I am a writer in the world of sorcery

Yokohama, three in the morning.

In this city, the five dark-looking buildings that can be seen directly at a glance are the locations of the Port Mafia Office, and there are no people on the streets at this time.

Osamu Dazai turned the steering wheel, the empty road, and the red sports car was driving at a slow speed, and it took about twice the usual time for this section of the road.

When the duty officer at the gate saw someone coming, he sat upright solemnly, and was about to ask the visitor to show his ID. Osamu Dazai lowered the window, only to see a profile, and the guard in black suit immediately opened the door of the parking lot without saying a word. The door, bowed respectfully again.

Osamu Dazai had already resisted to the point that he didn't even want to drive the car into the parking lot. He opened the door, and the two emotions of "Oh, I really don't want to go" and "Oh, I have to go again" had been clearly placed by him. on the face.

On the first floor, there is a glass elevator directly to the roof. It is completely transparent, and even the floor under your feet is made of transparent glass. As the elevator ascends, you can have a panoramic view of the night view of Yokohama. It is obviously a very precious and beautiful view, but Osamu Dazai drooped his eyelids, looking He looked like he was about to fall asleep, and finally put all his body weight on the glass plate beside him.

The elevator door opened slowly, and the guards in black suits in the corridor obviously didn't expect anyone to come at this time, they raised their guns one after another as if they were facing a big enemy, and when they saw Osamu Dazai, they put their guns away and stood up straight again, pretending to be I am a display.

Naturally, the door of the chief's office was heavily guarded, and there were also special personnel in charge of reporting, but Osamu Dazai didn't even look at these men in black, yawned, and pushed open the office door unceremoniously.

"Mr. Mori?" He skillfully posed like a cat holding his hand, and walked towards the magnificent desk placed in front of the huge bookshelf. sound.

The little blond girl was holding a crayon in her hand, and was drawing something on the white paper on the carpet. When Osamu Dazai passed by her, he bent his eyes lightly, stretched out his hand, and gently caressed the little girl in an almost loving manner. Hair: "Alice sauce, good evening."

[--Human disqualification. ]

The blue light suddenly illuminated the entire office.

Alice is Mori Ogai's humanoid ability. Anyone who has met the leader knows the importance of Alice to Mori Ogai. Osamu Dazai happens to know more than them.

pat.

"Dazai-kun, it's not easy to see you."

With a flick of a switch, the gorgeous European-style crystal chandelier above his head suddenly lit up, and the dim light was refracted and scattered to every corner. The leader with deep purple eyes sitting on a black leather chair, his irises were a little reddened by the reflection, With a smile on his face, he said calmly, "Why did Alice bother you?"

Mori Ogai's voice is uniquely recognizable, he speaks softly and slowly, but sounds persuasive for no reason.

Osamu Dazai supported his forehead, sighed heavily, and then pretended to smirk at the man: "Oh, why, didn't Mr. Mori insist on calling me over?"

"But you're still here." The man tapped the table with his white-gloved fingers, gentle and intimate: "Although I hung up a dozen calls."

"No way, the port mafia has three chapters of the contract that you stipulated, the most important of which is to absolutely obey the orders of the leader. Now Mr. Mori is the leader of the leader, so naturally he can do whatever he wants, even if it is three o'clock in the morning A phone call sent a growing minor across half of Yokohama."

Facing such a stinging reply without respect, Mori Ogai smiled and changed the subject.

"I heard a report from my subordinates that Mr. Zhongye didn't recognize you this afternoon, so I thought about fulfilling my guardian no matter what—"

Osamu Dazai propped up the edge of the table with his hands, and sat lightly on it, looking down, the table was full of desserts, cream cake, chocolate strawberries, and cheese jelly, which looked extremely attractive under the warm-toned light .

He picked up the fork casually, poked a piece of cake, and brought it to his lips to take a bite.

The smile in Mori Ogai's eyes suddenly disappeared.

"……Responsibility."

After Mori Ogai finished the previous sentence, he paused, let go of his folded hands, and stared at the boy in front of him inexplicably.

"Zhijun, since when did you like sweets?"

Before becoming the leader of the port mafia, Mori Ogai was the former leader's personal doctor and Dazai Osamu's tutor. He used to worry about Dazai Osamu's underweight for a long time, and finally used his salary to pay for dozens Nutrients are placed in the clinic.

——But Osamu Dazai didn't even look at it, he just wanted to pry his safe that stored the neurotoxin all day long.

Later, he had no choice but to try to get this person to eat more desserts with excessive sugar content. Of course, he failed in the end.

Osamu Dazai swayed his calves twice comfortably, squinted his eyes, and looked at each other with the same displeasure in his eyes. Ogai shook the strawberries on the silver fork.

"what do you think?"

Osamu Dazai happily bit the red fruit, but his expression was distorted by the sourness. After the taste buds experienced the cream, it was really exciting to accept the less sweet fruit juice.

