Seeking the Law of Summoning in Taisho

The man pushed open the door of the bar and stepped into the night. The night wind suddenly became stronger at this moment, and the head-on blowing risked to blow away his hat.

He raised his hand to press the hat, raised his head slightly, and the moonlight illuminated his face at this moment.

If Butterfly Chanae was there, she would definitely be able to see that this is the man checking the tickets at the entrance of the ballroom!

He turned his head and carefully looked at the door of the bar that he had just closed. After waiting for a while, he didn't hear any sound, so he took out a small knife from his pocket and stabbed at the door!

And the wooden door that was originally hard, somehow, at the moment of contact with the blade, ripples rippled around like water. The knife easily broke through the wooden door, and the man walked in through the water-like barrier.

Everyone has a spiritual core, which is in the unconscious domain outside the dream master's activities. This is the basis for supporting people's spiritual consciousness. The blood ghost technique of the next nightmare dream can create dreams and destroy them after entering other people's dreams. The core of the spirit.

Once the spiritual core is destroyed, a person is no different from a disabled person. At this time, even if the body is injured, there will be no resistance. In other words, at that time, he will be slaughtered by nightmares.

The ticket inspector passed through the barrier and opened his eyes, only to find——

total darkness.

I couldn't see anything in front of my eyes, and even when I raised my hands, I couldn't find where my five fingers were.

He touched his eyes subconsciously, and obviously felt that the eyelids were raised, so there was only one possibility left - Osamu Dazai's unconscious area was pure black.

Under such circumstances, looking for the spiritual core is simply whimsical.

But the ticket inspector didn't give up. He raised his hand and groped forward, hoping to get some surprise.

However, after walking for a long time, there was still darkness in front of his eyes, and the road under his feet was rough. He staggered forward and almost fell to the ground several times.

It was quiet all around, and only his own heartbeat could be heard in his ears. He was the only living person in the vast darkness and dead silence. After a long time, his heart began to tremble, just when he was considering whether to give up early. Suddenly, unexpectedly, a glimmer of light appeared in front of my eyes.

There was only one point of light, which was weak, but at this moment, it was simply a life-saving straw for him.

The ticket inspector ran towards the light, and the light gradually disappeared as he approached, but in the process of running, he could slowly see the place where the light originally existed——

A child is sitting.

The child was sitting with his back to him, head down, reading a book.

Under the short fluffy hair, a section of the back of the neck was exposed, and the bandage reminded him of someone drinking in a tavern outside. He couldn't help but want to take two steps closer to see what happened.

But at this moment, as if hearing his footsteps, the other party turned his head and looked directly at him.

The child looked to be only five or six years old. His right eye was blocked by a bandage, and the only visible left eye had long eyelashes. The iris-colored pupils looked even darker in the pure black environment, without a trace of warmth.

"who are you?"

His appearance was completely a miniature version of the boy outside. The ticket inspector could probably guess the identity of the boy in front of him, but he couldn't help being a little nervous.

Obviously Nightmare had told him before that generally no one exists in the unconscious realm.

But after thinking about it, the person in front of him is just an ordinary child, what kind of threat can it be, if it is used properly, it may be able to get twice the result with half the effort.

Thinking of this, the ticket inspector leaned down, tried to put on an amiable look, and said to him, "It's boring for you to be here alone. Wouldn't it be better if you had a friend to accompany you?"

"Friend?" The little boy thought for a while, then shook his head, "I don't need it, I already have a friend."

Disadvantage of apprenticeship.

Annoyance flickered across the ticket inspector's eyes, but he quickly continued to laugh and said, "Then why are you here alone? Where's your friend?"

"He..." The boy's long eyelashes dropped, his expression slightly lowered, "He fell asleep, and he has been asleep for a long time."

The ticket inspector didn't know where the friend he was talking about was now, or if it was something out of nothing, he just felt that there was an opportunity, and quickly followed the other party's words: "Then during this time, let me stay with you and be your friend." friends!"

Hearing the words, the boy raised his eyes suddenly, and his expressionless face suddenly became bright.

He turned around, faced him, raised his head and asked, "Really?"

"Of course!" The ticket inspector said with a smile, "From now on, we are good friends!"

Speaking of this, he paused, with a slightly embarrassed look on his face: "But I have a problem now, and if I don't solve it, I'm afraid I won't be able to stay here with you forever."

The boy asked, "What's the problem?"

The ticket inspector said: "I'm looking for the spiritual core, do you know where it is?"

After finishing the words, his eyes locked tightly on the other person's face, for fear of losing any expression changes on his face.

However, unexpectedly, the other party was neither angry at guessing his intentions nor confused as if he didn't understand the term. His expression didn't even change. He just tilted his head and asked in a serious tone: "As long as you find the spiritual core, can you stay with me forever?"

Hearing the meaning of his words, the ticket inspector couldn't restrain his excitement, but he still put on a good face and said helplessly: "Yes."

