I am a writer in the world of sorcery

The so-called construction site bruise on Osamu Dazai was actually the wound he was accidentally cut by the debris ejected from the collapse of the building when he blew up the seaside villa. Nakahara didn't want to mention this at all. His partner It's too extreme, either I'll be lazy all day to create a trash character for myself, or I'll make a big scene to make everyone uncomfortable.

He was sleeping in his own apartment, but when a call came in, Ozaki Koyo ordered him to go to that villa like a delivery boy. The problem is that Osamu Dazai was blown up. If he really planned to commit suicide, who would he be if he passed now? His body was already completely cold, and while he cursed Osamu Dazai, the idiot, it would be better if he was still alive, while using gravity to wear off a layer of the locomotive tires.

"Why are you standing there?"

All the people from Black Lizard stood motionless at the gate of the villa, watching the burning inside, the explosion continued, and the concrete pillars fell one after another. He didn't understand what these people were playing. When he came out, he approached and asked, only to realize that someone had already gone in, and it was the order of that person that everyone else waited outside.

The man who went in was the head of the port mafia, Ogai Mori.

Zhongyuan Zhong also felt a bit of a toothache for no reason, and finally stood at the door and waited together, and when the familiar figure in the red scarf appeared in the soaring flames, the man from the black lizard was silent and subconsciously bowed his head in salute.

Osamu Dazai was stumbled out by Mori Ogai pulling his collar and bandages. His coat was covered with dust and blood, and he was in such a mess that he rolled on the ground several times. He could see that Osamu Dazai was seriously injured and limping I turned around and couldn't walk very stably.

No one knows what happened to them before. All they know is that the murderous aura emanating from the leader of the port mafia that day was almost condensed into reality. A needle was thrown in the head and the man was thrown into the black sedan like a dirty, skinny cat.

There is no driver, Alice is driving the car.

...After watching this episode, Nakahara probably figured out why Koyo Ozaki sent herself here. That beautiful and elegant woman is a rare glue for the high-level port mafia. She cares about Mori Ogai, and even Dazai Treating this kind of gloomy and vicious little devil is more or less concerned, and sending him here is probably to make him stand there and remind the two of them to restrain themselves.

But to be honest, just as a bystander, he also felt that the state between Dazai Ogai and Mori Ogai was too distorted.

Leader, boss, Mr. Mori—these words can directly make Osamu Dazai tense his body like a conditioned reflex. Nakahara also almost thought that Osamu Dazai would soon betray the port mafia. There was an anger bordering on hate.

It's not strange to hate, nor is it strange to be angry, but when these two emotions are mixed together, there is a bit of an inexplicable meaning. Every time Dazai Osamu goes to the chief's office, he behaves too well, his iris eyes are slightly lowered, respectful Stand a few meters away, asking questions and answering them.

In the past two years, Osamu Dazai deliberately concealed his sense of existence. He was too young when he became a cadre. He occasionally showed up and never took credit. Even so, those rumors spread too fast. He investigated carefully later——Osamu Dazai not only did not stop it, but actually contributed to it.

If Nakahara hadn’t seen 15-year-old Osamu Dazai sitting on the desk that symbolized power, swinging his legs and playing games, his posture was lazy and comfortable, while Mori Ogai was reading documents slowly beside him, he might really Some will believe those plausible rumors.

Mori Ogai's attitude is also very cryptic, he has always had a conniving tolerance towards Osamu Dazai.

But this time Osamu Dazai's bombing of the stronghold was too big, and he almost killed himself, and the leader of the port mafia also got involved. Within hours, Zhongyuan Zhongyuan also received an email with unclear wording, and the sender was a.

He glanced quickly, turned off the computer with a sneer, and went to finish his work the next day as usual. The port mafia has expanded to Kanto, and its sphere of influence is getting bigger and bigger. During this time, it is in a state of anxiety with hostile organizations. The leader of the organization didn't know if he was in a daze, but he actually had the idea of ​​assassinating a group of high-level people, including the leader of the port mafia. It happened that Mori Ogai had a secret meeting that day.

The assassin was undoubtedly killed, and died in a dark alley. The moment he shot, he knew that the people present were all people with supernatural powers from the port mafia. Countless people were ambushing in the alley that he thought was safe. Heavy firepower.

The leader who led the blond girl walked over with blood on the ground. The black coat and red scarf were gently swayed by the wind. The moment they saw him, everyone knelt down on one knee and saluted.

Only one person didn't lift his eyelids, put his hands in his coat pockets, and looked back at each other expressionlessly.

Mori Ogai stopped slowly, and stood opposite Dazai Osamu. Everyone present knew what happened last night. The young mafia cadres looked more and more impatient. Seeing this, some people quietly raised their eyes, But the development of the situation was completely beyond their expectations.

"You've done a good job, Dazai-kun." The man smiled softly, "As expected of a cadre appointed by me personally, he will make great contributions to me and the port mafia at any time."

"is it?"

