Investigators choose to throw the script in a shredder

2024 6 Month 13 Day.

Shibusawa Eiichi has replaced Fukuzawa Yukichi on the [-]-yuan banknote for a long time, and the revision of the Japanese currency has entered the completion period without any waves.

Today's Japanese headlines are dominated by a writer, and his news and obituaries are everywhere.

"Tamagawa Joshui, Osamu Dazai commits suicide by drowning in the water!" "

"A Writer's End - The End of a Disqualified Writer". "

"Whether trendy writer Osamu Dazai's suicide will cause a wave of suicide among young people"

"Reveal!The suicide note hidden in the disqualification in the world! "

……

"Osamu Dazai: Died at 24 years old. "

The day after the obituary was released, someone took over Dazai Osamu's copyright fees for the next 50 years with a personal letter.

A certain person: "I am a friend of Osamu Dazai, and I have to ask for this money in order to organize Osamu Dazai's funeral. There is absolutely no other reason."

Reporter: "But it seems that you only bought a simple coffin and a cemetery, and only carried out free burials, and no condolences were held."

A certain person: "This is Osamu Dazai's last wish, keep everything simple."

Reporter: "..." Before you speak, you should check whether your words are inconsistent.

In this way, a certain person relied on his thick skin and strange brain circuits to win the copyrights of all of Dazai Osamu's works, and became a new rich man. After selling film and television copyrights, he entered the list of billionaires.

"What a gamble," the man picked up the tattered book, and couldn't help admiring, "Killing a Dazai Osamu who originated from the main world will destroy the book, so of course, if the main field of description is placed in the main world , the things that the book can do will be further reduced, and even the power will be weakened to nothing—too messy.”

"Do you think this ending is acceptable, Osamu Dazai?"

The person sitting opposite him put down the newspaper: "I don't know, but it's a little scary for you to appear in front of me with this face."

Long black curly hair, Caucasian-specific complexion, gray-blue smoky pupils, and French facial features—Jean Woodyer's appearance.

"Jean Woodyer" smiled: "This is the shell I got reasonably, and it also has a certain degree of Cthulhu alienation. I am very satisfied with this new shell~"

Osamu Dazai: "...You didn't get nothing."

"Jean Woodyer" looked serious: "But I don't understand, after the crisis is resolved, why do you still have to suspend your death according to the content of this book?"

"There's no reason," Osamu Dazai stacked the newspaper on the table, "If we have to say it, we don't want 'Osamu Dazai' here to live, so let him 'succeed in committing suicide by diving into the water'."

"Jean Woodyer": "..."

"Jean Woodyer": "You are really weird, you just give up your identity here so easily, and Fyodor over there has the authority to come here even in his dreams."

Osamu Dazai leisurely picked up the coffee cup: "So I'm not a devil."

"I've spent most of my 24 years of life there, and to be honest, I don't really identify with it."

"Jean Woodyer"'s gray-blue eyes turned into a tall and dark color, as if he was looking at something extremely distant and invisible to ordinary people: "You are no longer recognized by this world, and you will not be targeted by this world. The last time you talked to me here, soon you will be ostracized back to that world and never return, no regrets?"

Osamu Dazai resignedly complained: "As soon as my social status 'death', I can't wait to drive me away. It's really heartless."

"After all, it is God's punishment for you," "Jean Woodyer" pushed the tattered book in front of Osamu Dazai, and said regretfully, "So many worlds have collapsed because of you, the master almost woke up, I still I thought it would end in the same way this time, it’s unbelievable, I want to watch the fireworks of the destruction of the world again.”

Osamu Dazai picked up the book and turned the pages: "Aren't you tired of reading it so many times?"

"No, I just like to see human beings fall into terror, despair and eventually become insane." "Jean Woodyer" happily tilted his chair back and forth, "Of course~ I also like the way you collapse~"

"You can tell Xiuzhi-kun this kind of thing."

"Jean Woodyer" blinked innocently: "Finally, I'm curious, what are you going to do next?"

Osamu Dazai closed his eyes and leaned on the back of the chair: "I don't know, that scammer didn't say a word of truth..."

"The only thing that can be confirmed is - next, it probably won't be boring."

"Hey, your atmosphere is good, do you want to add me?"

"...Let's talk in a dream, Nyarlathotep."

The outer god in the French man's body was neither angry nor forced: "For the sake of your efforts to please me, I don't care about the impoliteness of calling names directly. I hope you can cherish this last life—all parallel The last Dazai Osamu of the universe~"

The tail of the tilde was dissipated in the air, and there was no one on the opposite side of Osamu Dazai.

"Have you been persuaded by the outer gods to 'cherish life'?" Dazai Osamu let out a long breath, "You can meet anything after you live for a long time."

On the outside of the floor-to-ceiling glass of the coffee shop, the person standing outside with his back to Osamu Dazai has the same appearance as him.

Shuji Tsushima stretched out his hand towards the fine light, and the slight warmth gathered in his hand, as if holding the light firmly in his hand.

The leisurely afternoon time between the two of them was ruined within ten seconds.

The man in the fisherman's hat rushed into the coffee shop, dragged Osamu Dazai out, and Shuji Tsushima, who was standing at the door basking in the sun, along the way, sparks and lightning all the way: "Quick, quick! Someone photographed Reuters You two, run away!!!"

