I am a writer in the world of sorcery

"...So, I temporarily changed my mind, Paris is also very good."

[nausea. ]

Gojo Satoru took off the glasses on the bridge of his nose, wiped them with his cuffs, and put them back on. His movements were very calm. There was still an impeccable smile on the beautiful and pale face of the man in front of him, and the iris-colored pupils contained a faint smile. Mind you, it doesn't look like the rumored mafia cadre at all.

But only Gojo Satoru himself knew that at a certain moment he really wanted to grab Osamu Dazai by the neck and knock him unconscious against the wall, or simply stick his fingers into the bullet holes in his body and make him faint in pain——

At least it's a little more realistic.

The white-haired conjurer blinked, and his cold gaze was well hidden for a moment, and his tone was quite relaxed: "It doesn't matter to me, do you have anywhere you want to go?"

"Eiffel Tower? Champs-Elysées?" Osamu Dazai pulled off his tie, lowered his head and flipped through a few pictures on his phone. He felt that the injuries on his body had been torn apart by the attacker just now, and followed him all the way from Yokohama. The man who arrived in Paris had already had his neck broken with a bandage, and the body was thrown in the cleaner's cubicle: "I don't care either."

He really wanted to find a place to jump off.

Nausea.

asphyxia.

He is so sick and disgusted with this world that he doesn't want to live for another second. Iceland was not his first choice at first, but Egypt was. He didn't run out with Gojo Satoru for vacation or anything else. After all, he just wanted to leave Yokohama is farther away.

If he can die in Yokohama in four years, then before that grand and pitiful plan starts, he wants to go to Egypt to see if the spice bottles in the market are really Klein blue, seven August has passed, and the Volga River in Russia has frozen over. There are probably no monsters like snowmen in this world, but when he clicked on the ticket to buy, he still changed his destination.

Forget it, don't go.

The reason is still the same.

Some things are destined to remain only in the imagination, and it is easy to be disappointed when you see them with your own eyes. This is the reason why he didn't want to exorcise the curse spirit before, and it is the same reason why he doesn't go to Egypt now. Osamu Dazai is indeed curious about the world that Gojo Satoru has seen occasionally. Is the field of view of the six eyes different, so that the most bizarre and inimitable blue in the world can be reflected into the iris.

He was so exhausted that he could almost hear the creaking sound of metal fatigue from the friction between the bones. There is a saying in Japan called Paris Syndrome, which refers to the large gap between what tourists see and hear after they go to Paris and what they imagine. It was unacceptable, but before he left the airport, he was so tired that he just wanted to pull out the gun in his pocket, aim it at his temple and pull the trigger.

too tired.

If he kills a stalker, he will inevitably attract a group of attackers soon. In this unprotected situation, the best solution is to escape. Now there is still plenty of time to drive to South France, where there are port black hands The party's stronghold, there is Chuya Chuya's property, and then he went back to Yokohama after a round trip, but thinking about these plans made him almost suffocate.

Forget it, so be it.

Four years is really too long, so long that it hurts him just thinking about it. There is not much difference between dying by his own hand and dying by the enemy's hand. Some things are better for him to do, and it doesn't matter if it is not him. It shouldn’t be difficult if you just let Oda Saku live to write. The armed detective agency chosen by Osamu Dazai in other worlds is not weak. Afterwards, the power of Akutagawa Ryunosuke and Nakajima Atsushi... Oda Saku can also replace him, that Men must be the best guides.

"Any candy?"

Osamu Dazai took the candy with a smile, peeled off the colorful candy wrapper, and the sweet candy melted on the tip of his tongue. He folded the candy wrapper and stuffed it into his pocket, and took the hand of the person beside him: "Go Notre Dame, I haven't seen that rose window."

"Nothing to see." Gojo Satoru said, "Just a few stained glass windows. The English of the French is worse than that of the Japanese."

"It's okay, I can speak French."

Osamu Dazai suddenly remembered that he had learned French, even though he barely mastered a few words at the beginning, he later mastered the language seven to eighty-eight in six years, and now he can use it just in time. The weather in Paris and Yokohama It was very similar, and he didn't feel cold in a black coat. He took Gojo Satoru's hand and walked slowly outside the airport, and he still didn't let go of his fingers when he was sitting in the taxi.

The water of the Seine River is not very blue. He looked out of the window quietly for a while, and the figure of Gojo Satoru was reflected in the window glass. White is a very conspicuous color, and this person does not look like an albino patient. , He suddenly remembered the monster that he blurted out when he saw this person for the first time when he was a child.

Isn't it a monster?

There is no record of Gojo Satoru in the book, and Dazai Osamu in any world has never had such an experience with him. The two of them were originally two lines that would never intersect, and it was impossible to even be parallel. He pulled Wutiao Wu out of the car, and walked along the two-kilometer trail to the Concorde Square, where the Arc de Triomphe stood.

