I am a writer in the world of sorcery

Yokohama, eleven a.m., Port Mafia Building.

Zhongyuan Zhong also asked the black suit at the door of the chief's office to report that he saw Mori Ogai this time because of a trivial matter, and no one cared about him except him, but since that person has a very special meaning to him ——

Zhong Yuanzhong also lowered the hat on his head a little.

"Mr. Zhongye."

Nakahara Nakaya walked into the heavy bulletproof door. The chief’s office is at the top of the building. Looking out of the window, you can overlook the whole Yokohama. You can see the harbor at a glance. Mori Ogai likes to make a pot of black tea in the morning so that he can watch it in his spare time. The sun's disk emerges from the horizon.

But at this moment, the wall that can be turned into a floor-to-ceiling window is tightly closed, except for the antique copper lamp on the table, which is scattered with a little light, and it is pitch black.

"What do you want to tell me?" Mori Ogai turned on the lamp, but his voice was much softer than usual, Nakahara couldn't help but wondered for a moment the reason why the leader changed his usual habits.

In the next second, his attention was attracted by the soft rustling sound of fabric rubbing. With the help of the dim light, he noticed the darkness beside Mori Ogai, and there was a faintly shaking shadow.

The person was lying on his side on the small bed, covered with a soft duvet all over his body, but he was not Alice from the outline of his figure. Zhong Yuanzhong also thought about it, and felt that he had better pretend that he hadn't seen anything. At the end, the other party had already sat up with the quilt vainly, closed his eyes and reached for the teacup on the table, his fluffy and soft black hair was dyed with a fluffy texture by the light.

Central Plains also suddenly fell into a strange silence.

Mori Ogai smiled and filled the cup with black tea, stuffed it into Osamu Dazai's hand, and reminded again: "Chuya-kun."

"...Why are you here?" Zhongyuan Zhong also held back for a long time, but still couldn't hold back.

He has always known that Osamu Dazai has a lot of privileges in Mori Ogai. He has heard of Osamu Dazai's reputation as early as before Zhongyuan Zhong also joined the port mafia, but at that time he was not a black ghost of the port mafia, but It is the pocket blade of Mori Ogai.

There is always a handsome child next to the leader wearing a long red scarf.

Armed blade.

A word that is intimate enough but also sharp enough to match the relationship between these two people quite well.

Osamu Dazai looked terribly sleepy, as if he would fall asleep again in a second: "Otherwise? I'll drive back to the beach at that time?"

Osamu Dazai just woke up with a muffled nasal voice: "Mr. Mori, this bed is already too small. I'm sure I had a lot of nightmares yesterday because of this bed."

Mori Ogai sighed helplessly: "No way, it's where Alice draws now, and I also told you to go to the room to have a good rest. I've changed the furniture in it a long time ago."

"Disgusting." Osamu Dazai said lightly, "Until you change the wallpaper, I absolutely don't want to step inside—so Chuya, if you disturb my pleasant sleep early in the morning, why do you have to come to Mr. Mori report?"

"Early in the morning?" Chuya Nakahara resisted the desire to quarrel with Osamu Dazai, paused, and bowed to salute: "Boss, the relics of the former cadre Rimbaud have been lost."

Osamu Dazai opened his eyes slightly, and looked at Mori Ogai.

Mori Ogai didn't look at Osamu Dazai, his eyes all fell on Nakahara Nakaya. After a while, he smiled: "Really? I see."

He randomly knocked on the table, the switch was turned on, the current passed through, and the floor-to-ceiling windows were exposed one by one. The sky was bright, and the seagulls with white wings wiped the glass and passed the sky. The sea was shimmering. He turned his face and said casually: "Let Dazai-kun take full responsibility for this matter."

Osamu Dazai was shocked for a moment, he didn't care to cover the light in front of him, his voice suddenly amplified, and he asked in disbelief, "Mr. Mori?"

"This is a mission, Dazai-kun." Mori Ogai looked back at him, gently bent his dark purple eyes, but said in an unquestionable tone: "This time you will work hard for me."

Zhong Yuanzhong also keenly noticed that the atmosphere between the two was suddenly mixed with some subtle things.

Osamu Dazai pursed his lips, looked at Mori Ogai silently for a while, then lowered his eyes and stepped into the black leather shoes, regardless of whether he was wearing them or not, he just stepped on the heels of the shoes indiscriminately, and picked up the shoe on the back of the small couch with one hand. A black overcoat was loosely draped over his body, and he walked quickly to the door.

--boom.

Mori Ogai watched as Osamu Dazai's back disappeared, and the corner of his lips smiled slightly: "Is there anything else, Nakaya-kun?"

"……there is none left."

Nakahara Chuya found Osamu Dazai waiting for him at the door of the elevator after he left the chief's office. He pressed the elevator and Dazai Osamu slipped in expressionlessly, leaning against the glass behind him. There was a monitor in the elevator, and the two went down in silence all the way to On the first floor, as the glass door slowly slid open, the tidal sea breeze from Yokohama hit their faces.

"Hey Dazai, what's so special about Rimbaud's relic?"

"It is nothing special."

Osamu Dazai replied indifferently, and it seemed that he didn't want to say a word. After receiving this answer, Nakahara also elbowed him full of disgust: "Really? Forget it, then you need to contact me."

