Writer saves the world

Let’s not mention how annoyed Verlaine was when he came back from Nevernd and found out that his house was stolen. After all, Rimbaud looked at him and couldn’t make trouble if he wanted to. In the field, there is nothing that a cub can't solve.

If one really doesn't work, then two.

And Candlestick Kiri Mitsutada, as the most mature existence in this family and the newly promoted EQ ceiling, had already heard a round of information about Verlaine from Nakahara Chuya, Futaba Tingming and other relevant people before meeting Verlaine. Bit's character is more or less well known.

——Isn’t it just a clumsy brat with different configurations from Wujo Wu and Xia Youjie? The more important things are, the more I don't know how to deal with the feeling of cherishing joy.

So once he is allowed to act on his own, he tends to mess things up.

Candlestick Kirimitaka couldn't help but be thankful that none of his former colleagues had such a sword, although based on his understanding of those god judges (XP system), if the Government of Time really installed a sword of the model Verlaine, It must have made those young people empty their inventory to gamble with knives. What Osaka City Edo Castle Keio Kofu Secret Treasure Village can give you three hundred times a day, and you will have to marry your wife (?) if you go bankrupt.

Well, wife.Candlestick Qie Guangzhong has always felt that the appraisers who open their mouths and keep their mouths shut are probably suffering from some serious illness.

Verlaine couldn't help feeling cold because of the delicate expression of Candlestick Cut Guangzhong, and strongly suspected that the other party was thinking of something strange.He stared at the candlestick, Qie Guangzhong, with a bad expression on his face, and got a gentle and friendly smile from the other party and a plate of freshly baked biscuits.

"Let's eat together, freshly baked is the best." Candlestick Chie Guangzhong put Nakahara Chuya and Rimbaud next to Verlaine, and the happy picture of the family of three (?) made him nod in satisfaction, and then Ask Chuya Nakahara, "What would you like to eat tonight? Udon? Curry?"

Zhong Yuan was generously sticking to Verlaine's mother to take out the biscuits from his hand, and replied without hesitation: "Curry!"

The curry made by Oda Sakunosuke is delicious, and the curry made by Candlestick Kiri is even more delicious!

Candlestick Kiri Mitsutada nodded, planning to go down the shopping street to replenish the refrigerator stock. Tonkatsu or fried shrimp tempura are good curry side dishes, and the pickles sent by Mr. Kyosuke Kindaichi a few days ago are also very delicious , and then make a miscellaneous soup with miso soup...

Well, Mr. Verlaine and Mr. Rimbaud are both foreigners. How about trying borscht or cream of mushroom soup?Oda Sakunosuke has recipes in the kitchen, and it doesn't look very difficult.

Candlestick Qie Guangzhong thought about the dinner menu, changed his clothes and prepared to go out to buy food.Oda Sakunosuke and Futaba Teimari are not coming back tonight, and there are not many people eating in Rimbaud Verlaine. Candlestick Kiri Mitsutada is going to make more fried chicken nuggets and hamburger meat for the two elementary school students at home to take to school tomorrow and friends We share.

In addition, some of the biscuits baked in the afternoon will be kept at home, and the rest will be sent to a dessert shop a few streets away for consignment. Candlestick Qie Guangzhong found a part-time job a week ago, and he will go to another family restaurant every week Help and learn from the owner of that shop the secret recipe for delicious spicy curry that Sakunosuke Oda can't get enough of.

"I've only felt it since Mitsutada came," Oda Sakunosuke sighed from the bottom of his heart, "Your Excellency is really amazing."

Look at the group of adults he knew before, all sitting in front of the table and waiting to be fed. In my own private time, I can freely go out for dinner with friends.

Sato-san, who was sitting across from Oda Sakunosuke, let out a hearty laugh.The group leader of the Takase Club had known Oda Sakunosuke acquainted as early as in Warehouse Street. He drank from a glass and his cheeks were slightly flushed, and he didn't show his usual fierce and serious appearance at all.

He picked up the clams with wine and threw them into his mouth, and joked: "You are so young, how do you talk like those full-time wives. Yesterday my family was going to a hot spring trip with a friend, and you talked like you Tune."

Oda Sakunosuke sighed, holding his wine glass and pouring juice into it, "It's not forced by life."

If he doesn't do it himself, can he still count on Erye Tingming to come in handy?Every time the children in the family are handed over to him, they will either take them for a stroll in hell or run to some strange place to see the scenery. Before, they had nothing to do to read to the cubs. Now that the cubs can read and read and can be self-reliant, they completely let themselves go and perform perfectly. What is a father with a child.

Just, just live.

