I am a writer in the world of sorcery

The sleeping pill that Osamu Dazai swallowed this time was something he found from Mori Ogai. I don’t know what kind of counterfeit medicine it is, but it can effectively improve his sleep. The side effect is fatigue. He swallowed the sleeping pill with wine , I didn't sleep for a long time, but my body was terribly tired, and my bones seemed to be rusted parts.

He is no longer in the original world.

It is easy to come to this conclusion. When he was 15 years old, he encountered a monster solar and lunar eclipse. It is said that he disrupted the time in his body. Afterwards, Xia Youjie described a few words vaguely. Back in his own world, a bunch of strange memories suddenly floated up in his head.

When he was four years old, his residence was the old Tsushima house in Aomori. The servants rarely took him out. Naturally, it was impossible to go to the underground game hall in a metropolis like Tokyo to play games. He also didn’t have a cat T-shirt, let alone Someone stuffed candy into his mouth, but that memory did exist, it was extremely clear, and it was extremely real. That night he spent a long time combing in the container before he managed to separate the two memories.

The most direct evidence——

If it was Wujo Wu who was stuffed into the prison gate by him, he would have been punished badly by now, and it would be impossible for him to lie here peacefully.

Osamu Dazai moved his hand to the arm wrapped around his waist, touched down a part along the smooth curve, held the other's wrist, and then went down, rubbing the warm fingertips against the powerful fingers, stretching them open He moved a little, and turned to a more comfortable position.

In this way, the extremely beautiful face of the white-haired man was very close to him, the long and dense white eyelashes cast a shadow under the eyes, the outline was sharp, and the lip line was beautiful—Osamu Dazai had a terrible headache , the sleepiness that was interrupted for a short time hit again, but he rubbed his knuckles on the man's lips with great interest, and rubbed them twice again.

Gojo Satoru has always had the habit of wearing lipstick. Sometimes he closes his eyes and kisses Gojo Satoru, thinking that he is kissing a female high school student. The scent of the lipstick changes every few days. Anyone who has kissed him before Some women are different. The fragrance of this lipstick is so childish, strawberry, grapefruit, and orange are all over-sweet fruits.

Osamu Dazai licked his knuckles with a half-smile.

...apple flavored.

Osamu Dazai shrank back slowly, wondering why this person sleeps so soundly all the time?Immediately he became unbalanced, just as he was about to pluck the soft white hair, a severe migraine pierced his head like a sharp knife. He couldn't sleep, but the headache was so painful that he wished he could just do it like this Jumped out of the boat into the sea, and it was over.

Osamu Dazai rubbed down a little more, put his forehead against the opponent's shoulder blades, and closed his eyelids.

He hadn't seen this person for a while, no matter what time it was Gojo Satoru, his own eyes seemed to be the same as Gojo Satoru, and there was something wrong with his own eyes, he couldn't see too bright blue, but when he closed his eyes, it was a sea again. , the waves are ups and downs, and the bottom of the sea is silent.

His head hurts.

It hurts so much.

He doesn't know what's going on with Wujo Wu's eyes, but he knows the solution. As long as the supernatural power is eliminated, this person can return to his original world. In the world where mantras exist, the six eyes can naturally function normally. The life trajectory that was disrupted by him for three years has also returned to the right track.

The 17-year-old Gojo Satoru came to him because of Randolph's supernatural ability. Randolph's silver key and Yumeno Kusaku belong to the same type of triggering ability, and both have key triggers. If he wants to eliminate Yumeno Kusaku's Ability, all you need is to touch the rag doll of that crazy kid.

In the same way, to eliminate Randolph's supernatural ability, he only needs to touch the silver key.

And that silver key had been lying in the drawer of the Port Mafia cadre's office a long time ago, squeezed together with a bunch of messy key chains, and it had been lying there since a long time ago.

……

It wasn't until Osamu Dazai was woken up by this person's movement that he realized that he had really slept for a long time in this situation. Looking at the window again, it was already daylight outside.

Afterwards, he simply took Mori Ogai's medicine box away, Osamu Dazai couldn't help yawning, and for the first time thought of going back to sleep again.

He didn't need to look to know that the blue-eyed white-haired cat next to him had exploded into a ball, and Wujo Satoru would still be so easy to understand in ten years. He leaned against the bedside table, feeling that the man's eyeballs were almost touching him. The cat-like round eyes are full of confusion and puzzlement, in short, they are exactly the same as the person whose tail is pulled by him every day.

