About the years I played the role

There is indeed a lack of everything here except books-the necessities of life are still available.

"Nakahara Chuya" rejected this suggestion after only looking at "Dazai Osamu" who was concentrating on books. He himself doesn't particularly like the character of reading literary works, so he doesn't think much about these.

Zhongyuan Zhong didn't force it, and ended the topic neatly, saying: "What's the situation in your world... in the literary world?"

The simple description given by "Osamu Dazai" (maybe half-truth and half-false) can tell how suffocating it is-almost most of the famous writers have not written a book, although they don't know Miyazawa Didn't the teacher write poetry either—wait a minute, that's a scary assumption!

Excited by his own thoughts, Zhong Yuanzhong also interrupted his thoughts of leaning towards the edge of danger in time, and did not think about it further.

"All in all, that's it." He hurriedly dropped this sentence, turned his head and left, and went to sit at the table on the other side of the bookshelf.

So in the huge library, only two visitors from different worlds were left standing together, subtly calmed down.

"Central Plains Chuya" is not very familiar with the road here, even if there is a brief science before, I haven't fully remembered it, and it is easy to get lost here.He sat back on the chair, pulling the hood rope once and for all, really unable to think of anything to do.

The ability seems to be suppressed. I don't know if "Dazai Osamu" has this kind of situation, but Nakahara can still find that the ability he can use here is less than half of the normal state.

The two maintained a rare balance for a while, until "Osamu Dazai" finished reading the "Rashomon" and put it back to its original position and walked out of the cutoff.

"Nakahara Chuya" was a little sleepy, so he simply lay down on the table, using his arms as pillows, wrapping his arms around his head.But he was still vigilant, so "Dazai Osamu" suddenly woke up as soon as he approached him, and turned his head to look at him vigilantly.

Withdrawing his hand and not walking any closer, "Osamu Dazai" sat on another chair.There was no one else here except Nakahara Zhongya who was reading quietly on the other side.

He simply knocked on the system that had been silent all the time, and asked it to construct a chat room, but failed. The system rejected the request very coldly.

The fingertips touched the table, and the cuffs retracted slightly due to the movement, revealing the white bandages wrapped around the wrists, and the necks were also neatly wrapped. "Nakahara Chuya" can probably guess that this guy is probably covered in bandages all over his body.

Isn't it really hot in summer? "Nakahara Chuya" suddenly had such a question.

"I still have to go back later."

He seemed to just mention it casually, and he didn't intend to get a reply from "Nakahara Chuya" after he finished speaking. The momentary fatigue quickly returned to a normal state.

"Osamu Dazai" was bored and lay on the table. He didn't have any entertainment tools here, he didn't bring a game console, and he didn't even install a communication tool—because it broke when he entered the water.

"Odasaku here..."

He muttered, a little curious about what Oda Sakunosuke would look like here.Half of the face is buried in the arms, and only the eyes are exposed to scan around to see the specific appearance of the surroundings. It is completely the same as an ordinary library-but it is bigger and more... luxurious?

"Odasaku!"

Probably thinking about something, "Osamu Dazai" was about to get up and walk around, when suddenly he heard the voice of Osamu Dazai from this world who had been away for a long time.

It's the familiar direction - the subtext room, that's where they came from.

But there was something wrong with the tone of the voice. "Osamu Dazai" thought he had already quickly walked to the hidden library,

The door of the hidden library was not closed, and when he walked to the door, he saw the person lying on the ground, and Osamu Dazai squatting beside him in a panic.

There is no one else here, "Dazai Osamu" stopped his eyes on the long-haired man, showing some hesitation: "Oda Tsukuru?"

Oda Sakunosuke struggled to cheer up when he heard the voice, but lost his strength halfway and fell down.

The pupils of "Osamu Dazai" trembled, and the scene in front of him overlapped with the scene in his memory when Oda Tsukuru died—is tragedy necessary?

He stopped at the same place and did not move. Osamu Dazai had already helped Sakunosuke Oda and walked towards the medical room. Ryunosuke Akutagawa was behind him to help.

The book floating in mid-air was surrounded by dark light, and the pages were corroded.For a moment, "Osamu Dazai" showed a smile, took one last look at the author's name, and turned to leave.

"Well... since it's not the same person, I don't need to intervene more."

Waiting for the end of the hidden book is undoubtedly boring.

"Osamu Dazai" has nothing to do with the rogue faction here, but the mission is only completed after meeting the three rogue faction here.

The book that was eroded was "Under the Blooming Cherry Blossom Forest" by Ango Sakaguchi.

