Started with a green hat for Verlaine

In order to attract the pursuit of the enemy, Akutagawa Ryunosuke sent his sister out of the slum, turned around and fought with those people.There is only one draft left in his arms, which is his unfinished novel. The sharp knife turned from his coat is stained with blood, and the battle broke his peaceful life for almost two years.

Those enemies thought he was protecting award-winning material.

Even though the young man was bleeding, he was still protecting his draft and ran away in embarrassment. He was reluctant to let go of the collection of short stories he had written over many nights in his arms. This attitude made the enemies who plotted against him more sure that the prize money was in his hands. body.

In front of him, a person came from far to near.

"madness."

The boy's hair is fluffy and soft, his right eye is covered with a bandage, and the only exposed pupil of his left eye is iris-colored, which is close to the color of his hair.However, his eyes seem to be able to absorb light, gloomy and indifferent, as he walks unhurriedly, the sunny day also has the color of the approaching dusk.

The blood stained Akutagawa Ryunosuke's eyelids, making him howl like a trapped animal.

"Step aside--!"

He was going to pick up his sister and leave the slum!

The quagmire of the slums cannot swallow his last ray of hope and sunshine!

"A child who has treasure but doesn't know how to hide it is like a piece of cake that exudes fragrance, telling others, come and eat me, no matter how far you run away, it's useless."

The 15-year-old Dazai Osamu is not much mature in appearance compared to Akutagawa Ryunosuke, but the two are different, his eyes are chillingly calm.

I am used to seeing life and death, looking directly at death, and have overcome the "fear" that adults cannot overcome.

The writing is like the person.

His submitted works always revealed a repressed style of writing.

The pessimistic color poured into his whole life, and a small amount of motivation to live made him look less chaotic, rendering him what he is today.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke met Dazai Osamu's gaze, and even felt a little bit of fear.

This person... this boy who is not much older than himself...

The eyes are terrible.

The other party is not from the slums!

Ryunosuke Akutagawa stopped running unconsciously, exhaustion and soreness surged into his brain instantly, making his body unsteady and staggered a few steps, his fingers tightly hugging his manuscript.He shouted fearfully and resentfully: "Then tell me—how to do it! How can those who try to get something for nothing forget their greed and use their own hands to earn money!"

Osamu Dazai said lightly, "It can't be done."

You can get something for nothing, and how can you give up after tasting the sweetness.

A certain idea flashed in Dazai Osamu's mind. If it was Aso Akiya, he would definitely refute himself, and then use those incredible methods to make the criminal "abandon evil and do good".

"If you are willing to show me the draft, I will help you once."

Osamu Dazai fixed his indifferent gaze on the thick stack of novels in Ryunosuke Akutagawa's arms.

He is not an ignorant person in the slums. With Aso Qiuya's ability, he will definitely guard against the bonus being falsely claimed by others. That guy has incredible tolerance and care for minors, and he handles the details with ease, so no There is a possibility that someone else could get that money.Before receiving the money, the most valuable thing on Akutagawa Ryunosuke is the things in his arms!

Akutagawa Ryunosuke was at a loss, staring at Osamu Dazai viciously.

"Do you know... what is... in my arms?" It was not the proof that those people mistakenly thought they had received the money.

"Of course I know." At a glance, I knew it was a draft of a novel, similar to what he had written.

Osamu Dazai stretched out his hand, palm open.

"Give me the draft while I'm in a good mood, and I can teach you how to protect yourself." As if seeing through Ryunosuke Akutagawa's stubbornness, he said mockingly, "That's 500 million yen, enough to make you brothers and sisters There are no bones left between the two, are you sure you want to drag it on? Your sister..."

The strange young man in front of Ryunosuke Akutagawa stretched his voice, and his dangerous aura surpassed that of the people in the slums. No one knew how long he had been watching.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke panicked.

A man who does not know good or evil.

The only request——is to ask for the draft of my own novel!

With the road blocked, Ryunosuke Akutagawa wanted to launch an attack, and asked one last time: "You, if you are really good, do you know what novels mean to me?"

Osamu Dazai said lazily, carelessly, or too perceptively.

"Redemption."

The sharp words cut the opponent open.

"That kind of thing... sounds like a joke, but it really exists."

Osamu Dazai sketched imaginatively with both hands.

"Poor stray dog, suddenly discovered in life that you don't have to fight for food, and what you pay is the time you have to calm down and write."

"Very happy, right?"

"Those who don't know anything, don't understand anything, and only know how to survive can be recognized."

"Your work... barely makes me want to take another look."

"It's really dry to say so much nonsense, ah, I won't do this kind of thing next time, for people who don't have the ability to survive, it's more interesting to watch him die." In "Guide "Osamu Dazai, who was impatient with others, showed signs of blackening in a blink of an eye.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke was silent for a few seconds, there were road blockers in front of him, and enemies behind him.

He grimly chose another way.

"Rashomon!"

"Wow - tentacle monster!"

Facts have proved that Dazai Osamu was a person who was good at sand sculpture and full of deceit when he was young.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke's supernatural power was easily defeated by him.

Those who came after him——

What they faced was a gun that Osamu Dazai drew from his pocket.

Osamu Dazai smiled and said, "The money is touching. Do you know who the sponsor of the 'Sentimental Award' is? It's the Stewed Pigeon Publishing House. In Yokohama, how many people know that the backside of the Stewed Pigeon Publishing House is the port mafia. I'm in charge. The trainee who contacted the winner of the 'Sentimental Award' took Ryunosuke Akutagawa out of the slum on the orders of the Port Mafia."

