I am a writer in the world of sorcery

Osamu Dazai coughed in embarrassment.

The flowing light blue river was covered with a layer of gold by the setting sun. Osamu Dazai stretched out his hand and gathered some dense seaweed.

[I remember that I should have got the book...? ]

As he breathed out, the scenery he saw was very familiar to him, and it was exactly the same as the position he had jumped into countless times out of interest.

"Bastard Dazai!" A voice was full of annoyance, and he still wanted to hammer him into the ground: "I said that if you die, you should find a place where no one will see it. This is the sixth time that I have been sent by the leader to rescue you this month." ——Is it you who threw the pile of mission documents on my desk?"

Osamu Dazai blinked lazily, and retorted loudly.

"Did I let you fish it?"

Nakahara Nakahara grabbed him up with one hand roughly, and slammed him heavily on the deck. Osamu Dazai could see the almost materialized anger from those shining blue eyes. The bottom was plated with a layer of gold, and just as he was about to speak, his stomach let out a loud growl.

"……I'm hungry."

Zhong Yuanzhong also rubbed his hair: "Huh? What's the use of you telling me?"

"Chu is also my dog!" Osamu Dazai jumped up, yelling in extreme dissatisfaction: "Didn't you just go to the finance department to get a sum of money? I want to eat crab meat dishes, and my mission report is finished." !"

Zhong Yuanzhong was also blushing with anger: "How dare you talk about those mission reports? What kind of reports are you writing before the mission is finished? There will be a reception tonight, and you are still lying in the—"

He took a deep breath: "Hurry up and change my clothes."

Osamu Dazai raised the corners of his lips.

All signs point to him returning to the original point in time, as if he never had the adventure of wandering around another world.

He was going to be lazy before entering the water, so he threw all the tasks to Chuya Zhongyuan, and he also planned to let the little man go alone at the reception in the evening.

and so……

What the hell is a book?

According to the information Mori Ogai gave him before, the book contains records of countless worlds, that is to say, he may be in a parallel world now, or he may have returned to his original world.

How to distinguish whether it is a parallel world?

If the birth and past of two people are exactly the same, even eating apples at noon and taking a bath at [-] o'clock in the evening, and their life trajectories completely overlap, then even in parallel worlds, they will never be able to detect it.

Osamu Dazai shook his wet hair: "Chuya, you really haven't grown tall at all."

"I'm still growing!" Nakahara Nakaya finished speaking, raised his eyelids, and stared at Osamu Dazai for a few seconds.

"What?"

Zhongya Nakahara held his fingers, and punched Dazai Osamu in the abdomen abruptly, then grabbed a handful of naked hair while he was bending over, and slammed him hard on the deck, lifting his foot to step on him chest, looking down at him condescendingly.

"Hey, who are you?"

Nakahara Chuya's blue eyes were as cold as blades, and his irritable expression dissipated completely. He raised his hand to signal the surrounding subordinates who were aiming with guns not to make a fuss, and at the same time gradually exerted force on his feet, Dazai twitched With a deep breath, he casually pulled out the dagger tied to his ankle, making a gesture to stab his knee.

"Where did you imprison that bastard Osamu Dazai?" Nakahara Chuya added more strength.

Osamu Dazai turned his face calmly, calmly: "Chuya, I don't understand what you are talking about."

Nakahara couldn't help but frowned, and looked at this person carefully, his pale skin, the bandage that was wrapped around his face inexplicably, his every move was still so annoying, he bent down, and roughly ripped off the bandage on Osamu Dazai's arm , the other party lay flat and let him move—yes, the location of each wound is correct. Last night, this man was full and full, so he soaked the scar that was specially cut in his bathroom in order to be too lazy to clean the bathtub. , glowing pale white.

But clearly it is different.

The Osamu Dazai he was familiar with was not so energetic, he was as weird as a half-dead mackerel jumping suddenly, and the pair of kite-colored pupils were not so hollow. The two looked at each other for a while, Nakahara Chuya The body was suddenly covered with a layer of dark red light, which dissipated in an instant.

"Chuya." Osamu Dazai suppressed his laughter and said in a low voice, "Are you sure?"

Dazai is the only person who can speak in this tone.

Zhong Yuanzhong also snorted heavily, and moved his foot away: "I owe you a favor."

"Huh? You just want to be perfunctory like this?" Osamu Dazai bent over, his abdomen was still aching, he stretched out his hand and rubbed it: "How much favor do you owe me so far? I saved the lives of your subordinates last week. Last week I went to the garbage dump to pick you up, and I counted, you owe me more than a dozen favors in the past two months alone!"

"How can there be so many!"

"How many are there?"

"Up to six, no more——Dazai!" Zhongya Nakahara suddenly realized something, and angrily punched that smiling face again, but Dazai dodged it, and was grabbed by the wrist again. Twist skillfully.

Nakahara Chuya swayed, but his feet were firmly nailed to the ground. He didn't even bother to use his supernatural powers, but he was surprised that Osamu Dazai suddenly went crazy.

"What's wrong with you?" Zhong Yuanzhong also said subtly: "You want to fight with me? It would be too late to go to the training ground now, but even if I beat you to the hospital for a week and you can't get up, the task report You still have to write it yourself."