Shuji Tsushima: "...huh?"

Osamu Dazai: "Who took the photo?"

"Twitter uploaded by Jean Woodyer over here - for real! The French are annoying!"

Shuji Tsushima & Osamu Dazai: This probably wasn't done by the French...

The three quickly disappeared into the crowd of people in the streets and alleys without a trace.

2024 6 Month 19 Day.

There is no trace of "Dazai Osamu" in this world.

Yokohama.

Armed Detective Agency.

"Too-zai-! You fell into the water again in front of the customer! Do you know that this is the first time that the detective agency has received complaints from customers against you? You are a waste of bandages that blacken the detective agency's face!" Guo said. Kida's day-to-day roar pierced through the walls powerfully.

Osamu Dazai was lying on the sofa, crossing his legs: "Don't be so excited, Kunikida-kun, you haven't gotten used to it after knowing me for so long, you will be even more sad next time."

"Dazai is right." Oda Sakunosuke nodded with his own experience.

Kunikida clutched his stomach, feeling a dull pain here.

downstairs.

John: "It's so lively upstairs."

He wrapped the supernatural power vines between his fingers to turn the flower rope, and signaled his partner to turn it.

Lovecraft stared at the vines for a while, then stretched out his hand: "It's hilarious..."

I saw his hands turned into multiple tentacles entwined together, turning into a shape similar to a balloon dog.

John: "Ah this..."

Just when he was finding it difficult, the door was opened, and Fitzgerald of Hawthorne strode in: "Everyone, now a spring water that can revive human beings is found in South Africa, let's go there now !"

Margaret looked at Hawthorne with some resistance: "Now?"

Hawthorne pushed his glasses expressionlessly: "15 minutes ago, Sir Francis bought the local land including the spring water for one billion."

"Ten, a billion!" Alcott looked like he was going to pass out.

Mark Twain's eyes sparkled: "Yeah! Adventure to South Africa! Father, let's set sail!"

Fitzgerald looked at the noisy subordinates, but he couldn't find anyone: "Where's Mr. Poe?"

John raised his hand: "He has something to go out, I'll call him back."

Fitzgerald nodded: "Hurry up, the white whale is already waiting."

"Yes!"

The group was busy packing their luggage for the order of Fitzgerald's boss, only Lovecraft stayed where he was, he didn't have anything to pack, he just kept his hands as they were, and looked out the window dully: "Little bird... ...Dun... my lord..."

Atsushi Nakajima, who was chanted, sneezed in the car, then rubbed the tip of his sore nose, wondering if someone was thinking about him?

Well, what if, maybe, maybe, maybe the dean is thinking about him...

But what are you thinking about him now? —Could it be that the incident in Yokohama was blamed on him! ?

——It's not impossible...

"Here we are, guest." The driver stopped and said.

After Atsushi Nakajima paid the money, there was only a ten-yuan coin and a card with 20 yen left in his pocket. The original 300 yen in the card disappeared out of thin air, but Atsushi Nakajima knew who took it away.

He was standing under the red foreign building with a handwritten letter, his stomach rumbling with hunger.

Atsushi Nakajima was verified and found that he had lost the coordinates of the positioning book, and lost his job at the speed of light. Rick ruthlessly abandoned the beaten workers who had eaten a lot and kicked them back to Yokohama. In order not to look too ruthless, he wrote to the detective agency A letter of recommendation so that Atsushi Nakajima can get a job at a detective agency and live.

Atsushi Nakajima: ...Everything about feelings is a lie.

Going round and round, he might as well have joined the Armed Detective Agency in the first place.

Atsushi Nakajima came to the fourth floor and knocked on the door with "Armed Detective Agency".

Destiny turned a big bend and drifted, and returned to the track again.

Venice Airport.

The young man in a fisherman's hat handed out his passport to the counter, and raised a friendly and bright smile: "This is my passport."

"Okay," the counter lady took the ID, and returned the same smiling face after verification, "Welcome to Venice, Mr. Luke Vichelle."

Luke Vichel took back his passport and came to his companion with a smile: "Hey, how does it feel to be in a foreign country?"

"Staying in a rural place like Japan has limited vision. You must know that the world is very wide. There are all kinds of people and all kinds of interesting things. We can't experience it all until we die— — and now I give you the world."

"Welcome to Venice, Mr. Anonymous~"

[kp: Trueend ending save ing——]

[kp: Theend - "There is no self in this world". ]

There is no room for Osamu Dazai and Shuji Tsushima in this world, but someone pulled them out of the dark room and brought them into a wider world.

"Osamu Dazai" is no longer here, and there is only someone who is full of infinite curiosity and inquiry about the world——

Three "Anonymous".

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The author has something to say:

Seeing someone say that Rick and Dazai traveled together in the end, I wrote a whole Gordon literature in my heart.

Guess whether the ending is so accurate!Damn, I obviously think this ending is super good!But it was still guessed as abominable!

感谢在2022-05-3122:07:37~2022-06-0122:38:38期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: 60 bottles of Ahe; 10 bottles of chaotic neutral music, Du Nuo, and intensive cultivation that pass by; 1 bottle of Luoshui [-]th Street;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!