Chief Oda won't complain

It was raining, and everything looked like a blue ghost, the damp was blocked out of the glass windows, and the sound seemed to be sucked by the rain.

Reading in that environment should be a very enjoyable thing, right?

The 14-year-old me in "Story" was originally a child who loved reading.I also thought that since my life experience is completely different, I should not be able to develop a hobby in literature.

However, when I was fourteen, I myself did not read such an old book that told the story of many characters in a certain city.It seems that the book belongs to me in the "story".

Moreover, I in "Story" loved it very much. Not only did I read the first and second volumes repeatedly, but I also searched all the second-hand bookstores I could go to, trying to find the second volume on a certain day.

So, it must be a very interesting book, right?

I tried to imagine the content depicted in the book, imagining what fascinating words could make me obsessed like that.

Unfortunately, I have a serious lack of imagination for things that don't exist without experience.

So after thinking about it for a long time, it just made me feel more itchy, wishing I could squeeze into the "story" and grab the book to read.

Why wouldn't the person who wrote the "story" be willing to write in detail the contents of the old book?

Obviously when I write about my psychological activities, I write so meticulously.

I complained in my heart for no reason, watching how the bearded man I met in the "story" persuaded me to write a book, and then told me that it was not good to read, and at the same time offered me something I couldn't find. next volume.

Being persuaded, I didn't write immediately because I am a killer and I don't think I have that qualification.

Rather than a book writer describing life, I'm more of a life-ending guy.

Due to Xingyue's spoiler, I was not surprised when I read the "Killer" autobiography, but I just thought that it was really hard work for me to do this kind of work when I was 14 years old.

And I don't feel it at all.The killer or something is as far away as the aliens.

In comparison, I care more about the bearded man who persuaded me to write a book.

The description is mysterious, and from the reader's point of view, it is not a chance encounter at all, it is definitely a character who was specially arranged to appear.

In novel creation, sometimes a "guide" is arranged for the protagonist, such as the grandfather with white beard, the grandfather in the ring, and the grandfather in the cave.

If the guide is designed to simply enhance the refreshing feeling of the story, there will be a plot that directly gives the protagonist thousands of years of skill and ten thousand years of cultivation.In short, it is necessary to give the protagonist a growth experience beyond ordinary people.

I believe that the "story" brought by Xingyue does not have the need to enhance the refreshing feeling. From the beginning of the chapter, it shows that it is to describe a sad story.

So the purpose of arranging a guide here should be to explain why I changed from a killer to a "non-killer".

It is very pleasing to put this exquisite sense of design in a real novel.But according to Xingyue, this "story" is a real person.

I can't help but think again, is this the reality of another world?Isn't it written by some mind-reader who has read our hearts to fool us?

I don't know which side I should lean towards.

Or, I don't know which side I prefer.

Is my wish real, or is my wish a fiction?

It's a pity that there are so few readers in today's reading club. No one screamed and started a heated discussion just because they saw "Oda Sakunosuke is a killer".

With regard to the first bet between me, Dazai, and Ango, the winner has been clearly determined here, and I am undoubtedly the one who lost the bet, but no one has made the bet right now.

Atsushi Nakajima sat uncomfortably, and twisted his body to look at me. He should be the only reader present who had an obvious reaction to this content.

Then he screwed it back in silently because he realized that we hadn't spoken.

We continue to read on in this way.

The clip memory is over, I woke up from the coma, I was lying down, Dazai was standing, we rationally discussed Ango and mimic and the special forces in black who took Ango away, we all seemed to accept Ango’s betrayal very well look.

For the first time, I tried to figure out how I was feeling at the time.

Before that, I either directly brought in the "story", or I couldn't bring it in at all, and I didn't try to think about things other than text descriptions.

But maybe it was the plot of "the bearded man giving the book" that inspired my imagination, and I began to think, am I trying to suppress some kind of emotion?

Ango, who was betrayed face to face by his own life to trust, had to accept the fact that he lost one friend. He felt intense loneliness before coma, and it was impossible to be indifferent after waking up.

Must be sad.

I must not be the only one who is sad.

Just this level of plot is already very sad. When one of the three dies later, how sad will the remaining people be?

I suddenly feel a little restless, I should make some preparations.

I don't know what to prepare specifically, I just know that I can't just read it naturally.

I don't care about it myself, but Dazai and Ango are just pretending it doesn't matter, they are obviously very nervous about the "story" plot.

I thought about it for a while, but I couldn't figure out how to do it, and finally I forced out a sentence: "Dazai, Ango, do you want to go to my house to sleep tonight?"

Then, under the surprised eyes of the two, I explained dryly: "Actually, I have suffered from insomnia recently, and I can't sleep alone, so I hope you two can accompany me."

I uttered strange reasons that I couldn't convince myself, which didn't fit my personality at all.

But thankfully, neither of them pointed out my terrible lie, and agreed quite cooperatively, really being considerate of me.

On the contrary, Akutagawa, Atsushi Nakajima, and Hasegawa, three irrelevant people, all became very concerned after hearing what I said, and looked at me with eyes that I couldn't understand.

Wouldn't it be bad if I pretended I didn't see it and left it alone?

I tentatively said, "You three also come to my house to sleep together?"

Hasegawa shook his head again and again, and closed his eyes as if hiding.

Atsushi Nakajima struggled and scratched his hair, but declined.

Akutagawa's reaction was the strangest. He seemed to be in a heartbeat, but he frowned tightly. He first looked at Dazai, then at me, weighed many things in his heart, and finally gave up, saying: "Thank you!" Your invitation, but I don’t think I have the qualifications to accept it for the time being. If I accept it brazenly, I would be too overconfident, and I would be disdainful. So I refused, cough cough cough... Please forgive me."

Akutagawa was too polite, I recalled Kunikida-senpai's evaluation of Akutagawa, and I felt that something was wrong.

He is obviously a very polite and good boy.

I thought about it and read on.

At that time, I just felt that something was wrong. After I finished reading the next paragraph, my mood completely became a conflict that I couldn't describe clearly.

If I have to describe it, it’s like eating curry that is absolutely spicy and absolutely sweet at the same time. I don’t know whether I should pay attention to the spicy feeling or the sweet feeling, or whether the two flavors are real.But I don't see any reason for that to be incorporated into a plate of curry.

Obviously both are called Akutagawa, but isn't there a big difference between "this Akutagawa" and "That Akutagawa"?

"A knife without a scabbard." This is how Dazai described Akutagawa in "Story".

If you only look at the content of the "story", this evaluation is accurate.

So the purpose of the person who wrote the "story" was to fool the readers, right?

I was successfully fooled.I was confused because I couldn't figure it out.

The author has something to say: Dun Dun: When I read about the killer, I wanted to speak at that time, but I couldn't open my mouth at all due to the atmosphere.

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Koko dropped a mine...