I am a writer in the world of sorcery

"Prison Gate Border?" Gojo Satoru said, "Ah, it's the thing that Monk Yuanshin turned into after his death, right? How do you know this?"

"I just want to ask, after all, it's hard for me to understand how your strange props work." Osamu Dazai turned his head slightly, revealing one eye: "I heard that it is a knot that will never be broken. boundary?"

He wanted to send the bad-tempered cat back, but the thing in the prison gate was too evil, he didn't know what state it was inside, and he didn't know whether the Wutiao Wu who was sealed by him was still inside.

"Yes."

Gojo Satoru casually gave an answer: "A barrier that cannot be broken from the inside."

"So absolutely."

Gojo Satoru lowered his head, and just as his gaze was about to fall on Osamu Dazai's face, the man wrapped his arms around his waist and buried his face back. He could only see the top of his soft and fluffy hair, but when he heard Osamu Dazai's voice, he vaguely felt The man's mood was a bit wrong, so he stretched out his hand and fiddled with those ridiculously soft hair twice: "It's also a kind of surgery."

As long as it is a magic formula, it has its weaknesses. The most direct solution is to interrupt the center of the magic power. Just like a car without fuel, as long as there is no magic power, no matter how strong the sealed item is, it will not be effective. There is a so-called absolute existence.

Osamu Dazai's arm holding him had relaxed at some point, and he looked again and found that the man was completely asleep, in a dark sleep, unconscious, with his legs resting on the seat in such an uncomfortable way. On the edge of the chair, Osamu Dazai, who had calmed down, lacked the bastard energy he usually intentionally put out, and actually looked a bit obedient, his thin eyelids were lightly closed, and his face was sickly pale.

Gojo Satoru reached out and patted the driver's shoulder, his voice was very low: "Stop the car, turn up the temperature of the air conditioner, turn it on steadily, and pay the fare according to the time."

He didn't know if Osamu Dazai was really too tired. He was so tired that the movement in the car didn't wake him up. Gojo Satoru looked at the departure time on the ticket, folded the two cardboard cards and stuffed them in. The interlayer of the front seat has a very small range of motion, and the body remains motionless all the time.

In fact, Gojo Satoru has no interest in going to Iceland. Unlike Osamu Dazai who has been trapped in Yokohama, there is no place on this planet that he cannot go to, no matter how harsh the environment is. With the crust, he has naturally been to Northern Europe, lying in a log cabin near the Arctic Circle and watching the aurora.

It's late autumn now, and asking him to go to Iceland seems to him to be a form of seeking guilt in disguise, but the tattered guy in his arms is too stubborn, and he doesn't know where this person sees travel Promotional video, but Osamu Dazai's expectation was real, he found that little bit of expectation as faint as a firefly, so he swallowed the rejection again.

"Forget it, keep driving." Gojo Satoru thought for a while, then patted the driver again.

When he woke up Osamu Dazai, the man opened his eyes and looked around in a daze, sat up straight, his expression was quite distorted, his incorrect sleeping position caused itchy numbness on half of his body, and then he groaned Haw pawed at him and said that he couldn't walk.

"Then don't go."

"No." Dazai Osamu pulled Gojo Satoru's hair that was hanging down his neck, and laughed like a smirk: "Isn't it because of you, help me."

The plane ticket was bought in first class, and Gojo Satoru stared at the three large characters of first class on it, thinking to himself when did this person know that he was going to tear off that fake vest?Otherwise, according to Osamu Dazai's operation, he would definitely buy the cheapest seat in the economy class. This person has been looking around since entering the airport, and he didn't settle down until he entered the cabin.

The first-class cabin of a large airliner is basically a small room. Osamu Dazai kept his own bed and insisted on squeezing into the same bed with him. Gojo Satoru himself is about 1.9 meters tall, and he is a strong type with a low body fat rate. In terms of physique, Osamu Dazai's figure was a little smaller than him, but his height was there, so the bed that was quite adequate suddenly became crowded.

And this person insisted on rubbing against him, Gojo Satoru had been tossed calmly by this person's annoying force, took a book from the bedside, flipped through his eyes slightly, grabbed Dazai Osamu's clothes The leader lifted him up, and avoided his injuries perfectly: "Stop doing it, let me finish this book."

