I am a writer in the world of sorcery

When Osamu Dazai woke up, he was in the hospital—Mori Ogai’s former private clinic. The two carved glass windows were wiped clean, and the light came in softly. He glanced at the needle on the back of his hand: "Mr. Mori."

His voice is not as clear as before, with a hint of unnatural hoarseness mixed in. His vocal cords and throat have a burning pain after being burned by stomach acid. He needs gastric lavage after taking too many sleeping pills, but Dazai has tried more than just sleeping pills. I am used to the sequelae, but it has been a long time since I saw the scene in front of me. After careful calculation, it should have started when Mori Ogai took over as the leader.

The man in the doctor's white coat turned around with a calm expression, and handed over a cup of hot water. Osamu Dazai touched the side of the cup, brought it over and held it in his hand, and sipped slowly. He reached over and took the bone china teacup, washed it, and put it in the cabinet.

Then he sat on the chair beside the hospital bed, watched Dazai Osamu slide into the bed like a boneless mackerel calmly, and called his name flatly: "Dazai-kun."

"Mr. Sen, you are still here."

Osamu Dazai turned his head in surprise as if he had just discovered Mori Ogai: "Are you free to waste time with me today?"

He changed the subject: "You still want to talk to me about this incident."

Osamu Dazai blinked his eyes, in front of Mori Ou, he didn't bother to cover up at all, and pulled out a creepy smile with no bright eyes: "Naka ​​also didn't know that his dwarf friends couldn't survive in the first place. "

The port mafia is a strict organization with clear rewards and punishments. Useless subordinates should be dealt with. The Verlaine incident has made the port mafia's power shrink sharply. More than 100 precious people with different abilities died. The losses and casualties of ordinary personnel are even more shocking on paper.

In fact, if we only look at the results, Verlaine, the singular point of humanoid powers, became one of the five cadres of the Port Mafia, Zhongyuan Zhong has since been loyal to the organization, and the actions of the Port Mafia have been cleared by the military and police, let alone Mention the undercurrent of inter-country agencies with different abilities——

No matter how you say it, the Verlaine incident was a complete success.

But except for a very small number of people who know the inside story, others can only see the superficial results, the huge number of casualties, and the sharp drop in the number of members with special abilities, and all of these were decided by Osamu Dazai himself. The situation has an unavoidable relationship.

The Port Mafia is a cruel organization full of darkness and blood. This result is enough for Osamu Dazai to stay in the execution room for three days and three nights, before being carried out with only one breath left. According to his understanding of Mori Ogai, Dazai Ji had no doubt that Mori Ogai would let him go through this.

So Osamu Dazai decided to have a good time and simply kill himself in advance.

It's so easy to want to die.

If you take a lot of sleeping pills, you may die in an accident on the way to the black clinic along the mountain road, and you will not wake up from the sleep after the drug's effect occurs early. Even if you are lucky, he can get first aid smoothly, and people in a coma will not resist. If Mori Ogai wants to, order the first aid to be discontinued or push a tube of barbiturate into his vein—

It is dead or alive.

It all depends on Mr. Sen's intention.

His attitude is here, and it is definitely not possible to throw him into the torture room, but if Mori Ogai is willing to send him to die, he will be happy instead.

Mori Ogai's gaze was low and heavy, without any emotion, but a little more strange and alienated. He looked as elegant as ever, but if there was a third person at this time, he might have been overwhelmed by this dangerous person. The atmosphere trembled to the point of creepiness, the smile on Dazai Osamu's face seemed to be glued on, and the two of them remained coldly silent for a while.

After a while, Mori Ogai smiled.

"...You did a great job, Dazai-kun, I'm very happy." Mori Ogai said calmly, "I'm just curious, what changed your mind?"

"...let you be willing to do some superfluous things."

The person in front of him was indeed a child he raised with his own hands.

Osamu Dazai was lying on the soft duvet like a very light ball, his face was pale, but it was better than what he saw in the emergency room before.

Osamu Dazai was in a coma at that time, and the medical equipment irritated his throat, causing him to retch and vomit non-stop. Seeing that he was dying, he reached out and touched the man's face, where his fingertips touched, it was cold and moist.

It was all tears that flowed out unconsciously under the stimulation of physiological reflexes.

The doctor at the clinic originally wanted to ask Mori Owai to go out, but after seeing the man's eyes clearly, he shut his mouth wisely. The gloomy and gentle eyes made him feel chills all over his body just by looking at them. Soon he noticed that the leader's other hand was always holding the oxygen tube. As long as he tightened his fingers with a thought, the boy lying on the bed would suffocate and cough to death.

"It has nothing to do with you." Dazai Osamu said with a smile, "This is my personal matter."

"Private matters." Mori Ogai repeated with a sigh, his voice gentle and soft: "I can easily forget that Zhi-kun is no longer the kid he used to be."

He smiled in a low voice, stood up: "have a good rest."

Osamu Dazai didn't stay in Mori Ogai's clinic for long. His vitality has always been so tenacious that Nakahara Nakaya was stunned. After a few days, he packed up some medicines and returned to his container house. It wasn't him except There is nowhere to go to such a place, but he wants to live here.

The container was located in an abandoned metal dump. He hummed a song and pushed open the door, but the small light bulb inside the room was already on. The only warm existence in the house, the container is very empty, there is nothing but the necessary daily necessities, and there is a beautifully packaged box on the floor, covered with a plastic bag.

