There was a long silence in the system space.

0829 Face to face with the system, the finger stopped in front of a newly appeared report key and was about to try to click it directly, but unfortunately the light ball quickly reacted and quickly blocked the small square.

0829 withdrew his hand with regret. Now thinking back to what had just happened, there were still several big question marks on his mind that were almost materializing.

In the Demon Slayer world, he had just recovered from his injuries in a day and was planning to complete the joint strengthening training with Muichiro before leaving. However, the system hurriedly dragged him away on the first day of the joint strengthening training.

At that time, Tokito Muichiro watched him disappear in front of him. In that situation, he could only say goodbye in a hurry and didn't have time to say the rest of the words.

The light in the child's eyes dimmed.

The system explained aggrievedly: "This kind of thing is not without precedent. Because they stay in a world for too long, they develop feelings for the local characters in the world and give up on leaving. As a result, because they do not belong to that world, they will be spontaneously rejected by the world after a long time, and they will be stuck there."

"...Really?" 0829 was silent for a long time. He took the light ball and threw it aside. The experience bar in the information area increased a lot. There was a small box behind it reminding him to upgrade. After 0829 chose to upgrade temporarily, except that the screen display became wider, there seemed to be no other major changes.

0829 I saw a familiar word in the mission area. Before the next refresh, I quickly pressed the button to select and accept. The familiar card pool interface appeared. After the upgrade, his card pool expanded to R-SSR, but the probability of drawing SSR was pitifully low, or even non-existent.

The system is actually quite right. 0829 absentmindedly pressed the extract button. During the mission, he did have a thought for a moment: "It would be nice if I could always be with Muichiro."

He took the card and said calmly, "Let's start the next mission."

As evening approached, the sky was filled with a large area of ​​brilliant color.

The man narrowed his eyes and stared at the last bit of afterglow. The hem of his windbreaker was blown up by the wind. He used a black gel pen to write a few lines on a brand new red-covered notebook, which he closed and put in his pocket.

He kicked the unpleasant-looking gravel with his toes, and the stone reminded him of his roommate, with whom he did not get along well.

"Today's walking time is over." The gravel rolled away under the force, and the man sighed. His long sleeves shrank slightly due to the movement, revealing his slender wrist wearing a string of bracelets, with a small section of chain hanging down from the end.

He listened to Takeyama Masakazu's call not far away, muttering something like "Is it the deadline again?" and took a step forward carelessly.

The scene before my eyes changed.

The man did not panic in this situation. Instead, he became interested. He took out a pair of thin-framed glasses from his other pocket and put them on his nose to hide the interest in his iris-colored eyes.

"It's a popular topic recently." He muttered to himself meaninglessly, and soon the sudden energy disappeared after searching through multiple pockets. "I don't have a penny. I'm in trouble."

He was talking about his troubles, but there was no sign of embarrassment on his face. He casually put his hands into his windbreaker pockets, took out the red notebook again, opened a new page and sketched simple lines. In a few seconds, a stick figure of a slug wearing a hat appeared in the corner of the page.

He raised his lips and said, "Yoshi, it's done. It turns out your painting skills have never deteriorated. I must show it to the dwarf when I get back."

"Mr. Dazai!"

A voice called from behind, he turned his head and looked, but there was nothing there. The man blinked in confusion: "Is it because Zhushan has been talking about me for too long recently that I am hallucinating?"

"Not good, not good."

Muttering these words, he chose a direction and walked away slowly.

In the cafe downstairs of the Armed Detective Agency, "Dazai Osamu" - not the original Dazai Osamu of this world, but the "Dazai Osamu" from another world who wanted to escape in the previous paragraph to avoid the editor and the bad news of the deadline, but ended up traveling through time.

He sat in the cafe and ordered a cup of coffee with the only money he had, which he found from the inner pocket of his windbreaker. Under the confused gaze of a waitress, he sat down quietly on the sofa in the corner.

"Dazai Osamu" held a stirring spoon in his hand and occasionally stirred the remaining half cup of coffee.

The red book stand was open on the table. When Dazai Osamu saw a group of people appearing on the street corner, his eyes suddenly lit up. He raised his hand to tidy up his hair - his hair, which was originally neat, looked a little fluffy after being blown by the wind, and his glasses were still on his nose.

He was extremely patient, waiting until someone in the group left the group and walked into the cafe, then he raised his hand and waved in that direction: "That white-haired boy——"

Nakajima Atsushi looked around subconsciously and found that he was the only one with white hair. He thought that the voice sounded familiar, but he still looked over: "Who... Mr. Dazai?!"

Nakajima Atsushi's reaction was normal. After all, he had just watched Dazai Osamu being dragged back to the detective agency by Kunikida Dopo, and now he saw another Dazai Osamu in the cafe.

