I am a writer in the world of sorcery

The abandoned garbage dump was full of metal garbage. Osamu Dazai lowered his head and coughed twice. With his hands on the ground, he accidentally pressed the sharp iron piece and stabbed a small hole in his palm. The pain was worse than before. The back and the place where it was just hit by the fist are not worth mentioning at all.

The death of a member of the Banner Club can play more value.

The last time he paid an extremely inconsequential price in order to keep these few people. There are very few people with supernatural powers, one dies and one dies. In the final analysis, his actions last time were not the optimal solution at all. At that time, he just saved these people on a whim. A few people, but in fact, whether these people are dead or alive, he doesn't care at all.

Anyway, Zhongyuan Zhongye will be tied up in the organization in the end. He will also need the power of the port mafia in the future. The smaller the loss, the better, so why bother?

As soon as he moved a little, he knew that there was a high probability that he would break a few bones—it should be just a few bones. He was evaluated by Nakahara Chuya as having a low-to-medium physical skill that could hang Akutagawa, but it was basically the same as Nakahara Nakaya. Tickle it makes no difference.

Facing his furious partner now, Osamu Dazai didn't even have the mental strength to resist symbolically. Chuya Nakahara didn't use supernatural powers to beat him just now, and he was able to kick him far away with his strong physical fitness.

Osamu Dazai stood up calmly, looked down at Nakahara Chuya condescendingly, and touched his upper and lower lips lightly.

"Why, who died?"

Nakahara Chuya's cobalt blue eyes were like ice, and his fists were clenched so tightly that he could punch this man in the face again at any time. During the Verlaine incident, all his companions at the Banner Club acted in an overly tragic manner. Death was in front of him, and when he got the last call and rushed to the bar, the fool bird swallowed his last breath.

The fuse of all this was the assassination list that Osamu Dazai personally handed over to Verlaine. The names of the members of the Banner Society were at the top of the list.

"Wait a minute, Chuya." Osamu Dazai interrupted Chuya Chuya's questioning, "I know you want to say that the mafia will never let off those who kill their family members, yes, Verlaine has already received his own retribution, but Chuya, is there something wrong with what I did?"

He stared closely at those cobalt blue pupils, and said in a cold voice: "Could it be my fault? Verlaine didn't decide to erase the factors that affect you because Zhongye chose to stay in the Mafia. In the final analysis, no Your question?"

"……what."

"Yes, it was my fault."

Nakahara Chuya laughed back angrily, and was ignited by Osamu Dazai's few words, full of anger. He grabbed Dazai Osamu's tie with one hand and pulled it forward, while the other arm slightly bent, and his fist shined on the piece of paper with great force. The face was punched precisely, so fast that Osamu Dazai couldn't even raise his hand to block it. He turned his face sideways with the strength, and his mouth was full of rusty breath.

"But that's not what I'm asking." Nakahara Chuya's voice was equally chilling: "You handed Verlaine the assassination list, right, Dazai?"

Osamu Dazai sucked the wound in his mouth, pulled out a smile, and slowly tilted his head.

"Yes."

Before Zhongyuan Zhongye beat him for the third time, he pinched the man's wrist with his backhand, and said in a cold tone that didn't match the smile on his face: "I also said, there is something wrong with what I did. ?"

"Or do you think the value of those few people is more important than Mr. Sen?"

Nakahara Nakahara slapped Dazai Osamu's hand away vigorously, his lips trembled slightly, he put his hand back into the pocket of his sweater, then clenched it into a fist, and let out a breath slowly, killing intent made those cobalt blue eyes faintly Flushing red, Osamu Dazai saw his appearance, and the smile on the corner of his lips deepened a little, but the smile reached the bottom of his eyes—the pair of iris-colored eyes were so deep that there was nothing.

"Life is the only value that cannot be compared." Nakahara Chuya's voice was hoarse: "I don't mind if you treat me as a pawn in your layout. After all, you are my partner, and I can accept the inevitable death-but they You just used it as a bait to buy time!"

"Huh? Bait?"

"The so-called leader of the organization, while commanding the organization, is also the slave of the organization. He trains his subordinates and uses them in the most appropriate place. If necessary, he throws them away when they are used up." Dazai Ogai repeated what Mori Ogai said to Nakahara Chu The voice also raised a lot: "What did you say to Mr. Sen before?"

"I will protect this organization that you don't hesitate to become a slave to maintain, and I will become your slave to crush the enemy-I will ask again, Chuya Chuya, is there anything wrong with what I did?"

Osamu Dazai put his hands in his pockets, and said in a cold tone, "Now you come to ask me if I gave you the assassination list? There are so many people who died today, do you want to ask them all one by one, whether I killed everyone or not? of?"

