Natsume's Little Mister

"Dazai, what are you doing!"

Natsume was sorting out the entrusted report, discussing some details with Ranpo from time to time.

When the report was almost finished, Kunikida Doppo also finished the case and came back full of resentment.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw Osamu Dazai scribbling on the ground of Buteisha.

Very good, Dazai not only cut off his account in the middle, but also increased his workload when he came back!

The thread in Kunikida Doppo's mind snapped, and he frantically beat a bandage spirit with the most precious notebook in his hand.

Natsume heard the familiar roar and silently pressed the left mouse button to confirm "print".

The printer made the sound of one click and one click, and the background sound was the sound of fighting between Kunikida Doppo and Dazai Osamu. In order to defend his masterpiece that he had worked hard all day, Dazai Osamu seldom used all his strength.

It was just that Kunikida Doppo ruthlessly suppressed him.

"That formation..." Luanbu bit his thick snack, and said vaguely: "It always feels like something can really be summoned."

"Eh, no way?" Natsume was surprised. Osamu Dazai studied the formation of the East, but the publishing house in that book is the devil of the West. It seems unreliable. Is it really useful?

Although he was beaten up, Osamu Dazai still managed to protect the glowing red formation on the ground.

On the forehead of Kunikida Doppo, there is a materialized "#" sign.

"Don't be so serious, don't we still have a lovely Tonton?" Osamu Dazai rubbed his face, pressed the top of Atsushi Nakajima's head, and comforted a certain blond-haired mother.

"However, aren't you really curious about what this will summon? I found a very effective shrine owner and asked for this book. Although his publishing house seems unreliable, I heard that it is They went to the East to learn art, and what the other party gave them was orthodox." Osamu Dazai picked up the book and waved it.

Kunikida Doppo suddenly realized: "I see, write it down."

He took out the "ideal" notebook that had just been tapped by a certain bandage master, and the pen scratched neatly on the paper.

Osamu Dazai rolled his eyes, moved to his left hand in an instant, and said very embarrassedly: "Of course it's fake."

"This is what I picked up on the road, a little bit~uh"

Kunikida Doppo scraps a pen every day get√

Dazai Osamu gets hammered by male mothers every day√

History is a cyclical process, and history is always strikingly similar.

Natsume nodded, sure enough, the ancients did not deceive me.

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Dazai Osamu escaped from Kunikida Doppo's iron fist again, and grumbled while he straightened his hair: "Kunikida really has no sense of humor, I was joking and you didn't know it, and you still beat me up, which is unreasonable. "

Kunikida Doppo slowly evoked a creepy smile, cracked his knuckles, and said softly: "Then let's talk about the truth, you missed work again today, what punishment do you want to accept?"

Osamu Dazai, who skipped work for a week in a row, his eyes wandered, and he changed the subject and said, "Let's see if this formation is real."

He squatted down, took out something to write from his pocket, and started to prepare in a decent manner.

The name "Oda Sakunosuke" is written in the center of the formation.

The setting sun outside the window dyed the vast sky with an orange-gold color, and the golden light penetrated the glass and fell on the blood-colored formation, drawing a circle of golden borders next to the cheap red paint.

In a trance, everyone seemed to feel a mysterious atmosphere brewing.

The clock ticked, clicked, and the gears meshed and turned.

It's the time of the devil.

At some point, the Butei club has quieted down, and all the members of the club gathered around the formation.

Osamu Dazai knelt on one knee beside the formation, the incense candle lit misty smoke, spit out the old sayings from his mouth little by little, and the talisman paper with "Oda Sakunosuke" written in the center of the formation made no sound.

After an unknown amount of time, amidst the smog, the talisman paper spontaneously ignited without fire, and a bright light burst out from the blood-colored formation, making people close their eyes involuntarily.

After a slight "click", they seemed to feel someone falling from the empty formation in front of them.

Then a hoarse male voice sounded: "You actually want to pry into the corner of our hell, let me see which bold guy it is."

In the smog, Natsume frowned and opened his eyes, coughed a few times, and finally saw the scene in front of him clearly.

wow

"Master Ghost Lantern, if you have something to say, it's easy to say."

Osamu Dazai leaned back, his kite-colored eyes were fixed on the mace that was stuck in front of his neck, the tip had already touched his skin, a layer of sweat broke out on his forehead, who was always cynical.

"Are you that hell's reserve ghost?" Gui Deng held up a mace, looked at Osamu Dazai, and suddenly remembered.

He was at work just now, and Oda Sakunosuke was his auxiliary officer beside him, so when the formation was in effect, he was directly intercepted by the ghost lamp who happened to be on the scene.

"Someone actually wants to move my subordinates?! Those guys from the west want to pry my corner?!" The ghost lamp exploded instantly, descending directly along the wave, and his mace was also aimed at the instigator.

Fortunately, the ghost lamp recognized Osamu Dazai in time, otherwise he would be a ghost under the mace at this moment.

Osamu Dazai carefully moved out from under the mace, and said with a forced smile, "It's me. I just picked up a book from the side of the road to try it out, but I didn't expect it to be really useful."

