I am a writer in the world of sorcery

Naturally, there is no change back, at best, it will become a normal-sized cat.

At a certain moment, Gojo Satoru genuinely worried about where Osamu Dazai would live, wondering if this person would run to arrange another container, and soon he realized that he was thinking too much, Osamu Dazai was just seriously ill, It's not that he likes to wrong himself, a phone call came, and the driver respectfully sent him to a seaside villa. The private doctor had long been waiting by the side, and it turned out that the port mafia leader personally ordered him to come here.

Osamu Dazai smiled, as usual, the light, non-touching way of laughing.

This person told Nakahara Chu that he would have to heal his injury for several months. According to his estimation, it would actually take two weeks. Osamu Dazai was pressed on the bed and given a drip. He tossed like a chicken flying dog.

During the IV drip, he clutched his arm and pretended to cry out for pain, and half-threateningly picked some bottles of painkillers from the doctor.

After more than ten minutes, he was wrapped like a bandage ball. Mori Ogai acquiesced to him and then rested by himself. After everyone left, Gojo Satoru suddenly realized that this seaside villa was more luxurious than what he had seen at a glance.

Also more empty.

It's just a bedroom, the size of which can fill a small apartment. The floor-to-ceiling windows are several pieces of glass. Osamu Dazai is not lying on the bed, with an inexplicable smile on his lips. He stands in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, With his arm slightly blocking the light, he looked out of the window in a vague way.

Gojo Satoru took a look.

It is the sea.

The waves were surging, and the waves set off snow-white foam. Osamu Dazai looked at it for a while, and then began to pull the bandage on his body. The beautiful cat with long hair and blue eyes jumped up and bit one end of the bandage: "Meow?"

Osamu Dazai tugged twice without moving, and lowered his head: "I said, who would put a plaster cast on himself?"

Gojo Satoru: "...you."

"And you, are you really unconscious?" Osamu Dazai tilted his head and looked at the cat in front of him: "The subconscious is so rich? What a monster."

Gojo Gojo thought to himself who are you talking about a monster, but Dazai Osamu stared at him so that he didn't know how to react. Seconds, the man rolled his eyes and laughed as usual: "I don't seem to have had time to try to override the command."

Wutiaowu: "..."

Inside the prison gate, he straightened his back unknowingly. Osamu Dazai took out the envelope from his pocket, cut off the seal, and read the instructions to the piece of paper rhythmically. When he finished reading, he raised his head, and the cat remained motionless. Squatting down in front of him, staring straight at him.

Gojo Satoru tried hard to get the cat to move, but failed.

He immediately understood what was going on with the overwrite command. In fact, after Osamu Dazai finished reading the long string of words, the shell would go into standby mode, waiting for the command to be entered. He breathed a sigh of relief and thought absently about how to break through The seal of the prison gate border, I heard Osamu Dazai's indifferent but somewhat weird voice.

"Your scope of activities is only this house, and you can't go out even one step."

Gojo Satoru looked up abruptly.

"Understood?" Osamu Dazai's eyes were cold, and his voice was not warm, full of threats: "Stay here for me at any time."

Gojo Satoru said to himself angrily, "Get out of here."

But for this shell, Osamu Dazai's instructions took precedence over his subconscious mind. Afterwards, the man read the override instructions again, hugged the cat, dragged his two legs with difficulty, and walked through the large and empty hall, Going to the door again, he opened the door with a bang, and threw the cat to the ground.

Gojo Satoru was really angry this time, the white cat took a look at Osamu Dazai, raised its paw and walked towards the door, Dazai Osamu didn't stop him, and stepped aside calmly, the door just opened like that, Gojo Satoshi wanted to see you torment again I'm just a fool, seeing that one of his front paws was about to break through the door frame line - and then turned back abruptly.

Gojo Satoru:?

He was so angry that his head was a little dazed.

Osamu Dazai blinked his eyes, paused, lowered his head, and laughed sullenly, laughing like a fool, trembling like a flower branch. He laughed for a while, and the wounds all over his body were fine and dense and painful. , I stopped smiling, and lowered my eyes to hug the cat.

—this time he didn't even touch a cat hair.

The snow-white long-haired cat didn't wait for him to touch him, and suddenly ran forward for a certain distance. The cat's movements are so dexterous, if it really wants to avoid anyone, let alone Dazai Osamu who has to walk on the handrail, if he is normal He couldn't touch it even when he was there, so Osamu Dazai took advantage of it and didn't try a second time. He closed the door and slowly moved back to the bedroom.

click.

He closed the bedroom door too.

Gojo Satoru stared at the carved wooden door, his head was stunned and exploded. The skull in his hand was directly squeezed into powder with great force, and fell from his fingers rustlingly. He was annoyed for a while, and the white cat accepted it. Feeling his subconscious, he jumped onto the window sill, his blue eyes staring blankly at the sea not far away.

What to do, Gojo Satoru thought.