Osamu Dazai rolled his huge eyes.

He slumped his shoulders lazily, took off his black coat and shook it, while his subordinates in black suits respectfully stepped forward and handed him an identical three-piece suit. Osamu Dazai sighed and went to change inside the cabin. When I came out, I saw Nakahara Chuya standing on the deck looking solemnly across the port.

"Ah." Osamu Dazai sighed, "I want to eat crab meat dishes."

"There's nothing to eat in that place at night. If you get drunk, I'll pick you up from the side of the road." Osamu Dazai kept babbling: "No one dares to say anything if you go later. Isn't it?"

Zhong Yuanzhong didn't bother to refute that he wasn't drunk, so he said a little irritably, "If you want to go, hurry up, can't you even afford a meal of crab meat?"

"Of course not." Dazai Osamu looked at him inexplicably, and then patted his shoulder: "Okay, I'll go first."

Nakahara Chuya touched his pocket, and his credit card was missing. The subordinates at the side asked him when he would be ready for the driver. Interested as if he was expecting something.

"Send a car to the restaurant." Nakahara Chuya ordered casually.

When he got off the deck, he found that Osamu Dazai did not leave alone, but leaned leisurely by the stairs and waited. When he saw him, he habitually walked towards the red locomotive not far away with his pocket in his pocket. Nakahara Nakaya was thinking about Osamu Dazai What kind of show are you doing today, while stepping on the gas pedal.

The sea breeze in Yokohama was moist, and Osamu Dazai was touching his pockets in the back seat, starting from the scattered bills, then the scattered banknotes in the wallet, and finally groping for the fallen flowers accidentally caught in the sweater, Nakahara Zhong also slapped away the hand that was getting more and more excessive: "What are you looking for?"

"Evidence, proving that this world is false."

"what?"

Osamu Dazai said casually, "I always feel like I'm still dreaming, at least I shouldn't be here at this moment."

"Hey, I hope you get your wish as soon as possible. Next time, find a place where no one is dancing, so I don't have to hunt you down."

Dazai was silent for a while.

He suddenly squeezed the sensitive point of Nakahara Chuya's waist hard, and taking advantage of the momentary stiffness of the other party, he leaned forward to grab the control handle of the locomotive. Twitch, the direction suddenly shifted to the middle of the road, and at the same time, a large truck full of sand was coming head-on.

Bang!

The beautiful streamlined locomotive crashed into the guardrail on the side of the road with a grunt. The front of the car was completely flattened, the fuel tank was cracked, and the gasoline kept flowing out. Just as another grenade rolled out of Dazai Osamu's sleeve, the insurance was over. remove.

The truck driver slammed the steering wheel, the rear of the truck and the guardrail brushed past, and a pile of sparks shot out.

At the very moment, the truck was wrapped in a red superpower, and it slid forward several hundred meters suddenly. At the same time, Nakahara grabbed Osamu Dazai by the collar and jumped towards the side of the road, and then rolled down with his body around him. I don't know how many flowers and plants were broken, and finally hit an old cedar on the back.

The sound of the explosion was deafening, and waves of heat brushed their cheeks.

Zhong Yuanzhong was also knocked into a distorted expression for a moment, and the next second, the birds perched on the tree fluttered and spread their wings, and the fallen feathers and leaves hit them all over their faces.

Dazai laughed.

If Zhong Yuanzhong wasn't by his side, he would have died so early that he couldn't be clearer now. Unlike the unreasonable coincidence that prevented him from committing suicide in the past, he had indeed regained the right to commit suicide. Then as long as he let nature take its course, he would naturally find the right to commit suicide in the diary. The reason why Osamu Dazai persisted in living in this world.

The first thing Nakahara Nakaya did after recovering from his stress was to punch this man in the face, then grabbed his tie and roared through gnashing teeth, Dazai, are you fucking crazy today? If you really If you want to die, I will fulfill you now.

Osamu Dazai raised his hand, with a residual smile in his eyes, he said, Chuya, I don't want to die.

His manner of saying this was extremely serious, Nakahara Chuya was stunned for a long time by this abnormal Dazai Osamu, and for a long while, he responded meaninglessly, and his anger disappeared after being interrupted by Dazai Osamu Most of the time, when he got up, he found that his wrist was a little painful. After looking at it, he found that he was scratched by some blade of grass when he was rolling over with this person in his arms.

Under Osamu Dazai's bandage, some blood was slowly oozing out, and he was in a very good mood.

"Chuya." Sitting in the dirt, Osamu Dazai said in a teasing tone, "Ah, my hand is broken, hiss—it hurts so much, I'm determined not to be able to move today, so you write the mission report."

"Get out." Nakahara also pulled one of Dazai Osamu's arms angrily, and found that the bandage was faintly red, so he threw it away and changed another one, took out the starting point of the bandage from the wrist, tore it off, and cut off a section The white and clean gauze was cut off with a dagger to wrap the wound on his body.

"Your crab meat dish is gone, just drink till you die at the reception tonight, don't you like this way of dying?" He said, "Return the card to me."

Osamu Dazai: "...