I am a writer in the world of sorcery

When Osamu Dazai took Nakahara Chuya off the torture rack, the man had become tattered, his invincible body was covered with wounds and scorched marks, he reached in along the wound on Nakahara Chuya's side, and was able to touch it. To the soft muscles, and a little deeper is the soft and greasy viscera. After a rough estimate, Osamu Dazai shook the small scalpel in his hand at the opponent.

"Would you like me to sew it up for you?"

"Ah, please."

The simplest suture, pouring alcohol on it roughly, Nakahara Chuya scratched the floor, almost digging a few holes with his fingers, Dazai Osamu was ready for this man to yell at him in pain, who knew Nakahara Chuya's lips Shaking again and again, he was stunned, and when he finished dealing with the worst parts, he muffled, "Thank you."

The pair of blue eyes that were always shining dimmed a lot, but at the moment they looked relaxed, Osamu Dazai sneered, and pulled the bandage on Chuya Nakahara's abdomen forcefully, the other party groaned out of his throat, and raised his eyelids unkindly, Dazai Zhicai answered slowly.

"The detective is not dead."

Zhong Yuanzhong also opened his eyes suddenly, his two blue eyes were like glass marbles that had been wiped clean. how good.

His face was pale, and his eyes were black.

Osamu Dazai naturally knew what he was thinking, and raised his eyebrows coldly: "I would rather see Chuuya suffer as a human being."

—Of course he's not very good.

The members of the port mafia have blind trust in Osamu Dazai. No matter how much they are afraid of this man, they will still breathe a sigh of relief when they see him at critical moments. Nakahara Nakaya is even more troublesome. He hates Osamu Dazai the most. The only thing is that this person will give up on himself when everything is under control.

In layman's terms, it is courting death.

Osamu Dazai's thinking speed can't even be matched by artificial intelligence, but Verlaine is an absolutely unreasonable existence - he himself is a singularity of supernatural power, once he gets rid of the control of the personality formula, he can fight against it except Zhong Yuanzhong , there is no other way.

What's more, Osamu Dazai gave up the optimal solution from the very beginning in order to save the lives of the people Chuya Nakahara cared about. If he calculated carefully, since Verlaine entered Yokohama, he has never rested again, and the high-intensity mental activities are constantly consuming energy. , and then use willpower to survive, many people tend to overlook one thing, the two people in the world are called double black.

This year is only 16 years old.

Even so, the port mafia has suffered heavy losses, and he is about to take the lives of dozens of precious superpowers to block Verlaine's hole. Mori Ogai will definitely trouble him afterwards, Osamu Dazai's eyelids twitched, Pulling up Zhongyuan Zhongye, he explained the current situation thoroughly to him.

Nakahara Chuya's vision became more and more complicated. After a long time, he said thank you dryly.

He didn't say that I owe you a favor, but this time he really owed you a lot of favors. As long as Osamu Dazai doesn't touch the bottom line of Nakahara Chuya, he will be able to move freely in the world of Nakahara Chuya from now on , he stood up holding his bandaged arm, and followed Osamu Dazai into the helicopter.

Looking down from a high altitude, the uninhabited countryside has long been turned into a hell on earth. Everyone's deaths are strange and not tragic, but there is no complete place. If it is touched by a black hole formed by gravity, a large part of that place will be missing , The astonishing destructive power made them unable to say anything, and both of them knew that the real start was after getting off the helicopter.

"Have you figured it out?" Osamu Dazai said, "As long as you release the supernatural power of the filthy form—that string of characters will erase all your memories of the past, leaving nothing behind, and you will no longer be able to confirm whether you are human or not." In other words, you are likely to become like Verlaine."

He took out his pocket watch: "I can delay the battle for another 2 minutes. If you don't want to use the control contact, I have a backup plan."

He blinked and looked at the scene below, feeling that the monster Verlaine turned into was extremely pathetic, the pungent smell of blood and burning breath could not stop impacting his brain, Dazai paused, and continued to give orders to his subordinates , Zhong Yuanzhong also looked at him for a while, and said something out of nowhere.

"are you OK?"

"Can't die."

"I mean, what do you do after that?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also pointed to the scene below: "The people below have died like this, and all these responsibilities will have to be placed on you by then. Even if you can defeat Verlaine, the organization will suffer a great loss this time."