"Alright then," the boy stood up from the ground, "I'll take you there."

He turned around and walked forward first, and closed the book in his hand. The words on the cover flashed before the ticket inspector, and he only wrote down four words——

Total suicide.

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"By the way, Odasaku, how is your novel going?"

Osamu Dazai pushed away the three empty crab meat cans in front of him, sighed contentedly, and turned to look at the people beside him.

Oda Sakunosuke's wine glass was about to bottom out, he glanced at it, put down the distilled wine, and said slowly: "I'm trying to make it steady, but..."

Ango Sakaguchi heard the sound and asked, "What's wrong?"

"I encountered some problems in shaping the characters." Oda Sakunosuke had a headache, "Some characters seem to have a bad grasp of their personalities."

Dazai Osamu looked at him in surprise: "Is it so difficult? Oda Saku, who can even eat magma-flavored curry rice, can't grasp the character of the character well, that's really big! Event! Event! Ah!"

"Huh?" Oda Sakunosuke frowned, "It tastes like magma? I haven't eaten it. Is it edible? Is it delicious?"

Osamu Dazai curled his lips in disgust: "To be honest, that thing tasted really bad. After I ate it, it was like being in a volcano, and the next second it would directly evaporate into the sky. Although I have been looking for Suicide, but this way is really not beautiful at all!"

Oda Sakunosuke picked up the wine glass again, but before drinking, he still nodded seriously and echoed: "Looking at it this way, it's true."

Osamu Dazai nodded frantically, 12 agreed with his words.

"Mr. Odasaku," Sakaguchi Ango squinted at Dazai Osamu, "the character you want to write is not based on Dazai-kun, is it?"

"Eh?" Dazai Osamu was surprised for a moment, but soon laughed again, "Really?"

Oda Sakunosuke looked even more surprised: "You guessed it!"

"...It's not hard to guess at all, okay?" Sakaguchi Yasugo sighed, "I don't believe that there is a person in this world with a more changeable personality than Dazai-kun."

Osamu Dazai still smiled: "But using me as a prototype or something, it would be a major mistake at first glance."

He pointed to himself, and then pointed to the two people opposite: "If we write such trivial and boring chats like ours, the readers will definitely find it boring, and they will have no desire to read on!"

Ango Sakaguchi twitched his mouth when he heard the words: "It's rare to agree with you, Dazai-kun."

But even if the content of the novel was considered inappropriate by two friends, Oda Sakunosuke's expression still did not fluctuate much.

He drawled: "But I thought, write our story."

Osamu Dazai's eyes fell on him, and the corners of his mouth wanted to lift up, but the inexplicable sadness and lament he had just entered the bar poured out again, making him pause, and retracted his gaze in an instant, Looking at the untouched glass of beer.

I don't know what technique the bartender used, but the ice cubes in the glass are still as if they have just been added, there is no sign of melting, and even the height of the beer has not changed.

His fingertips slid across the surface of the glass, feeling a comfortable coolness in the stagnant underground bar.

"Ah, I almost forgot, I have to finish the manuscript tonight." Oda Sakunosuke raised his hand, signaling to the bartender, "Boss, I want a cup of coffee—"

Before he finished speaking, his arm was pushed down by the person beside him, Osamu Dazai disapproved and said: "Drink coffee just after drinking, Odasaku should be careful about his body anyway?"

"I must have been lucky tonight to hear the words 'care about my body' from Mr. Dazai. Maybe I should buy a lottery ticket when I go out." Before Dazai Osamu could refute him, Ango Sakaguchi finished complaining, Then he changed the subject, "But I agree with Dazai-kun's words. Mr. Odasaku has left the organization now, and he has a lot of time to write novels, so there is no need to be in a hurry."

Osamu Dazai nodded: "That's right!"

He let go of the hand that was pressing on the opponent's arm, and opened his mouth to say something more, but at this moment, a strange feeling suddenly crossed his mind, it felt like someone was spying on the side, but it wasn't something like stalking, If you want to describe it, that kind of gaze is more like looking straight into his heart.

He frowned, got up and went up the stairs.

"Dazai?"

"Dazai-kun?"

Before he had time to respond to the two, Osamu Dazai jumped up to the top of the stairs in three simultaneous steps, pushed open the door of the bar, and re-entered the alley.

The alleys are as dark and quiet as ever, and in the dark night, only the occasional sound of the lost wind beating the lights can bring a little life here.

Osamu Dazai stood quietly for a while, and after realizing that there would be no gain here, he turned back and walked into the bar.

The strangeness in his heart gradually dissipated, and he wondered if the moment just now was some kind of illusion.

It wasn't until he returned to the ground again that he stepped down the last step with one foot. When he raised his eyes and looked over inadvertently, his figure froze in place for an instant.

Ango disappeared, and only Oda Sakunosuke sat there silently by the bar.

He had his hands on the bar and a gun by his arm.

Dazai's heartbeat started to speed up.