, let's be straightforward, save each other's time, what future me will make you can't A bargaining chip for resistance?"

"Release?"

Osamu Dazai tilted his head with a smile: "It seems that I was wrong, it was to lift the curse."

Xia Youjie sighed.

That Osamu Dazai in the red scarf really predicted everything, Xia Youjie rubbed the center of his brows, feeling very headache: "The future you said, if you ask about this, I will tell you without reservation .”

The curvature of Osamu Dazai's lips disappeared a little.

He doesn't like the feeling of being seen through calculations, even if that person is his future self, Dazai Zhi's eyes are slightly cold: "What did he say?"

[Just tell him that there is something he wants in the sealed room of the Chanyuan family. ]

In the bright red setting sun, the man seemed to smile wryly, then rolled up the scarf around his neck, and said half jokingly and half seriously: "It would be better if he didn't go there." ]

Xia Youjie imitated the tone of Osamu Dazai at that time: "He asked me to tell you this."

"It would be better not to go?" Dazai Osamu touched his chin, his eyes sparkled with interest, he took out the old-fashioned mobile phone to look at it, and quickly recalled what [Dazai Osamu] had to go to made.

No.

He smiled happily, and the previous negative emotions were swept away.

[Ah, this should be what Ruwu said in the few pages of the diary that Ruwu gave me, the thing that makes me have to live before I die-interesting, really interesting. ]

"Do as he says." Osamu Dazai said suddenly.

"Do you know what the sealed room of the Chanyuan family means?" Xia Youjie tried not to look at Dazai Zhi, but finally gave up: "Not all curses are made of curse power, some curses have bodies, and can be affected by flesh— ——No one knows what there is in a place like the Buddhist monastery.”

"You said before that you hate pain." Xia Youjie said, "But you are likely to be treated in a way I can't even imagine."

Hearing this, Osamu Dazai frowned: "I lied to you."