I am a writer in the world of sorcery

Under normal circumstances, Gojo Satoru rarely quarreled with others. He was not someone who was prone to violent mood swings, but his personality was rather bad, but Osamu Dazai could easily make him angry every time.

When the two quarreled, they quarreled in the dark. They both knew where the conflict happened, but they both knew it well and pretended to be stupid to each other.

He didn't want to uncover Dazai Osamu's shell that can be broken at a poke. On the one hand, he doesn't like to force others. It's not quite right, but that dilapidated house is indeed a place that this person thinks he can go back to.

He has known Osamu Dazai for nearly three years, and he has experienced the four seasons in Yokohama twice. Although the six eyes are gone, it is not so difficult for Gojo Satoru to tell whether a person is lying.

Take Dazai Osamu’s tightly guarded bandages as an example. Every time he pulled the bandages on this person, he would yell like a little girl being molested. Advanced is also gauze, as a person who has also been injured, it is always not as comfortable to wear clothes directly as the gauze is wrapped around the body.

Besides, he already knew that there were all kinds of sores under the bandage.

Another person may be fooled by Osamu Dazai, but Gojo Satoru knew how to kill the curse master and the people who came to assassinate him more efficiently since he was a child. Later, he developed the reversal technique basically by using himself as an experiment, and the injury and healing were controlled by him. He played it like a loop game, holding Osamu Dazai sticky and sliding his fingertips through the bandages over his body - gunshot wounds, knife wounds, burns...he even knew how these wounds were made.

So Gojo Satoru sometimes thinks, there is really no need to hide how tired he is all the time, no matter what he is hiding, whether it is his own sincerity or his own delusions, since he has already lived in this world as a human being, Just live a little more happily and live a little more transparently, but Osamu Dazai can live to another extreme. He had a big fight with this person a few times, and he was so angry that he almost wanted to pull off his skin and tear off all his life. Pretentious camouflage.

But no.

Those disguises were not for him, but for Osamu Dazai for himself.

Over the years, he has also more or less felt the subtle malice of Osamu Dazai, from the broken iron house and the house full of cheap second-hand items, to his six-eye jammed machine, which caused his eyesight to decrease and he could not see clearly. Maliciousness comes without reason, inexplicably.

The first time he glimpsed this kind of malice was because he was uncomfortable being squeezed on the narrow iron bed. When he looked down, he found that the man was staring at him with a happy expression and tried to stretch his legs out. Obviously he was also squeezed quite uncomfortable, but his discomfort It was like a placebo to this man.

It's still the most unreasonable kind of malice-I just don't want you to be comfortable, and I don't want to see you well.

Then this kind of malice grew exponentially after his eyesight went wrong. Wujo Wujo was very annoying when he thought about it. How can someone be so annoying? He obviously has eyes on him, but the person who reacted particularly to this matter is Osamu Dazai, no The happy person is Dazai Osamu, and the happy person is Dazai Osamu. It's terribly complicated and terribly troublesome.

The time he had just had his glasses fitted, Osamu Dazai stared at him for a long time, and said suddenly, "Why aren't you blind yet?"

At that time, he just wanted to hammer Osamu Dazai into the ground, but he still suppressed his anger: "You wish I was blind."

"Yes!"

Gojo Wujo thought that Osamu Dazai just wanted to make trouble with him, he could feel that this person really didn't want to see him at all, and that bit of malice came out of Dazai Osamu's shadow tremblingly, as if hoping that he would see him quickly Turning into a useless person again, he couldn't tell whether it was possessiveness or mental distortion, and he didn't bother to delve into it, so he sneered and said that it doesn't matter if I'm blind, and wearing sunglasses before is no different from the vision of a blind person.

Then Osamu Dazai smiled, sat on the sofa humming a song, and sighed after a while, feeling terribly disappointed and a little ridiculous, mixed with some inexplicable ridicule and joy, in short, it was particularly twisted , Wujo Satoru was so distorted that he turned around and wanted to go out and stay away from this person, and then the person said in an emotionless voice behind his back: "Where are you going? Go out and have a look before you are blind?"

