long-lived centenarian leader

When Fyodor entered the door, he saw two Dazai Osamu, somewhat suffocated.

Can there really be a double in this world who is similar to the real master?

It's even more ghost story if both of them are the real masters.

As the leader's most capable and hardworking subordinate, Mr. Tosi did not question this matter, but said: "Boss, do you have any contact with Mr. Shakespeare?"

It was so easy to scold people away from the leader of his desk: "Huh?"

A part-time intelligence agent's subordinate: "He placed an order with me and wants to hear from you."

Fyodor has become numb to the fact that "all the transcendents are interested in Osamu Dazai", but he is still actively looking for possible troubles.

If only Shakespeare had come for Dazai.

The leader was silent for a while, and quickly said: "My news has always been kept absolutely confidential, do you understand what I mean?"

"My subordinates know."

"Okay, then you go out, I will prepare to receive the matter of that gentleman."

The leader is very aware that his performance will attract the attention of his subordinates with ulterior motives, but it is better than letting the other party get involved.

"Your subordinate doesn't seem to be very loyal."

The guest from another world sat on the luxurious sofa in the office, and took out a candy from the soft fur blanket. The candy had beautiful cellophane, and he unceremoniously took it apart, and pushed the blue candy into his mouth with his index finger.

Blueberry juice flavor, just the right amount of sour, more sweet.

is someone's taste.

He licked the icing on the tip of his index finger, and heard the dignified leader say, "If I'm loyal, I'll be afraid."

"Before he died in the outside world, he couldn't really kill him, so he chose to put it under his nose?" He tilted his head and continued, "Then why don't you find a prison for this kind gentleman? ?”

His world has higher-dimensional interference, so it doesn't have to follow a certain script.

So he successfully killed Fukuchi Sakurachi and Gogol, and put Fyodor in prison alone.

"Because I have to find something to do." The leader twitched the corner of his mouth, "If you repeat your life a few times, you will think Tuo Sijun is quite cute."

Can pass the time, and not so easy to break.

The other party laughed wildly and slapped: "I saw the greeting card on your table, hahaha..."

The leader told himself to be patient, and then said with a glimmer of hope, "Do you know who sent the greeting card on my table?"

Although this person is not the one outside, he seems to have some supernatural powers and skills.

"Anyway, I didn't write it. I'm not so vicious. If it were me, I might wish you good night."

The chief was not at all relieved, and was eager to tell the man to get out.

The other party said again: "Well, I will help you with an hour's work, how about we have dinner?"

He shamefully agreed.

Then he successfully left work early and brought people back.

I was planning to scare people, but I saw another autistic cat on the sofa.

Gojo Satoru looked up at them, ran over and hugged his boyfriend precisely, and dragged him to the sofa to shut himself up together.

"What's wrong?" The boyfriend who was actually quite autistic said while stroking his head.

"Hey, this one in your family is quite clingy." Another person made a discordant voice, "I thought Gojo Satoru at this age could do nothing but make people angry."

"Did you have any prejudice against me when I was a teenager? I was very popular before."

Someone came out of the kitchen, holding a tray full of food.

"The refrigerator in their house looks really good, at least the food is tasteful. I never thought you could afford me, Dazai."

The person who came out of the kitchen had a very similar appearance to Gojo Satoru, but looked more mature, with the calm temperament unique to an adult man.

Although the behavior is very naive.

The two outsiders felt at ease as if they had arrived at their own home, sitting on the sofa on the other side, watching them while eating.

"What did you do to him?"

"I got a beating, so I'm going to shut myself up."

"Coincidentally, I also had a fight with him, and he seems to be quite autistic."

The two laughed together and continued to discuss.

"What did you do this afternoon?"

"Going to play a cameo role in The Little Mermaid."

"Wow—that's really good. Do you have any special settings in this world?"

"It's Sleeping Beauty."

The two laughed together again.

The young lovers cast angry glances one after another.

"Hey, don't grow up like this in the future." The first gentleman patted his partner's head and persuaded him earnestly.

Greasy cat cat daba.

The young Maomao hugged his hand and said, "I will definitely become the most powerful person in the world in the future!"

"It's nothing to be the strongest. What's important is that I can do everything, and I'm perfect in every way." The disliked someone put his arms around his partner's shoulders, "Only like me can hold my wife tightly, you know?"

His partner covered his kissed mouth in disgust: "Don't worry about it."

Afterwards, the people on both sides had a heated discussion on the issue of "the best year or the last year".

During the process, the two Mr. Dazai had a strong dislike for their lovers, and they all said that they were still single, and they were attacked because of this.

Then the Fuhei siblings, who went out to play, came back to face double the parents, and they were mercilessly rubbed in the face when they were young.

Fortunately, there is only one day like this, and the next morning, the uninvited guest from another world disappeared.

Only the gold plates on the table shone blindingly.

Wujo Wujo took sick leave with ease, and continued to be autistic (?) with Dazai at home.

Anyway, those guys have no time to take care of his business now, and cleaning up the traitors in the family is enough for them to be busy for a while.

When you need to do it, you can ask Jie to do it.

Anyway, he is single, and he has nothing to do except take care of the children.

