Alien ability is a shared system

At eight o'clock in the evening, it began to rain heavily in Yokohama.

Yokohama on a rainy night has a different charm. The gray rain curtain can perfectly cover up the traces left by violent activities, and the dense rain can also cover the slight movement during the action. The rainy night adds a touch of gorgeous makeup to the dangerous charm of Yokohama .

The light sign of Lupin Bar looked particularly dim in the rain, but it also gave people an inexplicable sense of peace of mind. When Ango Sakaguchi pushed open the door of the bar, he saw a red-haired wine-haired man sitting at his desk doing something on the counter of the bar. friends.

This man is as reassuring as this bar.

Ango Sakaguchi's heartstrings, which had been tense for a long time, relaxed a little because he saw a close friend in a familiar place, and he took the briefcase to the empty seat next to Oda Sakunosuke.

"A glass of whiskey."

"OK……"

While the bartender was mixing the drinks, Ango Sakaguchi put down his bag, looked at Sakunosuke Oda, and asked curiously, "What are you writing about?"

"Novel..." Oda Sakunosuke raised his head and showed the covered manuscript paper to his friend: "I wrote it."

"Ok?"

Ango Sakaguchi knew that Sakunosuke Oda was writing a novel.But knowing his friend's personality well, he never expected that he would see him working so hard.

"Are you surprised?" Oda Sakunosuke put down his pen, took a sip of the whiskey that was put aside, and handed over the manuscript paper: "Look?"

Ango Sakaguchi, who had been imprisoned in the intelligence room of the port mafia all day, became interested. After receiving the manuscript, he read it carefully.

And seeing Ango Sakaguchi was fascinated, even the boss of the part-time bartender didn't notice that the drink had been mixed.

Seeing the manuscript paper in his hand, the good-natured boss understood why this meticulous guest was so preoccupied today.

Because speaking of it, he was the first person in this bar to read the novel of Oda Sakunosuke.

The novel written by that guest is a text that can touch people's hearts.

Thinking of the feeling of reading Oda's novels, the boss couldn't help but smile, and his expression relaxed a lot, as if recalling something so ordinary but unforgettable.

Yokohama, the city also has its former glory.But after being classified as a concession, all kinds of ghosts and monsters gathered here, and the chaos in Yokohama became more and more outstanding. Although it is a city far away from the main battlefield, it is filled with gunpowder smoke all the time.

Such chaos, such darkness, but it is in such chaos and darkness that those rare bright memories are so precious.

Rainy days, gangsters, and homeless orphans are all common sights in this city. Every time he sees these people, Ango Sakaguchi feels nothing but sadness in his heart.

Just wait a little longer, when we get rid of the restless people in this city, order and chaos, everything will be fine, and Yokohama will become the same as Osaka and Tokyo.

But in Oda Tsukuru's novel, these three meet, and what they collide produces is such a heartwarming story.

The ordinary, precious but at ease in extraordinary daily life made Ango Sakaguchi's eyes become gentle while reading the novel.

Squeak——

The door of the tavern was pushed open again, and this time it was a young man with black curly hair who was covered in damp moisture.

The boy's face and wrists were covered with white bandages, and the suit coat draped over his body left wet rain stains. Walking into the warm room from the cool rainy night, the boy yawned lazily, and Acquaintances in the tavern say hello.

"You've all arrived, Odasaku... Ango."

"Dazai, you're here." Seeing the visitor, Oda Sakunosuke raised his glass: "What would you like to drink?"

"Boss, let me have a cup of detergent." Dazai Osamu sat in his usual seat, ordered the drink he wanted, and curiously aimed at Ango Sakaguchi who had been reading something: "Ango is watching What?"

Hearing his inquiry, Ango Sakaguchi handed him a page of manuscript paper that he had already read, and barely raised his head: "It's the novel written by Oda Saku."

"Hey——" Dazai Osamu was excited, as if seeing a cat with a fluffy ball, he took the manuscript paper and put it on the table: "Has Oda Saku finished writing?"

"Yeah..." Odasaku put down his wine glass, pointed to the remaining papers on the bar: "Actually, I'm preparing the second one."

"Well, Oda Saku has also worked hard." Osamu Dazai replied casually, but his eyes never left the novel in his hand.

"After all, I still have to raise a child." Oda Sakunosuke chuckled.

"At this time, you should complain about it, whether it is detergent or being complained about not being diligent enough."

The [-]-word novel is not long. Ango Sakaguchi has finished reading the novel at this time, and handed the remaining manuscript paper to Osamu Dazai. Ango Sakaguchi rubbed his eyes and looked at Sakunosuke Oda: "It's very well written."

"thanks……"

"What should I do next? Do I need to submit an article to a newspaper?" Pushing his glasses, Ango Sakaguchi returned to his former capable and cautious mafia elite:

"I do know the channels of several magazines here, if you need my help, just tell me..."

"Submit to a magazine?"

Being able to write a work has already made Oda Sakunosuke feel satisfied, and getting the approval of his friends is even more unexpected.But Oda Sakunosuke, who contributed something, hasn't considered it for the time being.

"Of course we have to submit it!" When Oda Sakunosuke hesitated, Dazai Osamu looked at the manuscript and said loudly, "Such a beautiful novel, of course everyone should see it."

"It's too exaggerated, Dazai." Oda Sakunosuke showed a helpless look on his face. Hearing his words, the friend with iris-colored eyes barely raised his head, his eyes were bright as if he saw his favorite canned crab meat in the past: " Leave this matter to me, hey, Odasaku, leave it to me."

"Okay..." Oda Sakunosuke was never able to refuse the concern of his friends, so he quickly agreed to Dazai Osamu's request.

Dazai, who received the promise from Oda Sakunosuke, immediately raised his eyebrows, even the remaining chill from returning from the rainy night was relieved.

"I said Dazai..." Ango Sakaguchi hesitated to speak, but in the end he managed to utter a few words when Odasaku and Osamu Dazai looked in his direction: "Be careful."

"Ah, ah, ah—" Osamu Dazai temporarily put the manuscript on the bar counter, spreading his hands, "This is a novel written by Oda Tsukuru!"

Therefore, I will never do unnecessary things.

The young port mafia cadre's eyes were cold, and it was rare that he did not show the iconic look of decadence.

Taking a sip of the slightly spicy whiskey, feeling the familiar bustle in the bar, Odasaku calmed down the turmoil caused by that nightmare.

And at this moment, the familiar electronic sound rang in his ears.

[Main line staged task [-]: Publish an article (or poem) in a newspaper

Limitation requirement: read by 5000 people

Reward: 4500 literature points (2000 basic rewards, for every additional reader, the literature point reward will increase by 0.5...) literature point balance: 950 points]

[Mr. Host, good evening!I'm 01, do you miss me——]