Then he said, "You are not allowed to go out."

That kind of tone made him feel very uncomfortable. Wutiao Wuxin thought that if I didn't care about you, I would have hung you up and beaten you and thrown you into the garbage dump to fend for yourself.

Moreover, Osamu Dazai has double standards. He asks others to stay where they are every day and is not allowed to go anywhere, but he wants to die outside. The frequency of coming back is getting lower and lower. Every time he comes back, it seems to kill him. As if this run-down hut was some kind of scourge that would eat him.

Gojo Satoru felt more and more that this person was mentally ill. He had allowed Dazai to act as a monster for a long time, so long that he didn't want to let this bastard any longer, but once he got a little tougher, this person started to make trouble for no reason, not before That kind of childish unreasonable trouble, but all kinds of vitriolic personal attacks and ferocious quarrels, so annoying that he just wanted to leave.

"What do you want?"

Osamu Dazai told him a story with a brain hole.

Villon's wife, a woman who maintained the family even when her husband was drunk and in debt ran away with a woman, and even went out to work as a maid to pay off her husband's debts. After the speech, Osamu Dazai praised her in an exaggerated tone. A good lover, can be regarded as a model, after talking a lot and then staring at him with open eyes, looking forward to what will happen next.

He stared blankly at the man in front of him who looked like sewer garbage, nodded quite plainly, and said, I know, he actually didn't have any expectations for Dazai Osamu, he knew better than anyone how bad this man was , After listening to this bastard story, I didn't feel any negative emotions, and I just did what I should do, but this reaction made Osamu Dazai dazed for a while, and his kite-colored eyes became deeper and deeper.

Then he opened the book again and stared at a page in a daze.

I really know him so well, Wutiao Wuxiang, I can even tell if this person is pretending to be in a daze.

At night, he turned off the overhead light, went to bed on time, and slept on his side, facing the wall. The light would be darker in this direction. Osamu Dazai estimated that he would stay up late to read the blank book again. About two hours later, the reason why The exact time was able to be determined because he hadn't fallen asleep for a minute—he felt a little more weight on the bed, a corner of the quilt was uncovered, and a body so thin that only bones remained was carefully leaning over to him.

After a while, the man buried his face in again, pressing his forehead against his shoulder blades.

"I have a headache." He heard Osamu Dazai say very softly, and then he shrank again as if he was extremely tired, his breathing was light and shallow, he turned around, because of his movement, the man moved backwards After rubbing for a while, I opened my eyes, looked at him and repeated it again, the voice was still very soft: "My head hurts, Mr. Wutiao."

What can I do, he thought.

He pinched the man's temples according to the elderly program on TV, then rubbed his earlobe, and then went back to massage his forehead. Anyway, the TV host said this method was effective for insomnia, and Osamu Dazai suddenly raised his hand and grabbed him There is a very faint smile on his lips, which is different from his fake and mean smile during the day, and is very real.

Gojo Wujo wondered why this rotten man, Dazaiji, was always like this, there was always something missing, which made him unable to make up his mind to slip him to the garbage dump and throw him away.

He wasn't really dissatisfied with that tin hut. For him, it was really the same everywhere, but this time Osamu Dazai stumbled and fell to the ground as soon as he pushed the door. He smelled alcohol and thought he was finally drunk After reading it once, and seeing that Dazai Osamu's movement of getting up was unnatural, Gojo Gojo suddenly felt that his nerves were broken, and his eyelids twitched.

The bullet penetrated the abdomen, a standard penetrating injury.

