I'm gone

No one knows what the outcome will be until the end of the matter.

Sometimes even the gods who created this world and the existence that maintains the operation of this world are the same.

【Osamu Dazai】The answer I can give Junichiro Tanizaki is to let Junichiro Tanizaki not worry.

But Tanizaki Junichiro is still worried about the safety of Isshiki, [Osamu Dazai] Seeing Tanizaki Junichiro like this, let Tanizaki Junichiro follow the Black Lizard to find clues tomorrow, so he can sleep well tonight.

"Mr. Dazai has a direction to look for..."

"Unfortunately, no."

"But that book..."

"By the way, return this book to you."

[Osamu Dazai] hit "Staircase" in Tanizaki Junichiro's arms: "The clues in this book only tell me that Aioi is safe, and there may be other information, but I can't do anything, maybe you can ask for help Ranpo Edogawa of the detective agency."

Tanizaki Junichiro was stunned.

When he came back to his senses, [Osamu Dazai] had already slowly left in the opposite direction when they came, he instinctively wanted to call out [Osamu Dazai], but his voice gradually faded away as [Osamu Dazai] waved his back to him. Weak down.

Tanizaki Junichiro pursed his lips.

"Okay..." he said to himself, "I'll take a good night's rest and go to [Edogawa Ranpo] from the Armed Detective Agency and the Black Lizard Troop from Mafia at the port for help."

Although after he came to this world, he kept away from the Armed Detective Agency because of his feeling of being close to his hometown, and because of what Akutagawa Ryunosuke did in the original world, he was also unwilling to get along with [Akutagawa Ryunosuke], but, for the sake of one color— —

Yihui Xiangsheng rubbed his temples.

"This time Junichiro is thinking about me." Isshiki told [Fyodor] and [Gogol], "I can only make him worry so much."

He thought about it: "The originally planned seven days should be shortened to three days."

[Fyodor] teased: "It seems that you attach great importance to Junichiro Tanizaki."

Yishi Xiangsheng shook his head: "It can't be said that he attaches importance to it." He lowered his eyes: "It can only be said that he has a special status." After all, he is the first "literary master" who actually wrote a book and spread his works.

The eyes of the same color fell on [Fyodor] and [Gogol], as if implying something.

[Fyodor] nodded: "I'm already preparing some things."

But [Gogol] smiled: "That's not okay, Fei Jia, it's not a good thing for Xiangsheng to get you so easily, don't be easily seduced by him—"

The white cloak was stretched out by the raised arms, 【Gogol】appeared behind Yishixiangsheng, put his arms around Yishixiangsheng's shoulders, and rubbed Yishixiangsheng's face intimately.

Yishi Xiangsheng turned his head to look at [Gogol].

"Sometimes what you can't get is the best thing, right Xiangsheng?" The only exposed eye was bent, [Gogol] smiled softly and harmlessly.

Isshiki thought for a while.

He reached out to take off [Gogol]'s hat, and rubbed [Gogol]'s soft long hair: "What if I told you that you can find true freedom in books?"

"...Feyya, do you have any books on writing? Give me a copy." [Gogol] turned his head and asked [Fyodor] about the situation.

[Fyodor] Funny.

[Gogol] quickly turned his face again: "So, did Xiangsheng tell the truth just now?"

Issei nods his head.

【Gogol】Happily threw himself into Yishixiangsheng's arms, throwing him staggeringly.

Isshiki took a few steps back to stand firm, hugged Gogol back, and put the white top hat back on [Gogol].

Yishisheng's tone was calm: "I rarely lie. I never lied to you."

【Gogol】He nodded of course: "Of course, Xiangsheng and Fei Jia are completely different types."

"So if you want to create, I don't mind starting now." Yishisheng's hand held [Gogol]'s hand that was still wrapped in bandages.

The shadow of [Gogol] is reflected in the iris-colored eyes: "Write whatever you want, just write every day. The most important thing is to teach your hands to completely obey your thoughts. ①"

Freedom is "a bird that soars in the sky without any restraint, and is "completely free""②.

However, most people in this world are birds imprisoned in cages.

The brain is a warm and humid hell, and the hard skull is a cage, and people's thoughts are imprisoned in their own heads.

[Gogol]'s desire is complete freedom, but the freedom he pursues is itself defined by the brain, and his thinking can never escape the control of the brain, so he needs to lose himself, exile himself, and let himself struggle in despair Feel free.

But creation can change all that.

Human consciousness is always one step ahead of the physical reaction, but in many cases of writing, even the author does not know what the work will look like when it is completed.

The hands will move of their own accord, pouring out their desires when the brain does not react.

That is actually part of the "freedom" that [Gogol] wanted to pursue.

And if he writes persistently and creates unswervingly, then his state will naturally improve during learning. One day, the brain will re-dominate the body, and he will know how to perfect the half-formed framework of the work before creation .

When [Gogol] reached that state, he had actually expanded his knowledge, improved his thinking ability, and even gained resonance in the interaction between his works and others.

People are born without wings.

But they can exchange thoughts about the sky with each other.

Sometimes you don't need a key to break out of a cage.

When [Gogol]'s spirit escaped from his body and soared above the sky, he was already above the world.