"Oh, is Dazai-kun still suspicious of me?"

"Stop joking, chief."

"A mere hostile organization—with Dazai-kun as my right-hand man, everything will be resolved soon."

Osamu Dazai twitched the corners of his lips wearily: "Follow your order."

Under the eyes of everyone, the young mafia followed behind the elder, and casually got into the black car. Zhong Yuanzhong also scanned the faces of the people around him. All of them had different expressions, and some of them even more so. It's so ugly that I can't hide it, I guess I won't be able to sleep when I go back at night, and some people are only vaguely remembering some vague old things at this time.

Mori Ogai's move is undoubtedly a warning, a warning to the entire port mafia.

Even if Osamu Dazai hadn't been hidden from view for two full years, he was still a cadre of the Port Mafia, the pocket blade of Gravity Nakahara Chuya's partner, Port Mafia leader Mori Ogai.

After everyone dispersed, Nakahara took a cigarette and lit it. He couldn't help frowning. He knew Dazai better than the others. He didn't think Dazai would be honored or pleased by this kind of treatment, but Dazai Osamu's eyes that fluttered over him before left a deep impression on his mind like a branding iron.

Those eyes were dark with dead silence.

There is no light.

Gojo Satoru took off the glasses on the bridge of his nose, and turned them lightly in his hands.

Ever since Osamu Dazai discovered that his physical function had declined due to a six-eye jam, something had happened. In the past, Gojo Satoru had always hated interfering in other people's lives, and even more hated interfering in other people's lives. But in Osamu Dazai, he broke through for the first time. own rules.

It's not like he didn't get to the bottom of it, and he even quietly followed this person a few times like a perverted jk, but he was discovered by this person within a few steps, and then turned into a one-day trip to Yokohama, and he finally had to frustrate Admit it - not that something happened, but something was always there, and his blurry vision was the last straw at best.

Osamu Dazai's sleep time is getting less and less. Every night he is sleepy until he is exhausted before he can sleep for a while. Gojo Satoru looks like he is in a coma when he is asleep. No one can interfere with the human state, after all, he himself knows the crux of the matter better than anyone else, and it was at this time that Osamu Dazai finally prepared to start writing.

The kind of preparation without a word.

Most people plan to write a book, which is nothing more than a few steps: collecting information, integrating, drafting a rough draft, and writing it out.But Osamu Dazai is different. He prepared to read a broken book all day and all night. Once he grabbed the book and flipped through it. When he looked at Osamu Dazai again, he almost thought that this person had finally gone crazy. up.

The book was empty, without a single word.

But Osamu Dazai was able to concentrate on staring at it for a whole day, and he could read every page for a long time, so long that he sat in the same posture at the small table all night, with his back straight and his iris-colored eyes Deep and dark, Gojo Satoru wakes up from sleep, walks over to look, it is still a blank page, and Dazai Osamu's eyes are abnormally excited, even if he is carried by him and pushed to bed to sleep, this person is still excited It's going to kill me.

When asked, the man happily said, I know how this should end.

"What about the beginning?"

"I didn't think so."

"How can there be a person like you who writes for an ending?"

"Because there are no variables at the end, there will be no existence beyond my plan, but the beginning is different, it is too difficult to write."

When Dazai Osamu said this, his tone was very brisk, and the haze that had shrouded him for many days was swept away, but Gojo Satoru noticed that the lightness on this person was a little more, and at the same time, every time Dazai Osamu came back They all smell of alcohol and perfume, it's not that he is hypocritical, sometimes he really wants to ask this bastard for clarification.

——What the hell are we doing like this?

He was so irritable that once Osamu Dazai knocked on the door and came in, he couldn't hold back the anger in his heart, and hearing those incomprehensible excuses made him want to shut up immediately.

"—If you don't want to say it, you don't have to say it."

Osamu Dazai was stunned for a moment, as if he wanted to laugh, the corners of his lips raised halfway and then froze unnaturally, finally he took a few steps back silently, unscrewed the door quietly, his steps were as light as if there were pads on the soles of his shoes , The sound of closing the door was very soft, so soft that it was almost inaudible. Afterwards, Gojo Satoru didn't feel the slightest bit of happiness. All kinds of negative emotions were mixed together, and eating three cream cakes in a row didn't make him feel better.

He never got angry with the man again.

He thought he might as well just leave, but he also felt that he couldn't treat Osamu Dazai like this, but even if he stayed, he still had nothing to do with this person, just like when he found out that this person was injured and wanted to dismantle him. Like his bandages, Osamu Dazai always has various ways to achieve his goals, and it is himself who surrenders in the end.

So……

"Mr. Gojo, you can pay." The intermediary staff in a tie finally completed the formalities. Gojo Satoru's thoughts were interrupted. He put his glasses back on the bridge of his nose and handed over the card with the Squirrel sticker on it. He patted the intermediary on the shoulder again, and spoke abruptly.

"You're supposed to be a port mafia, right?"