long-lived centenarian leader

She is the omniscient god, sitting alone in her tall and beautiful palace.

The lake of reason reflected the upside-down world, and she never took her eyes off it for a moment.

At a certain moment, she stood up suddenly, feeling extremely cold because of the snow and ice.

She wanted to see if the world had a true heart that could melt the ice of reason.

-

Strange people often appear on the streets of Yokohama, but there are very few people who are not human at first glance.

So as soon as the ice-carved woman appeared, she was stopped by the port mafia.

After she turned all those people into ice sculptures, someone she invited to the headquarters of the Mafia.

Osamu Dazai received the last "fairy".

"It is a pleasure to meet you, Her Majesty," he said.

The Snow Queen's transparent eyes looked at him without emotion: "Someone has delivered the blessing for me, I'm looking for Andersen."

People who come alive from the works, especially characters like villains, go to find the author who created themselves, which sounds like a development that other people like to see.

Osamu Dazai immediately sent someone to find Andersen.

But didn't find it.

Unable to contact anyone, it seemed that he had anticipated this day and slipped away in advance.

At this moment, there was heavy snow fluttering in the sky outside, the kind of heavy snow that is hardly seen in coastal cities.

The temperature dropped suddenly.

Osamu Dazai felt that the cold air emanating from the opponent's body was even more compelling.

The black cat that he stuffed under the table let out a coquettish cry, jumped onto the chair, and squeezed into his arms to keep warm.

Queen: "He's out of this world."

After leaving these words, she disappeared in place.

Osamu Dazai didn't take this matter too seriously, because he had more important things to do.

Fyodor finished dealing with the aftermath of Fukuji Sakurachi's death and urged him to fulfill his promise.

He took off the white clothes of a guy who was eating and drinking, put on him, asked him to work for him (something he did a lot these days, and almost no one could tell the difference), and went to the meeting by himself.

He was quite curious, what lore game the other party could prepare for him.

From a certain moment when he really wanted to go back to the file, but found that it was okay to die, he deeply understood that death is very far away from the current him.

The site was chosen as an old building that has not collapsed in this world.

Witness and knife provider is the smiling Shibusawa Tatsuhiko.

The three of them sat and chatted politely for a while, and Fyodor even kindly provided tips on keeping cats in winter.

Osamu Dazai: "It is said that this kind of weather is the most familiar to Russians. Will Tuo Sijun go out to hunt bears at this time in Siberia?"

Fyodor: "If the bears hadn't turned into the house, then we wouldn't have taken the initiative to look for them in the woods."

"In my life, there is one more regrettable thing, that is, I didn't see Mr. Tuo Si fighting with a bear." Osamu Dazai said in a heavy tone, as if he was very sad.

"The two of us can fight if you want."

Osamu Dazai: "Forget it."

In order not to humiliate himself, he avoided all fights in which he was personally involved.

He doesn't fight dogs or Russians.

Shibusawa Tatsuhiko was peeling an apple with a knife, and looked at them with raised eyelids: "Do we have to say these ridiculous things in this unheated place? I don't care, you two are so cold that you have to struggle to lift your legs, right?"

Since just now, they have kept a single movement, the two of them holding on to their face: "..."

Not a big deal, right?

Osamu Dazai reached out and took out the poisoned dagger from the tray, and enthusiastically handed it to Fyodor: "Come on, come on, finish early and leave early."

Fyodor looked at the silver knife, which reflected another person's smile, so he didn't pick it up immediately: "At this moment, it seems to smell the smell of conspiracy."

Osamu Dazai: "Do you mean you mind if I didn't stand up and let you do it as agreed? Sitting is more difficult to avoid, isn't it?"

"That's right."

The thin young man politely took the poisoned blade, and stabbed it into the heart of another person with lightning speed, with the bravery that could kill a bear.

But that brand new, brand new knife, it!Suicide!

Fyodor stared at the knife that shattered into several pieces after touching Osamu Dazai, and was stunned.

He envisioned countless failed developments.

I never thought that the knife would be overwhelmed by myself.

He pulled out a smile with difficulty: "It seems that even the ruthless knife fell in love with the beauty of Sleeping Beauty."

Osamu Dazai raised his eyebrows: "Maybe this is just Shibusawa-kun trying to trick you, you can try the weapon you brought."

Fyodor certainly didn't think he could kill Dazai now, but he didn't have the virtue of not being paid either.

In the end, he still didn't believe in evil, and took out his own gun.

Dude, I can't even get it loaded.

He: "...I understand why you said at that time that you wanted to use the power of books to seek death."

Osamu Dazai sighed deeply: "You know, blessings like fairies are tantamount to curses to me. Speaking of which—the witches haven't even appeared yet, and I'm still looking forward to his curses."

Fyodor laughed, and was about to say something, when he suddenly leaned forward, his pupils shrank and then widened, and then he fell down on the chair and lost his breath.

Behind him, Shibusawa Tatsuhiko's smile was much more real.

He let go of the stabbing hand and gave Dazai Osamu who stood up a high five.

Osamu Dazai: "I'll give Tun a break later, and let him have a good fight with you."

Shibusawa Tatsuhiko nodded reservedly.

After Osamu Dazai went back, he described the good news that "Shibusawa got stuck with Tosi this time" with his other self, and the other self happily gave him an extra hour of work.

