I am a writer in the world of sorcery

Gojo Satoru was shocked, and just when he was about to say something, the rain outside suddenly increased several levels, and when the strong wind blew, the dilapidated house was half wet, so he picked up the piece of broken iron sheet from the ground, and forcibly Damn it, stunned, squeezed and deformed the broken door, barely blocking the wind.

"Teacher Wutiao?"

Gojo Satoru pulled out a perverse smile, and in the next moment, he was in front of Dazai Osamu, looking down at him condescendingly, the two were very close, Dazai Osamu raised his head slightly, and only those "abnormal" eyes were in his sight , It is so beautiful that it is creepy, it is directly facing the illusory and terrifying endless sky, the horror experience when I was dragged into the domain by this person last time uncontrollably surged up.

"I don't remember any rotten orange favors enough for me to be a teacher to anyone." Gojo Satoru obviously noticed the emotion overflowing from Osamu Dazai, put his hands in his pockets, and stood up straight: "You know me, tell me Tell me? What's going on here?"

Osamu Dazai looked at Gojo Satoru blankly for a while, took a step forward, and suddenly raised his voice: "You ask me what's going on? I want to ask you what's going on!"

He didn't give the person in front of him a chance to speak: "Don't you have six eyes? Don't you know how to see for yourself? After all, you are a conjurer, right? You guys are talking about one set of magic tricks, the last one Gojo Satoru in front of me is a 29-year-old adult man, what's your situation now?"

Gojo Satoru opened his eyes wide: "29 years old?"

Osamu Dazai pointed to the mucus all over his face. The mucus on his eyelashes dried quickly and was already clumsy: "I braved the heavy rain outside to find you in the middle of the night. By the way, explain why you are doing this." for me?"

Wutiaowu: "..."

Gojo Satoru was deeply shocked.

"So what will I be like in the future?"

Wu Zou nestled on the small bed in the corner, with two long legs that had nowhere to rest, overlapping each other, and the low-wattage light bulb above his head cast a little dim light. The bed looked very cramped and cramped since he sat on it, as if at any time. At this moment, he is like a curious cat, interested in digging up something interesting from Osamu Dazai.

"It hasn't changed at all." Osamu Dazai said, "That face said that he is a high school student, but people still believe it."

Gojo Satoru said, "Well, it's hard for me to grow old."

In fact, the change is quite big, and Osamu Dazai glanced at him annoyed.

Although Gojo Satoru, who is nearly 17 years old, is still not very serious, he is indeed a mature man who has gone through thousands of sails and has not been surprised. Wujo Wu’s self is the arrogance of Lao Tzu, who is the only one in heaven and earth. He is young and omnipotent. The 29-year-old Wujo Wu’s self seems to have seen too many things and knows that only he can bear some things, so he doesn’t bother to care about others. think.

A comparison shows that Wujo Satoru is no longer young.

No longer young refers to not looking old, nor growing old, but losing the feeling of youthful vigor when you were young and not knowing the pain when you hit the south wall, and the enthusiasm that is unique to a certain stage of life, 29 years old Adults can already clearly and calmly calculate gains and losses, stop losses appropriately, stop when enough is enough, and don't force them. In the end, time can smooth everything out.

Some things still die at that age.

Osamu Dazai was calm in front of Gojo Satoru. He never concealed what he asked and answered, but only answered selectively. Anyway, what he said was the truth, and Gojo Satoru's six eyes were not just a display.

As for what this person thinks, he doesn't care.

"...what happened to you and me at 29?"

"Because I didn't let him go out and quarreled, he got angry and jumped out of the window overnight."

Gojo Wujo thought that he couldn't do such a naive thing now, how could he live better or go back to life? Listening to it, he was very entangled again. The scenes shown between the lines of Dazai Osamu were beyond his imagination, anyway He couldn't think of anyone he would be so close to - neither of them were like this before Xia Youjie defected.

"Then?"

"Tentacles, binding, you conjurers are really weird."

"Where is this broken house?"

"My family, you will also live here in the future."

Gojo Satoru stared at him in disbelief. At this moment, there was a thunderstorm outside, lightning flashed, the light bulb in the room jumped twice, and short-circuited with a bang. Gojo Satoru asked in a stiff voice in the darkness: "Why should I?" Do you want to live here too?"

"Because this is my home, you live with me."

"……Just kidding?"

"I said I didn't lie, can't you see?"

Gojo Satoru let out a long breath. It was the first time in his life that he experienced this kind of collapse. It was different from the spiritual impact caused by the curse of the curse. It was a 17-year-old DK who knew that he would be a terrible adult in the future. He re-watched Osamu Dazai's At that time, his arrogance was not as strong as before, and he only thought that I must behave well when I go back.

The door was shaken by the wind, Gojo Satoru and Dazai Osamu silently stalemate for a while: "At dawn, go find someone to fix it."

Osamu Dazai took out his empty pocket: "Where's the money?"

Gojo Satoru pushed up the expensive round sunglasses on the bridge of his nose a little more, and was very shocked. When in his life had someone asked him for money: "The future Gojo Satoru has no money?"

Osamu Dazai: "He depends on me for support, what do you think?"

Wutiaowu: "..."

The small round sunglasses suddenly slid down a bit.

The young master of the Wutiao family who is on the altar always pays attention to ostentation. Whenever he has suffered such grievances, he nestled at the foot of the bed for a while with a shocked face, and began to take out his pockets, but he didn’t have the habit of carrying money. The man pointed to his coat: "Sell it."

Gojo Satoru wrapped up his coat: "Is there a shop for playing steel balls outside?"

Osamu Dazai rested his forehead and sighed.

He really didn't expect that this troublesome thing was going to play steel balls.