Judging from the condition of the wound, he should have finished first aid and recuperated for a few days. After picking up Osamu Dazai from the ground, Gojo Satoru was so annoyed that he wanted to strangle him to death—he had a high fever, and his exposed skin was abnormally high temperature, and he couldn’t breathe. It was hot, but Osamu Dazai could still bend his eyes and smile at him at that time. By midnight, he guessed that the man was going to burn out. After a whole night of tossing, feeding medicine, water, and changing towels, Once again, he has a deep understanding of the fragility of ordinary people.

It's too fragile, even more fragile than the bottle in the old glass cabinet of Wujo's house, it will shatter when touched.

The reason why he didn't go to the hospital was that this man grabbed his collar fiercely when he was still barely awake, and threatened him word by word while coughing that he would rather die than go to the hospital, otherwise he might as well die immediately, With a gloomy and ferocious expression, Wujo Wu threw the towel back into the washbasin at dawn, not feeling sleepy at all, and only had one thought in his mind.

——Lao, Zi, Shou, Enough, Already.

After he exposed the port mafia, he threatened him twice and forcibly recruited him as a driver. With his current eyesight, his normal activities are fine, and driving in the driver's seat is still unnecessary. He still doesn't want to play gt5 in reality, etc. He fished Osamu Dazai out of the bed and got into the car. During the whole process, he didn't miss any reaction from the driver.

He immediately knew that his guess all along was probably right.

The new apartment is not far from the pier. It is on the top floor of a high-rise building. All daily necessities are available. Except for Osamu Dazai’s torn book and the medicine box, he didn’t take anything else. Point west until the setting sun shines through the windows.

The man lying on the bed almost melted into this magnificent brilliance, he took out a piece of candy from the man's pocket, peeled off the candy wrapper and stuffed it into his mouth.

"...Let me tell you, don't go to the hospital."

Gojo Satoru turned his face sideways, and gave Osamu Dazai a cold look: "Why, are you afraid of being caught by the police and thrown into prison?"

Osamu Dazai paused, sat up slowly, and cast his gaze on Gojo Satoru's face without emotion, with a mask-like smile on his face, very nervous, and seemed to threaten to silence him, like an unsheathed sword The dagger was sharp and cold, Gojo Satoru didn't even bother to lift his eyelids at his appearance, and threw a sentence back: "It's not a hospital, I bought a new house."

"What house did you buy without your identity information?"

"You are a cadre of the port mafia, and you can't even handle a false certificate?"

Osamu Dazai suddenly closed his mouth. He sat there with his head down and didn't know what he was thinking. He raised his eyes and looked over.

The emotions in those iris-colored eyes were so turbulent that they were almost overflowing, and they were distorted out of shape. This time, this person stopped doing anything, and he didn't make trouble for no reason. He just looked at it for a while, and his eyes gradually became covered with a smile. , the smile became thicker and thicker until he laughed out loud.

"—have you gone mad enough?"

It was only after Gojo Satoru interrupted Osamu Dazai that he realized that he shouldn't have said that, but he didn't want to apologize, so he lowered his eyes and pressed the tip of his tongue against his teeth. The room seemed to be even more silent, as silent as if no one existed.

"Yeah, you're right." Osamu Dazai said lightly.

silence.

"...Sorry." Osamu Dazai said.

A few seconds later, Osamu Dazai apologized solemnly: "I'm sorry, Mr. Gojo, these days are really difficult."

Gojo Satoru suddenly raised his head. Dazai Osamu's appearance that could scare his subordinates to tears didn't scare him before, but this apology made him feel at a loss. The person sitting on the bed tilted his head a little funny, and finally It doesn't look so fake.

"My intention to leave the port mafia may have been discovered." Osamu Dazai seemed to have thrown away some burden, with a light and cheerful voice: "It is very dangerous to stay in Yokohama, and the Supernatural Secret Service Division that I am in touch with arranged for me I have to leave this country for a few years for the purpose of whitewashing."

He reached out his hand to find two air tickets in the inner pocket of his coat, bent his lower lip, raised his face and blinked his eyes twice, and put on a flattering tone: "Please, come with me, okay?"