K-type Mage

Although that Mr. Yuan has a good attitude, but because he is powerful and mysterious to the point of dread, the port mafia who had contact with him and knew of his existence did not take the initiative to probe him when he lived as an elderly person.

Osamu Dazai wrote down the fact that Nakahara Nakaya had a good impression of Mr. Minamoto for some reason, and briefly thought about what telling Mr. Mori would make his partner face.

……no.

A guy like Mr. Mori will definitely send Zhongya to build a good relationship with Mr. Yuan, who has a gentler attitude towards children.Chuya is obviously his dog.

Mr. Yuan really has a good appearance that makes people appreciate it at first glance. He often has a gentle and friendly smile on his face—as long as no one has seen his cold face at the bedside of the ancestors and his indifference to horror when he fell from the sky. look.

He seems to like animals very much, and he often goes to Chinatown Food Street. He lives in an ordinary residential area, and he always talks to grandparents when he goes out for a walk; all in all, he seems to be the most ordinary young man.

But it's too inconsistent.Sometimes that kind of smile is so inconsistent that it seems to be imitating others and hiding clumsiness.

Such a thing as coming from outside the world... It's hard to believe just by mentioning it in such a simple way.In this world where there are both gods and monsters, the identity of the other party cannot be determined.

"Anyway, Chuya, you can't go to Mr. Yuan privately!" He said childishly, "I won't allow it, and neither will Mr. Mori!"

"You can really say this kind of domineering speech." Zhong Yuan himself was upset, and he didn't care about his short silence before he said this. "Of course I know, that person may be an enemy."

"This kind of thing is not important - what is going on with the current situation?" He said, "Another space?"

"I don't know what Gen-san wants to do." Dazai glanced at the school gate quickly, "But I think it's like a game." He said calmly, "Do you remember those three rules?"

"Remember. Are we students now?"

"You can go to the teaching building to have a look."

The sky is still as red as it was at the time of encountering a demon, but after that weird feeling, the sunset glow that came into my eyes again has a weird color, like oil paint that has been stirred and solidified.

The teaching building stood still in front.Including the boulevard, the surrounding scenery is like a still picture.

"Dazai... have you ever been to school?"

"...No. Chuuya, you are not nervous, are you?"

"..."

"Don't worry, the students in this kind of place won't be ordinary people... Maybe they're not even human beings."

"When the time comes, don't cry out in fright."

"How come~ I'm very courageous."

Talking like this, the two teenagers cautiously walked towards the teaching building.

……

"Dazai-kun, Zhongyuan-kun! You two are on duty today, get along well and don't let the teacher worry anymore!"

Crisp and sweet girl's voice.

The black-haired and kite-eyed boy "Dazai-kun" has a distorted expression, and his companion, the orange-haired and blue-eyed boy "Central Plains-kun" also has a slightly subtle expression.

In their eyes, a "girl" with a sweet voice can indeed tell the gender, but the appearance is...

"Okay, I'm leaving first, you two must remember to be safe, there are ghosts traveling around the time of the devil!" The girl seemed to have a lively temper, and she continued on her own without getting a response, "I don't want to go to class When I heard the news that my classmate was killed by a ghost or saw a dead body, goodbye~”

Then she just disappeared.The girl in school uniform covered in blood, with her neck tilted at an angle that is completely impossible for human physiology, disappeared from the eyes of the two boys like smoke blown by the wind.

Dazai, seeing a ghost for the first time in his life, Zhi: "..."

Zhongyuan·Have seen ghosts but rarely·Zhongye: "..."

The latter is used to seeing grotesque filth, and the dead have seen it before. He quickly reacted and looked at his companion, worried that the other party might be frightened—even if the invisible world really exists, ordinary people are always afraid: "... ... Dazai?"

The former's eyes were dull: "...ah."

His voice sounded a little erratic, and a little wronged——

"Why is this happening! If ghosts really exist in the world, even if I die, I won't die completely?!"

"..." Zhong Yuanzhong was also very calm, "Don't worry, you can't become a ghost if you want to die like this." He didn't want to discuss death and ghosts with his suicide enthusiast partner anymore, "Do you really want to clean?"

This is a classroom.The wooden tables and chairs, the orange curtains, and the blackboard behind the podium were wiped clean. In the lower right corner, there were words "Dazai ○" and "Central Plains ●●" in the lower right corner—the circles were drawn and painted very carefully.