Oda Sakunosuke remembered Futaba Teimaki's operation of bringing the child, so he couldn't help but glance at the young boy sitting on the other table.Mr. Sato's wife went on a trip with friends, so he could only take the child with him.The child looked older than Zhong Yuanzhong, and he was lying on the table writing homework stroke by stroke, not disturbed by the noisy environment of the izakaya in the slightest.

He is well-behaved and sensible, not at all like a child taught by Mr. Sato, who is carefree.

"Well... the one from my family took him more." Mr. Sato ordered some ramen for the child's dinner, and winked at Oda Sakunosuke quite complacently, "She used to be a top student in a girls' school, and she usually took care of the house. It's very strict."

The love story between Mr. Sato and his wife, Oda Sakunosuke, had been heard when he lived in the warehouse street. After all, the story of a country boy and a declining noble lady who got married after twists and turns is a legend, and the status in the Japanese cultural atmosphere is very different. I dare not write like that.

Mr. Sato, who embraces a beautiful woman and returns to a happy family, is the only thing that can be criticized by some lemon spirits, and only his wife did not change her surname when she married him, and his son also took his wife's maiden surname.

But Mr. Sato doesn't care about this. When someone uses this to talk about it, he responds so confidently.

"Those who are in our business may be gone one day. It's a great thing for Xiaoxiong to follow Tan's surname. In case something happens to me, the two of them still have a place to go."

Mr. Sato had planned a long time ago. If one day something really happened to him—after all, he is just an ordinary person without supernatural powers, and the risk of being in the underground world of Yokohama is very high, he would immediately divorce and ask his wife to take him with him. The child and all the savings go back to her natal family. No matter how poor the Tan family is, the camel is bigger than the horse, and they will not turn people away for the sake of looking good.

Oda Sakunosuke listened to Mr. Sato talking about leaving a way for his wife and children, and chewed the dried squid in his mouth.He glanced at the cubs not far away who were seriously sucking on ramen, so he probably didn't hear what they were saying, so he said, "Since you also know that this job is not easy to do, have you considered changing jobs?"

Mr. Sato is not a high-level member of the Takase Club, and can only be a middle-level gangster in the warehouse street. Originally, as long as he didn't jump to the opposite party of the Takase Club such as Mafia at the port, it is actually not very difficult to resign and become a good person.

"I thought about it a long time ago. If it weren't for the fact that there was no way out for me, I wouldn't do this." Mr. Sato shrugged and waved his left hand missing three fingers, "There are so many young people who can work now, who would want a Crippled old man."

What's more, his tattoos are gaudy and gaudy all over his arm, even if the sleeves are a little short, they can't cover them. This is a good thing when you're in a gang, but it's also the biggest stumbling block to cleanse yourself.

Mr. Sato finished the wine in the glass while talking, and ordered another pot of sake.Oda Sakunosuke couldn't say anything about taking the children to drink less, so he poured a glass of wine for Mr. Sato.

Looking at this happy middle-aged man who seems to have a lot of troubles, hazy thoughts flashed through his mind.

Oda Sakunosuke tried to catch it, but that bit of inspiration came and went faster, leaving only the vague emotions roaring in his heart, the melancholy and high-pitched voice, very much like the voices of people in an izakaya noisy.

He poured himself a glass of wine, and found that the child was watching him quietly.Oda Sakunosuke vaguely remembered that the child's name was "Tan Kazuo" - in Futaba Tingming's collection, [Tan Kazuo] was a writer who belonged to the same rogue school as [Oda Sakunosuke], according to the few books he found Judging from the handwritten diary, they are also good friends. There are also writers named [Dazai Osamu] and [Sakaguchi Ango], who are so lively that they will be complained about when drinking.

However, after experiencing Osamu Dazai, who was cut off by Edogawa Ranpo Tiekou, who was no more than ten years old, Oda Sakunosuke has learned to be calm about the differences between the two worlds, and does not expect too much.

Tan Yixiong was still peeping at him. The young boy inherited more of his mother's appearance, with soft brows and eyes and wearing glasses. He looked like a good kid who liked to read.

Oda Sakunosuke waved to Tan Yixiong, and Tan Yixiong pointed to himself and confirmed it again before jumping off the stool and coming over.He seemed a little nervous, pinching the corners of his clothes, his ears were slightly red under the light of the izakaya, Mr. Sato smiled and said, "This kid really likes you", the little boy immediately turned red from the tip of his ears to the root of his neck, as if he became angry from embarrassment He glared at Mr. Sato.

It was not very lethal, but it made Mr. Sato laugh happily.

Caught off guard and being exposed, Tan Kazuo had no choice but to stammer and say that he also subscribed to "Zhengming" at home. He liked "Zenzai" serialized by Oda Sakunosuke very much, and he also wanted to be a writer in the future.

Erye Tingming met a good boy who would definitely like it.