He walked over hesitantly, all kinds of strange stories flashing through his mind, but they left him with a terrifying feeling - the strange story itself was sitting right in front of him.

"Atsushi-kun's expression is really easy to understand." "Dazai Osamu" said with a smile. At first he was a little unsure whether the person in front of him was also called Nakajima Atsushi, but from his expression, it was almost the same.

Thinking of this, he suddenly remembered a dark figure, and the corners of his lips immediately dropped, and he whispered: "If there is such a dwarf in this world... I can't imagine it."

"Mr. Dazai?" Nakajima Atsushi only saw the expression of the person sitting opposite him change for a while, as if he was immersed in his own world. He was now restless, always feeling that he had encountered some real ghost story - even though it was still daytime.

"Dazai Osamu" sighed softly: "I am the real Dazai Osamu, not some weird story."

"Hey, Atsushi-kun."

A voice identical to that of the "Dazai Osamu" in front of him sounded from behind Nakajima Atsushi. He twisted his neck stiffly, and he seemed to hear a mechanical clicking sound.

The two men's clothing is almost identical, the difference is that Dazai Osamu is wearing a light grey long trench coat while Dazai Osamu is wearing a sandy colour, but the styles are ultimately the same.

Two Mr. Dazai.

Nakajima Atsushi came to this conclusion and his brain froze. He let Dazai Osamu squeeze him into the sofa and sat down face to face with "Dazai Osamu".

"Atsushi-kun, be careful with strangers." Dazai Osamu said, his eyes fixed on this person who looked just like him, "After all, you might get sold out."

Hostility spread silently in this narrow space, and Nakajima Atsushi felt that he was caught in the middle. He looked back and forth between the two people, and finally decided to protect himself, lowered his head in silence, and did not answer.

"Dazai Osamu" casually closed the book, revealing a signature on the cover, which successfully attracted Dazai Osamu's attention: "I am just an innocent writer."

Retracting his gaze, Dazai Osamu's expression changed into a fake smile that could be seen at a glance, and then he got to the point: "Mr. Ranpo asked me to pick someone up, but I didn't expect it to be you."

"Although I can more or less guess it." He dragged out the last line of his voice listlessly, and took off his glasses casually. His identical iris-colored eyes were no longer covered, and he more clearly revealed a bit of disgust: "You are the one who does this kind of thing... Tsk."

Nakajima Atsushi, who was caught up in the battle innocently, huddled in a corner, wishing he could disappear right there in the midst of the murderous atmosphere between the two men.

The murderous aura only appeared for a short while and quickly disappeared, as if nothing had happened. The two Dazai Osamu stood up at the same time, and then the Dazai Osamu from the original world walked forward and asked Nakajima Atsushi to go back with him in a lazy tone.

Everyone in the detective agency was there, and the voices of the Tanizaki siblings could be heard through the door.

Dazai Osamu pushed open the door, and the room was quiet for a moment, and then returned to normal the next moment.

Kunikida Doppo pushed up his glasses which had fallen down, and before he could start to speak, he choked back the words when the person following Dazai Osamu appeared.

Having anticipated this incident, Ranpo Edogawa was curled up in a chair, skillfully pressing the cap of the soda bottle to let the glass beads fall.

Under the watchful eyes of the detective society, "Dazai Osamu" took a few quick steps and collapsed on the sofa in the room.

Dazai Osamu: “…” He gritted his teeth silently, and his dislike for this counterpart from another world increased even more.

There was also Oda Saku's signature on his notebook. Dazai Osamu thought, he had just said goodbye to Oda Saku, who he didn't know if he would ever meet again, and now another "Dazai Osamu" appeared with a notebook signed by Oda Saku.

There seemed to be a sour smell of lemon in the air.

Nakajima Atsushi moved away carefully, then ran over after seeing Izumi Kyoka.

"Mr. Ranpo is as smart as ever." "Dazai Osamu" sat up from the sofa, put the notebook back into his pocket, and took out a micro machine with monitoring and positioning functions from the hem of his windbreaker, and crushed it into pieces with his fingers.

There was no need to think about the source of this listening device. No one other than Dazai Osamu would leave such things lying around. He simply took off his windbreaker and searched for other places. After confirming that there was only that one, he looked at Edogawa Ranpo.

The detective put down the soda bottle and said, "If you don't want to laugh, don't laugh, Dazai."

Dazai paused, and there was no falseness in the smile on his face: "This is a smile from my heart, Mr. Ranpo."

——In that beautiful world without any regrets, all the feelings he could get were too real.

In this case, how could "Dazai Osamu" have a fake smile that could be seen through by the famous detective?

The author has something to say: There was a foreshadowing at that time about the Oda cat, and the person Akutagawa saw in the end was "Dazai Osamu".

So it is actually the same literary and wild world.

But this is just a daily routine, so there won't be many chapters.

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