I am a writer in the world of sorcery

Scorch marks all over the floor, Osamu Dazai picked up the small square from the blood of the **, after the seal was activated, eyes grew on every side of the prison gate, each eye was extremely beautiful, and many pupils moved together , and finally their eyes were glued to Osamu Dazai's face.

inhuman.

Unspeakable terror.

Osamu Dazai held the gate of the prison, the palm of his hand was wet and slippery, icy cold, the base of his finger touched the white eyelashes, moved lightly, and touched the iris again, he took a slight breath, trying his best to ignore the scalp hair The taste of hemp.

It’s not that he was worried about Gojo Gojo’s retaliation after he broke the seal, nor was he frightened by this weird sealed item... Maybe, maybe, he did have some subtle resistance to this kind of ghost thing that resembles a human being. , He resisted the idea of ​​throwing this thing away, tore off the bandage from his arm and wrapped it around his palm, but the experience of holding a bunch of pieces of meat in his hand was really terrible.

He frowned, slowly put the prison gate into the front pocket of his shirt, and then closed his black coat, cold sweat unknowingly leaked from his back, covered his aching head with his other hand, and walked slowly to the subway Stand on the side of the safe passage and pry open an empty car.

When he was sitting in the driver's seat, he took out the prison gate and put it in front of the windshield. The thing was still looking at him, and each pupil was bright blue. Osamu Dazai stepped on the accelerator, His eyelids drooped due to exhaustion, and he couldn't hold it for about three to ten minutes—the spirit was consumed at an inexplicable speed, and his body was as weak as melted butter.

At the same time, this man's plan turned over for the first time, but he didn't realize it.

——Gojo Satoru still retains consciousness inside the prison gate.

Sensitive senses, except that he couldn't tear open the prison gate, it was the same as before, and the wounds on his body healed instantly after being disqualified in the world and not working.

Osamu Dazai is not a magician and has no magic power. This fatal difference caused the prison gate to not be fully activated. After all, it is already a fantasy that a person who knows nothing about magic can seal the strongest magician. Countless information about Gojo Satoru has been collected, but none of them are of much reference value.

Spells and curses are not things that can be explained in detail, not to mention the Six Eyes that can change the balance of the world. After all, no one in the world can figure out what he is except Wujo Wu himself.

The prison gate became a world of its own, and the concepts of time and space disappeared. Gojo Satoru threw a few shovels into the void, but they all fell into the sea like mud cows. He kicked away a few skulls, cleared an open space and sat down. Staring at Osamu Dazai without blinking, his mood was extremely bad.

The blue pupils extending from the sky are like the sea before the storm, and the chill is covered in the depths like an undercurrent, violent and cold.

He found that when this man was alone, he finally couldn't wear the mask that should be smashed tightly. Osamu Dazai's face was pale, his thick eyelashes were drooping, his body was thin, and every part was bony. , he was driving the car, but he seemed to be very unresponsive, and occasionally he would be in a trance.

Gojo Gojo snorted and laughed, but his heart was not feeling well.

Outside the prison gate, Osamu Dazai had a strange expression on his face. He peeped too much from the book, and as a result, he often doubted everything around him.

... Am I real?Is this world real?

The absolutely unsolvable philosophical problem has become a reality that Osamu Dazai must face and force himself to solve and accept.

He has always had a deep and heavy mind. The book is just a simple carrier of supernatural powers, and it is impossible to give answers. If it is a different person, he may pass this hurdle after struggling for a while, but when it comes to Osamu Dazai, these questions are like ghosts. The curse haunts him all the time, making him unable to escape.

Dazai tried to concentrate.

"...!"

Something suddenly wrapped around his wrist, cold and sticky, with viscous liquid hanging from it. In the next second, he slammed the steering wheel and hit the car horn with his elbow—the sharp whistle sound and the crooked bump When he got on the car body on the side of the road, the airbag popped out with a bang, and he slammed his head on it, but he didn't care about the uncomfortable squeeze, and opened his eyes wide to pull the tentacles on his wrist.

"...Teacher Wutiao?"

The voice sounded normal, but it was full of doubt and temptation.

Gojo Satoru ignored him.

no response.

Osamu Dazai tightened his jaw, picked up the prison gate from his leg, and the sudden impact knocked it off the front of the windshield. After taking it in his hand, Osamu Dazai became more aware of the nature of this sealed item.

It is alive.

Greasy and wet tentacles protruded from this small square. Osamu Dazai leaned against the back of the seat and slowly took out the dagger from his body. With a flash of cold light, the sharp blade cut the protruding arm and foot into two pieces. But immediately regenerated.

Cut again.

longer.

Cut again.

longer.

Osamu Dazai stiffened his body, carefully observing whether the thing had self-awareness, but no matter how it looked, it looked like an unconscious activity. The suction cups on the arms and feet would not cause any harm to him, but they could stretch out layers of red marks on the skin .

The prison gate seems to be deformable. At this moment, he clearly feels that the cube he is holding has expanded a circle compared to before. Disqualification from the world has no effect on it. in the end.

The arms and legs stretched out one by one, curly and slowly, wrapped around his ankles, pushed the fabric away, and slowly climbed up the calf.

