I keep peace by drawing cards

?, specially sent to you. "

"I didn't get Guangjun's new book this time, and it's selling very well." Xia Youjie took the book and said happily, "Thank you Guangjun for me."

After getting the book, Xia Youjie couldn't wait to read it.

The protagonist of the book is a man named "Oda", who only has a surname but no first name.

Gojo Satoru leaned over curiously: "What are you talking about?"

Xia Youjie checked the profile and said uncertainly, "It seems to be a man who came back from the dead, and the story of chasing the truth after the resurrection."

Xia Youjie turned to the last page: "Hey, this is the first part, it's not over yet."

Zapp waved his hand and said, "It's a routine, so we can sell the second one."

Xia Youjie opened the book and began to read.

"Oda opened his eyes again, on a strange street.

Who is he?

I don't remember, but I only remember that his surname is Oda.

Looking around, pedestrians are extremely weird.

There are ordinary humans, and there are extraordinary... monsters?

He suddenly remembered that the last moment he remembered was the picture of his death.

Is he dead?

Oda raised his hand, holding a gun in his hand.

Where did you get the gun?Will he use it?Can not remember.

So is he dead?

Oda looked confused, he put the gun away, and then pinched his thigh seriously.

I feel it, it hurts.

He is not dead?

he died?

Forget it, let him die or not.

Life and death are difficult to define, forgetting who told him.

so hungry...

He touched his pocket, but there was no money in it.

Craving spicy curry.

Well, spicy curry should be his favorite food.

Want to make money?

Not making money seems to be starving.

Oda sat in the corner, staring blankly at the sky.

The sky was covered with dark clouds and the sun could not be seen.

His mind was blank, he couldn't see the past, and he couldn't see the future.

What is he going to do?

Back to the previous question, does he want to make money?

how to earn?what will he do

--kill.

These two words suddenly popped out bloodily.

Oda was taken aback.

No, don't kill people.

What else can he do?

Unexpected.

He just sat in the corner blankly, letting his stomach growl and growl.

Oda is really distressed, the resurrection of the dead is not a good thing for him.

It was dark and the street lights were on.

He heard a scream, and without thinking, he walked towards the scream.

The sky was covered with ice and snow suddenly falling, he shook his body and took a step forward.

The picture suddenly turned yellow, sharp ice thorns penetrated his body, and bright red blood flowed out.

He lay on the ground, not breathing.

The picture flashed by, and he subconsciously dodged to the side, dodging the ice thorn attack.

The ice and snow stopped, and there was a corpse lying in front of him. The corpse was pierced by several ice thorns and hung in the air.

Like a weird work of art, it is cold, cruel, and extremely beautiful.

stranger?

A word suddenly appeared in his mind.

Suddenly, he heard someone calling him.

... "

"Odasaku?!"

The boy in the yellow windbreaker on the opposite side ran towards him quickly, he passed by the light, and finally stood under the street light.

The whole person is shrouded in light, blurry.

Oda subconsciously retorted: "It's not Oda Saku, it's Oda."

The light in the boy's eyes gradually disappeared.

Oda thought he was a bit strange, with bandages on his body, he didn't look like a normal person.

However, he is not normal.

He asked again: "Who are you?"

"Osamu Dazai."