Zaizafang

Since then, Chuya Nakahara scolded Dazai, who had been in a coma for three days and three nights, to wake up, and spread throughout Mafia.

Dazai got his vacation as he wished, a week-long, even nice paid vacation.

After finally being free, he was not in a good mood.Normally, he spends 70.00% of his time in Mafia's building, and the remaining 20.00% of his time is spent on field work. The last time, rest and commit suicide, will pass.So he rarely comes to his apartment - although he is only 16 years old, he has indeed earned the money to buy a luxury apartment.

Today, he was lying in his unfurnished apartment, counting the patterns on the ceiling, sorting out the memories of the parallel world he got.

He had tried it, and the book, invisible to others, was a phantom to others.But he did get information about a lot of parallel worlds from this book, and unless his delusional disorder is hopeless, this kind of information cannot be explained.Most importantly, he could feel that he could really use this book, that he could use it to change reality.

Dazai didn't try this power lightly, he was still recalling the clues of those parallel worlds.

There is too much irrelevant information, and it is not easy to extract useful content from it. Among them, someone's role has been highlighted, so prominent in the fragments, it is almost a gilded special effect, and the movie playback must be played ten times. The effect of the grade filter.

Oda Sakunosuke, Oda Saku.

Thinking of this name, Dazai's heart sank for no reason.This person appears infrequently, but is extremely important.How important is it...

Dazai broke his head and couldn't think that he would have friends, and this Odasaku is his best friend.

Even he, who only watched the memories, admitted that this would be his friend.

Then, Mr. Oda Saku, who left an important mark in his life, died.

Yes, dead.

So this trace became thick and colorful.

Dazai's heart twitched when he thought of the picture in this non-existent memory, the dilapidated church in the sunset.His face became a little gloomy, curled up on the bed, and a thought came out involuntarily:

Sure enough, I just don't deserve all the good things.

Then he was slapped in the face again by the memory.

According to the memory of the parallel world, the death of Oda Saku pushed him to another world, and on that obscure gray road, he really, harvested a group of people who could be companions, really, found someone who could be his companion. A life of reckless fishing and teasing.

All because of Odasaku.

Holding the book in his arms, Dazai turned over on the bed, whispering the name Odasaku.

"But Oda Tsukuru is dead." Someone whispered in his ear.

If the heart is a little weak, maybe this sentence will send someone to heaven.

Dazai's heart was fine, but it missed a beat because of it.Propping himself up on his elbows, he looked at Mr. Illusion beside him.

This was the first time he saw the face of this Mr. Illusion, but he was not surprised, because he had already guessed the identity of this illusion while browsing the memories of the parallel world.This long sand-colored trench coat is instantly recognizable.

At this time, he was not in a hurry to ask, but just looked at the phantom occupying his bed.

The older version of Dazai was calmer than him, slumped comfortably on the bed, enjoying the soft mattress bought at a high price.In terms of patience, he couldn't compare to this underage brat.

Sure enough, the 16-year-old Dazai couldn't hold back.

"who are you?"

Osamu Dazai in the sand-colored windbreaker rolled around on the bed, and he didn't feel too much disobedience when he did some innocent actions for an adult. The man laughed and replied with a versatile but very unbeatable sentence: "Guess. "

Speechless.

"Is it my imagination?"

"It's definitely not. Your imagination will not exceed the information you have come into contact with, but I led you to find this." Osamu Dazai took the book out of Dazai's hand, "This is not within the scope of your cognition."

He had a smug expression: Look, what treasure I found for you.

"Indeed. So you are a projection from other worlds?"

"Guess what."

"whispering sound."

After laughing for a while, Osamu Dazai in the sand-colored windbreaker suddenly darkened his face, vividly interpreting the speed of the adult's face-changing.

"The established destiny has begun."

"It's strange, do I still believe in fate?"

The book was slapped on his face.

"You have seen it yourself, that is destiny." The voice with no emotion read, "For example, thousands of acquaintances between you and Oda Saku, and his death."

Dazai ignored him, took the book off his face, and flipped through it.

"Treasure the time now. Next month will be the leading war, and some people will be busy then. Before that, there is one more thing." Before the phantom of Osamu Dazai disappeared, he seemed to smile slightly, "The last day of the holiday Go to the underground bar for a drink, and you will meet Odasaku."

He disappeared without further words, but Dazai had already grasped the meaning.

That is the beginning of the established destiny. If you don't believe it, you can try it, and then experience what is called a happy ending under the sunset.

If you believe it, what will happen... Destiny is the most difficult thing to say, maybe you will do everything possible to hide, but you will usher in the ending you least want.

But, does he really have the guts to do it?

......

ashamed.

Regarding the matter of Odasaku, Dazai was surprisingly timid and dared not take risks.Obviously he has never come into contact with this person at all, but only saw the experience of the parallel world.

He just dare not.Young people, what's wrong with retreating once in a while.

I dare not contact such friends, dare not face the legendary fate.

He seemed to see the man's mocking on the glass again, and now it's all in high-definition unencoded version, and the mocking expression is very clear.

Dazai wrote a reply like "Don't laugh normally" on the document with a blank face, and he doesn't know what expression the person who gets this document will have, he probably will be paralyzed for a while.

Nasty adults.

All in all very annoying.

The author has something to say:

Surprised, I reviewed my own article by myself.

Two bright yellows and one red are really amazing.

In the last chapter, I was waiting for the high-level trial happily.

And then the tweet:

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"White Kylin Cultivation Raiders" by Youjin

I'm Shibusawa ○hiko, a well-known honest person in a high-risk supernatural show, and a member of the White Triangle Plastic Sisters.

The system doesn't talk about martial arts, cheats, cheats, and runs away overnight with points, leaving me in the time before all the plots started... more than ten years ago.

At this time, the script team that killed me is still a small one, and I have decided to lie flat and stay away from Yokohama, hoping to make it to the finale.

As it turned out, I was naive and the world was full of malice.

As a kid I needed to pull a bunch of bad adults.

At home, there is a leader Zai who has gone to the wrong time and space. He is fighting wits with a cat brought back from a black-hearted pet shop, arguing about the ultimate proposition of a magical girl, and the blackening chaos that is also scurrying on the timeline is cheering him on. .

Leader Jae: Inspiration!Charm!psychology!

Heihuachao: Randomly select a lucky person and give a dice girl as a gift.

It turns out that the two of you are still gangsters, is it allowed by the coc to make eight eggs yourself? !

I slammed into people and drank the quick-acting heart-relief medicine formulated by Yaoyan.

In the dreamland, after picking up one of the incarnations of love crafts, a certain pineapple head dragged back a drunken dimensional witch.

In order to support them, I worked diligently to make plans, and I had to work part-time in my daydreams. I was so moved that I shed crocodile tears after watching the unscrupulous XXX.

Traveling on a tour is a classic scene where a certain primary school student chooses one of the three.

A front-loading washing machine: The real culprit is——

Me: Ah yes yes yes it is me, bad jpg

Ayatsuji: You were stabbed just now and you are bleeding, so please shut up——

Well-meaning Russian rice balls sent me an invitation to change the world.

I think it's okay, and reverse Amway to destroy the world.

Obviously I am a cub myself, but I want to cultivate others in reverse, I am tired, destroy it: D