On the Compatibility Between Conjurers and Writers

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Osamu Dazai turned out to be a gangster!

One Daozai's mood at the moment is very delicate, even if he knew that something was wrong with Dazai, his mind was filled with black mud, and he only guessed that it was the negative effect of the spell.

Speaking of part-time jobs, he just thought that Dazai was working for the Conjuration Association, or doing mercenary work. Who told him that his spells are so powerful.

He never expected that he would work for the mafia in this world full of curse spirits. It's unbelievable!

……

Back to half an hour ago, I was a little excited to open a part-time job event, hoping to find out about Dazai's life experience, but the other party only left that message, but did not say where the part-time job was.

This made one a bit troubled. Judging from the tone of the other party, Dazai was nothing more than a superior person, and he was used to this job, so it was a bit weird to ask the location rashly.

So where do you go to meet each other?

He decided to go downstairs to see if the omnipotent body memory could guide the way.

It is a pity that he did not have the slightest impression of where to work, and he decided to go to a place off the beaten track.

To the north of the apartment building is Tokyo Bay. Looking down from top to bottom, you can see the sparkling sea surface. The sky and water in the distance form a straight line. If it is night, the neon lights everywhere will turn on the water surface. color.

As he walked, his steps slowed down, the car behind him stopped beside him, and one of them opened the door graciously, and sat in.

"Master Dazai."

The other party said respectfully.

One was a little surprised after seeing the dress of the car model and the person in the driver's seat. This is really a standard dress!

But on the surface, he still lacked interest and said: "What's the matter today?"

As if to say: Do not disturb my vacation life.

Seeing one like this, the subordinate in the driver's seat shuddered, and one added the Dazai label.

eighth.

[Your majesty?No, it is scary. 】

Here comes the question, how can a boy of fifteen or sixteen, with a delicate body, make Kong Wu, a powerful adult, fear so much?

As if he was afraid of being stared at by Dazai, a stream of cold sweat ran across the driver's forehead, running down the jawline and deep into the collar of his shirt.

With a sudden change of heart, he reported the incident across his fear.

"At three o'clock in the morning last night, there was an armed fight in Area A of the port warehouse. The enemy's affiliation was unknown. Not only did we lose a batch of goods, but we also lost personnel." He paused slightly, as if recalling the horrible appearance of the deceased.

"The leader handed it over to you, saying that only you can handle this matter now." He couldn't help but add, "The victim's miserable appearance really doesn't seem like a human being can do it."

Unlike humans can do?

"Hey—" he dragged his voice naturally, "It sounds very interesting."

One said, "Do you have any photos?"

He said quickly, "just in time to pass the long time sitting in the back compartment."

He also complained speciously: "Such an interesting thing should be said earlier."

"I'm really sorry!" The driver couldn't help bowing his head even though he was driving the car. If he was given the chance, he would definitely bow more than 90 degrees.

Then he whispered: "Immediately pass it on to Dazai-sama."

One immediately realized that he should wear a headset and contact others at any time.

He was a little bit emotional, as expected of a person with elimination techniques, Dazai's temperament is too changeable, and his character design is too complicated, it is too difficult to read and understand.

At present, Dazai's subjective initiative is able to sustain it. Since he put on this shell, his words, deeds, and actions have all been affected.

Yi Yi's personality is relatively weak. Someone once said to him jokingly: "Senior Yi is like a sophisticated robot."

Lack of emotion, always right.

After seeing the victim's body clearly, his eyes froze.

After a while, the driver heard a slow and drawn-out voice from the back seat: "This is indeed not the domain of human beings."

It's not that he has never seen a scene where a spell spirit attacked him. He has survived for many days in the Tokyo barrier. He is a magician who was given magic formulas the day after tomorrow.

Some of the people in the Tokyo Barrier died from the attack of the magic spirits, and some died from the struggle between the magicians. Most of the magic spirits were relatively low in intelligence. The human beings attacked by them seemed to be eaten by wild beasts. The style of death is full of strange things.

Ten minutes later, one got off the car, and a cordon was pulled up around the warehouse. The big man in a black suit was vigilant, and there was no sign of the police here.

Among the crowd of black suits, Hirotsu, who was wearing a black open-collar windbreaker and a long brown scarf, was obviously in a high position, seeing the car carrying Dazai approaching, he took the initiative to open the door and said, "Greetings from Jiushu, Mr. Dazai. "

One: Well, Osamu Dazai is not only a gangster, but also a high school student at the age of a high school student.

Where is the mafia organization that employs minors, it can't be saved.

He didn't know how Dazai would react, so he could only smile and say, "Where is the thing, take me to see it."

I was a little excited.

Guangjin immediately said: "Please follow me."

The driver lowered the window and nodded, "Master Guangjin."

One heart and one mind: Is it called Guangjin?

He felt the difficulty of changing the world more and more. He thought that the biggest difficulty was not knowing the key points. Now it seems that reading comprehension may be even more difficult.

