Nakahara Chuuya took the book Alice had just been reading from her hand. The first thing that caught his eye was the words "The Song of the Goat". He was stunned for a moment, and then he saw the author's signature, a name that could not be more familiar - Nakahara Chuuya.

He opened the collection of poems and happened to come across the page with the poem "Stained Sorrow". Nakahara Chuuya read it carefully and his face was heavy.

There is no doubt that whoever actually published this collection of poems knew him very well - although I don't know whether it was accidental or intentional.

The Song of the Goat immediately caused a stir in the literary world when it was released. It was impossible to suppress it completely. The copy in Chuuya Nakahara's hand was bought shortly after it was released. He went to various bookstores and came back with the news that "all the copies were sold out".

"Mr. Chuuya, what do you think?" Mori Ogai saw Nakahara Chuuya fall into deep thought and his expression changed.

To be honest, a collection of poems is not really a problem for Nakahara Chuuya.

Most people who know the names of the five major leaders of the Hong Kong Mafia have had some contact with the Hong Kong Mafia. Ordinary people rarely pay attention to the names of the Mafia. Besides, this collection of poems, apart from the same names, does not contain any hidden information that is unfavorable to Zhongyuan Zhongya.

"This poetry collection alone won't have any negative impact." Nakahara Chuuya closed the poetry collection and gave it back to Alice who was waiting for him to finish reading it. "But we still need to find out who published it under my name."

Mori Ogai smiled and said, "Then I'll leave this matter to you, Chuuya-kun."

"Ranpo-san, is it really okay for Dazai-san to be like this?"

While speaking, Nakajima Atsushi subconsciously turned his head to look at "Dazai Osamu" who had found a poisonous mushroom from somewhere and bitten it. The poison was not lethal, but "Dazai Osamu" was grabbing Kunikida Doppo's collar and inviting him to travel to Sanzu River with him.

Dazai Osamu, the original owner of the poisonous mushroom, held the remaining half of the mushroom in his hand, and seemed to be a little eager to try it, but in the end he turned the mushroom in his hand twice and threw it into the trash can with disgust: "It's stained with saliva. I don't want to try it at all."

Edogawa Ranpo, who seemed to be the last reliable person in the detective agency at the moment, glanced at him roughly with his glasses on: "It's just a coward's way of escaping. Don't worry about him."

Nakajima Atsushi: "...But the truth is, it seems like Kunikida-san is about to hit someone."

As soon as he finished speaking, Kunikida Dopo broke the pen in his hand, and his body was shaken back and forth by "Dazai Osamu", and his glasses were almost knocked off. He hastily steadied the frame of his glasses and punched the Dazai Osamu without any more patience.

"Ouch!" "Dazai Osamu" cried out in pain and finally woke up from the effect of the poisonous mushrooms. It would be better to say that he had been awake all the time. He had already developed resistance to the toxicity of the poisonous mushrooms and at most he would see some hallucinations.

Kunikida's strength is not much different from that of the dwarf. "Dazai Osamu" thought of this and his face turned bitter.

He keenly noticed a gaze and turned his head, meeting her eyes.

"You will be going back soon." Edogawa Ranpo did not give him time to escape. The pair of thin-framed glasses belonging to "Dazai Osamu" was placed on his desk, which was placed there by "Dazai Osamu" before.

"There's no surprise if this kind of thing is exposed, Mr. Ranpo."

"Are you saying, Ranpo-san, that this Dazai-san is leaving?"

"That's what I mean, Atsushi-kun."

Dazai Osamu spun around and fell straight into the sofa, his eyes dull: "I was originally planning to leave without saying goodbye, to give you guys a good surprise."

"Mr. Oda was already scary enough that time..." Nakajima Atsushi complained, "I'll get used to it the second time."

The detective agency soon returned to normal.

"What does Odasaku look like over there?" Dazai Osamu suddenly spoke up. Although he was asking someone, there was no doubt in his tone.

"Dazai Osamu" stared at the clean ceiling: "To be specific, it is what you expect... No, it is the existence that all Dazai Osamu who became friends with Oda Saku expect.

——A story that is absolutely bright and full of hope.

In the end, Nakahara Chuuya followed the two or three surveillance cameras that Dazai Osamu had not deliberately avoided before submitting his poetry manuscript. As soon as he entered the detective agency, he immediately carried out the beating and killing action that was familiar to everyone in the detective agency without saying a word.

"Where is that guy?" Nakahara Chuuya did not find Dazai Osamu. Dazai Osamu would definitely not have the time to write that poem. Only Dazai Osamu, who is a writer by profession and is familiar with another poet, Nakahara Chuuya, could have done it.

Dazai Osamu spread his legs and took a horse stance on the spot. Otherwise, it would be a bit difficult to lift Nakahara Chuuya up given his size. However, in this situation, it inexplicably brought out a bit of mockery.

"Of course he left." Dazai Osamu put on a fake smile. The guy didn't forget to stab him before leaving. Before Nakahara Chuuya came, the listening device he had stuck on "Dazai Osamu's" clothes soon emitted a harsh "sizzling" sound, followed by a long silence.