"What book——" Osamu Dazai lay back on his lap again, and pulled his wrist like a fool, when the book cover came into sight, the man's body suddenly froze, Gojo Satoru turned a page again: "What's wrong? "

The other party slid off him like a boneless mackerel, nestled next to him, and was silent for a while: "It's nothing, you're blind, what are you doing looking at this kind of rubbish?"

"Guys who claim to be famous without writing a single word are not qualified to say such things." Gojo Satoru flipped through the brief introduction on his girdle: "He has won many awards, but this author has only written one book, and I can From the recommendation of the publishing house, it can be seen that they are very sad."

The person beside him smiled mysteriously: "There is more than one book."

"Say it as if you knew Eunkichi Kosuge."

Immediately, the man buried his face in the pillow and let out a muffled laugh: "Ah, who knows."

Gojo Satoru closed the book, shocked: "Do you really know each other?"

Isn't this guy a cadre of the port mafia?How did you get involved with writers?After several years of getting along with him, he can probably tell when this person is lying and when he is telling the truth, but Osamu Dazai pretended to be dead without saying a word, until he grabbed his hair, and then reluctantly Turning over: "Yeah, I kinda hate the protagonist of this book."

"I hate it too." Gojo Satoru said, "But this author is even more annoying."

"A whole book full of malice, too bad."

Osamu Dazai chuckled: "Since you know it, don't read it anymore."

Gojo Satoru stared at the page wholeheartedly, and responded perfunctorily, but within a few seconds, the man suddenly twisted his elbow hard with his backhand. After realizing it, the purpose of the other party's doing this was to snatch the book in his hand, and after grabbing it, he pressed it under the pillow, leaned on his arm and smiled at him: "Paris' transit airport is here, I want to go out to take a breath. "

"Why are you so angry?" Gojo Satoru retorted back, but Dazai Osamu would become very annoying after his request was not met, so annoying that he could go all the way to Iceland: "Don't you hurt?"

"It's even more uncomfortable when you're bored." Osamu Dazai walked forward refreshedly, with his back straight, and he couldn't tell at all that this was a wounded person who had been shot. Is it considered breathable from one confined space to another larger confined space?The other party's eyes suddenly lit up: "The cupcakes sold in that store look delicious."

Gojo Satoru walked over with him with his hands in his pockets. Dazai Osamu was really tricky in choosing shops. The line was very long. The man pushed him to the end of the line on the pretext that he was a wounded person, and he was not behind for a minute. Another seven or eight people lined up one after another, and then he slumped on him lazily and was picky about the taste of the cupcakes. After being picky for a while, the man suddenly stood up straight and said seriously, "Teacher Wutiao."

"what?"

"The phone is dead! Now I'm going to the bathroom and the phone is dead-! My God! The phone is dead! Give me the power cord, hurry up."

Gojo Satoru raised his eyebrows, took out the power cord from his pocket and handed it over, then Dazai Osamu raised his voice to the front and yelled loudly, then took a step back and covered his mouth and looked at him in disbelief. The man followed the man and looked at him in disbelief.

Gojo Satoru: "...what the hell did you say?"

He didn't understand what Osamu Dazai yelled, but the people around him cast sympathetic glances, and then the line in front of him moved, and everyone in line moved aside one by one.

Osamu Dazai's face changed and he said that I am in a hurry to go to the toilet, you hurry to buy it and I will be back in 2 minutes——

Run faster than a rabbit.

The clerk, who is not proficient in English, gestured at him, took out a bunch of paper bags and stuffed small cakes in them, and when he turned his head, Osamu Dazai had already disappeared. I thought, even if this person likes to be a monster, it should be fine for a few minutes?

Soon he knew that he really thought too much.

Gojo Satoru had just finished buying the cake, and after walking a short distance, he saw Dazai Osamu coming out of the corner with a smile on his arm. A long black coat with a tag still uncut was hanging on his arm. He flicked his tie: "You are so slow.

……

2 minutes ago.

Osamu Dazai pulled the corner of his lower lip without any emotion, closed the door of the bathroom, and started washing his hands in front of the mirror. The transparent water column turned into a light red color when it touched his fingertips. He washed it very carefully, even under the nails. All deducted.

Osamu Dazai removed one of the bandages that originally wrapped his wrist. He raised his right hand to look at it, took off a few more bandages and put them in his pocket, then took off the bandage on his left hand and wrapped it around his right hand, then shook his hand Drops of water, do not take paper towels to wipe.

After finishing all this, he stared blankly at his own reflection in the mirror for a while, and slowly lowered his eyes.