On the Compatibility Between Conjurers and Writers

After a day with a huge amount of information, one article summed up a few points:

[1. Osamu Dazai is not a character in this world. His current body should be created based on Osamu Dazai, and he has obtained his consent. 】

Of course, he might be staring at himself, to see what kind of a bad show will be staged.

Anyway, thank you very much, Dazai-kun.

One almost folded his hands together to express his thanks.

[2. He cannot reveal the known future in any form. 】

In addition, there are several other points, so I won’t go into details one by one for the time being. What puzzles him the most is how much Mr. Mori knows and what kind of position he is. Is it possible that he is the grandfather who provides information in the strategy game?

If you have a chance, you must meet Mr. Mori.

At 7 o'clock in the morning, one opened his eyes on time.

It is said that after a night of rest, in fact he did not sleep well. The moment the lights were turned off, darkness rushed towards him from all directions like a tide. He seemed to be in a quiet sea, the sky above his head was gray, and the waves came one after another .

He was floating in the water, unconsciously swaying memory fragments in his mind, including the twisted rope man from yesterday, the shattered buildings in the Tokyo barrier, the conjurer companions who shared the troubles, and some who died under the magic spell with regret. Zhang Zhang face.

Those faces are like stick figures, constantly abstracted and distorted, and simplified into thin white masks. They seem to wrap around themselves, but one of them has no fear at all, and just looks at them expressionlessly.

When the light of the day shines through the gaps in the curtains and reflects on the floor, one wakes up too.

When he was washing his face, he stared at his fair face in the mirror and found that he didn't have dark circles under his eyes. It was a genius to be able to avoid dark circles and heart palpitations after such a low-quality sleep.

He greeted the person in the mirror: "Good morning, Mr. Dazai."

"Thank you very much, Dazai-san."

[If you are helped, you must sincerely thank you. 】

Someone once said that to him.

Then he updated Dazai's information in his mind.

【10. Light sleep, many dreams. 】

A self never dreams.

It is impossible to eat breakfast at home, and the refrigerator is still empty.What did you eat last night?Come to think of it, it was 7-11 Convenience Super's delicious seafood, and I especially called the subordinates of Guangjin to run errands.

It was already very late when I got home, so naturally I didn't have time to fill the empty refrigerator, and with Mr. Dazai's character, he couldn't do this, right?

A correct mentality, it is now known that Osamu Dazai is a real person from another world, even out of gratitude to him for lending him a powerful spell, he cannot ooc.

Having said that, going to morning class with an empty stomach is like torturing the body/body, so this body needs to be taken care of.

A minimum of survival must be ensured.

Therefore, 20 minutes later, a line appeared in a convenience store 300 meters away from the school. At this time, it was almost time for class, and among the crowded office workers, students could occasionally be seen in cherry blossoms.

The 7-11 is full of people, some are students, and more are people in suits and ties, picking out acquaintances with sharp eyes.

"Good morning." His ending is always rising.

"Junpei-kun."

Junpei was taken aback, he hadn't been greeted for a long time, turned to look at Dazai, his face was filled with thoughts such as how familiar this guy was.

He seems to have quickly become acquainted with the class.

"Morning, good morning." He squeezed the salmon roe rice ball tightly, like a clumsy penguin, passing through the narrow aisle between the shelves, followed by one.

He bought crab sticks from Hokkaido.

One wanted to add a box of mashed potato salad, but every cell in Dazai's body was clamoring to refuse, so he had to give up.

The door of the convenience store opened and closed, Junpei couldn't help slowing down, waiting for one, who turned sideways, and passed the man in the khaki suit.

sorcerer.

……

Conjurer is an eight-to-five job.

After the police sealed off the scene, it was zero o'clock, and the victim's body could only be temporarily stored nearby. They tried to take as many photos as possible to collect evidence, trying to restore the scene of the person.

Jianren Qihai had browsed the photos before going to the scene with the supervisor.

Lu Shi Xiaolin has just graduated from the training class and has not yet adapted to the role of supervisor. Just the photos make him sick. He looks at Qihai eating a sandwich slowly, admiring him very much.

Kobayashi: "Any clues, Mr. Nanami?"

He observed Qi Hai's expression through the rearview mirror, but unfortunately, the latter was too unhappy, and he didn't capture any information.

Qihai's inference is consistent with one, thinking that it was probably done by the curse master, but he also has doubts.

"If there is no special purpose, the curse master seldom commits murder in Tokyo, and the location of the victim and the time when he notified the police are equally suspicious."

Tokyo Port is not a deserted place, even at night there will be people patrolling, and it is found that the time is unusual.

"About this." Kobayashi added belatedly, "I've heard some news."

"The warehouse area where the victim is located is related to the local mafia, and they did not seek help from the police immediately after they found the body." Kobayashi interjected, "The mafia should reject the police."