However, children who are only in elementary school will like stories like "Shanzai" with a lot of bloody and violent descriptions, and they are indeed the children of the head of the Takase Club.

Oda Sakunosuke touched Tan Kazuo's hair and told him that if he likes to read, he can come to Naruya more often.Tan Yixiong actually went to an elementary school with Nakahara Chuya and the others. As a discipline committee member, he once caught Nakahara Nakaya fighting with someone at the back door of the school.

Tan Kazuo nodded earnestly, and promised to deduct some discipline points for Nakahara Chuya and his squad leader for the sake of Oda Sakunosuke.

"That's not necessary." Oda Sakunosuke smiled, "If Chuya troubles you because of this, I will teach him for you."

How many times have I said that I want to go to a place where no one will see, and I have arranged a fight all day long at the back door of the school where there are people coming and going. There are many witnesses. Teachers caught one of them, and Oda Sakunosuke was arrested by the head teacher this month Called to complain several times.

When Oda Sakunosuke was this old, he had never been caught on a mission.

……

Oda Sakunosuke and Mr. Sato had this dinner for a long time, and it was dark when he checked out and left, and Mr. Sato was almost sober.Mr. Sato insisted that a minor Oda Sakunosuke should not be allowed to pay, but Oda Sakunosuke insisted not to let him treat him. After a few words of entanglement, it was still Oda Sakunosuke's victory, and each person paid half of it.

To be honest, Oda Sakunosuke, who has savings and has professionals to help him with financial management, is definitely much richer than Mr. Sato, not to mention that he will soon have the copyright fee for the publication of the booklet of "Zenzai", which is another considerable income.

Tan Kazuo was young, so he couldn't bear the tiredness and fell asleep. He didn't wake up after being carried by Mr. Sato. He just rubbed his mouth against his father's broad back, as if he was dreaming.

When Oda Sakunosuke was standing at the intersection and waiting for the red light, he turned his head and could still see the back of Mr. Sato carrying his son and carrying a small schoolbag. The shadow under the cold white street lamp was stretched very long and mixed with the crowd coming and going A short and ordinary middle-aged man.

Go back and find out if there is any suitable job for Mr. Sato.

Oda Sakunosuke was thinking, the street light jumped to green, and pedestrians pushed him forward like a tide.

From the bustling scene in the middle of the night, it can be seen that Yokohama's economy has really begun to recover. Even the drunk guys are not the depressing kind of half-dead corpses lying on the roadside in the past. The old suit that was recently dug out from the bottom of the suitcase for many years looks very energetic when drunk.

The stalls on the street are also crowded with workers and office workers who get off work in the middle of the night. The hot oden and fragrant ramen are the most popular. The warm yellow lights illuminate the rising heat, which can be seen from a long distance in the night.

The slightly cool evening wind blows on his face, and Oda Sakunosuke's footsteps involuntarily become brisk. The world that he once thought was gray and uninteresting is suddenly painted with many colors, and the night without stars and moons is also bright and beautiful.

The mood he used to have when he was studying in the warehouse came back again, all his hearts were open to him, everything in the world was within reach, and the gods who lived on the bookshelves whispered in his ears, like sighs, ravings, like a long absence The emotion of reunion.

Write it, write it.

Write it down until you die.

This world must be worth your writing about it.

……

[Woo woo woo. 】

Erye Tingming suddenly heard the cry of the world consciousness.The cold and inorganic voice is really not suitable for this kind of tone, no matter how true the feelings are, there are some pretentious falsehoods.He knew that the young man standing across from him heard it too. A trace of disgust flashed across those iris-colored eyes that were originally drowsy and cold as an abyss. Although it was quickly covered up, it couldn't escape the perception of the world consciousness.

World Consciousness couldn't help but let out an even more sad [嘎].

This is really disgusting.

The young man opposite Erye Tingming finally spoke the first words they met, "How can you hold back?"

Thinking that this thing is actually world consciousness, he just listened to it and felt pain in his ears, and his unhappy mood became worse, and the exhaustion that surged in his heart made him unable to even mobilize his pretended emotions.

Love is what it is.

It's better to live than to die. At the last moment, he missed the long-awaited eternal peace. The story that should have a happy ending was forced to start a garbage sequel. The only thing haunting him was the exhaustion of MadeIn.

Whether it's a person looking for death or a guy desperately trying to survive, there is still a glimmer of hope after all.Only those who lie flat and let the wheels of fate run over them are the real despair.

Erye Tingming felt that this question was too superficial for him, so he casually answered "I'm used to it", while frantically knocking on World Consciousness to cheat him through the question.

The young man could also hear the voice of world consciousness, but he didn't care about it. He stopped talking after getting Erye Tingming's answer. He was neither prepared to introduce himself nor interested in understanding the current situation.