Osamu Dazai must not only understand his own character, but also manage his original social relations.

Knowing everything is to be called understanding?

【9. Mafia member, in a high position. 】

【Question 1: Why did Osamu Dazai join the Mafia? 】

【Question 2: What is the job content? 】

【Question 3: Why is it frightening? 】

To him, Dazai is a book, a mystery.

He was light and short, and crossed the yellow cordon. The victim's body was not even covered with a white cloth. The members guarding the place were holding guns. They took a second look, thinking that the people in Tokyo were so rampant.

Saying that the Yamaguchi-gumi is going to file for bankruptcy is really a newspaper hoax.

The appearance of the victim was so horrible that Hirotsu couldn't bear to look at it.

He followed step by step as the Dazai, and was ordered by the other party, but he suddenly heard the other party ask:

"Mr. Hirotsu, have you ever heard of rope people?"

"No, excuse my ignorance." The gray-haired old man frowned in embarrassment.

Looking at such a body, can you think of manga?

As expected of that Dazai.

"It comes from a comic I like very much. The author's setting is so rich that I think he is also a member of the magician."

One said, "It is said that people who suffered a special curse before death will twist into human hemp rope after death. Look, is it exactly the same as them?"

Hirotsu: "Yes."

"All O Hunter" is one of the few comics that I have read.

"The spell power is filthy... Let me see." Guangjin listened to his illogical thoughts, "What, it's a mess, it's impossible to trace at all, and there is no extension line to the distance. The filth is wiped away."

"Unless the curse spirit possesses the wisdom of a human being and is so thorough, it must be a curse master."

One is a little fortunate, he doesn't know how Dazai will deal with this situation, for him, everything in front of him is very obvious, the person who did it is probably a conjurer with a twisting technique, of course, it may also be a smart curse.

However, combined with multiple speculations such as a goods transaction here yesterday, the surveillance camera being smashed, and blood samples at the scene, it is more likely that the curser is the master.

In his opinion, the solution is extremely simple. Rather than spending a lot of time catching people, it is better...

"Report the crime, Mr. Hirotsu."

"Yes... huh?"

Guangjin's expression became a little funny, the more senior mafia he is, the less he will cooperate with the police.

"Isn't there an old saying that there is specialization in the art industry?" One seemed to not feel the other party's stiffness, and he said the best solution by himself, "The mafia is better at violence against people. If you really want to say that the curse master , there will always be someone who hates them more than we do.”

"Let the professionals do it." He looked at Guangjin, who only felt that his pupils were too dark to penetrate at all.

"Boss will also agree."

……

Bet right.

One breathed a sigh of relief.

After he proposed to hand it over to the conjurer, Guangjin hesitated a little, and one took the opportunity to say that the boss should decide. When Guangjin was waiting for him to call the boss's internal line, the other pretended to be dissatisfied and said: "Oh, but I My cell phone is empty and I don’t remember his number at all.”

It may be ridiculous to put it on other people, but judging from a shallow understanding of Dazai, it is entirely possible.

Sure enough, Guangjin had no doubts at all, he dialed the phone and respectfully sent one.

"Moses Moses—"

The phone was connected, and it was a very magnetic male voice. It seemed that the mafia leader was not very old.

After succinctly stating one's own inference, it has the meaning of leaving it to the other party to make a decision.

The man didn't think long and said, "Just do what you say, Dazai-kun."

As soon as Yiyi breathed a sigh of relief, he added a sentence that made his heart stop.

"correct."

He said.

"Now you should call me Mr. Sen."

"Come on, Mr. Koukou."

Junqian's name was pronounced vaguely, but that was definitely not Dazai's pronunciation.

His fingers twitched reflexively.

……

What exactly is going on.

Until late at night, the one who returned to the apartment was still tossing and turning in bed.

On the first day of saving the world, he had been shocked too much, but nothing frightened him like Mr. Sen's last words.

Who is Osamu Dazai?How much does Mr. Sen know?Does this person really exist in the original world?

If not, how was everything related to him created?

Thinking about it, the hour hand points to 12, the second hand has not yet moved forward, and a mechanical sound sounds in the ear.

He had heard this voice before, the last time was yesterday, telling him that he had a chance to save the world, and that he could possess powerful spells through reading comprehension.

[Clearing on the day]

[Dazai Osamu Exploration Degree: 11%]

Yiyi couldn't help asking: "Osamu Dazai, who is it? Does he really exist?"

I didn't expect the mechanical voice to answer, but I didn't expect the other party to be silent for a moment and said:

【He is a silhouette of another world】

Another world, that is to say, isn't Dazai himself from here?Could it be a parallel world?

【voice message】

This cheers up another one, who will leave a message for him?

A familiar, slightly malicious mocking voice sounded in my ears:

"Let me see how far you can go with that clumsy puppet."

It was Osamu Dazai himself who left him a message.

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【Black box】

is he looking at me