Osamu Dazai obviously did not expect to have guests at this time.

The corners of his mouth twitched, his eyes swept across the objects on the ground, his eyebrows were raised high, and then quickly lowered, appearing to be inexplicable and slightly disgusted, and finally he bent his eyes with a smile on his face, and said softly at the end: "Zhongye, Are you running here to show me that you want to be my dog ​​from now on?"

"Hum—" Zhong Yuanzhong also got angry when he heard this tone, but he restrained himself strangely, and the expression on his face was exactly the same subtle: "Thank you this time."

Dazai was silent for a long time.

"It's disgusting, Chuya." Osamu Dazai said, and while entering the room and closing the door, with both hands in his pockets, he tapped the box on the ground with his chin, with a strange voice: "What is this for celebration?"

"Congratulations that you are alive and looking for death again." Zhong Yuanzhong also replied angrily.

Osamu Dazai's face became more and more strange.

This kind of drama is really not suitable for him and Nakahara Chuya, he can see that this slug has listened to someone's advice, and ran to buy a piece of cake—maybe it was imitating the welcome party he threw for this person when he was 15 years old Well, the cream in the box is still very fresh, and Zhongyuan Zhongye can't find him these days, so he can only buy it once a day.

Then run here again to wait for him,

"Your resilience is really good." Osamu Dazai said flatly, Nakahara Chuya's blue eyes are really too bright, they are a hundred times brighter than a light bulb, and his personality is very similar to a puppy, throwing a piece at will With meaty bones, it will wag its tail at its owner.

He is still limping when he walks, and the sequelae of turning on the filth are not healed. His small body is covered with wounds. The needles and threads he clumsily sewed on are probably twisted into a ball in the final battle. It must have taken a lot of work.

Nakahara Nakaya looked at this moment and wished he could run out of this container, with tangled and uncomfortable written all over his body, and the floor seemed to be burning his feet. Even though he tried hard to hide his thoughts, in Dazai's eyes, it was as clear as if he was lying on the floor. The clumsy stick figure in front of my eyes.

A fool who remembers eating but not fighting.

Osamu Dazai felt that he should break Nakahara Chuya's fantasy at this time, at least let that face not show such a disgusting look, or that indifference and pain are more suitable for that face, but he didn't say anything in the end, and sat there calmly. Across the table: "Open it."

Nakahara also pinched his fingers, and began to reflect on what medicine he had taken wrongly, but Koyo Ozaki’s words were still close to his ears—for those who help you or save you from bad luck, you must say thank you , Don't miss the time and opportunity.

Nakahara Chuya: ...

But Koye Ozaki didn't tell him what to do if this person is Osamu Dazai.

Zhongyuan Zhong also opened the gift box in silence. Inside was a beautiful and exquisite strawberry cake with bright red fruits dotted on the surface. He threw away the gifted birthday candle, but he still kept the blank greeting card. Write any line of words on it, before Osamu Dazai came back, he thought about writing some blessings on it for a long time, but he always blacked out the beginning.

Osamu Dazai sighed, lowered his eyes, picked up the messy greeting card with two fingers, glanced at it horribly, put it in his pocket, then took the plastic knife, cut a small piece and put it on the plate , Push it to Zhongye in the Central Plains.

Nakahara Chuya: ...

"I don't like sweets." Dazai Osamu said, cut a smaller piece, and decorated it with a strawberry.

Zhong Yuanzhong also felt that this place was simply too depressing.

"Why do you have to live here?" He was puzzled: "Didn't the leader give you a luxurious villa near the sea, the environment in that place is much better than here."

The garbage dump outside the container was full of radiation-emitting waste, and Zhongyuan Zhong also paused, and then said: "I have seen people who died of radiation sickness."

Radium Bowl Street is the largest slum in Yokohama. There are all kinds of people in it. Nakahara has also seen some people with strange limbs and distorted figures. Some of them are congenital deformities, and the other part is the experiment destroyed by radiation. There are not only experimental products with supernatural powers in the laboratory.

People suffering from radiation sickness did not live long, and their deaths were tragic.

Osamu Dazai hummed: "I know."

Zhong Yuanzhong has nothing to say, as time goes by, this ghostly place makes him breathless, a few pieces of furniture without temperature, roof and walls made of iron sheets, and only one light bulb glows when the door is closed , but it was clear that the sky was fine outside, and it was not yet dusk. He watched Dazai Osamu poking strawberries with a fork, and suddenly raised his hand.

"wait--"

boom.

A large hole was knocked out of the container by Chuya Nakahara. Accompanied by the light, a strong wind whizzed in, mixed with dust and debris, followed by raindrops. Osamu Dazai squinted his eyes and was speechless, wiping away Yushui: "I told you to wait."

Everyone in the Central Plains is stupid.

The beautiful cake, which was just in front of the hole, was even more beautiful in the white sunlight, the strawberries were lovely red, and it would have been better if the pure white cream had not been covered with dust - the only thing that survived was Osamu Dazai cut off two pieces that were placed on the plate in advance.

The damp air blurred their faces, beams of light flowed into the container along the holes, and fine dust floated slowly in the beams of light, crystal and shining.

Tyndall effect.

Also known as God's Ladder.