I am a writer in the world of sorcery

Osamu Dazai basically didn’t do anything in another world. When he was so leisurely and relaxed, he coaxed Gojo Satoru to sleep. Gojo Satoru’s performance reminded him of the first time he lied to this person to develop and explore. After returning home, it was rare for him to reflect on himself, and then think about the various swear words that this person usually scolded him—hey, it seems that he is really a bit too beastly.

Beasts belong to beasts, if not for the lack of energy, he would be willing to drag this person to kill all the time. Eating cats made him have a subtle way of refreshing, so refreshing that for a while he kept thinking about whether he could eat two at the same time Exactly the same, when he was pressing this person to kiss, he was still thinking of writing a messy and terrible scene, while grinding the sharp canine teeth of this person with the tip of his tongue, and rubbing his fingers along the hem of the other person's clothes bit by bit, thinking that this time he would But the meal replacement is completely replaced.

Be sure to take a good shower.

But in fact, although Osamu Dazai always uses meal replacements to tease Gojo Satoru, he has never done meal replacements. Dazai Osamu has always distinguished people at different times very clearly. The relationship between him and Gojo Satoru is not normal. Relationships are a product of limited-time specials.

At least he was 100% sure that the 28-year-old Gojo Satoru would not allow himself to live like this.

As soon as he returned to Yokohama, he went to the cadre's office to take out the silver key, clamped it with tool pliers, put it in a simple box with a lock, and carried it in his pocket, hoping to find a chance to end all this, but He was just about to drive back, but someone came to him and said that Mr. Dazai, the leader, has a task for you to complete.

The task was not a troublesome task, but he saw the work of an old acquaintance in this incident - the house of dead rats.Dostoevsky no doubt had a hand in it, and he wasn't sure if Mori Ogai saw that too and threw the drudgery at him.

Usually it's fine, but at this time, he really doesn't intend to procrastinate any longer. It would be an eyesore for Gojo Satoru to continue to blind him and look at him when he went back. Silver key?He can eliminate Randolph's supernatural power at any time, but every time he reaches into his pocket and touches the box, he can't open the lock.

Want to go back and see him again?

He picked the keyhole of the box, thought for a while, and felt that Gojo Satoru was probably still waiting for him to give an answer, or to give an explanation. Answers and explanations must not be available. With an unknown smile, he bravely called out, Mr. Dazai.

ah?What did you say?

That bullet was hit at this time, and when Osamu Dazai fell to the ground later, he realized that this was really impossible. When he was put on a transparent breathing mask, he still thought that this was impossible, but this bullet created a short-term pain for him. During the holidays, his vitality and resilience have always been strong. In the words of Nakahara Chuya, he is like a cockroach. After two or three days, he can stand up and take two steps.

After Osamu Dazai was able to move, he immediately bought three tickets without telling everyone.

"Please, come with me, will you?"

Gojo Satoru's first reaction was that there must be something wrong with this person. He stared at Osamu Dazai for a long time. Losing his eyesight didn't mean he couldn't see things, it just made his vision more strange. But Osamu Dazai always smiled and said sincerely Looking at him, after a stalemate for a while, he broke the silence first: "Where are you going?"

"Iceland?"

Gojo Satoru put his hands in his pockets: "Wow, a resort, so your whitewashing task is to go to Iceland to stay for a few years, is there such a good thing?"

"hold head high."

Gojo Satoru twitched the corner of his lips coldly: "With the current size of the Port Mafia, your government here will let the cadres of the Port Mafia go to Iceland to complete the whitewashing task, or will it be several years—?"

"Yes."

"You haven't been there, have you?"

Osamu Dazai bent his eyes lightly, without making a sound.

Gojo Satoru stared at Dazai Osamu: "Don't talk about super-level magic spirits in that place. There are not many weak magic spirits like teeny heads, and there are few people. It is winter for half of the year, and the days in winter are still very short. That What mission did the organization called the Supernatural Secret Service send you over there?"

"whispering sound."

"whispering sound?"

"Aren't you the eldest lady of the boudoir, Mr. Wujo!" Osamu Dazai yelled with his neck stuck, "Now, why don't you pretend to be well-informed and show me!"

He stopped in time before Wutiao Wu came over and pulled his face, stretched out an arm from under the quilt, squinted his eyes, and smiled lightly: "Okay, I'm lying to you, I just want to go there for a while Circle, but I've had enough of the port mafia, it's true."

"It's too cold, don't go."

"But there are beautiful stars, coastal lighthouses and so on. The sea over there is really blue, which is different from Yokohama, and I have basically never left Yokohama. This time I want to stay away from this poor place." Gojo Satoru saw The man looked at him eagerly, and the eye not covered by the bandage flickered: "Please."

Gojo Satoru felt uncomfortable all over by his shameless flattery: "Okay, we'll go when your injury recovers."

"No."

"Don't what?"

"Going right now."

"Forget it."

"Going right now."

"What about dreaming?"

Wujo Wujo thought that this bastard could not even walk steadily, and he was still thinking about something here, and he was ready to refuse immediately. Before he could say a few words, he didn't know which nerve stimulated Osamu Dazai, and that beautiful face suddenly After a change, the voice became louder and unreasonable to the extreme: "I just want to go now!"