Osamu Dazai seriously thought about whether this was the bad taste of the mastermind behind the scenes or some kind of real name rule.

"..."

Just in case.

"Let me call you another name for now," he said. "How about calling you Chura?"

Nakahara Chuya: "...Huh? Why don't you just call your surname directly?! Do you want me to call you Osami?"

Osamu Dazai: "...I have given up hope for your IQ, Mr. Zhongyuan."

"Why did you suddenly attack personally?!"

Earlier, the two walked into the teaching building together, and the next moment they appeared in this classroom, met the girl face to face, and were forced to listen to what she said.

These young partners, who can be considered big-hearted and have completely different reactions from ordinary people, decided to call each other, and decided to explore this school first.

"It really looks like a game, and it's an online version of a horror game." Osamu Dazai said, "Do you want to find the boss first, Mr. Central Plains?"

"This is a task given by Mr. Mori." Nakahara Nakaya replied, "You can't be a game."

After discovering that the scenery outside the window is still the still dusk and the fog surrounding the school gate, and there is a transparent barrier preventing them from going out from here—by the way, their supernatural powers have not disappeared, but that barrier cannot be broken or is to eliminate.

They are now on their way to the utility room—in fact, they are using this journey to observe the situation inside the teaching building. This school in a different space completely reproduces the real Yokohama Academy.

The corridor was silent, and the other classrooms were closed and empty. Looking in through the glass window on the door, it was an old scene that was covered with heavy dust and forgotten by time; it seemed that only the year they were originally in The class has only students in class.

"Since even ghosts have appeared, will there be ghost stories and other appearances?" Dazai Osamu diverted his thinking, "For example, Miss Hanako in the toilet, runners on the track, No. 13 steps, and the piano in the music room. Voice……"

"I know this too." Nakahara Nakaya said, "Maybe it's a curse spirit formed because of its popularity." Although he didn't tell Mr. Mori that he could see those things, he consciously understood them after reading the information.

Through the quiet and unproblematic corridor, they came to the utility room to the side of the toilet.

The door was not locked, leaving a slit worse than a finger. It seemed very dark inside, and the situation inside could not be seen from outside the door.

However, when the two teenagers stopped walking, their expressions changed in unison.

Bloody smell.

A dark red liquid slowly flowed out from the gap at the bottom.

No words needed.

Zhongyuan Zhong also decisively kicked open the somewhat old door with peeling red paint.

The scene behind the door came into their eyes.

The doll soaked in a pool of blood is a cute little pink rabbit holding a big carrot, but the mouth sewn with black thread looks like a mocking grim smile.

There seemed to be something hidden in the bulging body.

There was a loud noise of heavy objects falling from the toilet on the other side; followed by the bang bang sound of the compartment door being opened and closed continuously, it was an annoying noise because it was too sudden and continuous .

"Naughty." Osamu Dazai commented, "Mr. Nakahara, let's go see Miss Rabbit together."

"Do dolls have a gender?" Zhong Yuanzhong was also very puzzled - the doll's clothing was gender-neutral denim overalls; but they went into the utility room together.

"I can guess at will~"

Carefully avoiding the solidified liquid, they squatted together next to the rabbit doll.

"Mr. Central Plains, please~" Dazai put his hands together in a pleading form, "I'm afraid of being dirty."

"...You just think it's troublesome and don't want to do it!" Saying this, Mr. Zhongyuan stretched out his hand honestly.

The pink bunny figure is ripped apart by gravity.

"Mr. Central Plains, you are so cold, such a cute Miss Rabbit was mercilessly torn apart! It's too much!"

"Believe it or not, I threw Miss Rabbit directly in your face, bastard!"

A folded piece of paper appeared in the belly of the rabbit doll.It is yellow, with frayed edges, and rich colors in the slightly exposed gaps-it seems to be a piece of drawing paper.

The loud slam of the toilet door suddenly stopped.

Dazai quickly picked up the piece of paper and held it in the palm of his hand: "Mr. Zhongyuan, be careful next time!"

Heavy, rhythmic footsteps sounded from the toilet.

Zhong Yuanzhong also snorted and stood up: "I'm not as weak as you."

**

awesome.