It doesn't matter if he is stuck by some overly curious tentacles of Erye Tingming, or he is fundamentally exposed by the world consciousness, or a child version of himself is unconscious a few steps away, as if what he was awakened was just a The hollow body, the soul was still pulled by gravity and fell from the tall building, smashing to pieces on the land of Yokohama.

The wind that came in through the window blew the hem of his coat, and the deep black almost merged with the darkness.The intact body wrapped in bandages followed his imagination, and a shattering phantom pain radiated from the depths of his bones and blood.

The white bandage gradually blotted out blood, and under the lighting of only a few candles, it showed a dirty color that was almost black.Some people speculated that his blood was all black, and perhaps they were right.

Thinking of this, the young man began to feel that standing was not enough. It was best to lie down on the spot and bury six feet below was the best solution.

Ha, the best solution to hell.

The voice in his heart was sharp and mean, as if eager to wake up from a nightmare.

Before the candle burned out, Erye Tingming finally finished the question with the world consciousness, figured out a fairly satisfactory answer, pointed to the comatose cub on the ground, and gestured to the bloody and bloody murder scene that is not suitable for children, and explained first Under the status quo, "Because of energy system conflicts and summoning backlash, you are currently bound to him. You also know your supernatural powers, and now the double bonus will lead to complete binding to death, unless I cooperate with your 'book'... ..."

"Well... I suggest that it's better not to cancel it. The world on your side depends on 'books' to maintain stability. You saved it so hard. If it breaks down, you can't reopen it like ours...Mr. Dazai."

Erye Tingming added a title at the end, telling himself not to be guilty of avoiding Dazai Osamu's eyes, after all, if it wasn't for his secretiveness, the other party might really get the ideal eternal peace.

That world is so thin and fragile that it cannot support complex systems like hell and heaven. When you die, you die. The soul turns into energy and returns to the root of the world without leaving any traces.

But it is also because that world is too weak, even the world consciousness has not been conceived, and even the Holy Grail can be stolen from it. Osamu Dazai.

The fate of Osamu Dazai in that world has come to an end, and he is in a superimposed state of being dead and not dead. It takes no effort for the Holy Grail to pull him over. In addition, Osamu Dazai of this world is used as a bait to confuse Futaba Tingming's perception. A little bit of Osamu Dazai has landed in this world

Landing on the real level is equivalent to getting a household registration in this world, and you can't go back no matter what.

And if you die, you have to go to hell to accept the trial, and the time limit for the existence of the soul is until the end of the world.

Regarding this bad news, Osamu Dazai just nodded indifferently, and laughed at himself, "It really is a disaster that will last for thousands of years."

Mistakes are the fault of the Holy Grail. There are rules among them. No matter how much you want to be born, you should not be greedy to touch the beets of other worlds. If you cross the boundary, you deserve to be beaten by the world consciousness. Canceled by world consciousness with one click.

What kind of Holy Grail War is going on, let's reflect in the small dark room.

But Tingming Erye helped the world consciousness to beat the holy grail of bad things, and couldn't help muttering: "But you should make a wish."

The Holy Grail's method of pulling people is the old-fashioned way of fulfilling wishes. If Osamu Dazai doesn't bite the bait, nothing will happen, but Osamu Dazai not only bites the bait, but also refuses to let it go. Not quite the grail too dodgy pot.

Osamu Dazai said indifferently: "I've thought about some things for too long, and when I was about to die, I couldn't let go when I wanted to let go."

He thought he had gone crazy a long time ago, so he heard the crazy words that he could see the works of Oda Zuo in the falling wind. Before his consciousness realized what it was, he had already tightly grasped the fantasy A little hope for too long is like something that a person grabs before death, and after death, his fists are clenched so tightly that several people can't break his hand.

Erye Tingming sighed, "Come with me first, although there is nothing else I can do for you, it's okay if you want to read."

The single volume of "Zenzai" has been put on the shelves of all major bookstores in Japan. Before the bookstores are closed, I should have time to buy a copy for Osamu Dazai.

Erye Tingming said as he picked up the unconscious cub on the ground - now he is still called Xiu Zhi, and stepped over the inhuman corpse on the ground.

No one can see that this bloody pool is a murderer that Fuyuki City has been chasing for a long time. The rolling eyeballs were trampled by Osamu Dazai expressionlessly, and they were crushed into dirty smudges in the mud.

So disgusting.

Osamu Dazai subconsciously rubbed the soles of his feet on the ground. Exhaustion and despair made him exhausted even if he moved his fingers, but an inexplicable force supported him, directing his body to move, following Tingming Erye's footsteps.

Let's talk about it after reading Odasaku's book.

As long as his petty stupid longing is satisfied, it doesn't matter if he lives or dies.