Yokohama old father writes book daily

Although I have experienced a lot in another world, after returning to the world of possibilities, it is still Christmas Eve.

Kony has already been taken home by the owner of the western restaurant, so there is no need to worry.Osamu Dazai, who needs to worry, is still in a state of communication loss before crossing.

Redhead man feeling upset.

Dazai didn’t want to say more about Fyodor in his ramblings at the end, why?

The reason is simple, Dazai was afraid of what he would think.

That is to say, what Fyodor will do next is actually not difficult to think about. The current information is enough to draw a conclusion, and Dazai thinks he can think of it.

But it's too annoying to calm down and think about it, and it's even more unworkable to go directly to Hong Kong to meet Dazai.The red-haired man had no choice but to walk around aimlessly, and finally his intuition led him to Lupin's bar.

It's almost eleven o'clock in the evening, and Lupin's Bar is about to close, and there are no customers. The elderly bartender is standing behind the bar, slowly wiping a wine glass with a white cloth, and a three-coloured cat is lying lazily in the corner take a nap.

The red-haired man habitually found his old seat and sat down.

For him, Lupine Bar is just like curry, possessing indescribable magic power, as long as he sits here, he feels calm and can think well.

The bartender brought him a glass of "the old style", and he took a sip in the most accustomed posture to let his body enter a comfortable state.

He began to carefully recall every detail of the conversation with Dazai.

When he told Dazai that Fyodor had taken the [book], Dazai only asked him two questions, and then he seemed to have come to some conclusion, and began to avoid continuing to discuss this matter.

The first question Dazai asked was whether Fyodor knew the truth about the [Book].

The answer is: know.

Dazai's second question was whether Fyodor had said anything to the red-haired man.

The answer is: "Osamu Dazai will die because of you."

Are these two points enough to draw conclusions?As expected of Tai-no, now is not the time to praise Dazai!

The red-haired man reached into his pocket, holding the pen given to him by the god of another world, and began to think further.

Fyodor persuaded him to break the precept to kill, and after he refused, Fyodor immediately predicted Dazai's death.

According to Fyodor, if he killed Fyodor, Dazai would not die, otherwise, Dazai would definitely die.

why?Is there any connection between Fyodor's life and death and Dazai's life and death?

His thoughts became a little chaotic, the red-haired man raised his head and almost took a sip of wine roughly, and began to think in another direction.

Dazai was concerned about whether Fyodor knew the truth when he got the [book].This is normal and he will care.Because if Fyodor didn't know the truth, he might just write on it, and the whole world would end.

However, Dazai's attitude after learning the answer was not relieved, but rather weird.

Thinking about it carefully, Fyodor knew that the [book] could not be written, and yet found him to take it away. This behavior itself is a bit strange.According to Fyodor, this is giving him "the only chance".

Fyodor seemed to have the absolute certainty that as long as he was alive, he would be able to kill Dazai.

Why are you so confident?

Dazai is so smart and keen, there is no one in this world who is absolutely sure to kill Dazai, and Fyodor is not like a fool who is overconfident.

Moreover, Fyodor also said that Dazai would die because of him, what is the connection with him?

He, Fyodor, Dazai, there seems to be some kind of close connection between the three, around the close connection of [Book]...

Suddenly, the red-haired man froze, and it took him a long time to grab the wine glass and pour all the wine that should be savored slowly into his stomach.This is undoubtedly a very wrong way to drink, but he can't pay attention to these small problems for the time being.

He remembered that Dazai once told him that if more than three people knew at the same time, the world would become unstable and would be destroyed before the [Book] could be used.

This is what all three of them have in common.They all know that the number of insiders that this world can bear has reached the maximum.

Fyodor was right, he didn't kill Fyodor then, Dazai would have died because of him.

The quiet mobile phone in his pocket suddenly vibrated with a message.

The red-haired man turned on his phone to check it, and a strange mouse pattern popped up on the screen. The mouse snickered and disappeared, and there was only an address and a short sentence in the message: "Xiaozhi, do you want to witness the death of the leader of the gangsters with my own eyes?" ?”

The red-haired man recognized the address. It was an abandoned old castle located in the center of the lease. Against the background of the surrounding low-rise buildings, it could be described as towering into the sky. It was quite spectacular. People called it the "Skeleton Castle".

He stared at the news for a long time like an enemy, and finally shivered uncontrollably.

The three-flowered cat in the corner of the bar seemed to have sensed something, jumped up nimbly, and jumped out over the red-haired man.

The red-haired man stretched out his hand to support the edge of the bar, but he couldn't get up at the first push, and almost fell over the high stool instead.

He collected himself and held on for a second time before standing up.

"Guest, are you okay?"

He turned to look at the bartender.

"Guest, did you break up with your lover?" the bartender asked him.

"No. Why do you ask?"

The bartender looked at the red-haired man with the wisdom of the elders, and smiled tolerantly: "Because tonight is Christmas, but the customer came here alone, and the black-haired guy who likes to eat crab meat is not accompanied You, and... your trousers are still wet, you must have been pushed into the water."