The car swung its tail by the river, and the tires rolled up a lot of mud. Like an octopus, Osamu Dazai forcibly grabbed off the wrists and feet on the ankles, and then carefully held them with both hands.

Along the way, he summed up the rules.

——This ghost likes warm and humid places, and it is especially small, and it will sneak in whenever it sees a crack.

[All this is a spontaneous reaction of the sealed item? ]

The prison gate, which was extremely annoying on the road, became stable after being held by him.

Gojo Satoru leaned on his chin in the dark, and hesitantly touched the skin on his arm. After a few seconds, he felt that he had been slapped from the beginning to the end again. Involuntarily got up from the ground, lowered his head, jumped on the spot twice, retracted his neck, and shook his body sensitively.

The experience was so weird.

He seems to have an extra body that can be manipulated and deformed at will, and all the information received by that body will be returned intact and exactly the same.

The white-haired man moved his fingers viciously.

Osamu Dazai snorted, and then his face became quite ugly.

The state of the prison gate border really exceeded his expectations.

[In any case, the person with supernatural powers who contacted Germany must be put on the agenda—this thing can’t be in this state, just in case, after returning, you must try to use supernatural powers to confine it again... Even if the prison gate is opened again, inside You have to be a fool. ]

As he thought about it, he walked towards the river, looked at the rushing water, and wondered where it would be more appropriate to jump off.

Gojo Satoru froze for a moment, and was so angry that he crushed five skulls in succession.

"are you crazy!"

Although he knew that the other party couldn't hear him, he still gritted his teeth and cursed at Osamu Dazai, his cat fur all over his body exploded: "You locked me here just to jump into the river? Didn't you shout every day that you want to commit suicide happily, and you can fucking die Did it succeed...?"

Gojo Satoru shut his mouth and watched Osamu Dazai pull the bandage on his body. His face was gloomy and his expression was extremely delicate. The man tied the prison gate with a bandage and tied it to his wrist—he knew this knot. , The purpose is to die for love. It is said that lovers will jump into the sea and river together after wearing the tie, and they will never be separated.

Osamu Dazai looked at the knot in his hand, and walked around to a deep and dangerous river beach.

"...Are you sick!"

Gojo Satoru couldn't bear it and repeated it loudly again, angry and anxious, if he could go out now, he would probably be able to hold Dazai Osamu right away to let him feel what it means to die even if he wants to die, but he thought it was impossible, it was too much , It's so pitiful, such a tattered body, full of shocking injuries, just jumped into the river like this, choking half to death——

Why do this?

He wanted to bite the bastard, but he stared at the river for a while, closed his eyes, and fell forward with a flat expression.

……

It was the first time he had seen this man seek death.

A half-smile, with some transparent bubbles escaping from her lips, fluffy and soft hair like a crow's feather, slowly swaying with the water flow, her beautiful face is immersed in the water, and the light and shadow leave a false and real gap in the iris-colored pupils. shadow.

In the process of waiting to die, he kept his eyes open, and his slender, white hands relaxed by his side, without struggling at all.

He saw the smile in Dazai Osamu's eyes deepened, and a ridiculous thought split his head like lightning.

--madman.

He had been waiting for a long time, but no one came to rescue him. Gojo Satoru suddenly realized that the inexplicable restraints on Dazai Osamu who kept him alive somehow lost their effect, maybe they dissipated. He suddenly became nervous and anxious Stretching his body, he thought to himself, why didn't someone pick him up?

Impatience, boredom, depression, suffocation...all kinds of negative emotions pressed on him, all kinds of messy thoughts popped up together, Gojo Satoru clenched his fingers restlessly, a trace of helpless frustration slowly permeated from the bottom of his heart.

[... Help him. ]

That handsome face became paler, and the iris-colored pupils seemed to lose focus. This person seemed to have exhausted the last bit of oxygen, his chest twitched slightly, as if he had choked on water again, and the hand hanging beside him suddenly moved——

"Cough, cough, cough..."

Osamu Dazai was drenched, kneeling on the bank, trying to cough out all the water in his lungs, his trachea hurt, his vocal cords were hoarse, his expression was indescribably tired, his eyes were cold and indifferent, his nails were full of sand, They were all pulled out by grabbing the fixed objects on the shore before.

After coughing for a while, he stood up unsteadily, tore off the knot on his wrist, and stuffed the prison gate back into his shirt pocket.

Only then did Gojo Satoru know that Osamu Dazai could swim, and he could swim well enough that he could save himself from the rushing river.

He breathed a sigh of relief, so confused that he didn't know what he was thinking. He noticed that this was a deserted river beach, and the afterglow of the setting sun painted the splashed water droplets with brilliant gold—wait a minute, setting sun?

Tokyo shouldn't have such a river beach. This city is overcrowded, and places with slightly better scenery hardly exist when no one is there. Then he saw Osamu Dazai turn his face to the side, as if to confirm something, and then walked towards Walk up the embankment.

The man had not walked along the road for a long time, his hair was still dripping with water, when he reached the fork, suddenly a bunch of black cars appeared from all directions, the doors opened, and a bunch of people in black suits came out, All with guns.

The old man at the head bowed respectfully to Osamu Dazai.

"Master Dazai."