Yuan Shen, who came out of Chinatown, admired in his heart the two teenagers who were facing abnormal things.

He is actually very good at self-analysis, and he has a clear understanding of himself; now that he has enough strength, he recalls the embarrassment and subsequent chaos when he crossed at the beginning, and he can admit that his psychological endurance at that time was really fragile .

——Anyway, he is not so calm when facing those inhuman things and products that are completely contrary to the Three Views.

After all, the world he originally lived in was a peaceful and warm world.Ordinary people among all living beings will know the suffering of others through the developed information media, but they do not see it with their own eyes, so that it is completely inferior to witnessing more cruel tragedies in terms of shock and exaggeration.

In times like that, many things tended to be entertaining—and then that fragile but enduring veil was viciously ripped off in the Otherworld.

He likes double black.

And in such a "watching" situation, there was a strange resonance with Mr. Mori Ogai similar to raising children and watching children grow up.

Although originally because of his own status, even if he likes children, he rarely keeps those children he met in different ways by his side—only for a while, he worked as a teacher in a certain place with his best friend.

Satisfied, he walked towards the approved dessert shop with his hands in his hands.

The sun had already set, the sky was getting dark, and the blue was so deep that it was almost invisible; the buildings on both sides of the street were lit up intermittently, illuminating the pedestrians and vehicles on the road.

What a peaceful scene.

He sighed like this, stopped at the corner of the street, and looked at the dessert shop with a gentle expression. Ten seconds later, the glass door was pushed open, and the tinkling wind chimes were still clear amidst the noisy voices. .

A black-haired teenager—or a young man, with cool-toned green eyes behind black-framed glasses, but like a pine tree after rain, green and bright; he holds a dessert bag in one hand, and pushes the door out with the other, with an expression of buying It's time for the delightful dessert.

On the other side, there is a girl carrying a bag. The butterfly hairpin pinned to her short hair is golden, and the luster shining under the light seems to have the vitality of flapping its wings.

They left the street together.

Yuan Shen couldn't help smiling.Because the boy looked over here before leaving, and showed an obviously unhappy expression because he didn't find anything.

There are so many smart kids in this world.

He sighed, and continued to walk with his hands in his hands.

Yuan Shen has nothing special to like in terms of taste, and after returning to Earth after many years, his desire to try has become more and more vigorous-in fact, he has learned how to make new food during this period of time.

He went into the dessert shop.

After the customer didn't choose for a long time, the glass door of the dessert shop was pushed open again, the wind chimes were crisp and sweet, and the person who came in caused the waitress to let out an exclamation that she was trying to suppress.

It was a tall, white-haired man wearing a black eye patch, which could easily be misunderstood as a young man with visual impairment; according to the average height of Japanese national males, this man was tall; even if his eyes were not exposed, The lower half of the face can also make people imagine such a handsome face.

Although the guest looked like a visually impaired person, he then skillfully stood in front of the counter and started picking out cakes as if he could really see.

Yuan Shen, who was on the other side of him, gave him a gentle look, didn't say much, stepped aside silently, and said to the waitress behind the counter: "Please give me this, this, and this."

All three cakes are sweet and kid-friendly.

The lady waiter at the dessert shop had a good attitude, she responded quickly and handed over the money to the cake, and then Yuan Shen took the dessert bag and was about to leave.

The white-haired man seemed to glance at him. After he pushed open the door and left, he looked at the counter regretfully, uttered an unclear tone, clapped his hands at the end, and said in an excited tone: "I met something interesting, and it really is Go and see it first!"

The waitress silently typed a question mark behind the counter, watching the white-haired customer turn away without picking anything, as if following the previous customer.

There are so many strange people these days, she thought of a young man in cassock who came to this shop at dusk today, with slender fox eyes and handsome eyebrows; he also left without picking anything.The regular customer just now was very decisive.

Yuan Shen was not walking fast on the street.

Because he knew someone would catch up.

"Hello, little brother." The white-haired man greeted him with a smile.

"Hello." Yuan Shen nodded calmly, "What can I do?"

The author has something to say:

＊chuya (中央) → chura (美良)

＊osamu (government) → osami (self-cultivation)

＊chura is a girl's name, but Zhong didn't realize it, and instead complained directly.

＊Because it is a mixed world view, some settings may conflict and change.