I am a writer in the world of sorcery

[森さん——o, ri, san? ]

Osamu Dazai never called him properly, the three syllables were rolled over his lips and tongue in a cadenced way, the final sound floated in the air, and there was a slight rise, the child still calls him this way until now.

Sen Ou still had a warm smile on the outside, but a weak sigh gradually overflowed from the bottom of his heart.

He didn't miss the change in Dazai Osamu's expression.

The eyes widened suddenly, the lips were tightly pursed, and the kite-colored eyes rarely looked embarrassed, but this kind of embarrassment only passed for a moment, and then the child clenched his teeth bit by bit, and finally all emotions were as if The undercurrent in the deep sea was quietly buried under the sea surface.

He stared at Osamu Dazai's expressionless face.

He hadn't seen Osamu Dazai show such a look for a long, long time.

The last time he had delivered a gift to him—a latest-model black Grote, he held the child's hand in his own to pull the trigger, and the bullet fired, the child's limp fingers jolted by the recoil. Painful, blood spattered both of them.

The boy who only reached his waist lowered his hands in a daze, and looked at him gently with his eyes open as he did now, as if he was wronged, but also seemed to be ignorant, unable to react to what happened.

Although he knew that everything was an illusion, it was inevitable that he would feel a tiny bit of guilt.

[Ah, so that's the case. ] Osamu Dazai was thinking wildly.

The most critical key has been found.

The mystery is revealed, the fog dissipates, and all doubts are strung together like pearls.

The person who exposed the child's location to iic was Mori Ogai, and the person who introduced the spies of the Supernatural Secret Service into the port mafia was Mori Ogai, since iic entered Yokohama, no, earlier, from Ango Sakaguchi two years ago Being sent by Mori Ogai to deal with intelligence began...or earlier.

From when Mori Ogai cut the throat of the ancestor leader and he participated as an accomplice?

Osamu Dazai didn't say a word, turned around and was about to leave, but when his hand touched the carved doorknob, the crackling sound of the fine metal parts behind him made him stop in place, the barrel of the gun was loaded, and a row of black muzzles pointed at him back, accompanied by Mori Ogai's flat voice.

"Dazai-kun, you stay here for me."

——All bets are lost.

On the antique wall clock in the chief’s office, the hands would bounce every second. Osamu Dazai did not sit down as requested by Mori Ogai, but stood motionless beside him. He stared at the scenery outside the chief’s office, which was so blue that it was so bright The clear sky, the snow-white seagulls, and the boats moored at the pier are all scenes he has seen countless times.

the last time.

He has no doubt that as long as he takes a step outside now, bullets from those muzzles can shoot him and kill him on the spot. He doesn't dislike being shot through by bullets, but dying in such a place is really disgusting—too Nausea—so disgusting that he could spit it out immediately when he thought about it, just like when the doctor used a tongue depressor to press down on the base of his tongue when he had a sore throat when he was a child, and the flashlight that condensed into light spots made his eyes hurt.

A few days ago when he came to the chief's office, he should have noticed something strange. The black envelope had been pressed under the black tea tray, revealing a small corner, and the coat that fit just right. He wanted to find a match right now. The room was lit, together with his black coat, together with Mori Ogai's red scarf, together with Mori Ogai——

Osamu Dazai licked his lips, a layer of dry skin appeared on his lips due to his rush and impatience. A cup of brand new black tea was placed on the small round table beside his hand, which had just been brewed and was still steaming. He is still so familiar with the person on the chair, so familiar that he can now imagine what this person is thinking.

He can't blame Mori Ogai, nor can he blame Sakaguchi Ango, in the end he can only blame himself.

He should have foreseen this ending a long time ago, according to what he knew about Mori Ogai, he could have foreseen this ending a long time ago, just like when he looks at the man's back now, he can imagine his expression, it must be the same leisurely and peaceful expression as before. Gentle, with a little smile hidden in his dark purple eyes, nothing can exceed his layout, and there is no chess piece that can jump out of the chessboard.

Mori Ogai held the white queen in the chess, rubbed it lightly twice, turned sideways, and handed the black tea on the table to Dazai Osamu, with a soft tone, as if coaxing a sick child to swallow bitter pills Tone: "Okay, don't be angry."

Osamu Dazai stood motionless, like a beautiful statue that could not speak.

Mori Ogai smiled again: "Or did I do something wrong?"

After a long time, Osamu Dazai made a low voice.

"..."

"……No."

[It's just that I can't accept it. ]

The black car was galloping on the mountain road. Osamu Dazai slammed the steering wheel, and the car body was about to rub against the rock wall and roll off. He blinked, trying to concentrate completely. His head no longer hurts as much as before , On the contrary, there is a kind of stuffy wood.

"Odasaku——!"

The black coat fell from his shoulders and fell behind him.

For the first time in his life, he knew that blood could be so hot. The blood stained on the bandage was hotter than fire. It was so burned that he couldn't even hold the man's body steady. Every word Oda Saku said seemed to be confessing his last words. , as if he never had the chance to say—

Oda Sakunosuke was a little sorry.