"Or not to find the answer from the creation, but also to realize one's own desire further." Yihui said, "The realization of the content of the 'book' requires the cause and effect. Practice writing the book in advance, and in order to be able to understand clearly when you get the book. write something."

The same color is really convincing.

[Gogol] agrees.

He smiled brightly, telling Isshiki to teach him more carefully than taking care of Tanizaki Junichiro, and he would like to see what are the benefits of writing a book.

Yishixiangsheng reached out and poked a small hole in [Gogol]'s face: "At least I will reward you when you complete your short-term goals."

[Gogol] Satisfied.

【Gogol】looked at 【Fyodor】and said that anyway, they have nothing to do recently, so why not write an article together.

【Gogol】raised his head proudly and said that if Junichiro Tanizaki could cause a storm in Japan, he must be able to do it too.

Isshiki applauded slightly beside him.

[Fyodor] Helpless [Gogol] has been completely motivated by Yihuxiangsheng, but he is also defeated by silent words to the calm and unwavering eyes of Yihuxiangsheng.

"……Can."

[Fyodor] I heard myself saying that.

"But get a good night's sleep tonight."

He had a hunch that the next three days would not be peaceful.

In fact, from today onwards, some places are no longer peaceful.

The underground prison in Port Mafia.

【Osamu Dazai】Come out of the interrogation room slowly, clapping his hands with white gloves stained with red blood.

The guards on both sides closed the door without looking sideways, and before the door closed, the bloody scene of purgatory on earth flashed past inside.

There were members of Mafia, the port that originally tracked and protected Yishishengsheng today, as well as those involved in taking away bookmarks.

【Osamu Dazai】Take off the gloves and place them on the open palms of the subordinate who is following behind with raised hands.

"Don't let them die. Remember to get the medical staff to come and treat them later."

"As ordered."

"Starting tomorrow, ask Akutagawa to lead the Black Lizard's men to the warehouse in the north to wait for orders. They will be in charge of secretly searching for Aioi in Yokohama with Tanizaki."

"As ordered."

"Also, how is Dun-jun?"

The subordinate was slightly startled, lowered his head, and made a respectful gesture: "Master Nakajima is still staying in the original prison, is Master Dazai going to see him?"

"Remove everyone." [Osamu Dazai] waved his hand, "I'll go see him alone."

"Okay." The subordinate bent over and left backwards, then turned around to call for others to move, leaving a separate space for 【Osamu Dazai】.

The candles on both sides gradually became the only light source.

【Osamu Dazai】Go deep into the dungeon.

Finally stopped in front of a cell.

A man with short silver-white hair sat hugging his knees in the shadow of a corner, almost half of his body was merged into the darkness.

There was cold food in front of him, and he only moved a few mouthfuls, which looked like a cat's appetite.

"Mr. Dun."

[Osamu Dazai] called [Atsushi Nakajima] by name.

[Nakajima Atsushi] slowly raised his head.

Under the flickering dim candlelight, a face as pale as bloodless appeared in front of 【Osamu Dazai】.On the inside of the tightly draped windbreaker, the collar at the neck is looming.

【Atsushi Nakajima】has a hoarse voice: "Mr. Dazai."

"Why don't you eat?" [Osamu Dazai] glanced at the leftovers on the ground, "How sad Naomi would be seeing that."

He paused, and suddenly said in a mocking tone: "Ah, I forgot, Zhimei hasn't come to see you for a long time, since you locked yourself here for the third day, Zhimei doesn't want to see you anymore."

"I was able to kill the dean and let me look up to you. I didn't expect you to imprison yourself for him for so long. Naomi and I are very disappointed in you."

"Sorry, Mr. Dazai..." [Atsushi Nakajima] muffled, "This is the path I chose, and I will not regret it."

"Really." [Osamu Dazai] was noncommittal, "So you sacrificed your dignity and life, and sacrificed the rest of your life for the port Mafia. This is really touching."

His iris-colored eyes fixed on [Atsushi Nakajima]: "But what a pity, your protection is meaningless now."

[Osamu Dazai] stepped on the straw and made a slight piercing sound: "The book has a self-awareness, and it is delivered to your door. The book behind you has become a substitute, and now everyone is rushing for the realization of the book. "

[Nakajima Atsushi]: "I don't understand what you're talking about."

【Osamu Dazai】: "Hey, I don't understand? Then I'll say it again."

He bent his eyes kindly: "The secret of the book cannot be known by more than three people, otherwise our world will collapse. And now—you, Mr. Mori, and I—the port Mafia alone, three people know about it, And the world is still fine, what do you think is the reason for that?"

"Because the book from the main world is here."

"As the key to find the book in this world—Dun Jun, you are basically a substitute that can be bypassed, and the port Mafia is no longer eternal when the trump card is close to failure."

"Am I right?"

"Atsu-kun who kept that secret for Mr. Mori?"

[Atsushi Nakajima]'s pupils shrank.

In the office of Mafia at the port, [Alice] was painting behind [Mori Ogai], the curtains of the floor-to-ceiling windows were opened, and the moonlight shone in. The sky infiltrates everything in purple.

The wind blows silently.

The pages of the blank book on the table are turned.