Gojo Satoru pursed his lower lip and said nothing. Osamu Dazai in front of him was pulled to the wound by a sudden emotional outburst. The pain made him gasp. After a while, he lowered his eyes, restrained his breathing carefully, and reasoned softly. : "Staying in Yokohama, I can't recover from my injuries. Who knows if someone will shoot me again one day, and now the leader doesn't have much tolerance for me, and I don't want to get involved in the relationship between the port mafia and other organizations." in the struggle."

"Oh."

"...I even bought the plane ticket." Osamu Dazai bit his lip and glanced at him innocently.

Gojo Satoru thought to himself what kind of female high school student was he playing?If you look at him again, he is really going to be blind. He really doesn't understand Osamu Dazai's logic. What nonsense is this man talking about?They have lived in the slums for three years and no one has caused trouble. With this person's ability, it is difficult to find a place to recuperate in Yokohama!

But he also felt that Osamu Dazai could torture himself to death, he could clearly catch the smell of blood escaping in the air, and the wound that had finally stopped bleeding began to bleed again. In the past, Osamu Dazai could cover his fingers when he was scalded with hot water Standing in front of him and yelling for a long time, saying that he was burned, that he was injured, alas, he was in terrible pain, now that the bullet pierced a transparent hole, it doesn't hurt anymore?

Seeing that his attitude softened, Osamu Dazai put on an extremely obedient look again, and when he nodded, the man turned around unsteadily, his feet landed on the ground trying to stand up, but he staggered as soon as he tried hard one time.

Gojo Satoru stretched out his arm with a cold face.

Osamu Dazai stretched out his hand to hold that part of the wrist, rubbed it down a little more, took that hand and moved towards the closet, and when he opened it, he found that the closet was empty. He didn't bring any of his coat and suit jacket Gojo Satoru, and the outside was already It was very cold, but he couldn't wait for another quarter of an hour. Gojo Satoru was going to buy some clothes suitable for Iceland first. After all, the place was terribly cold all year round, so he held his hand little by little. , the person moved towards the door step by step.

What is he in a hurry for?Gojo Satoru is really incredible.

But he knew that even if he asked this question, he would not get any results. The temperature of the hand he was holding was also very cold, and it was cold. Osamu Dazai originally wanted to pry the car and drive directly to the airport, but after being stopped by him The next best thing was to stop a taxi, and he didn't let go of his hand during the whole process.

The road to the airport is not very close. To be honest, he was still worried that the man's injury would worsen like the night before, but the people around him were quietly leaning on the back of the chair, and there was no movement. He was held The temperature felt by that hand didn't rise at all. Not long after, the driver in the driver's seat opened the window. The person was blown by the cold wind, and his body shivered.

Gojo Wujo thought that the shot might have hit Osamu Dazai in the head: "Are you going to play a little match girl in Northern Europe in the future?"

Osamu Dazai stared at him with his eyes open for a few seconds, then stuffed his other hand into his neckline like lightning. This man's other hand was still a little colder, Gojo Satoru almost threw him aside, and finally For the sake of the wounded, he unhappily grabbed the paw and pulled it out, but Osamu Dazai insisted on stuffing his hand into his collar, and he screamed a series of pains in a particularly miserable way when he exerted a little force.

Gojo Satoru let go of his hand angrily: "...why?"

"Shouldn't you take off the coat on your body and let me wear it?" The other party rubbed his head over confidently, lying on his body, his fluffy hair fluffed up because of the static electricity created by rubbing back and forth: "Really Why are you so good after watching so many movies for nothing?"

"No, you're already blind. There's a good movie recently. It's your favorite innocent heroine. It's a pity, isn't it?"

Gojo Satoru said "Oh" indifferently: "Actually, I've seen it."

"Have you heard it?"

"No." Gojo Satoru was annoyed when he mentioned this matter. He never understood why Osamu Dazai kept pestering him about whether he was blind or not: "Just because my pupils can't sense light doesn't mean I can't see."

After speaking, he rubbed the back of Dazai Osamu's neck, which was tightly covered by the bandage. Driven by a little bit of revenge, he loosened the bandage a little, and groped along the edge of the bandage, touching it. He touched several old wounds that had healed, he paused, and moved his hands to the front again, clamping the Adam's apple, which was usually tightly covered, with his fingers, and pressed it again.

It's fine to put bandages on these places, but what are those bandages on the eyes?This person doesn't have the eyes that are so special in anime works, Wujo Wuxiang, as soon as he lowered his head, he saw Osamu Dazai lying on his lap with a smile and his eyes bent to let him toss, his pupils fell into the soft light, that This kind of sharp iris can be surprisingly gentle.

So those bandages are even more of an eyesore.

"If you want to play with these, we can go on the tram..." Before Dazai Osamu could spit out some unpleasant words, he moved his fingers to the bandage on the back of his head, and with a little force, the flimsy piece of fabric snapped in two cut.

The other party suddenly closed his mouth and stared at him with wide eyes.

He was ready for Osamu Dazai to act like a demon in a taxi, thinking that even if Osamu Dazai jumped into a mackerel just out of the water today, he would be able to press it down, but the man was strangely silent for a while, turned around and turned his face away. Buried in his arms, he called out his name listlessly: "Teacher Wutiao."

"What?"

"Do you know the prison gate border?"