Gojo Satoru has been thinking about how he can stop all this, in a less rough and tough way, he doesn't really want to break the glue that sticks this person with his hands, he still doesn't know what kind of nerve Dazai Osamu is committing, but this For the first time, someone threw "I'm not right" in front of him so clearly and without concealment.

Like a dying indulgence.

He has been to Paris more than once, and he even remembers how to go to the place that Osamu Dazai said, but it would be ridiculous to drag a wounded man to act as a tourist. Yes, when they came out, both of them had extra berets on their heads, and he saw that the person next to him was in a much better mood, and he just had to write a few words on his body-"I want to be relieved ".

Get rid of the fart, Gojo Satoru swears in the bottom of his heart, while taking the coffee handed to him by the clerk, two paper cups are embedded in the cup holders, one of which is filled with sugar and milk, with a thick layer of milk froth, and sprinkled I ordered some cinnamon powder, another cup of pure American black coffee, and Osamu Dazai sat on a street chair with his legs crossed to read the newspaper like an old man.

"Go back to the hotel after dinner."

"What time is it? Let's go back." Dazai Osamu went to get the cup of black coffee, but moved the cup of coffee with the other hand, and then stuffed the Mocha that looked like a drink into his hand, and he groaned twice Gojo Satoru knocked on the forehead: "I'm tired."

"A man can't say he's tired."

Wujo Wuduo didn't even give him a look, suddenly his back went cold, and he suddenly felt a wave of malice aimed at them, and without thinking, he grabbed Osamu Dazai's arm and pulled it hard towards him, the next second A bullet directly penetrated the coffee cup on the table, and the coffee-colored liquid burst everywhere.

Bullets poured down like rain, and the scream could almost burst eardrums.

"That's why you want to stay in Paris?" In the chaos, Gojo Satoru pretended to be vicious and grabbed Osamu Dazai's ear, and ran into the building with his waist down and mixed with the crowd: "Please explain to me clearly thing."

He is rarely in such a mess, as long as he has the magic power to throw a spell to turn it around, no, if he has the magic power, the magic spell with no lower limit can make the bullets unable to hit them at all, but the fact now is that he has to bring Dazai Osamu This oil bottle is playing Assassin's Creed in Paris-Gojo Satoru rolled his eyes.

Is there anything more outrageous than this?

Osamu Dazai blinked his eyes and leaned on Gojo Satoru's shoulder: "I killed their family members at the airport, you know, it's exactly the same as in the movie, the mafia is a violent organization that cares about face—ah, it hurts, it's okay , don't run away!"

"Be patient."

Gojo Satoru was very merciless, but he still changed his posture to carry the oil bottle to make Dazai Osamu a little more comfortable. This man's voice never stopped along the way. They committed suicide together, and then they were shot and fell into the water. The method of death went through rounds one by one, and finally pulled his collar: "If you run to the top of the building, you will really die for love! Let me down, there is a blind corner of sight from the outside passageway of the balcony of the resident's house, and I have a lockpicking tool on me. .”

After a few seconds, the oil bottle on his body was really anxious, at least he could hear that the man's voice suddenly cooled down, Gojo Satoru was terribly annoyed, he took a baguette from the paper bag hanging on his wrist and threw it there. Zhang Chattering mouth was plugged roughly: "Shut up."

Dazai Osamu was also treated like this for the first time. He bit the bread in disbelief, and saw Gojo Satoru stepped up the steps, took another step back, bent his knees, raised his legs sideways, and kicked hard against the window glass. The glass in the middle was cracked with countless cracks, he suddenly realized what Gojo Gojo's idea was, and recalled the man's terrible eyesight, his face suddenly changed: "You give me—"

Gojo Satoru held him in front of him like a pet, and he didn't forget to carry the brown paper bag containing the dessert. He leaned down and stepped on the edge of the window sill—the distance between the two buildings was nearly ten meters, and Osamu Dazai slammed He closed his lips, his breath was suddenly suffocated, the sound of the wind whizzed past his ears, and everything on the ground turned into tiny black spots.

The assailant who was ambushing on the sniper spot on the opposite roof never expected that someone would appear in front of him in this way. The moment Gojo Satoru landed, he kicked the mounted gun frame to pieces. Hold the opponent's wrist and twist it in the opposite direction, and at the same time raise the knee and hit the opponent's abdomen hard.

"Stop? Run away?" Gojo Gojo said flatly, "It's not necessary."

Accompanied by the sound of bones breaking, the man was kicked unconscious by him. The companion next to the man tried to aim his gun, but before he could react, he was pinched by the neck and smashed into the concrete wall.

The hard skull made a tooth-piercing crisp sound, and the last image left in his pupils before he died was the white-haired youth's murderous smile.

"—Just kill them all."