When he was fighting with the leader of iic, he still cared about Osamu Dazai, and regretted that he couldn't say goodbye to Osamu Dazai, but now that he saw it, he regretted it again.

He didn't deserve to die in front of Osamu Dazai.

The weight of life can be very light or heavy. He doesn't want his death to be an unforgettable scar in Dazai's life. It will never heal and can only rot into scabies. Dazai's expression really makes him sad, sad He couldn't help but raised his hand and stroked the boy's fluffy hair, trying to give him some comfort.

[He didn't even know he was crying. ]

When people are in extreme pain, they can't shed tears, Odasaku's vision is blurred, he can't see Dazai Osamu's face clearly, but he can see Dazai Osamu crying.

[I am sorry. ]

Oda Sakunosuke suddenly felt something dripping from his fingertips, which was wet. He realized that the wound that Osamu Dazai had been scratched by a bullet a few days ago was still not healed, and wanted to remind him to be careful not to cause the wound to become inflamed, but this sentence No matter what, I couldn't say anything, and the air inhaled by the lungs was a little less each time than the last time.

"Stop talking about Odasaku."

Osamu Dazai didn't notice that his voice was trembling, it was a very weak tremor, as if he was trying to suppress something, he tried to press the opponent's blood vessels with his palm, trying to stop the blood gushing out, but he couldn't do anything I realized that, just like a person cannot cut off a rushing river, Odasaku's life is like a handful of tightly held fine sand, no matter how much he prays, it will flow out of his fingers bit by bit and disappear.

— He couldn't do anything.

- He couldn't save him anyway.

The wound was a fatal penetrating wound. The cavity effect caused the surrounding muscles to shatter and stick together. The bullet severed the aorta. With the current amount of bleeding, he still had one minute and 20 seconds left.

One minute and ten seconds.

1 minutes.

"...Odasaku, what should I do?"

Obviously he is the one who looks for death every day, old wounds piled up with new wounds, they used to drink and bet on who would die first, the first was Osamu Dazai, the second was Ango Sakaguchi, and the last was Oda Sakunosuke, Oda Saku He is also a killer and a person with supernatural powers. The daily worry is that his salary is too low to support five children.

"...to be the one who saves people."

His has not yet been written.

He hasn't written a preface yet.

The setting sun made the blood redder, and it was so red that it seeped into the fabric of the white shirt.

30 seconds left.

He looked into Oda Sakunosuke's eyes, his own eyes were hot and dry, so dry that he wished he could pull out his eyeballs, the fear and despair that had accumulated for a long time burst out in an instant, and his throat was so dry.

He was so thirsty, he really wanted to go back to the bar and have another drink.

It doesn’t matter if it’s bad to drink, it doesn’t matter if you don’t have time to get together, whiskey with ice, he will definitely not fiddle with the ice hockey this time, and make the glass of wine undrinkable, he doesn’t want to die, he just wants to be able to continue in the tavern There is nothing wrong with killing the day, day by day, muddling along.

Give him another chance, let him save Oda Sakunosuke, whatever you want him to do.

There is no more chance.

"...I understand, I'll go and do it."

Osamu Dazai closed his eyes, he knelt beside Odasaku, his clothes were stained with blood, the sleeves, trouser legs, and the blood seemed to be a melting pot, capable of burning him clean.

His head hurt like someone had driven a nail into his skull, and the gash above his ear was stinging like never before.

He fell headfirst on Oda Sakunosuke and fell into a pool of blood.

……

When Osamu Dazai opened his eyes, his first reaction was to cover his mouth and vomit heart-piercingly, but he couldn't vomit anything. His stomach acid burned the skin of his esophagus. He bent his back, and colorful distorted blocks exploded in front of his eyes. His ears The top piece of skin seemed to be torn off abruptly.

He rubbed the wound with his dirty knuckles, his nerves were twitching in pain because he poked at the damaged part, he looked closer, his fingers were covered with blood, and he touched that piece of skin again , but didn't touch the uneven marks just now. When he straightened up, a book fell out of his body and fell to the ground because of the excessive movement.

Osamu Dazai lowered his head with a blank face, his eyes were dazed and terrifying.

Slowly, slowly, he picked up the thin book, which seemed to have only a few pages.

Turning over the pages of the book, the pages that were previously blank were filled with words, densely packed and neatly written. He turned over page by page, rereading each line of words over and over again. Cold sweat, as if a basin of ice water had been poured over his head.

After turning over the last page, he curled his fingers lightly, lowered his head, and laughed in a low voice. The laughter was hoarse and heavy, with extreme despair mixed with extreme joy. Finally, he closed his eyes and pointed his fingers. Pressing on the page, I was too tired to say a word.

[……I see. ]

[…I get it all. ]

Xia Youjie saw this scene when he came in. Seeing that Osamu Dazai opened the book that hadn't written anything inexplicably, he paused for a moment, but put aside his doubts for now.

He said succinctly: "Something happened in Shibuya."