He was sitting by the window with the cat in his arms, playing with his mobile phone, so leisurely.

At some point, the cat suddenly screamed and scratched him.

He unceremoniously threw the cat into the arms of his other self, hoping that it would scratch him too, but he suddenly felt a little cold, so he drank a cup of hot tea and nestled into the lounge to sleep.

"In the winter of the 22nd year of the port mafia chief, he was scratched by a black cat and fell into a century-long sleep." -Silver Plate.

The ability given to the witch is to predict the death of the princess.

When Fyodor came into contact with him, he put a delayed onset poison on him. This poison could only put him in a near-death state, but could not kill him.

But just a moment of power failure is enough.

We all know that lethargy does not equal death.

However, sleeping for 100 years, to those around him, he is dead.

While the beauty was sleeping, the heavy snow outside the window was still falling until midnight.

Everything in Yokohama was covered in heavy snow.

The ice of extreme sanity and the slow flow of time melted together, freezing the world.

Both time and space stopped at midnight.

Only the greeting card on the desk of the chief's office is shining brightly.

A gentleman, not at the mercy of the book's world, writes "Funding Application Disapproved" fluidly on the last paperwork, then pulls a detective novel from a drawer.

The novel turned itself, and a cute boy wearing a hat jumped out of it.

"Thank you very much, otherwise I don't know how long it will take to solve the case by myself. Really, I asked Mr. Poe to write it more simply, but he just didn't listen." Andersen complained, "But I'd better Let's find someone. Goodbye, Dazai-san."

Youth: "Good luck."

-

Andersen ran hard on the streets of Yokohama, just like he ran in that small seaside town many years ago.

He panted heavily, the cold air invaded his lungs, but he still didn't stop his steps, and even accelerated his speed.

He's looking for the next person who isn't frozen.

Compared with the despair last time, he now has full confidence.

Whenever ice tried to creep from the soles of his feet to him, the gemstones in his ears shone softly, dispelling the ice and illuminating his path as he ran.

"Ding-dong-"

He pressed the doorbell reverently, coughing violently, but still staring at the closed door for a moment.

The door was quickly opened, and the white-haired youth frowned at him and asked, "What happened?"

Andersen said in a hoarse voice: "It's too late to explain... Please find something right now!"

"what?"

"A book, a white, blank book. If you have seen it, you will understand."

Gojo Satoru didn't have time to add another piece of clothes to himself, and ran out wearing a thin coat.

When everything stands still, the true face of the world is revealed in front of him.

A world that is false and as fragile as a piece of paper.

He remembered that Dazai would occasionally complain to him, "I really hate fake things, but I always seem to return to them" and "It's hard to protect this world."

It is really difficult for that person to live hard in such a world.

But no matter how difficult it is, he has to come back to life.

It doesn't take much effort for Six Eyes to search for the only real thing in the false appearance.

And in the process of searching, he also gained a new understanding of his own spells and the world.

In other words, the bottleneck between him and the domain has been broken.

There is one more thing to ask Dazai for a reward.

Coupled with the grace of saving my life, this must be promised! ! !

Gojo Satoru used the Kikufuku that he hadn't eaten yet in his pocket as collateral, took a book from the top shelf of the bookstore, and left the place in an instant.

He landed in front of Andersen.

Andersen handed him the pen: "Come on, just write the ending."

Gojo Satoru turned to what had been written before, and found that it was exactly the same as the reality. He was a little flustered, who was always reckless, and gave him the pen again: "You write, you write."

Andersen stuffed the pen to him again: "One person can only use it once, and I can still use it... I think you can write, right?"

Gojo Satoru took two deep breaths, and according to what Andersen said, he wrote down a line word by word.

It is a very plain and simple fairy tale ending——

The prince broke through the ice and snow, went to Sleeping Beauty's side, kissed him awake, and everyone lived happily ever after.

The ink blot flickered twice, as if struggling, but because it conformed to the logic of the prophecy and the development of things, it was finally established.

The book under Gojo Satoru finished his use this time, and it glowed white, ready to run away and wait for the next use by someone with predestined relationship.

Gojo Satoru snapped open the domain and locked it inside.

The book that couldn't run away because his field involved the universe, froze.

It tangled for a while, and it fell into Andersen's hands very consciously.

Andersen held it, and said to Gojo Satoru: "You can go to Mr. Osamu Dazai according to what is written on it, and everything will return to normal later."

Gojo Satoru left without hesitation.

Andersen turned to a blank page, hesitated for a moment, and wrote a line.

"If you read this sentence at this moment, can you use this book to write a greeting card to Osamu Dazai?"

The writing was swallowed by the pages, but in another world, someone saw it.

-

When Osamu Dazai woke up, the morning sun had just dispelled the mist, and the Snow Queen who had bet with Andersen melted in the warmth of sincerity and emotion.

The city revived with him.

And he seems to have experienced nothing, the first thing after waking up is to scold the five Wusao who bit his lip like a dog biting someone, and then when someone strongly asks him to make a promise with his body, he buys it before The ring fooled the past.

He himself held a cup of steaming milk tea and drank it in small sips.

The steaming white steam blurred his face, but also made the outline look very gentle.

In fact, Osamu Dazai had long since given up the option of eternal sleep.

Because he knew that when he fell, countless people would reach out to catch him.

That's why he pretended to have found all the traitors then.

In fact, it seemed like everyone was a traitor.