I am a writer in the world of sorcery

When Osamu Dazai continued to walk down, his footsteps seemed a little slow, as if his ankles were tied by heavy iron balls, and it took a long time to prepare for each step before he could continue to lift his legs.

It is completely impossible to see that this person drove the car at such a fast speed a few minutes ago.

[... I actually know it. ]

In fact, Osamu Dazai knew what he was about to see, just like when he rushed to see Oda Zuo for the last time—it was too late.

Since Ogai Mori leaked the children's address to iic, the countdown of Odasaku's life has begun, and since he got the book, he is doomed to be unable to prevent Kento Nanami from going to Shibuya.

Osamu Dazai, who woke up from a coma, has no time to participate in the Shibuya incident, unless he does not touch the book. Until now, he fully understands why his future self must make him go to the place where the Zenyuan family placed the sealed item.

The power of the book is to bring to life what is written on a blank page.

If he didn't go to the Zenyuan home to pick up the books, and didn't experience the previous three years, he wouldn't be able to see through the layout of Mori Ogai in advance. Can be used once, only one key node can be changed, and he must make a choice among them.

[I also have a chance to stop Odasaku from entering the port mafia and create a world where he is alive and writing. ]

[I can also rewrite reality with a book and create a world where Nanami goes to Kuantan for vacation. ]

He must get the book, and only when he gets the book can he write a happy ending. Before that, he cannot die. Once he dies, nothing can be saved.

Even so, even though he had foreseen the ending, every step he took, his footsteps became heavier. When he was about to turn the corner, Osamu Dazai suddenly took out a roll of bandages from the inner pocket of his coat, tore off a section, and wrapped it around left eye.

He started to have a headache again, the drill bit that can only drill through the skull seemed to be sharper again, his thoughts were scrambled into a mess, like a rusted monitor, and fragments burst out uncontrollably, memories were all covered in beautiful colors painted over.

The blond man smoothed his suit meticulously and put away the magic tool: "I still have time to treat the kid to a meal."

Delicious crab dishes, opened half a bottle of crab wine, on the roof of the company building, he was watching the sunrise with great interest, and when he turned around, the blond man had already tilted his head and fell asleep against the hard wall.

The letter paper is so thick that it can fill an entire box. When you open the letter paper, a pink and white apricot flower will fall out.

Osamu Dazai touched the scar above the ear with his hands, and slowly exerted force until the force was so heavy that he broke the skin again. The blood dripped down densely along the outline of his face. He looked at the stairs in front, stepped After passing a corpse, he took another step down.

There was blood everywhere, and the fallen masonry hit his feet. He accidentally stepped on a piece of gravel and almost tripped him, but at that moment, what he saw was not some hell on earth, but a beautiful sea. .

Unlike Yokohama’s salty, fishy and dirty port, the sea is clear and blue, sparkling, and there is a small wooden house on the shore. There are no bullet casings on the beach, and the sea breeze blowing across the face is also unique to the tropics. It would make his joints ache.

The blond man wore his formal suit as usual, but with his trousers rolled up, he was clumsily fishing for crabs in the shallows.

The inside of the cabin is filled with the aroma of cooking, and the soup is bubbling. If he is lucky, he can fish a crab from the pot first, dip it in the sauce and eat it half-baked.

The subway station is only that big, and there are only so many steps. He lowered his eyes and only stared at the area under his feet. When he reached the end and turned the corner, he closed his eyes and opened them again.

——In an instant, the brain buzzed, empty, dazed, dizzy, only the drill bit that drilled into the skull was still working tirelessly.

——How can a person be hurt like this?

——Why can you swing a knife after being so injured?

Half of Jianren Qihai's body has been burnt to the point of losing flesh and blood, his internal organs are so torn that they fall out of the damaged skin, and half of his face is covered with white bones. There is only one green eyeball that looks at him meticulously. , can directly see the deep eye sockets, black and empty.

The last few cyborgs who still had enough strength still rushed at him with their teeth and claws. Qihai Jianren's movement of swinging the knife was still steady and crisp. With every blow, the cyborgs were wiped out, and the sticky blood wiped out the brilliant blond hair. It is dyed so that the original color cannot be seen.

"... Nanami?"

The body moved faster than his thoughts, and when Osamu Dazai reacted, the curse spirits standing between him and Nanami Kento had disappeared, and the rest of the curse spirits who tried to attack him lost their form when they were disqualified from the world: " Nanami!"

Only then did Osamu Dazai realize that his voice seemed to have been polished by sandpaper.

The youngest cadre of the port mafia has seen countless corpses in tragic death, and he has also picked up the intestines of the wounded, stuffed them into their stomachs and stitched them up. The screams and wailing echoed in his ears, which has long been a common occurrence for him. Seeing too much without blinking my eyes.

But now he dare not touch Jianren Qihai.