I can't find this book on the bookshelf for the time being, but the others are still there and can be found and read.During the period, he passed by the works of Oda Sakunosuke, and he simply read the title of the book and didn't pay any more attention.

The acting curator walked up to his feet with small steps, raised his cat face, and his whiskers quivered from time to time. "Osamu Dazai" simply sat down on the spot with the book in his hand, leaning on the bookshelf and flipping through the text page by page.

In an environment where literary giants have all abandoned writing for martial arts, the only one he knows who still insists on writing in the literary world is that one.I have to say that in comparison, the literary world in their world is barren, with few famous authors or poets, and most of them disappear after a small splash.

As time passed, "Osamu Dazai" finished reading the book in silence, and the acting curator who had been standing by the side put away the tip of his claws, and carefully pushed out a book with his meat pad.

It is the work of Oda Sakunosuke that he has not taken.

"You seem to be very interested in this." The acting curator stared at him, "Why don't you take a look?"

"No need at all."

The books were put away gently, and there was no trace of dust on the wiped bookshelf, which made people feel better after reading it.

The voice of "Osamu Dazai" was inexplicably soft: "I will see it, the novel written by Oda Tsukuru in my world."

"You can definitely see it."

"Hey Dazai." "Chuya Nakahara" stood by the door with his arms folded and turned his head inward. The injured Oda Sakunosuke woke up and sneaked away halfway. After being discovered by the poet Nakaya, he didn't stop the success, so he could only send it all the way. In the hidden book room, I was still waiting there for a long time before all four of them came out intact—and Akutagawa Ryunosuke also participated in the hidden book.

"Nakahara Chuya" didn't care what his expression was now, and raised his chin at Oda Sakunosuke who was surrounded in the middle: "I can tell that you are not right when you hear that guy's name, why don't you say something?"

"Say goodbye." "Dazai Osamu" sighed, "I don't want to get mixed up, I'm leaving anyway."

"By the way, Odasaku! Look at that one over there, it's Dazai Osamu from another world!"

Excited voices came from the house.

"Osamu Dazai" raised his eyes, facing the eyes of Sakunosuke Kami Oda who followed the voice master.The latter was stunned for a moment, then greeted him with a smile.

In a way, it's inexplicably similar.

"Let's go." He pinched the small tip of the hood of "Nakahara Chuya" with two fingers.The news of leaving has been informed to other people long ago, so it doesn't matter if they say goodbye or not.

"Nakahara Chuya" slapped that hand away and turned back, and the poet who was standing in the corner of the room before also looked back, but his eyes fell on his hand.

"That's why Chuya is abominable, and even got a gift!"

"You guy obviously watched me pick it up?! Don't talk to me in this tone! Who is older!"

The wind blows into the room through the half-open window, and the glass window reflects the bright sunlight, making the window edge warm.

A cat walked silently, looked up when it reached the bottom of the building, and only saw the corner of the window and the green plants placed.

In the detective agency, Dazai Osamu lay on the couch and closed his eyes for a short rest as usual, while Kunikida Doppo dealt with the paper work for the two of them in a hurry, and did not let him open his eyes to take a look at the crackling of the computer keyboard.

Edogawa, who was opening the bag of potato chips, paused for a while, the corners of his mouth raised into a faint smile.He leaned back and sank himself into the soft back of the chair.

"Dazai, don't you want to open the door?"

The people on the sofa didn't move.

Edogawa Ranpo: "I will regret it."

As soon as he finished speaking, the door of the detective agency was knocked lightly twice.It is more accurate to say that it is better to shoot than to knock.Dazai heard something from his words, straightened up instantly, and walked to the door with big strides.

After opening the door, it was empty, Osamu Dazai subconsciously shifted his gaze down, and he didn't even notice that his eyes had started to light up.

The big dark red cat was sitting at the door, noticing his gaze, raising its paw and waving: "Long time no see, Dazai."

"I am back."

The author has something to say: ——Text END——

I thought about whether I should write a longer essay, but after thinking about it, I didn’t seem to have any brains, because I can’t participate in hidden books, and the daily words will overlap with the previous ones, so I just wrote it briefly.

The gift I took away was a collection of poems, which will be given to me in the end.

Whose it belongs to should be guessable.

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The ending was indeed a bit rushed, so I decided to add a side story.

It should be dropped during the National Day. I will write Zhangzhi Tianmao's daily life, and I will also make up a ghost destroying the world, knife chaos...to be determined for the time being, and I haven't decided what to write yet.

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Thanks for the support.

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感谢在2020-09-2309:38:57~2020-09-2313:59:57期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels of irrigation nutrient solution: Hengmo 10 bottles; Xiao? 5 bottles;

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