In Yokohama's days as a writer

The moving train continued to roll, and Osamu Dazai woke up to the sound of machinery.

This time is a bit different from the past. After entering this dream, some memories appeared in Dazai's mind. He still has the identity of a third-rate novelist here.

Osamu Dazai twitched his eyebrows, and went to dig deeper into his memory.

After he woke up, he didn't have much sense of reality to the extra memory, instead it seemed like he was watching someone else's movie, and with Osamu Dazai's personality, he naturally wouldn't take it into it.

But just browsing, also let Dazai understand many problems of his current identity.

【Your name is Dazaihu, you don’t have a full name. Although you don’t know why you appear here, you came here to investigate Jiaai...】

[Close the wheat. 】

Osamu Dazai smiled and threatened.

Aggrieved by the previous infinite loop brainwashing system, the microphone was turned off.

Dazai Osamu, male, a third-rate novelist who wants to become famous.

This time it's for the show.

Sleeping next to him was his assistant, or a thug hired with a lot of money, a young man with a strong hand.

Osamu Dazai stretched out his hand and squeezed the arm of the so-called "heavy money hire" thug and part-time bodyguard Sawada Tsunayoshi.

Well, it does have muscles, but this character design is too sloppy!

Tsunayoshi Sawada, who was sleeping soundly, was soundly asleep, with saliva still dripping from his mouth.

Osamu Dazai had no choice but to step forward and pat him on the face, waking up Tsunakichi Sawada: "Tunayoshi, wake up."

"Hmm—" Tsunayoshi Sawada, who was sleepy, rubbed his eyes, "Mr. Dazai, why are you here?"

"Tsunayoshi-kun, think about it carefully." Osamu Dazai nodded his head, "Did you remember anything?"

"Hmm..." Tsunayoshi Sawada tried hard to get rid of sleepiness, "Huh?"

"Hey??!!"

Sawada Tsunayoshi almost jumped up from his seat: "I am Mr. Dazai's assistant and part-time bodyguard!"

"uh-huh!"

"We are now in the Taisho Era!"

"Yes."

"Mr. Dazai is a third-rate novelist!!"

"...There is no need to point out this one!"

Osamu Dazai pouted unhappily. He is not a third-rate novelist. Although he often cuts outlines, digs holes without filling them, and occasionally writes be endings, he is a good author.

The world's malice towards him was too deep.

But no matter what, it is not Dazai's style to sit and wait for death. He discussed with Sawada Tsunayoshi for a while, and then began to search for people in various compartments.

The owner of the dream is generally not too far away from them, and because people only move in a small area in the dream, they can see the boundary of the dream when the owner does not realize that it is a dream.

Sawada Tsunayoshi and Dazai Osamu separately searched for the person who might be the dream owner. Their position was the center part of the carriage, one of them was forward and the other was backward.

There are not many people in the car, so it is not particularly crowded. Sawada Tsunayoshi uses super intuition while passing through each car,

At this time, the benefits brought by Peng Lie's super intuition really pleased Sawada Tsunayoshi.

I feel like I have become a police dog, searching people everywhere.

boom--

it hurts!

Sawada Tsunayoshi was knocked down to the ground, a few tears burst out of his tear glands uncontrollably.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." The boy carrying the box hurriedly helped Sawada Tsunayoshi up, bowed and apologized quickly, "Are you okay, I'm sorry, I hurt you."

Sawada Tsunayoshi shook his head: "It's okay, I didn't look at the road just now."

"I should be the one to apologize." Tsunayoshi Sawada was very sorry when he saw the overturned food, "Sorry, I overturned your dinner."

The young man was also a little embarrassed. How hard his head was was proved by many trials and tribulations.

He secretly observed Shimo Sawada Tsunayoshi, and was relieved to see that he didn't have any wounds.

The boy shook his head, smiled softly and said, "It's okay, I can buy another copy, as long as I'm fine."

"It's my fault." Tsunayoshi Sawada insisted, "Which compartment are you in, I'll send you there later."

"No, no, no need to bother." The boy refused in a panic.

I don't know if it's because of Li Baoen's excellent and diligent teaching, Sawada Tsunayoshi made full use of the skill of pretending not to hear.

"My name is Sawada Tsunayoshi." Sawada Tsunayoshi held out his hand to the boy.

The boy paused, and also reached out to hold Sawada Tsunayoshi's hand: "My name is Kamado Tanjiro."

The two teenagers got acquainted in this way. Speaking of it, they are really similar in some aspects, and they chatted happily for a while.

Sawada Tsunayoshi took the bought dinner and went to his compartment with Kamado Tanjiro.

"We are very close." Tsunayoshi Sawada was surprised, "There is only one car away."

Kamado Tanjiro nodded: "That's true."

"Tsunayoshi-kun, why are you on this train?" Tanjiro asked curiously, "Are you going home?"

Sawada Tsunayoshi's eyes wandered, and he took out the rhetoric in his memory: "It doesn't matter, I am currently a writer's assistant and bodyguard, and I am accompanying my employer, the writer, to collect stories."