Seeing those people become startled, Osamu Dazai suppressed Ryunosuke Akutagawa with one hand.

"Stop here, folks."

"Outside the slums are the vehicles of the port mafia, and the ambulance has already arrived."

Osamu Dazai turned his head sideways to listen to the voices outside, with a faint smile, half of his face was gloomy.

"Guess."

"Are the ambulances transporting the wounded, or your corpses?

His intimidation fits "reality" infinitely.

Without the guts to walk out of the slums, the low-level people who only knew about robbing watched as Osamu Dazai pulled out the draft from Ryunosuke Akutagawa's arms and stuffed it into his pocket.

Immediately afterwards, Osamu Dazai dragged Akutagawa Ryunosuke to the port mafia's vehicle.

He ordered to the doctors and nurses who obeyed the orders of the port mafia.

"Treat him, I'll go find his sister."

Those people also caught Akutagawa Ryunosuke with a dazed face.

After 10 minutes, Akutagawa Gin ran over by himself and found Akutagawa Ryunosuke, but that person disappeared without a trace with Akutagawa Ryunosuke's draft novel.

Lying on the stretcher, Akutagawa Ryunosuke, worried about his sister's safety, relaxed.

The next moment, the deceived boy let out a heart-piercing cry from behind in the ambulance.

"My draft novel——!!!"

"You said you wanted to take a look! Give it back to me!!!"

On the day he walked out of the slum, Osamu Dazai taught the other party a lesson full of lessons - don't trust people from the outside world easily, even if the other party is only a minor.

This is the happiness that belongs to the white wolf with empty gloves~.

Back in the safe house, Osamu Dazai kicked open the door while looking down at the manuscript of the novel, planning to pack up and change places to live.

"Hmm, it's pretty good-looking, no wonder it won No.1."

"Why didn't I finish writing..."

Looked up.

He froze suddenly.

In the Japanese-style tatami room, Aso Akiya and Rantang sat in it, and the golden "painting book" stretched from their feet all the way to an unknown place.

Osamu Dazai ran away reflexively.

At the door, a large net suddenly fell and caught him. The new tool man of "Colorful Painting Collection" who was hiding outside struggled to pull up the net, and the net shrank, lifting him up.

Ma Shengqiu also clapped his hands.

"Azhi, long time no see. Have you eaten the wedding candy I gave you?"

"Oh, you look a lot fatter."

"So cute!"

No mackerel was caught in the river, on the branches, or in the abandoned factory. Fortunately, Aso Qiu also persevered, and Lantang was tempering his supernatural powers. The two teamed up to search for Osamu Dazai throughout the city.Osamu Dazai came into contact with the "color painting collection" hidden under the ground without knowing it, and the invalidation ability took effect, exposing the active area of ​​its owner.

Aso Qiu also stepped forward and gave Osamu Dazai a big hug who had stopped struggling.

"Welcome to Yokohama City."

He rested his head on the boy's frail shoulder.

"I got it."

"Your novel is very good."

What is social death, that is, Osamu Dazai's mind went blank on the spot.

Shame crept from the soles of my feet to the top of my head.

There was white smoke!

……

It's good, not to save a dying you in the icy river.

It's great that we still have a chance to have a 15th birthday.

Cakes, desserts, and crabs are all indispensable.

All for you——

To the years that belong to your name, and to me, who participated in these years, happily.

——The current leader of the port mafia, Aso Qiuya.

……

The temperature is not too cold. In a small border city in Russia, there are many old books sold in a lonely bookstore, and not many young people patronize.Today, however, it is rare for a frail young man wearing a white cap to come in, brushing old books with his fingertips.

He pulled out a novel that was read the most, but it was translated into English.

Then, time passed imperceptibly.

When he regained his senses, he suddenly realized that an afternoon had passed, and he was actually fascinated by reading a novel, and it was a novel with strong love elements.

The frail young man raised his head towards the direction of the sun. Under the white hat, there was a delicate Russian face, and the eye sockets had signs of staying up all night. He walked to a brighter place to read the author on the old book. name.

"The author's name is... Reader..."

The writer named "The Reader" wrote a grand view of the world in his novels.

In that worldview, there are no people with supernatural powers, and there are no ten major disasters.

Some are - the efforts of ordinary people.

He exhaled lightly, remembering the social structure and the content of the brainless love part written in a few words.He closed the book, stared at the name of the book itself, and twitched his brow unconsciously, because it really didn't fit his usual reading style.

The name of the novel is——

"I went to school in Tokyo and opened the Crystal Palace by the way"

He knew every word, and he felt that he didn't want to know each word.

Is this the style of Japanese novels?

Or is it that the author who agrees with the society of ordinary people is using this method to hide his desire, sacrificing the real "sparkling point" of his writing for the sake of the novel's best-selling?

"Boss, are there any other novels by this author?"

"No, 'The Reader' is not published in Russia, but it is very popular abroad."

"..."

A faint sense of loss filled Fyodor D's heart.

No matter what, he decided to find a foreign purchasing agent and read all the novels by this author.

you……

I also want to make the ability disappear.

The biggest injustice in this world is people with supernatural powers who are born powerful and occupy resources.

If everyone were ordinary people, there would be no supernatural-led wars.

It must be able to... cleanse the sin.