Has he changed so much?Osamu Dazai thought about it for a while, but he hadn't experienced the feeling of being stared at by six eyes for several years-the kind of soul that would be cut open, and there was nothing to hide from the outside and the inside. He sat up a little One point, trying to recall what state I was like six years ago——and then turned my head and smiled at this person.

It turned out that the cat didn't look too happy.

Unaware of flattery, Osamu Dazai complained secretly in his heart.

He also felt that Liuyan was really annoying. If he was not careful, he would turn into a fish on a chopping board. His belly would be cut open, and he couldn't relax for a moment. The sense of unreality and absurdity is exactly the same as when he broke free from the book.

The face is a familiar face, the person is a familiar person, but the expression is too strange.

He had always loathed the illusion profoundly.

The world is upside down and memory is chaotic. Osamu Dazai sometimes thinks about what state he is in. In the final analysis, it is still a paradox of a brain in a vat, as if he is always in a sea with only one A ship that would be overturned by wind and waves at any time, and this ship would never be able to take him out of this sea area.

Every time Gojo Satoru asked him, what exactly are you going to do, he didn't know how to answer this person's question.

Create a world where Odasaku can write by the sea?

Yes, this is his most direct motivation, but at a deeper level, he doesn’t know why he wants to live—it’s meaningless, in a world where as long as more than three people know the existence of books, everything will disappear. It is meaningless, the world he lives in is fake, and may be destroyed by the influence of the so-called main world at any time, so what can he do?

unstoppable.

Unable to resist.

Only accept.

In the past, when he joined the port mafia, he expected to touch the essence of human beings from the emotion of violence or death. By the way, he would find some reasons for himself to live. Now, of course, there is no need to establish contact with anyone, and he does not want to pursue the so-called The meaning of existence, after all, the whole world is a huge lie.

He's exhausted all possibilities and nothing more.

He has repeatedly considered his plan. It will take a total of four years to create a world that Oda can write, and it will only take four years. This plan should have been started when he returned to the port mafia, but Gojo Satoru abruptly After three years of procrastination, he inexplicably lived for three more years, until the pupils of this person hardly had any sense of light, and another person would have collapsed countless times.

too bright.

Osamu Dazai looked at Gojo Satoru's blue eyes that seemed to melt into the endless sky, and stared at his own reflection reflected in the pupils that were as clear as lychees. Beautiful Hai, Gojo Satoru is still a noble cat, more like a boudoir lady than his Gojo Satoru, his pretty face is not stained with any haze, and no one pulls his cat's tail every day.

I am the only one in the sky and the world, and the sky and the world are all under my control.

He really did a lot of excessive things to this person. He pushed him to the prison gate for no reason, made him lose all contact with the original world, and dragged over the person who should have been tossing rotten oranges in the college. The strongest conjurer lost the spell power that he was accustomed to like breathing and drinking water, and then forced him to stay in a broken iron house. There were so many mosquitoes in summer that the cat would bite him at every turn.

The six eyes that can see through everything are useless, and the blue pupils are dim.

But if he was asked to decide again, he would definitely throw this person into the prison gate.

Osamu Dazai is very self-aware. His thoughts on Gojo Satoru are nothing but possessive, like a child clutching his most beloved glass bead. No matter how beautiful the glass bead is, it is still a glass bead. Even if the transparent sunlight can be seen through the glass bead being refracted There are colorful colors, but the glass beads are still not comparable to the precious gemstones. As time goes by, he has no sense of guilt or guilt at all, and he even has a kind of righteousness unique to the perpetrator.

You were the one who provoked me in the first place, right?

But Gojo Satoru in front of him is too beautiful, so beautiful that he is like a precious gem. Glass beads have made countless demands on him in the past three years, but none of them have been fulfilled. But they are really put together. Gems can be thrown into the mud. Beads can wipe away the dust, after all, they are still a person.

These eyes were too bright, too blue, too glaring, he couldn't help but raised his hands to cover those blue eyes, if he didn't cover them, he might be able to see something, in front of the fully functioning six eyes, he There is no guarantee that you will remain invulnerable at all times.

[...can't wait any longer. ]

"What the hell are you doing now?"

"Write a book." He heard his own voice: "I planned to write a book, but I haven't written it yet."

Watched by those eyes, he had only one thought in his mind.

[It can't be delayed any longer, nothing can be delayed any longer. ]

"Why didn't you start writing? Isn't there a fixed deadline for the editor?"

"--you're right."

"It can't be delayed any longer."