Osamu Dazai patiently explained the situation outside to Gojo Satoru. There is a place to play small steel balls, but no one dares to play now. As he was talking, he watched the blue eyes of the young master getting brighter and brighter. Shut your mouth slowly.

"Wait a minute." Gojo Wu's tone was rather flamboyant: "Tomorrow I will find someone to repair the door."

The special feature of the Dragon Head War is that none of the participants are good people. In the final analysis, it belongs to the mutual killing among social organizations in the village. Gojo Satoru has no psychological pressure on black people eating black people. Osamu Dazai looked at him with a half-smile, so he naturally knew What kind of idea did this person come up with, and cooperated with him to introduce several unloading points at the pier that are prone to firefights.

After speaking, he felt pain from the wound, and he was very thirsty. This basement is not big, but the kitchen is separated on the other side. There are old-fashioned gas stoves and iron kettles in it. If you want to drink water, you have to boil it. Dazai Zhi felt that it was troublesome, so he took off his coat and put it on the chair, walked to the bed, pushed Gojo Satoru's shoulder, and motioned him to go inside.

Gojo Satoru moved to the nest, but this bed was originally a single iron bed, and he couldn't get anywhere. Osamu Dazai shook off the quilt and covered him, and when he closed his eyes, he heard the person beside him making a nonchalant gesture. But a very curious voice: "How did you get your injury?"

"Stray bullet."

"Then what is the relationship between me and you?"

After a while of silence, Gojo Satoru heard this person's light voice: "In short, it has nothing to do with you now."

Osamu Dazai fell asleep for a long time, until he woke up and started to have a headache again. Since returning to this world, he has had a very high frequency of headaches, not enough sleep, too much sleep, there is no light in the basement, and he didn’t know for a while What time was it, the person who was still lying next to him last night had disappeared, and the iron door was knocked in from the outside, as if to put him in jail.

Last night, it was better to say that he was in a coma rather than sleeping. His consciousness was so blurred that he didn't even know when Gojo Satoru left. He sat up slowly, went to the kitchen to wash his face, put on his coat again, wrapped it tightly, and did After all this, he dialed the watch with his fingertips.

On the small display screen, a red dot flashed.

Osamu Dazai raised his eyebrows quickly.

The little red dot didn't move, and the location shown was not the places he mentioned yesterday, but in the stronghold of the hostile mafia organization in the port. He checked the communicator, and there was no movement, so he lay back to sleep and returned to the cage He felt that when he opened his eyes again, the little red dot was still there.

Osamu Dazai lay on the bed for a while, sat up from the bed, walked to the door, bent his knees and kicked it several times before kicking the door open. In the depths of the alley, he heard an old Suzuki, he got in and fiddled in the back seat After a while, a bloated middle-aged man wearing a hat and mask came out again. He didn't even drive Mori Ogai until he disguised himself to the point indicated by the red dot.

The road in Yokohama was broken a lot, and he took a longer detour. It is best to be cautious at this time, but the third time he had to detour because the bridge was blown up, Osamu Dazai still felt a little annoyed, he unscrewed the The window was intended to let in some fresh air, but it smelled something different from gunpowder smoke and blood.

Fluffy and steaming.

Next to the broken bridge, there is an old man pushing a cart. The wooden basket on the cart contains some soft pastries that are still steaming. The pastries are all carefully shaped into animal shapes, and there is also a basket of colorful sugar. The foot on the accelerator unknowingly loosened a little, and the speed of the car slowed down a lot. After a while, the broken car drove back backwards and pulled over to the side of the road.

He bought back all the small basket of candies and a small bag of pastries. For these cheap candies, Osamu Dazai used a dagger to slit the seams of the outer pocket of his haute couture coat.

The sneaking process was not difficult for him. He didn't even bring a gun, but the more he groped inside, the more gloomy his face became. When he bypassed the guards and touched the back of the warehouse full of metal boxes, he saw five When he realized it, those iris-colored pupils were suppressed beyond recognition.

Osamu Dazai stood there with an unpredictable expression for a few seconds before walking forward unhurriedly.

Gojo Satoru heard the footsteps, raised his head sharply, and recognized the bloated ball of clothes at a glance. He blinked twice, silently made a mouth shape, and then waved to Dazai with a smile. It was a girl in a coma, looking thirteen or fourteen years old, and Osamu Dazai knew without looking that she was a child from the side of Raibo Street, dirty and willing to do anything to survive, but now Raibo Street is empty. Sheep tissue that can protect children.

"How did you get in here?" Gojo Satoru asked in surprise.

Gojo Satoru himself was also dirty, his body was covered with dirt, it looked like he had rolled many times on the ground, his white hair was covered with ashes, his sleeve was scratched a little by the bullet, but he was not injured.

"This girl was injected with a tube of injection. The chemical formula analyzed is quite harmful to the human body. Is there any hospital in your city..."

Osamu Dazai stared at Gojo Satoru, and interrupted him without emotion: "Where's your no-lower-limit spell?"

Gojo Satoru was a little surprised: "You even know the no-lower-limit spell?"

Facing Dazai Osamu's rather oppressive gaze, he shrugged his shoulders: "It can't be used anymore. Since an hour ago, my original spell power suddenly started to leak, and now there is no spell power at all."

He pointed to the back of the warehouse again: "I just found out that there are not many guards behind, and I planned to knock those people out directly, but since you can find this place safely, I will give you the task of leading the way."

Osamu Dazai didn't answer his words: "Can you recover?"

Gojo Satoru gently picked up the little girl, and turned his face casually: "It can't be done, there is no magic power in this world—"

He paused, and looked at Osamu Dazai inexplicably: "What are you upset about?"