Dazai knew that the monitor was damaged, so he took off his headphones and rubbed his aching ears leisurely. The noise was so loud that it could cause instant deafness, and it made his head buzz.

It's so abominable, even more annoying than a dwarf. Dazai Osamu completely ignored Nakahara Chuuya's voice, and his face darkened as he recalled what "Dazai Osamu" said before he left.

Mission successfully completed.

This mission was more like a vacation. There were no illegal travelers to deal with, and no role-playing required. Although I was surprised for a moment when I learned that this was my second time entering the world, 0829 reacted quickly and nothing went wrong.

Edogawa Ranpo's abilities and Dazai Osamu's abilities all require careful handling. Even if there is a world consciousness behind him to help conceal his true identity, if there is any problem with his acting, he will probably be discovered on the spot.

He sighed softly. The system had not been transformed, and it was still the dazzling light ball. 0829 He grabbed the system with one hand and threw it aside to avoid blocking the words on the screen.

It has to be said that arrangements like Resort World are very important.

From Oda Sakunosuke in the first world, to Fukudōjin as the sword spirit, to the Slayer Swordsman in the Taisho era, all of them required him to be alert all the time, especially the latter two, as too many battles made his mental state not very good.

Going to the world as the writer "Dazai Osamu" for about a week has effectively relieved his troubled mental state. Even if he is acting under the noses of two extremely smart people, he cannot deny that 0829 has relaxed a little.

He was not in a hurry to accept the task. He first watched the task area refresh and replace with new words, then opened the completed task interface to confirm its completion.

"System." 0829's eyes stopped on one of the lines. The strange mission status made him take a closer look. "Why is there still a light dot indicating that the mission is in progress when it has been 100% completed?"

The system flew back from the other side. I don't know if it was an illusion, but at 0829 I felt that the light ball seemed to have become a little dimmer.

The system explained: "The world consciousness has left a door for you to enter. If you draw this card again, you can return directly to the world."

0829 thought for a moment, and after paying attention again, he closed the interface with a flick of his hand. The mission area appeared before him, and 0829 chose a mission intuitively this time. The card pool in the lower right corner appeared before him after he successfully accepted it.

He prayed in his heart that it was not a difficult character, and pressed the draw button with great expectation. The light turned into light spots and he pinched the card and turned it over. 0829: "..."

He gave the cards in his hand a death stare.

"Damn it..." He turned his head while running to look at the figure chasing him. The guy was clearly not wearing a uniform he had seen before. How unlucky was he to run into this guy just when he was about to hunt?

There was no sound of footsteps. If he had not relied on his eyes to confirm that the guy had not changed his route, he would have thought that he had left.

However, that figure was clear enough even in the dark.

His hair was a rare color, and it was long enough not to block his view even when it was loose. He used one of his free hands to adjust the hand-carved mask on his face, and his steps were light, not yet to the point where his body felt tired.

"We're about to be caught up!"

The little bit of rationality that was left began to crumble, and it was so broken that it could not form a complete thought. The skin was a dark blue color that was not a good look, and even the nails of all ten fingers were covered in black, with naturally sharp curves, and the length was enough to pierce a person's chest directly if it caught him.

——'It must be a pillar, right?'

The ghost wandered around in a panic, and with his thoughts in a mess, he looked back, only to find that the person who had been chasing him had disappeared behind him at some point.

The fleeing ghost stopped and looked around carefully. After confirming that the ghost hunter had completely disappeared, he put on a sly smile and said, "That little ghost—"

"I'm here."

A faint voice approached from right above his head, and the ghost hunter wearing a fox mask seemed to have dropped from the sky. Before the ghost could react, he didn't even use his form, and the blade was surrounded by a light blue color.

The ghost raised his hand to block the Sun Blade from falling towards his neck, but the next moment his vision was spinning, and he felt his head rolling to the ground, and his body began to turn into ashes from the wound, and floated to the ground with the wind, without the ability to recover.

The ghost vaguely heard the child calling him with a nostalgic tone, and the little figure staggered towards him from the light he last saw. The large robe seemed to be a burden on the child, and the ghost subconsciously became nervous - would she fall?

"Dad." The child finally came to him, his eyes curved, his palm conveyed a long-lost warmth, and his words were still a little stuttering, "Let's go find mom together?"

It turns out that I wanted to protect you.

On the face of the ghost that was about to completely disappear, thick tears rolled down in the shadow of the child.

——'I'm very sorry for breaking my promise.'

He fell down with the Sun Blade, aiming clearly at the demon's neck. However, after chopping off the demon, the blade accidentally hit another sword, causing a clanging sound during the collision.

That face was very familiar to him.

Before he swung his sword with anger, he still saw those calm blue eyes, so vivid that they seemed to have always existed there, and he almost subconsciously uttered a name.

——"Voice and courage?"

The author has something to say: This person is easy to guess, so there is no need to set up a mystery.

It is the Santu from the Giyuu death if line.

In the next chapter, two people who think each other is a ghost in disguise fight each other online.

Let's just guess whether Yiyong can beat him. (Cheerful.jpg)

Yiyong:?

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It’s the same simple, everyday world.

Because the next world will be... Very long (approximately)

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