My Bungo system is a little different

'If I had known this would happen, I would never set up a character like the ancients hundreds of years ago! '

Surrounded by n monitors and bugs, Chi Zhi, who had to perform seriously all the time, let out a mournful roar in his heart.

How did things turn out like this?Let's go back to a few days ago.

One day after successfully rooting at the door opposite Oda Sakunosuke for a week, Akae happily wandered outside for a few laps and returned to his temporary residence. As a result, the moment he opened the door with the key, a systematic electronic female voice came from his head.

[Scanned a lot of monitoring and eavesdropping equipment in the house where the host lives, do you want to enable shielding? 】

Good guy, although it is said that to provoke Sakunosuke Oda, you must be prepared to be targeted by Osamu Dazai, but this is too exaggerated.Chi Zhi listened to the system pointing out the locations of all the 'bugs' like the name of a dish, and couldn't help but feel deep empathy for Ye Shenyue, who was being targeted by L.

He hesitated for a few seconds, then decisively ordered the system: leave them alone, but remind me first whenever I am under surveillance.

No way, who made "Dante" an ancient person who could not have been exposed to high-tech equipment, he sighed in his heart.

So he lived a life of always wearing a mysterious smile even in the bathroom.

Do not ask.As expected of you, Dazai Osamu.

After a few days, he couldn't eat well, and he couldn't sleep well.Finally, in the middle of a certain emotional night, Chizhi broke out.

'System, do you think I will be killed by Osamu Dazai now that I am begging Oda to take me in with my blanket. Chi Zhi quietly opened his eyes and looked at the dark ceiling.

[It is not recommended for the host to do this.The behavior is predicted to be extremely risky. 】

As if feeling Chizhi's collapsed mood, the system's voice unexpectedly faltered.

'Just kidding, kidding, how could I take the initiative to step on the bottom line of that black mud? "Chizhi said in his mind in a tone that didn't seem to be joking at all, "It's just that procrastination can't solve the problem. If this continues, I will be mentally weak before Oda can finish writing a novel. '

If it wasn't for the shell produced by the system, he wouldn't have dark circles, and now he must be prettier than a giant panda.

'Decided.Go for a walk around the dangerous area tomorrow to see if you can 'encounter' Osamu Dazai. Even if you are directly washed with black mud, it is better than being cut with a soft knife. Akaeda closed her eyes and began to think about how to talk about the most difficult man in the original series.

After using all his energy to speculate on a certain black hole, he fell into a deep sleep in fatigue, still with a mysterious smile on his face.

In the evening of the next day, "Dante" strolled on the embankment, looking at the sky with a myriad of colors in the afterglow, between the five buildings of Guangsha, the sun gradually sank.After standing on the shore for a while, the boy didn't head towards the bustling business district, but walked leisurely along the alleys towards a poorer and more dangerous place.

After the buildings around him transitioned from neat and beautiful bungalows to low and dilapidated shacks or simply abandoned buildings with air leaks on all sides and skylights on the roof, "Dante" slowed down, as if he wanted to engrave everything around him into his eyes carefully. Looking around the 'scenery'.

Suddenly he glanced at the half-stained sky, and stopped among the broken walls soaked in puddles and growing moss—no, rubble.

"Please come out, this unknown friend." "Dante" said with an expression as if he was not disturbed at all, "I think there is nothing more suitable for conversations than the ruins of human life."

After about three or four minutes, no one came out, and his determined expression did not change in any way. At this time, he turned around suddenly as if he suddenly realized something.

A thin boy with black shaggy hair, a white bandage on his forehead, and an oversized black coat appeared there at some point.

The two teenagers stood facing each other, one of them blinked with a genuine smile, and the other's iris-colored pupils only contained a bottomless abyss.

Silence lasted for a while.

Before the situation turned into a staring contest, the older one put a half-shy and gentle smile on his face as if he had done his best, and he folded his hands and apologized sincerely and zero: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I saw you facing me alone. Going this way, I was a little worried, so I followed up—this way is very dangerous!"

"But you've been following me since Minato Mirai..." "Dante" swallowed the unspoken complaints, and interrupted Osamu Dazai's completely indifferent performance: "This worry is not the other worry."

He adjusted his expression to a serious direction by two gears, and then said: "Is it related to Oda-kun? May I help you?"

Seeing Dazai's eyes slipping deeper, "Dante" quickly added: "I was joking. I know you are Oda-kun's friend."

If you want to ask why you know it, that is, in the setting, the client is the leader of the parallel world of the opposite person, and this can be regarded as information that can be revealed half-covered.

Dazai did not pursue the last sentence of "Dante", but brought the topic to a completely different direction: "What standard does Dante-kun use to accept the commission?"

"What standard?" "Dante" was stunned for a second, and replied, "In that case, when the goddess of fate smiles at the abyss she created, I will try to fight with the ruthless runner without shouting or staying behind. Talk about the existence of tears?"

Before Dazai could respond to the newly produced Riddler of "Dante", he continued to add: "Specifically, is there a standard? I don't think I have a choice."

From Dazai's expression, it was impossible to tell whether he was satisfied with this answer. This mafia, who was feared in the world outside, just muttered "I see," and began to ask questions mercilessly.

"You are a believer, right?" He tilted his head halfway and asked the question, "Then I ignored the lamb suffering from hunger and disease, and chose to instruct an adult male who is not tired to write?"

This time, "Dante" did not give an immediate answer.

The young questioner bowed his head in thought for a moment, then raised his head again, pointed to an old man not far away who was dressed in tattered clothes, but his eyes flickered fiercely from time to time, and explained his reasons without haste.

"It's a little difficult to talk to non-believers. Let me give you an example. The old man over there, do you think he is more like a ghost or a person? He is indeed suffering from poverty. Do you think his life is like hell? ?" "Dante" did not use honorifics, "Or do you think we and everyone are lining up in hell?"

"It is said that among those who have not been baptized and have no sin, only Adam, Abel, Noah, Moses and others were saved by the mighty power of the Lord. From my short-sighted point of view, the impermanence of fate and the benevolence of the Lord are one, but The way we can't understand, the Lord is the strict father. My own way of dealing with it is to maintain 'faith, hope and love', and the object, of course, is the Lord."

The young man smiled and said very cold words, "In order to prevent you from calling me a heretic, let me state in advance that I don't believe in scheduled relief. Yokohama, here is a brand new reality for me. I sympathize with the people who suffer here, but—"

The eyes of "Dante" have a rare inorganic texture, and his position shifts from the religious to the other: "I am a poet. The poet gazes at the soul, and the poet gazes at the sky. Homer is blind, but he still sees everything. A pure poet His world is the world on stage, and his life is the life of an exile. So I just watched."

"A poet?" Dazai frowned, showing an expression as if he had discovered a brand new creature.

"That's right." "Dante" moved his gaze to the sun that was far away on the horizon.

The smiles on the faces of the two people faded away at the same time.

After a while, Dazai said softly as if a dead leaf was being crushed: "Is there any poem you can read to me?"

"Dante" didn't look back at him, but responded to his request gently:

"The woods here are so lovely and deep and far-reaching,

But I still have unfulfilled promises to fulfill,

Miles to go before I fall asleep,

Miles to go before I fall asleep. "

After that, they didn't continue talking, but left separately.