"Tsunayoshi-kun looks about my age, and he must be very powerful to be invited to be a bodyguard." Kamado Tanjiro praised.

This made Sawada Tsunayoshi a little guilty, he touched his nose: "Yeah, it's not that exaggerated."

"Tanjiro!" My wife Zenitsu in the carriage not only has excellent hearing, but also has excellent eyesight. From a long distance away, I saw Kamado Tanjiro come back from shopping.

"Tanjiro, who is he?" My wife Zenitsu narrowed her eyes and looked at Sawada Tsunayoshi who was beside Kamado Tanjiro.

"Zenyi, this is Sawada Tsunayoshi, a friend I just met." Tanjiro Kamado introduced to both parties.

"Gunji, this is my wife Shanyi, my friend."

With Tanjiro as the middleman, the two parties are about the same age, and they quickly became acquainted.

"Tanjiro." Tsunakichi Sawada hesitated for a moment, and then asked, "Are you bringing knives?"

If I remember correctly, the current government has issued an order to abolish knives, so is it okay to come out with knives in a fair manner?

"No, that, we..." Kamado Tanjiro was nervous, "This, this is a wooden sword, a wooden sword!"

"Yes, yes, yes!" My wife Shanyi took cover, "It's a wooden knife, it's a wooden knife!"

Zuihei Inosuke did not speak, and continued to eat and eat.

"Is that so." Tsunayoshi Sawada snickered, considerately not exposing the new friend's lies.

Seeing Tsunayoshi Sawada, my wife Zenitsu and Tanjiro Kamado secretly wiped off their sweat.

The cool breeze at night is slightly noisy, and the infinite train is running slowly on the track in the forest.

Although the night is often synonymous with hazy beauty, beauty is often accompanied by danger.

Night is the period when all kinds of ghosts and monsters come out to make trouble, and it is the favorite time for evil spirits who are afraid of the sun and can only haunt in the dark.

"What a blessing it is to die in a beautiful dream."

The last one, Nightmare.

"Such a death with good wishes must be what everyone is after." Nightmare stood on the roof of the car, with envy in her tone, "It is such a blessing to be able to die in a dream."

"Hmph~" Nightmare raised her hand, intending to perform the vampire technique.

As long as he moves his mind, the people in the entire carriage will fall into a deep sleep under his blood ghost technique, and meet death in a happy and false dream.

Ah~ how wonderful.

Nightmare closed her eyes longingly.

"Can I die in my dream too?"

He was taken aback by the voice that suddenly appeared behind Nightmare, and he hurriedly turned his head, only to see a young man with his hands in his pockets smiling standing behind him.

Who is he that can appear behind him without a sound.

Nightmare's pupils shrank.

The evil ghost that frightened others all the year round was startled by humans today.

And the person who frightened the evil spirit was Osamu Dazai.

"Is it possible?" Osamu Dazai looked forward to it, "Leaving this filthy world fresh and clear is my ultimate dream!"

Nightmare realized her heartbeat: "It is indeed a wonderful experience to die in a beautiful dream."

"Naaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa' Osamu Dazai put his hands together, twisting his body into a kelp shape, "Please let me die happily too, please, please!"

The man's hippie smiling face was obviously not dangerous, but his intuition made Nightmare not dare to act rashly, as if once he attacked this man, he would be the one who died without a whole body.

"I see." Nightmare smiled, "Then let me help you."

It wouldn't hurt to let this man die before sending the Ghost Killing Squad to a sweet dream.

Osamu Dazai didn't seem to feel the oncoming murderous intent, his eyes lit up with a 'swish'.

"Is it possible! Is it possible!" Osamu Dazai bowed his body, moved his upper body forward slightly, as if he couldn't wait, "I can welcome death in my dream!"

"Of course." Nightmare promised.

"Okay, then come on." Osamu Dazai calmed down instantly with his exaggerated expression restrained.

He closed his brows and eyes, opened his arms towards the nightmare, as if embracing death, and a mysterious smile hung on the corner of his lips, announcing his joy.

The night wind brought by the moving train blew the coat of Dazai Osamu, adding a bit of peace to the night.

"Come on, wake me up from this dirty world."*

Nightmare began to cast blood ghosts, trying to make Osamu Dazai fall asleep.

a second...

two seconds...

Three seconds...

1 minutes passed.

Nightmare: ? ? ?

Osamu Dazai: ...Tsk, liar.

[Disqualification in the world is indeed a bug! 】

The system sighed.

As long as it is the power of the mysterious department, it will not work on Dazai, so what is it if it is not a bug?

"Why!" Nightmare held her hand, "Why doesn't my blood ghost technique work on you!"

Osamu Dazai lowered his arms, expressing his disdain for Nightmare: "I thought it would be so powerful, it's a waste of other people's feelings."

"If I were in Yokohama, I would definitely ask you to compensate me for my mental damage."

Nightmare didn't understand what Osamu Dazai was babbling about, so he darkened his face and asked Dazai, "Who are you?"

Osamu Dazai put his hands into the pockets of his coat habitually, and looked sideways at the evil spirit that made the whole train fall into a deep sleep.

"My name is Dazai, Dazai Osamu."