What is a good ending for a story?

Dazai Osamu sat in the darkness, with only a small desk lamp on the table emitting a faint light. A blank sheet of manuscript paper was scattered on the table, and a drop of dark ink slowly oozed out from the tip of the ink-soaked pen. It fell on the white paper with a click, leaving a fuzzy spider-web-like pattern on the edge.

He held the pen for a long time without moving, wanting to write something concrete, but he felt his mind was empty, with nothing in it. The words and descriptions that kept popping up in his mind formed long sentences under the guidance of his thoughts, and then connected little by little to form a paragraph of text.

A book suddenly floated in the air, and the pages were white when opened.

Dazai Osamu put down his pen and looked at the 'book', staring blankly at the long ink-colored words on the pages. They were so familiar that he could not ignore them - they belonged to 'him', another him.

It was as if an invisible hand holding a pen that he could not find was writing a story on the page, but stopping before the end.

'Good' and 'bad'.

He could make decisions easily when it came to other things, but this time, he couldn't decide which direction to go.

"Dazai Osamu" withdrew his gaze. Although he didn't know why he fell into a dream at this moment, this dream had recurred many times in his memory, and he could point out in detail what it would be like in the next moment.

"Dazai… sir?"

Nakajima Atsushi's voice was like a straw floating in the water. The dream collapsed silently in the darkness. "Dazai Osamu" opened his eyes in reality and met those purple-gold eyes.

There was no trace of sleepiness in his eyes, as if he had always been awake: "Morning, Atsushi-kun."

Nakajima Atsushi glanced out the window and confirmed that the sun was setting and night was about to begin.

"Dazai Osamu" slept from noon to evening. Kunikida Doppo and the Dazai Osamu of this world quarreled again, but they didn't wake him up. However, Dazai Osamu and Kunikida Doppo have already accepted a new commission and went out. Everyone else is in the coffee shop downstairs. The only ones left in the detective agency are Nakajima Atsushi who is waiting for "Dazai Osamu" to wake up and Edogawa Ranpo who doesn't want to move.

Atsushi's eyes were as easy to read as always. "Dazai Osamu" raised his hands and stretched out on the sofa, then jumped off the sofa with full energy: "Atsushi-kun——"

Just as Nakajima Atsushi was about to respond subconsciously, he turned his gaze to the door. He heard someone coming in with a different pace. There were two people, one of whom looked particularly familiar.

Nakajima Atsushi frowned and thought about who the familiar footsteps belonged to. He eliminated them one by one in his mind. As the footsteps got closer, the answer became clearer.

But come to think of it, did Mr. Dazai take anything with him when he went out?

Nakajima Atsushi's thoughts suddenly went astray.

"Are you sure you want to publish with us?"

Koike Fumitaka carefully took the neatly arranged poem manuscript handed to him by the man, with a little doubt in his eyes. After all, to be honest, their newspaper office was not considered top-notch in Yokohama, and there were many other places that were better than this one.

"That's right." Dazai ignored Kunikida Doppo's voice behind him, "My friend doesn't like meeting strangers, so he asked me to help deliver it. Please remember to enlarge his name when you publish it."

When Dazai Osamu mentioned the word "friend", his expression remained unchanged, and even Kunikida's tone behind him gradually became uncertain.

"Is it true?" Kunikida Doppo stopped trying to stop him and slowly fell into deep thought.

Inside the Armed Detective Agency.

The uninvited guests appeared behind the door. The Hong Kong Black Gravity Master, Nakahara Chuuya, was still wearing his standard black suit, as if he had never changed much. Behind him was Akutagawa Ryunosuke, who stepped back two or three steps. Nakajima Atsushi heard the familiar pace and felt that it was his.

Nakahara Chuuya walked around the empty room, frowning slightly, and his gaze slowly shifted to the two people in the middle of the room, or more precisely, to "Dazai Osamu".

There was no other reason, the light grey trench coat stood out inexplicably among the sand-colored trench coats that Zhong Yuan was used to seeing, especially when worn by "Dazai Osamu", he gave off a feeling of being out of tune with this world.

Just like Oda Sakunosuke from another world. Nakahara Chuuya thought, but before he could say anything, "Dazai Osamu" started to mock him and hid behind Nakajima Atsushi with a look of disgust.

"Wow, there are actually black slugs here?" Dazai Osamu said in an exaggerated tone, "It's so scary, so scary, it's just a nightmare!"

Atsushi Nakajima: "…………"

The Hong Kong black gravity user's gaze almost pierced through him.

Nakajima Atsushi was caught by "Dazai Osamu" and couldn't escape, and faced the fierce look that Nakahara Chuuya was originally going to cast at "Dazai Osamu".

His fingers curled back into his palms, and his knuckles made a series of "cracking" sounds under the force, which was obviously a sign that Nakahara Chuuya was preparing to beat someone up.

Nakahara Chuuya took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down. He thought to himself that no matter which Dazai Osamu was, he was always asking for a beating. He could tell from the way he spoke.

"We are back——"

Dazai Osamu staggered into the detective agency, completely ignoring Nakahara Chuuya who was standing in front of him, and simply walked around him. He threw a tightly wrapped envelope in his hand into "Dazai Osamu's" arms, which contained a stack of royalties.

"Hey, Dazai." Nakahara Chuuya suppressed his temper. All his patience was inexplicably exhausted when he met Dazai Osamu. The Hong Kong underworld did not have much information about "Dazai Osamu". The latter consciously avoided street surveillance, so they could only start from the beginning, which was the place where Akutagawa Ryunosuke disappeared.

"What's up with this guy?"

"Hmm? I think I heard some sound?"

"…I said, don't ignore me you asshole mackerel!"