Qihai's brains are quick, and there are quite a few business owners who don't trust the Director Council and turn to the Panxing Sect for protection or hire curse masters, let alone the Mafia.

Reporting to the board of directors is probably to reduce the consumption of human resources.

In this case, the probability of the curse master is greatly increased.

troublesome work.

The deadliest point is...

Qihai pushed the glasses frame, why did the curse master conflict with the mafia?

Still, the Mafia?

[I haven't heard that word for a long time. 】

……

"Ah, sure enough."

Sitting in the shade of a tree with his knees tucked in, he changed into uniform blue striped sweatpants for physical education class, a white T-shirt on the upper body, and a sportswear of the same color on the outside.

The school uniform he ordered was too big, because Dazai's legs were too long, the trouser legs of the standard school uniform would be a little shorter, and the version with a length of 5cm would be better.

He opened his school uniform, using the cover of his jacket to secretly and quickly press on the phone interface, and the slightly long cuffs dangled with his movements.

Yoshino Junpei held the volleyball to see Dazai, and when he saw what he was doing, he collapsed. If he hadn't held the volleyball in both hands, he would have hugged his head.

"How on earth did you bring it out?!"

There are quite a few people who steal mobile phones on campus, but one like this is too aboveboard!

One but smiled.

Seeing him like this, Junpei could only sit down next to Dazai with his knees tucked in. Right now it's free time, and the students will practice in pairs. Having said that, only good students really practice, and those with a deviation value lower than 58 The group had already wandered to the canteen, or found a place to smoke, Xiaoyi and other female students gathered in twos and threes, talking about nail polish and other topics.

As for Ito, Zao and his fans don't know where to go.

Junpei has never had a partner, and he always feels that he looks stupid while holding the ball.For no reason, one thought of one, and it moved to his side like a lonely little black cat that wanted to get close to others.

Junpei: I'm not lonely, just watching what he's doing.

Dazai-kun's instincts are very strong, and one of them is endowed with natural intuition by his favor.

The curse master was hired to clash with the mafia, and they were in the warehouse area. Did they want to seize something?

So Guangjin was dispatched to investigate, and yesterday's results were rather subtle. It was smuggled goods from overseas, most of which were antique vases, calligraphy and paintings.

One lightly said: "Give me the specific inventory, Mr. Guangjin." He seemed to suddenly think of something, and said with great interest, "Seller, place of origin, introduction, and buyer."

"I know, many of them are pre-ordered items, aren't they?"

The port mafia has such a business. Buyers provide information, and personnel are dispatched overseas to search. Behind the customized service is a high service fee.

Because the information behind it was too complicated, it was already today when everything was sorted out, and Guangjin sent one non-stop.

It was this list that he was looking at now.

"Found it." He said softly.

[Commodity A312 - black rope: from a tribe in South Africa, woven by several generations of priests, this thing has a break, it is speculated to be a small piece of black rope. 】

"Dazai-san... what are you looking at?" Junpei finally couldn't help asking.

"A matter of work." This seemed to be some kind of excuse, signaling the end of the conversation. Yoshino Junpei hadn't yet mourned the rare initiative to leave the teacher, so he listened to the other party's obedient response:

"It seems to be some kind of African sacrificial product. It really is an antique." He chattered about his work in a clear and pleasant voice, which was obviously not what a high school student should do.

"Is the buyer killing the donkey? No, that's not the case. Who is the buyer... Let me see, the president of Mitsui Club, where did he hear that there is such a magic tool, and he took a lot of trouble to get it Came to please someone, but leaked the news halfway? Sure enough, the curse master was sent by the other side."

"Dazai-san." Junpei called his name anxiously, "What are you talking about?"

What buyer, curse master, I don't understand at all, Mitsui Club?Isn't that a well-known company in Tokyo?Dazai-san mentioned his name so easily...

If it were Ito, he would only disgust Junpei when he talked about famous people, but in his mouth, those names stood out smoothly and naturally, and he could even taste the sarcasm he didn't care about from every slight tongue snap .

He was almost ashamed to admit that he was tempted.

Dazai-san who wants to explore, dig, and see more.

"It's nothing." But one ended abruptly. He seemed to open a gap for Yoshino Junpei. On the other side of the curtain was the latter's completely unknown and bizarre world. .

He got up and put the phone in his pocket, and Nana Yamaguchi who was not far away seemed to notice this, and couldn't wait to come, shouting "Dazai-san!" The love in his voice was about to fly out.

"But, sure enough, I saw you right, Junpei."

The latter thought that Yi Yi was going to leave, but he didn't want the sharp and soft words of the other party to float into his ears.

"Weak and sensitive, but with a curiosity that doesn't match her own."

"It's easy to be approached maliciously, Junpei-kun."

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【Black box】

11. Too smart to see through people's hearts in an instant.

Is this the world in the eyes of Mr. Dazai?