He wasn't worried that he wouldn't be able to get out, and it was only a matter of time before he left the prison gate, but he was vaguely frightened—there was not enough time, and it was too late—in fact, it was too late for him to be sealed. In just a few days, in the past, he couldn't even finish watching a Dahe drama, but time seemed to pass extremely fast for Dazai Osamu, so fast that in just a few days, he seemed to have lived someone else's life.

What should I do.

It was the first time in Wujo Satoru's life that he felt so melancholy. He sat on the ground, clutching his head, and couldn't help but want to sigh. His subconscious wanted to get more information, but he couldn't manipulate the white cat to conduct purposeful investigations. He could only After the cat slowly went around the house, opened the drawers one by one, and flipped through the displays on the bookshelves, the villa was really too big, and after half a day, he didn't even finish flipping through the main hall.

- Bang!

Suddenly there was a sudden slamming sound in the bedroom. It should be that the glass smashed to the ground. The fluffy white cat was stimulated by the sound, and the fur of the cat exploded in an instant. He opened the handle, but found that the lock was locked from the inside, and he jumped to the window in the corridor again.

Through the glass, a wine bottle was broken on the ground.

There was amber liquor flowing from the broken glass, a large piece of the carpet at the foot of the bed was soaked, and there was an empty wine bottle on the bedside table. Osamu Dazai held the phone in one hand and pressed something on the buttons, while the other He went to grab the glass on the bedside table with one hand. He was absent-mindedly groping on the table just now, and accidentally smashed half of the bottle of wine.

Gojo Satoru rubbed his temples, the white cat viciously stretched out its claws and pulled off the window spring, got in, jumped onto the bedside table, swung its claws, and the glass fell to the ground with a "boom".

Osamu Dazai glanced at him casually, flipped the phone upside down, and like a mackerel, slowly slipped into the bed, extremely bored.

[I really want to enter the water. ]

Ordinary people indulge in alcohol because they want to escape some pain, Dazai Osamu is not so hypocritical, his mentality can be said to be as good as it is, no matter whether the world is real or not, he is already here anyway, no matter how much he thinks, it will be in vain for himself Adding troubles, this problem is easy to solve, just look at it yourself.

Nothing matters.

Because of the different choices, his life trajectory has undergone many changes compared to the last time, but in the end it was beyond his expectations. For this person, a person's life is a game that can't be worse. He played the first game. One time, and now I have to hit him a second time. In other words, he would have died long ago, but now he has become a death reprieve who knows the date of death. .

He has to live until the future is guaranteed to change and Odasaku can live to write.

With this job, his life became more and more boring.

Boring, the life is foggy and gray, the man has become a walking corpse, his nerves relax and tense for a while, he looks at the sea and wants to jump in, looks at the knife and wants to slit his wrist, looks at the gun and wants to be shot, In his fantasy, he killed himself time and time again, and now he didn't need to dream about simulating death. He was terribly disgusted with the status quo, but he was so tired that he didn't feel like doing anything.

Tired and bored.

Nausea.

He lay on the bed with his eyes open, thinking that jumping from a port mafia building would be clichéd, being assassinated would hurt a bit, and it would be uncomfortable to go into the water and wait for suffocation. Excitedly planning his own funeral.

Let Chuya Nakahara go to Italy to make a super heavy coffin for him, and then escort him all the way to Yokohama?

good idea.

Gojo Satoru inexplicably saw this man squinting his eyes and laughing out of joy, with a sweep of his tail, several glasses on the bedside table were smashed to pieces on the ground, and suddenly the stereo in the bedroom rang twice.

With a smile in his eyes, Osamu Dazai got up half dead, and pulled the rotary phone beside the bed: "Come in."

After a while, a man in a black suit came in respectfully and saluted him. Under Gojo Satoru's gaze, several people moved a wooden box and placed it next to the bed of a young cadre of the port mafia. , there are six bottles of whiskey neatly stacked inside, and Osamu Dazai can get it as soon as he reaches out.

The leader confirmed a few words to the communicator: "Mr. Dazai, the wine cellar has been set up."

Gojo Satoru had a cold face, and the white cat's clear blue eyes were emotionless, as cold as ice.

[What kind of rubbish organization is this?He's going to hang himself, can you respectfully tie the noose around his neck? ]

Osamu Dazai waved his hands with a smile, saying that you can leave. There is also a young woman in the group of mafias. She is the clerk in charge of this business. But he kept glancing at the young cadre's face——

Not at all as rumored, she thought.

He is handsome enough to be called beautiful, his iris-colored eyes are gentle and romantic, his eyelashes are long and thick, and he looks good when he smiles. She couldn't help but raise her eyes quietly, but suddenly bumped into the other person's sight, the woman suddenly lowered her head, at a loss : "Sorry, Mr. Dazai."

She glanced at the broken glass on the ground again, and in order to ease her embarrassment, she lowered her body and wanted to tidy it up: "Your place..."

The other bandaged hand blocked the pile of glass shards ahead of time. When she looked up, her heart skipped a beat. The young mafia cadre stared at him intently: "Don't worry."

The next day, when Osamu Dazai came back, Gojo Satoru choked and sneezed twice in a row.

—This man smells of perfume and alcohol.