The capital is now in charge of the leader who has so much money that he has no place to spend it, and there is no need for a certain leader to laugh at those stupid monkeys (?) to cheat money.

In order to prevent himself from being unable to promote the plot because of fooling around with others, Osamu Dazai, who works at home, called Andersen and pointed at him: "How did you provoke Shakespeare? He made troubles and troubled me."

"I'm wronged, boss." Andersen felt very innocent, "I just hid in Mr. Shakespeare's theater before and worked odd jobs for a few days, but I never met him."

Shakespeare, a character who wrote scripts and opened theaters on the European rich list.

Osamu Dazai narrowed his eyes: "Drama and fairy tales are not in the same literary field, are they?"

Whether it is volume, style or content, they are completely different.

There are many types of drama, comedies or tragedies, history or fantasy, but generally speaking, they should be narrative, close to life, and be able to resonate with the audience through the behavior of the performers.

Fairy tales appear relaxed and dreamy, without any logic.

Goethe also wrote many plays, and it is not uncommon for him to have friendship with Shakespeare.

It was surprising that Andersen could attract the attention of the big boss, but how did he, a dutiful mafia man across the mountains and oceans, attract the attention of the other party?

Osamu Dazai couldn't figure it out, but he had to cheer up and prepare to deal with it.

The light bulb Andersen sat not far from them, selectively blind and deaf, and watched Shakespeare's plays with them all afternoon.

Only watched three.

There are more than [-] movies that I haven't watched.

But it was enough for Osamu Dazai to have bad associations.

Shakespeare's works are not only artistic and humanistic, but also have a strong sense of fate in the stories.

It seems unexpected, but it is actually reasonable, like a silent tease of fate, but the ending is due to one's own choice.

That is, the most orthodox dramatic.

He thought of the "retribution" that Ranpo said, and felt a strong sense of uneasiness again, and he was very quiet for a while.

-

As a dramatist who is keen on creating, Mr. Shakespeare often travels around (or famous cities, or ancient cities with a long history, or unknown villages) to increase his vocabulary and those so-called useless words. Knowledge (in fact these are very helpful to his creation).

Yes, he also loves to learn about various things, so he is a very good friend with Goethe (of course, he is not as evasive as Goethe, and his actions have always been naturally logical).

When Shakespeare returned from his travels to a London theater, the cleaning staff handed him a stack of manuscripts, which he thought he had left behind.

It was a fairy tale that was completed in one go without any changes.

It tells the wonderful adventures of a beautiful girl the size of a thumb.

It is excellent, the writing is light and smooth like clouds in the sky, the tone of the narrative is more gentle and touching than the songs children hear before going to bed, the plot is beautiful and dreamy, with ups and downs, and fascinating.

On the theme, it criticizes ugliness and praises kindness, and there are many realistic silhouettes.

There is no better fairy tale than this.

Shakespeare wanted to make friends with the author very much, but unfortunately, the other party had already left.

The name Andersen is familiar even to transcendents.

His abilities have almost stepped into their domain, but due to limitations and uncontrollability, he has not been able to touch the inside of the "truth".

He himself lacks combat power due to physical limitations, needs protection, and is often chased by others.

Shakespeare wanted to give the other party a suitable asylum (among the transcendents, he was the only one who managed the power), but he heard that the other party had reached the ideal shore and started a new life.

So he just asked Goethe, who was going to Yokohama, to send him a greeting, and he conducted research on fairy tales.

The main research objects are folk fairy tales and the books that Andersen is selling.

He didn't forget that he was a supernatural being, so he began to try to apply what he had learned.

Goethe just said that an unknown gentleman had placed a very interesting greeting card on the leader's desk, so the theme this time is "blessing".

And someone wants to entrust him to "resurrect" a lovely lady.

Then add "resurrection" to the theme.

He quickly locked on the fairy tale blueprint and adapted it.

Eleven fairies curse Dazai Osamu, and the "witch" will send blessings, and Dazai Osamu will fall into an ideal night on a certain full moon night.

With the help of the last fairy, the prince awakens his sleeping lover so that he cannot escape.

-

Recently, Osamu Dazai felt more and more that someone was trying to harm him. The greeting card on the table even got so nervous that he changed into eleven outfits in one day, so that he could even hear someone wishing him a long life in his dreams.

But it was not his style to sit and wait all the time, so he took Dostoevsky with him when he went out—in case something happened, he would have a backup.

The devil, who has been devastated by work, is probably the only one he can win.

At that time, he can leave the opponent and run.

He didn't know what he was thinking, but Fyodor, who had received enough malice, closed his cloak, feeling that autumn in a foreign country was more freezing than winter in Siberia.

In fact, when he received a silver plate, he began to feel chills.

If he really follows the script of "Sleeping Beauty", he must be cooler than Osamu Dazai.

Osamu Dazai's supporters can punch him one by one, and he can be cooler than a snowflake in Siberia.

Of course, the harm is still important, but he can't be so blatant, he has to find a way to get that plate away.

While thinking about this matter rather worriedly, Fyodor watched Dazai Osamu's every move vigilantly.

Osamu Dazai stopped suddenly, and so did he.

Then a petite lady bumped into his arms, a gold plate fell out of her arms, rolled twice, and fell in front of Osamu Dazai.

Everyone's pupils shrank.