"Zhongye."

Nakahara also stopped in his tracks, turned around, Dazai Zhi's iris-colored eyes were dark, he just called out, but didn't speak again, half a day later, the donkey's head didn't match the horse's mouth and asked: "There is one more day, is it?" Your one-year anniversary of joining the Port Mafia?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also raised his eyebrows: "What?"

"...Who would remember this kind of time if they have nothing to do." He said inexplicably, "What the hell are you thinking?"

Osamu Dazai blinked his eyes, sighed at him like he was looking at a fool, and strode his long legs listlessly, Nakahara Nakaya subconsciously followed, but he heard this man use a very strange tone: "Chuya, if I Let you rank the most important people, how are you going to rank them?"

Nakahara Chuya: "Huh?"

"Tell me quickly."

"It has nothing to do with you!"

A very excessive force pulled his collar and dragged him back. Osamu Dazai put one hand in his pocket and the other hand pulled his collar, with the kind of expression on his face that made him conditioned reflex to shudder. With a smile: "—Hurry up, Chuya, if they are going to die in the next second, who do you want to stay at the end?"

Chuya Nakahara slapped Dazai Osamu's paw away: "How can I have any important people?"

"Then it doesn't matter if they all die? The other dwarf friends of the dwarf, alas, I can't remember who they are...pianist, fool bird, surgeon, publicist, cold blood."

Osamu Dazai said slowly, "They are all members of the Banner Club."

He raised his face indistinctly and smiled at the camera.

Gravity distorted the ground under Chuya Nakahara's feet in an instant. The place where Osamu Dazai was standing was the only place that was not affected. The black suit who was coming in and out froze when he saw them so tense. Chuya Nakahara looked around. All around, there was a sneer, and they grabbed Osamu Dazai by the collar in the same way and threw him into the car.

boom!

As soon as the car door was closed, he stepped on the accelerator, drove to a place where no one was around, and stepped on the brake to the end. In an instant, the tires and the ground rubbed sparks, and he couldn't bear it. He hammered heavily at the door beside Osamu Dazai: "In the end! what happened?"

"answer my question."

"Believe it or not, I will beat you to the hospital right now."

"answer my question."

Zhong Yuanzhong also let out a breath slowly, with a gloomy face: "There is nothing to say, I will not choose anyone, if faced with an unavoidable danger, the first person to die, I would rather be myself, if I am lucky enough to survive , then I will hunt down the enemy until I die."

Hearing this, Osamu Dazai's expression was distorted severely, as if he was watching some terrible scene, but his eyes were cloudy and cloudy, and there was low air pressure around him, but he seemed to be thinking about something as time went by.

In the words of Nakahara Chuya, it is a ball of black mud soaked in water and rubbed, and it is not gray when picked up.

"It's disgusting." After a while, Osamu Dazai suddenly returned to his usual look of not worrying about everything. He opened the car door, jumped out of the car, and waved his back to Nakahara Nakaya.

"Your dwarf friend, the pianist, is the one in charge of monitoring you, judging whether you will betray Mr. Mori in order to investigate the secret information of Huang Bavou. They have prepared quite a good souvenir to celebrate your first anniversary."

"Get along well, Chuya."

A day later, Zhong Yuanzhong also coughed and covered his abdomen, his pupils shrank like needles, and gravity intertwined into a terrifying force field.

Opposite him, the blond-haired blue-eyed man, Verlaine who claimed to be his brother, every word he uttered was like a blade cutting through Nakahara Chuya's mind. The hat left by Rimbaud was being worn by Verlaine at this time.

"You are not a human being, Chuya." Verlaine said, "You are just an artificial personality written out of a bunch of characters, an equation without a soul. In this world, you are truly of the same kind."

"--just me."

Zhong Yuanzhong also wiped off the blood from his lips.

During this year, he regarded the five members of the Banner Society as his companions, so after Osamu Dazai made a statement like "They are all your watchers", he really felt the feeling of being betrayed by the sheep organization back then. Taste, after he suppressed his emotions and took care of the gem business, he calmed down for a moment, and decided to go to the bar called Old World.

To meet what Osamu Dazai called "the first anniversary souvenir".

……

It turned out that this souvenir was really a souvenir.

There are no traps or conspiracies, only colorful ribbons flying all over the sky, small-caliber Tokarevs, guns that shoot out not bullets but colorful shreds of paper, goblets piled up into square towers, filled with good Champagne, the music of ancient wind instruments, billiard balls bumping back and forth on the table.

He has received the best gift of his life.

Zhong Yuanzhong has always suspected that he is Huangbatu's artificial personality. He has no memory of the past and no common sense, and he never dreams and knows nothing about his past.

So the monitors sent by the leader of the Banner Club to monitor him secretly started their operations behind Mori Ogai's back, and after a lot of effort, they found a photo.

In the photo, the little Nakahara is also wearing a kimono, holding the hand of a young man.

[A gift from my companion. ]

This photo is now on Nakahara Nakaya's body. He bowed his body and panted violently, but put the photo inside again, and then slowly raised his head.

"What did you do to the pianist?"

Verlaine thought for a while leisurely.

"Killed."