The Road to the Super-God of Taisho Two Five Killers

"This pot was obtained from a merchant's house in Kyoto. It is said that it was made by the most famous craftsman 200 years ago."

"This pot was enshrined in the home of a landlord in Owari. I heard that it was used by Oda Nobunaga."

"This pot seems to be a gift from the Tang Dynasty in the Heian era, and I am reluctant to use it myself..."

Facing a row of exquisite jade pots, a strange-looking ghost leaned out of the somewhat shabby broken pots, stretched out his hand, and caressed them one by one——

"Do you have to sell it?" Looking up at Dazai Osamu who was squatting beside him, Yuhu's tone revealed a grievance that was extremely disproportionate to his appearance.

To be honest, after being a ghost for so many years, Yuhu never thought that one day he would contribute all the pots he had collected.

And it’s okay to be requisitioned to sell it, but Mr. Wu Mi actually personally issued an order that he is not allowed to drill the pots sold in the future, saying that it is to avoid scaring customers and bringing bad rumors to the company——

Who can bear this grievance!

"After all, it is the order of that adult." Dazai Osamu gave Yuhu a sympathetic look, as if he was not the one who proposed the Yuhu Fair to Guiwu Tsuji Wuyou: "You also know Mr. Wuyou Since it is his decision..."

The already distorted facial features of the jade pot suddenly became more ferocious, and a pair of mouths that grew above the eyes were curled downwards.

"However, Master Yuhu, I can't understand your feelings." Dazai Osamu gently landed on the most exquisite-looking pot with his slender fingertips: "After all, it is your most beloved thing, although it will be in the future. It’s not that you can’t collect new ones anymore, but it’s also inevitable that you will feel sad.”

"So, Master Yuhu, which is your favorite pot?" Osamu Dazai's expression looked extraordinarily gentle with his eyebrows slightly bent: "Perhaps your preferences just don't match those of the guests who came here. How can it not be sold?"

Hearing the words, the jade pot was stunned for a moment, and then the eyes that were engraved with "The Fifth of the Wind" also suddenly saw the light of hope.

"As for the funding issue, I will always find a way on other pots. As long as Lord Wu Mi is satisfied, it doesn't really matter how much I sell."

Happiness came so suddenly that Yuhu almost forgot the pain of abandoning most of her pots.

"You are really a kind and considerate person, Dazai-san."

Osamu Dazai lowered his gaze, instead of looking at the jade pot that was close to him, he continued to check the label that was about to be used for exhibition: "It's not a big deal."

——He really had no interest in appreciating this overly abstract face, and he didn't really think about the jade pot when he did such a thing.

After all, this exhibition was originally proposed by him, and it was he who told Wu Mi not to let Yuhu drill the sold pots, but Osamu Dazai knew very well that Wu Mi would not specifically emphasize this when conveying this information. Whose idea, so he didn't mind taking advantage of this convenience to win over this Shang Xian a little bit.

Speaking of which, Yuhu is also one of the best detectives among all ghosts.If he is willing to help, maybe he can get news about the "book" earlier.

Before the exhibition officially kicked off, the ghosts who came to the exhibition were all evacuated from the venue under the "blood ghost technique" of Naruto, but the human staff responsible for receiving and maintaining the exhibits had not yet arrived, so only Osamu Dazai was left alone.

—at least until the man in the dark red tuxedo showed up.

Dazai Osamu's eyes dimmed a little when he caught sight of that tall and thin figure.

The man stood where he was, even the golden monocle couldn't hide the sly smile on his face.He stood there, silently looking in the direction of Osamu Dazai.

"It's been a long time." Osamu Dazai walked towards the man, "Since that full moon night."

"In fact, I've been looking for your trace." The man raised the brim of his hat, and the handsome face under the short water-colored hair was more clearly displayed in front of Osamu Dazai: "I didn't expect such a change in you , it turns out that I have been unable to find you because you—”

"It has become a ghost that can only be active at night."

Dazai still had a smile on his face, but his voice became a little cold because of the topic.

"I don't feel resentful towards anyone because of this, but if you think about it carefully, what is the reason for such a thing?" Osamu Dazai stared at the pattern on the man's face: "You didn't tell me that when you jump in time and space After the transfer, there will be a short-term amnesia."

"But even if you haven't forgotten who you are, it seems difficult to avoid such an ending when you face that man." The man tilted his head lightly: "So even if I told you..."

"Will I also be turned into a ghost...?" Osamu Dazai snatched the man's words, and when the other party was dazed, he stood in front of the man: "I'm not blaming you for hiding these things from me, There is no need to discuss what happened in the past."

"But you didn't send me to this place just to complete a fun magic trick." After the eyelashes fluttered slightly, when he looked at the man again, Osamu Dazai seemed to have an inexplicable look in his eyes Sharp: "So what is your purpose?"

"Under the moon...Master Magician."

Hearing such words, the man suddenly laughed out loud, but he always had a mask-like sly smile on his face, so Osamu Dazai didn't think such laughter had any real meaning.

"It's not really a purpose. It's just that I saw some idle business and couldn't help but want to intervene." The man with water-colored hair said: "You who have just left the mafia and have nowhere to go, occasionally experience life in a different world It's not such a bad thing."

"What's more--" Wei Wei opened his always smiling eyes, and the man slowly spit out a few words: "I can 'reunite' with your friend."

Osamu Dazai's pupils narrowed slightly.

Although he was not completely aware of it in his heart, when such information was uttered from the mouth of the man who led him into this world, even Osamu Dazai still couldn't help but tremble for a moment in his heart.

"You seem to understand it very well?" Dazai Osamu met the gaze of the man in front of him: "About Oda Saku."

"I don't really understand, as I said, it's just something I saw by chance." The man's eyes returned to the smile again: "All I can do is bring you here. Which step you can take depends on your own choice after all.”

"But since I brought you here, I will also be responsible for your affairs, so if you need anything, you can naturally come and talk to me—"

"My name is Charlie. I'm the magician you happen to meet on the side of the road every now and then."

"I see." Osamu Dazai nodded slightly: "But before that..."

"The fair hasn't started yet, so you're here as a helper?"