Gui Deng raised his eyebrows, not quite convinced, his eyes looked around, and fell on the honest and familiar Natsume.

Natsume coughed lightly, nodded and said, "We really don't know very well. We just tried it, but I didn't expect it to be useful."

Ghost Lamp snorted, although his doubts about them still persisted, he still slowly retracted his weapon.

Osamu Dazai breathed a sigh of relief, and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

But before he could completely remove it in one breath, Ghost Lamp's next sentence almost choked him.

"It's almost time to work at night. Since you have served as a reserve worker in hell, come back to work with me."

"Pfft——" Kunikida Doppo couldn't help laughing, although he didn't know what was going on in front of him, but Osamu Dazai was going to be arrested for working after missing work for so long, what was he thinking? Happy.

Osamu Dazai looked at him resentfully.

Ghost Lantern's eyes fell on Kunikida Dupo, blinked suddenly, and asked with a good attitude: "Does this person want to work in our hell?"

He smelled workaholics and high-quality employees from Kunikida Doppo.

Alas, as the first assistant officer of Hell Yan Mo, he wants to take charge of the work of the entire hell, and his desire for excellent employees is amazing.

Kunikida Doppo was stunned for a moment, and he didn't turn his mind for a moment: "How about your company's salary and benefits?"

Natsume:……

Natsume and Osamu Dazai looked at each other and were silent as they looked at the two people who had already started talking about salary, benefits, holidays and food in hell.

"Welcome to go to hell as soon as possible." Lord Ghost Lantern regretted that he didn't trick Kunikida Dupo back, who seemed to be one of the top ten employees, and finally sincerely wished.

Kunikida Doppo: "Thank you for the welcome?"

Something always feels wrong.

"Then I'll take my leave." There was an oolong, and there were still many ghost lights on official business got up and said goodbye.

Before leaving, the mace pressed Osamu Dazai's waist and took him away.

Looking at the two gradually disappearing into the mist, Atsushi Nakajima asked Natsume in confusion: "Are we just letting Mr. Dazai go with that strange adult?"

Natsume rubbed Atsushi Nakajima's head and said, "I think Dazai is willing. He must be very happy to work with his close friend Mr. Oda Sakunosuke."

"Eh, really?"

The afterglow of the evening stretched longer and longer on the ground, and finally disappeared completely in an instant.

It was dark.

Natsume and everyone from Buteisha went to an izakaya to eat fried pork cutlet rice. The thick and juicy pork cutlet was wrapped in a crispy outer shell. beautiful.

The simple white rice is glutinous and not too wet or too dry. It is the kind of fragrance that can dry up a plate without any side dishes.

Filling up the empty stomach like wind and clouds, drinking the miso soup after the meal, Natsume exhaled slowly, moving the shoulders that had been tiring all day.

With free time, he slowly explained the cause of the incident to everyone.

Kunikida Doppo was dumbfounded, he thought that the invitation from the ghost lamp just now was just teasing him, but he didn't expect that there really was hell.

As a scientist, he was actually invited by hell to become a public servant after death?

Kunikida Doppo: ...that's outrageous.

Atsushi Nakajima accepted it very well, and sighed enviously: "Mr. Kunikida is too good. He has already got a job before going to hell. He is indeed Mr. Kunikida."

"Where is there?" Kunikida waved his hand modestly.

When a few people were having dinner, Natsume's mansion.

A black shadow cautiously popped out of the head from outside the wall, only a pair of eyes were exposed from the tightly wrapped body.

He is Yellow Fox, a member of the investigation team of the Conjurer's Association, and his current task is to keep an eye on the legendary "Strongest Shield" special-level conjurer Natsume Takashi.

Not long ago, he received an order from the top of the Conjurer Association.

Order him to go deep into Natsume's mansion to confirm whether Natsume Takashi has finished his new book, and whether he has the intention of concealing the upper class.

"Master Yellow Fox, the target is estimated to be back in 15 minutes."

The corner of Huanghu's mouth under the mask twitched.

Without answering, he carefully leaned over the wall and peeped for a while, and after confirming that there was nothing unusual, he flipped in flexibly.

There was a seal on his hand, and in the next second his figure blended with the surrounding flowers and trees like a chameleon.

He moved towards his destination lightly. In the darkness, he didn't see a three-colored cat just lying on the wall not far from him. A pair of faintly shining cat eyes stared straight at him, taking all his movements into his eyes. .

The plum blossom-shaped claw pads fell to the ground lightly, without making any sound.

Following closely behind the yellow fox, the cat's beard was up and down, as if it was laughing.

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In a brightly lit office in hell.

Looking at the files reaching the ceiling, Osamu Dazai, who was forced to work overtime: orz.It's not that I didn't report, the time has not yet come.

ps: The inspiration for this chapter comes from the comment of the little cutie "the one who was devastated by mosquitoes..." (cute, your name is too long for me to see it), so twitter.

感谢在2021-01-2320:49:06~2021-01-2420:56:30期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: 50 bottles of Zhang Xiaokun; 1 bottle of Fulu;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!