With a flash of red light, the supernatural power of gravity instantly shattered an open space.

Zhong Yuanzhong also said word by word: "So why do you think I didn't kill you directly?"

"Ha, then I should really appreciate your tolerance." Osamu Dazai curled his lips in a mean arc.

"Chuya, if it were me, you would have double standards?" He sneered, "Before you became a cadre, I was still your boss. Now, should I talk to Mr. Mori about your personal grievances against the port?" An offensive act of mafia cadres fighting?"

"Boss?" Nakahara Chuya's voice seemed to be forced out from between his teeth: "Personal grievances? A big fight? Do you think this is..."

"Isn't it? After that, shouldn't you continue to do your best for the organization, after all, it's an existence where your family members are willing to sacrifice their lives... eh!"

Osamu Dazai bent down suddenly, his stomach was pumped into a ball, and in the severe pain, the stomach acid returned to burn the esophagus. , fell to the ground and covered his abdomen, bowed his back, slowed down for a while, and spoke intermittently, his voice was trembling, but there was a slight smile.

"If Mr. Sen asks, remember to tell him that I was sent to the hospital by you."

Nakahara Chuya's raised knee suddenly froze in the air. After a long while, he grabbed Osamu Dazai's collar forcefully: "Bastard! You already knew that I would come to you. Verlaine, you are responsible for this..."

"But now it will take at least a few months for me to recover." Osamu Dazai spread his hands happily: "If you were to be more ruthless, to be honest, I would have been bored with life long ago."

Nakahara Chuya's expression became extremely terrified in an instant. He stretched his fingers, wishing he could beat Dazai Osamu until he couldn't wake up again. Finally, he closed his eyes forcefully, let go of the collar in his hand, pushed back, and Turned around and left without looking back.

Osamu Dazai sat on the ground, and slowly changed into a more comfortable position. He crossed his legs, and every time he moved, he felt half dead. When he curled up his legs, he accidentally touched the wound. gas.

It hurts so much for this short man to hit someone with his hands. He hooked the corner of his lips, and finally touched the wound on his face. The pain suddenly made his expression very strange. At this time, a white fluffy thing appeared in his vision. The mafia cadre was stunned for a moment, raised his hand and beckoned twice: "Come here."

The long-haired cat didn't jump into his arms this time, but sat obediently in front of him, its fluffy and soft tail rubbed against his ankle.

Osamu Dazai rubbed the soft cat fur a few times, and smiled: "I should give you a name too."

Serve it right, Wujo Wuxiang.

A series of actions by Osamu Dazai broke through his bottom line. In his opinion, the young man named Chuya Nakahara has performed perfectly enough. He was not so calm when he was the same age. Gojo Satoru scolded Osamu Dazai for not being able to Being a man, he pursed his lips and walked around in the dark twice.

But he was not sincere in his swearing, and after a few words he couldn't go on swearing, like a stick in his throat.

He saw the end from beginning to end, and naturally knew that Osamu Dazai had caused this injury himself. He sent his most cherished companion to die with his own hands, not to mention Nakahara Chuya, everyone who was sent to die by him probably had Family, friends, companions, normal people like Osamu Dazai, who live like a dead soul - and if Osamu Dazai is willing, he can naturally play Mario in the small game hall for three days and three nights, but He didn't, he insisted on taking the time to come back and deliver it to his door for someone to beat him up.

He wished he could pry open Osamu Dazai's head, and take a look at what this man was planning to do all day long, and what strange thoughts he had.

"Meow."

Osamu Dazai heard the meowing, reached out and grabbed the cat's tail, pulled it a little in his direction, then stroked the cat's head, squinted his eyes and smiled: "Forget it, your original name is pretty good."

"Meow."

Gojo Satoru couldn't bear it anymore, his emotions were violently agitated, he almost slapped this person, and then he himself was stunned, the cat's paw in his sight was no longer a small ball, but it was bigger than a human palm lock up.

Dazai opened his eyes wide.

"...Ah." He sighed inexplicably: "It turns out that the overwriting form cannot guarantee this meaning."

The big white cat in front of me has swollen countless circles than before. It is a big fluffy mass. It looks quite shocking, but its beauty does not detract from its size. Rather, this cat is now the existence that countless people dream of.

Osamu Dazai fell forward, buried his face and body in the long and soft belly hair of the other party, he didn't know what he remembered, he laughed intermittently, and when he raised his eyes, his eyes fell into those blue eyes. The round cat pupils are as beautiful as the extension of the sky, clear and bright.

He was silent for a while, then looked away lightly: "Change back for me."