"Accept the punishment." Osamu Dazai said flatly: "However, these losses are within my expectations. No matter how I arrange them, they are all necessary costs. Chuya, let's not mention these for now, have you made a good decision?"

"There is one minute and 30 seconds left." He stared at his pocket watch, while assembling possible paths to victory in his mind, and Zhong Yuanzhong also stood at the door of the helicopter, without hesitation for a second, he jumped down.

Dazai suddenly turned around.

[Ru, allow me to be filthy and gloomy, and don't restore my awakening. ]

He also laughed, it was no longer normal human beings fighting underneath, and countless firepower followed his last order to hit the monster Verlaine turned into, as a bait to replace Chuya Chuya, when everyone was paying attention to the battle situation, Osamu Dazai Instead of looking down, he opened the drawer under the driver's seat and took out a small medicine bottle.

He manipulated the helicopter to land on the edge of the battlefield, found a random place to sit down, without any cover in front of him, then stared intently at the small medicine bottle in his hand, he poured out some white pills, and put one in between his fingers. mouth.

A bitter taste came from the coating of his tongue. Amidst the roaring explosions, Osamu Dazai kept an unbelievably calm face. He moved his legs so that the blood that flowed over would not stain his clothes. He stuffed a handful of pills and swallowed dryly, the round hard object was pulled down his throat, choking and hurting, he looked at the horrible place where gravity was stirring, and smiled.

I really want to die.

It will take a while for the medicine to decompose. This time should be enough for the dwarf to defeat the monster. He will press the stop button at that time, otherwise Mori Ogai will disgust him. He died for love.

He doesn't think he can change anything by saving a few people on a whim. Saving a few irrelevant existences is like picking up a handful of shells at the seaside. The shells are shining, but they are still a big handful It's a cheap product, but Zhongyuan Zhongye's back is really attractive. Maybe he should live a few more days and enjoy a good show before he dies.

[Why do you want to live? ]

Thinking idly, he swallowed more than a dozen white pills.

[I'm sick of it. ]

Osamu Dazai rubbed his fingers on his coat, ready to go to the middle of the battlefield to pick up the puppy, Nakahara just happened to fall from the sky, he still had a little consciousness left, and the disqualification in the world burst into a cyan light when it touched the skin, peculiar point is closed.

Osamu Dazai stuffed the communicator into Nakahara Nakaya's pocket, pried the car casually, started the fire, and drove all the way along the mountain road to the foot of the mountain. The speed of the car was very fast, and he hit many tall bushes on the side of the road. The last time he hit A cherry tree slammed his head against the carriage, and the bandage became wet in an instant. He touched the wound expressionlessly and smiled.

"...can I get a lift?"

Osamu Dazai looked out the window, and they were very surprised when they looked at each other. Oda Sakunosuke looked even more embarrassed than Dazai Osamu, as if he had rolled in a pile of mud. Dazai Osamu was silent for a long time: "Oda Sakunosuke , what are you doing here?"

Odasaku: "Clean."

[Every time I see this person, there will be more wounds on his body. ]

He ignored the fact that Osamu Dazai appeared in this cheap car that only junior members would use.

Osamu Dazai forcibly shook off his drowsiness: "...Huh?"

"Put the companion's corpse into a black bag, pick up the lost items, and transport the ammunition..." Oda replied in the usual tone of reporting to Osamu Dazai in a black suit. His tone of voice was quite flat, and Osamu Dazai listened more and more. The expression became more and more indescribable.

It's like dreaming and not waking up.

The huge sense of division creates a ridiculous, eccentric, and Oda Saku's always serious and flat expression makes him feel that this person is not joking on purpose... So he is indeed a very interesting person, and he can't help laughing He got up, and correspondingly, Odasaku showed a perplexed look without any pretense.

"Ah, get in the car." Dazai Osamu let go of the driver's seat: "You can go anywhere you want, but take me to the hospital first."

Odasaku: "Hospital?"

Osamu Dazai nodded: "I swallowed a lot of sleeping pills just now, and if there is no accident, I will die in half an hour. Speaking of which, the taste of those pills is really unpalatable."

"...That must be terrible." Oda replied in a more flat tone.

Osamu Dazai's expression became even more indescribable.

[Should tell Odasaku later when it's appropriate to make a proper comment... No, just leave it as it is, it's more interesting. ]

"Let's have a drink together tomorrow, Odasaku." He narrowed his eyes excitedly and said happily.