"Did you hear anything, Atsushi-kun? Am I hallucinating recently?"

Nakahara Chuuya: ...

At this moment, he calmed down, raised his leg and kicked directly at Dazai Osamu's knee, but the latter anticipated and easily avoided it. Instead, the table leg was hit and broke immediately without the addition of gravity power. Fortunately, he did not fall down on the spot.

Kunikida Doppo, who was a step too late to stop him, said: "..." He began to think about the original price of this table.

"I think, this guy is the same as Oda Sakunosuke." Nakahara Chuuya's eyes drifted to the table leg and touched the tip of his nose, then his voice became cold when he looked at Dazai Osamu again.

"Wait a minute." Dazai Osamu, who had been watching from the sidelines, finally realized that something was wrong. The existence of a certain guess was getting stronger and stronger. He felt that he didn't want to confirm it. "Oda Saku?"

Dazai Osamu interpreted this question as the fact that he saw the death of Oda Sakunosuke in this world, but did not see the subsequent appearance of Oda Sakunosuke (the cat) in the other world.

He said in a relaxed tone: "Yes, it's Odasaku."

"Dazai Osamu": "..." What a mistake. It's actually the same world.

Even though we have to figure this out, the show still has to go on.

In his heart, a villain wiped the non-existent sweat from his face, and "Dazai Osamu" lowered his eyes. His fingertips touched the notebook signed by Oda Sakunosuke in his pocket.

After a while, he suddenly laughed: "But it won't exist forever."

Dazai Osamu: "...嘁."

Nakahara Chuuya vaguely guessed that the conversation between the two Dazai Osamu was about Oda Sakunosuke, so he did not interrupt. It was not until Dazai Osamu collapsed on the sofa without saying a word that he was able to get some information related to "Dazai Osamu".

Confirming that this is indeed Dazai Osamu from the parallel world, Nakahara Chuuya wrote down the information and said directly: "The leader asked me to bring you a message."

"Dazai Osamu" sighed: "If you think about what Mr. Mori said, you know what it will be. I don't want to be like Chuya, working for Hong Kong black from morning till night all year round."

Nakahara Chuuya: “…”

While they were talking, Akutagawa Ryunosuke stood behind Nakahara Chuuya, and "Rashomon" was looming under the clothes. The black beast was ready to attack Nakajima Atsushi in the house, especially after "Dazai Osamu" put his hand on Nakajima Atsushi's shoulder, it seemed as if it would rush over in the next second.

After "Dazai Osamu" let go of his hand and walked to the other side, Nakajima Atsushi quickly retreated, trying to escape the Shura field atmosphere. However, Akutagawa Ryunosuke could not be avoided by retreating. Even though Nakajima Atsushi gradually got used to it (seeing a fight every time), the ferocity of Akutagawa's eyes seemed to increase.

Nakajima Atsushi felt a chill down his spine. Akutagawa Ryunosuke's expression made him feel that a fight would break out here before the conversation over there was finished.

"Why am I always the one being persecuted?" Nakajima Atsushi felt like he was in tears, as if there was a bright red word "danger" hanging over his head.

"Akutagawa, let's go."

Adhering to the principle that he was only here to follow the leader's orders and not to cause any more trouble, Nakahara Chuuya relaxed his clenched fists and told himself that he must not beat anyone up in the detective agency.

As for not being in the detective agency in the future... Nakahara Chuuya sneered in his heart.

Edogawa Ranpo raised his head and watched the two people leaving, then silently moved towards the two Dazai Osamu, his eyes full of anticipation for the show.

Mori Ou was holding a not-too-thin collection of poems.

On the dark black cover, the words "Song of the Goat" are printed neatly in the center. The author's name in the lower left corner is clearly written in a small font, but it is more eye-catching than the name of the poetry collection.

——The center of the Central Plains.

Mori Ougai looked confused, very confused.

While waiting, he flipped through two pages and read it carefully, coming to the conclusion that it was "very consistent with Nakahara Chuuya".

This made him begin to doubt his previous guess - it was false, and the accuracy of Mori Ougai's intelligence on him could still be guaranteed.

But if anyone knew that one of the five major leaders of the Port Mafia was a gravity user named Nakahara Chuuya, and didn't know much about him, they would probably think that it was a collection of poems published by Nakahara Chuuya.

The poetry collection titled "Goat Song" was published at noon today, and not long after, Mori Ogai ordered someone to buy two copies - the first copy was taken away by Ozaki Koyo who saw it passing by.

"Boss." Nakahara Chuuya received the order and walked into the chief's office. He caught a glimpse of Alice lying on a sofa and flipping through something. "Chuuya-kun." Mori Ogai folded his hands and supported his chin, his eyes solemn, "Have you ever thought about becoming a poet?"

Nakahara Chuuya: “…”

A bunch of question marks slowly appeared above his head.

The author has something to say: Yes, 0829 just found that this is a very familiar world.

As if it were a scumbag’s 0829: pupils trembled.

By the way, I persecuted Chuuya.jpg

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Let me answer some specific questions about tasks and cards:

The order is to accept the task released by the world consciousness → draw a card to determine the role to play → enter the world.

The world consciousness releases quests that I've never written about in detail. You can think of it as a certain degree of self-rescue of the world (or receiving a powerful wish). Cards are drawn after the world you want to enter is determined, and they are basically the same characters in this world. As for the quests attached to the cards, they are determined to be achievable in this world, and are related to the character on the card itself.

This explanation should be easier to understand.

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Come to think of it, I consider myself a writer of sweet stories. What will I do if I get criticized like this (makes a spoiler sound).

Then, publishing articles is a newspaper, right? I went to Baidu to check it out, but I'm not sure. It seems that I always get stuck on such small details.

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