Most of the time there was a quarrel when we broke up, and we fell into the water between pushing and shoving.When young couples break up, it's not uncommon for them to pull out knives and stab each other.

When they get older, they will gradually understand that plainness is the truth.

The red-haired man glanced down at the words.

The bartender's eyes are quite good. Even in the dim light of the bar, he can see the details of the customer's trousers at a glance.

The red-haired man took back the steps he had taken, and explained: "I went down the river to take a shortcut, it wasn't because I was pushed, Dazai..."

He was struggling to think about how to explain his inner worries: "Dazai encountered something today, and he refused to tell me more. I couldn't help but wonder...whether he wants to commit suicide."

"Is that so? The customer is lost because of this." The bartender showed amazing calmness, "But when the customer came for the first time, didn't he already describe it to me?" I like to eat canned crab meat, and I like to shout Suicide.' Isn't the lover you care about already like this?"

The bartender's words lifted the red-haired man's spirits.

Yeah, why didn't he think of that?

Dazai hadn't committed suicide for a long time, so long that he almost forgot that Dazai was a suicide maniac who loves suicide.

His mood suddenly relaxed, and he bowed seriously to the bartender: "Thank you."

-

Osamu Dazai put the phone to his ear and listened quietly for a long time without saying a word.

The three cardboard figures in Master House have already started to amuse themselves because they are bored, taking turns to draw little turtles on each other.

Just when everyone thought that Osamu Dazai was going to be silent forever, Osamu Dazai suddenly responded to the other end of the phone: "Yes, I see."

He reached out to the paper people.

Xin Baji threw away his pen and stood up, completely ignoring Gintoki's complaints, and asked earnestly, "Mr. Dazai, if you need our help, just say so."

Osamu Dazai blinked and nodded slightly: "There is one thing, please cooperate."

With five fingers, he grasped three paper figurines that were still out of state into his palm.

In an instant, the souls of the three people in Wanshiwu were stripped from the paper, and before they could even scream "Ah!", they lost their possession and were pushed out of the world of possibilities and fell back to the original world.

Osamu Dazai spread his hands, and the three paper figures had become the most common pieces of paper that could neither speak nor move, and the toothpick-sized Lake Toya also disappeared.

On the other end of the phone, Fyodor laughed happily as if he had seen everything: "[Disqualification in the World] is really a useful ability, I think you have fully understood your situation, yes Is it?"

"Yes, I fully understand it." Osamu Dazai replied indifferently.

"What a smart man." Fyodor's tone contained admiration, as if he really admired Osamu Dazai. "Then I trouble you to rush to the Fort immediately. By the way, please be alone. If you try to get in touch with anyone, or let someone discover your whereabouts, I don't guarantee that I will not do crazy things. "

"Okay, I'll do it, I just ask you to keep calm." Dazai Osamu's voice was a bit rough, he was clutching the phone tightly, his knuckles turned white from the force. "Please don't hurt this world, and don't hurt Oda Sakunosuke."

"Of course, as long as you are obedient." Fyodor's tone was soft, indescribably melodious and tactful, but also contained strong sarcasm.

No one knew what he was mocking, the world?Is it ego?Or... gods?

Dazai took action.His cell phone remained on the call without hanging up, and a very beautiful cello solo came from the other end.

It was a piece of music about a raging sea.

-

Leaving the bar and walking towards the Fort for a while, the red-haired man met Natsume Seishi.

Natsume Seishi seemed to know where he was going, and stood on the road waiting for him holding his cane: "You have something urgent, but you still seem to be hesitant?"

The red-haired man trusted this respectable gentleman very much, nodded and said bluntly: "Do you know [Book]? The things written on it will turn into reality, and it is an artifact that can be used to fulfill wishes. I was thinking, [Book] Should it remain blank, or should it be written in?"

Natsume Seishi paused, slightly unexpected that the red-haired man would say such words.

It's a bit abrupt.

It's like suddenly grabbing a passerby and asking: Who should be the next prime minister?

It was so abrupt that passers-by would choke on the spot.

However, as a person who has seen strong winds and waves, Natsume Seishi blinked his eyes and gave the answer with a smile: "I don't know that, but if there is anyone in this world who is most qualified to write on it, I think It must be you, no matter what the outcome will be in the end, I believe it will be the most appropriate outcome."

The red-haired man nodded thoughtfully: "I see."

Looking at the dull and honest face of the red-haired man, Natsume Seishi was filled with emotion.

Sometimes I have to admit that he just likes Oda's style of not asking too much and not thinking too much. If someone else were here, he would definitely ask him: "Why did you show up? How do you know what I'm going to do?" It will be very troublesome, and it will be tiring to think about it, and the only way to be more casual is to show up in front of Oda.

The red-haired man suddenly asked: "Mr. Natsume, [book] has the characteristic of being alive, does this have anything to do with you?"

"..."

Natsume Seishi didn't want to talk, Natsume Seishi felt his face hurt.

I almost forgot that Oda would become very annoying if he became sharp and straightforward.