He reluctantly swallowed the strawberry, licked the deep teeth with the tip of his tongue, and mumbled: "Why, do you want to verify my DNA and confirm whether I am a pretended enemy? Or send someone to take the strawberry I've looked up everything I've been through during this time - oh, I reckon you've looked, but you just didn't find anything, and you ended up having to call me."

Osamu Dazai leaned forward, winked at him mischievously, and made no effort to hide his malice: "Things beyond the scope of control are terrible, Mr. Mori."

In recent years, every time he saw Mori Ogai, he was in a bad mood. Talking with Mori Ogai felt like walking on the tip of a knife, and he accidentally became a pawn in the opponent's layout.

upset.

Mori Ogai was stunned for a moment, shook his head with a smile, and blinked with interest: "Yeah, so Dazai-kun, has anything good happened to you recently?"

Dazai Osamu did not expect Mori Ogai to be so forthright, he retreated slowly, with a soft and slow voice, turned his face and looked out the window: "It has nothing to do with you."

"Dazai-kun."

Osamu Dazai raised his eyebrows, calming down the impatience on his face.

Mori Ogai adjusted the white gloves on his hands slowly, lowered his eyes, and smoothed out the wrinkles on the gloves bit by bit: "This question is not out of my personal interest."

Osamu Dazai threw the fork back to the plate, and asked angrily, "So Mr. Mori, as the leader, ordered me to answer?"

Mori Ogai smiled calmly.

Osamu Dazai stared at him, his face gradually covered with gloom, Mori Ogai frowned slightly, remained silent, but did not look away, and finally Osamu Dazai broke the silence first: "I wrote a book Book."

Mori Ogai suddenly opened his eyes wide: "Huh?"

Osamu Dazai also opened his eyes for a moment, his lips moved, but they were tightened suddenly: "It's nothing."

silence.

The two of them understood the obstacles between each other in an instant. Mori Ogai pinched the bridge of his nose, and his face suddenly softened. The atmosphere of tense confrontation before was gone. His voice was still deep, but more helpless.

"...So I have always been an image of someone who has nothing to do in your eyes?"

If Osamu Dazai had conveyed information to him before, then in Dazai Osamu's view, this series of behaviors was purely looking for trouble, or he was turning over an old score and asked him to come over and beat one or two.

Mori Ogai couldn't help but wry smile.

Osamu Dazai shrugged his shoulders, using body language to express the meaning of "Isn't that what you are?", jumped off the desk, dragged the European-style red velvet wooden chair familiarly, and dragged the bulky big thing to the small chair. Near the round table, when he finished his work, Mori Ogai made a pot of black tea and put it on the round table: "I really haven't seen your book before."

"That's why my guess was wrong." Osamu Dazai stared absently at the pattern on the carpet: "Mr. Mori, what do you know about the book that exists in Yokohama as a supernatural item?"

……

For Osamu Dazai, he had nothing to hide from Mori Ogai. First, he had no intention of breaking away from the Mafia, and second, Mori Ogai had no ill intentions towards him. It has been naturally locked into the same camp.

And Mori Ogai is one of the few people who can really help him.

Of course, there is no need to go into details about his experience in another world, and Mori Ogai is not interested in these, he picked the key points, mainly about curses and conjurers, and different power systems.

And he still can't confirm whether this world is a parallel world or his original world.

"...In the end, I should have got the book, but when I was picked up by Chuya, the book wasn't with me."

After finishing speaking, Dazai Osamu's voice was no longer as clear as it was at first. He coughed twice and was about to find water when he handed over a cup of black tea. The tea was clear and red, and the temperature was just enough to drink directly. I also poured a cup of tea, and went back to get a plate of delicate sandwiches of Macron, with a medicine box in my right hand.

"Give me your hand," he said.

Osamu Dazai passed his arm over, put it on the small round table, and pursed his lower lip in boredom—Mori Ogai seemed to be very talkative now, with gentle eyebrows and eyes, staring at Osamu Dazai's body with damp wrists. With some black gauze, he sighed softly.

"I arranged for your subordinates not to let you die before them."

After it was opened, the wound started to inflame as expected, red, swollen and raised. The man had a headache and used a medical cotton swab dipped in alcohol to disinfect it. When he pressed the wound, Osamu Dazai hissed on purpose.

"Ah, good—it hurts—" he drawled.

Mori Ogai glanced at him: "Stop yelling, I've always been this strong."

Mori Ogai's medical literacy is there, Dazai Osamu's nothing is a quack, it is pure slander, he cleanly disinfected the wound, then re-bandaged it, and finally wrapped his forearm according to Dazai Osamu's habit.

"Don't think about it." Mori Ogai cut off the end of the bandage with scissors, moved his slender fingers, and tied a beautiful knot.

"I will pay attention to the matter of the book in the future." He curled his lower lip, "You are still Osamu Dazai who was raised by a quack doctor very hard."

He stood up, rubbed the boy's fluffy hair, and said with a smile, "It's time for children to go to bed, go to bed early."

"I'm not going to mistake you."