It hurts, it really hurts.

He didn't know how Jianren Qihai endured the pain that could kill people alive and swung his knife, and he didn't know why Jianren Qihai could still stand opposite him calmly, with soft eyes, hiding a little tiredness, as if he was just getting off work Going home, sleepy from working late.

"...It's so stupid, Nanami, it's so stupid." Osamu Dazai heard his hoarse voice: "No one asked you to do this, right?"

When Qihai Jianren heard the sound, his slack consciousness became more concentrated. He tried to turn his body sideways so that Osamu Dazai could not see his left face, but once he relaxed, it became extremely difficult to move his body.

[Forget it, you can’t scare him. ]

[But what if he has nightmares like this in the future? ]

"No way." Jianren Qihai said intermittently: "There are so many curse spirits and reformers, I can't even handle it as a first-level warlock."

"...We can't let those children get in the way."

He lowered his gaze a little, and saw Dazai Osamu staring at him with wide eyes, the iris-colored eye not covered by the bandage was full of pain, as if he wanted to imprint his miserable state firmly in his memory , Jianren Qihai reluctantly held the corner of his lips: "Don't look at it, aren't you afraid of having nightmares at night?"

Osamu Dazai clenched his teeth desperately: "—Nanami, stop talking."

Jianren Nanami didn't feel any pain, he just felt sorry. He had experienced Haibara's death, and he knew that living people were more uncomfortable than dead people. When he saw the deformed person under his feet, he suddenly remembered Dazai Osamu's world. Disqualification can only be applied to spell spirits, not to monsters with bodies.

"...Don't get involved." The blond man said gently, but his tone was a bit tired: "This place is full of reformed people, your disqualification from the world won't help...not to mention you are not even a magician."

[Too dangerous. ]

[I am more worried about the death of my friends and companions than I am afraid of my own death, but even if I leave the magic world, I just close my eyes to myself, as if I can’t see or don’t exist. Instead of this, I want to realize The so-called value of life. ]

[Help the weak, exorcise the curse spirit, anyway, I can see these guys, can't I? ]

[I shouldn’t let Dazai see me at a time like this. I’m obviously an older person. It stands to reason that even if I die unfortunately, I should still tell him by sending a letter. No, it’s better not to let him know as well. ]

Osamu Dazai tilted his head slightly, his nose smelled bloody, obviously there was no blood this time, he thought, logically speaking, after staying in this environment for so long, his nose should have failed long ago——

The expression on Dazai Osamu's face is no longer as emotionless as it was at the beginning, but faintly showing a trace of collapse, which is tiny and flashed by, but this little imperceptible emotion was accidentally caught by Jianren Nanami arrive.

Seeing this, he paused for a long time, carefully considering his words, thinking over and over every sentence in his heart.

[If I said something to him before he died, then these words will definitely become his curse, no, absolutely not, I hope he can live a good life in the future, whether he writes a book or becomes an office worker, In short, to become a stand-up adult. ]

[No, this sentence cannot be said. ]

[He is still thinking of dying, when I die, will anyone stop him?Fuhei, Polygonum cuspidatum, Wutiao... The people in Gaozhuan will definitely do something, fortunately he stayed in Gaozhuan for a while. ]

[If I say I hope he will live a long life, will he persist in surviving? ]

[……Too cruel. ]

[Unlike Knotweed, although I said to the child too much, "I'll leave the rest to you", but for Dazai, such words are like throwing a fish out of water into the desert, and he has to Break it up and knead it again. ]

[I'm really sorry, there are still many good things happening in this world, but I let you see them. ]

Suffering such a serious injury, accompanied by blood loss and hypoxia, Jianren Qihai's thinking speed was not as fast as before. He thought for a long time, and felt that none of the drafts he came up with were suitable. Already as pale as a dead person, Jianren Qihai didn't know what to do after seeing him.

[……Longevity. ]

Finally, he moved his lips slowly, sounding very apologetic.

"...Sorry, I won't be able to eat crabs with you in the future."

Osamu Dazai was pinned there motionless, his whole body was stiff, his breathing was light and rough, he swallowed a bit, and replied in a very low voice: "—it doesn't matter."

[I can still use books to bring you back to life, no need to apologize to me. ]

Jianren Qihai smiled slowly when he heard it, and could no longer support the standing posture. It was already a miracle that he could barely maintain consciousness for so long, but now he couldn't hold on any longer, so he fell backwards, and finally , the tenacious willpower was shaken for the first time.

Before closing his eyes, he was still thinking about the phrase of longevity.

He really hoped that Osamu Dazai could live well and live a long life.

"……Longevity."

Osamu Dazai suddenly opened his eyes wide, and looked at Nanami Jianren dully and blankly, but the other party could no longer give him any response, he stood there stiffly, for a long while, lowered his eyes, and repeated word by word.

"Longevity--?"