The heroic spirit with bright orange hair was dressed in black and stood in the center of the formation, slowly opening his blue eyes.

Osamu Dazai was a little surprised: "Chuuya?!"

What's going on? How could it be Nakahara Chuuya?!

Dazai Osamu frowned unconsciously when he thought of the information about heroic spirits recorded in the notebook.

Osamu Dazai suddenly felt a burning sensation on the back of his hand. He took his hand out of his pocket, untied some of the bandages on his hand, and found three runes on the back of his hand.

Impossible, disqualification in the human world does not work? No, there is another possibility. Dazai Osamu took a deep look at the heroic spirit in front of him. This is not a supernatural power, but...

The orange-haired and blue-eyed heroic spirit opened his eyes, and his eyes were empty. He turned his neck stiffly, and his movements were as weird as a rusty machine. In the past, Osamu Dazai would have laughed unceremoniously and loudly, but now, he just remained silent.

watching.

The heroic spirit stared at Dazai Osamu with empty eyes, and his voice was slightly hoarse, as if he hadn't spoken for a long time: "Nakahara Chuuya, follow the call, and the contract is established."

Dazai Osamu did not speak, the basement fell into silence, and the wind stopped. Dazai Osamu fiddled with his hair that had just been blown a little tousled, laughed for a long time, put his hands in the pockets of his windbreaker, "Nakahara, Chuuya?"

It was as if he had chewed the name carefully in his mouth and said it in a strange, artificial tone.

"I don't believe it." Dazai Osamu narrowed his eyes, "The people summoned by this weird magic circle, no, maybe, they can't be called human beings anymore, right?"

"This kind of existence cannot be Zhongyuan Zhongye."

The heroic spirit's empty eyes met Dazai Osamu's scrutinizing eyes.

The basement is quiet again.

Wow.

Arasuke read it in his heart.

As expected of you, Zaiji, you are very sharp. But you are wrong about one thing. The summoning array is wrong in the first place. It will not summon anything. You are thinking too much~

However, Tonosuke's reputation is indeed well-deserved. Aren't you, Dazai Osamu, just ready to make a move and have false expectations?

Arasuke, who had started to peek at the screen a long time ago, saw all Dazai Osamu's previous actions, and thought with some evil in his heart, do you want to make your wish come true? Yes~

Just need to pay a little bit, a little price.

Arasuke, wearing the shell of a leader, decided to change the script he had prepared at the beginning. As a screenwriter with first-class service, he must have the awareness to adjust the script anytime and anywhere.

If you want to pursue excitement, then follow through to the end.

This is also one of the few joys in the long time.

Kiyoki Arasuke blinked, like a machine suddenly injecting soul, and a "human" light began to appear in his eyes, and like he had just woken up from a big dream, looking at Osamu Dazai with a somewhat confused look on his face.

Osamu Dazai clenched his hands in his pockets.

"...Dazai?" The heroic spirit who should not exist in this world called the name of the person in front of him in a strange and hesitant tone.

...It was as if the Dazai Osamu in front of him shouldn't have appeared in front of him.

Dazai Osamu smiled and looked at Kiyoki Araki with no warmth in his eyes: "What's wrong?"

The heroic spirit returned to its original expressionless appearance. He landed on the ground, approached Dazai Osamu, and tilted his head to stare at Dazai Osamu. Dazai Osamu did not step back, just stared at him.

After just looking at each other for a while, the heroic spirit seemed to have confirmed something. He suddenly made a fist and swung it at Dazai Osamu. Dazai Osamu took a step back in time to avoid it. Before he could say anything, the next punch hit him directly in the face.

Got it right.

"hiss--"

Osamu Dazai took a breath. This punch was not light. He looked at the heroic spirit in front of him who seemed to have done nothing and said in a bad tone, "Although I really want to embrace death, I also hate pain. May I ask what your intention is for your sudden attack?"

What?!"

The heroic spirit did not answer immediately, but remained silent for a while, and said in a slightly hoarse voice: "No."

"What?"

"There's no reason, it's just that my body moved first."

"It's instinct."

Dazai Osamu was stunned to see that he was confident and confident from the expressionless face of the orange-haired hero.

What instinct? The instinct that is engraved in my bones and wants to beat me up?!

The corners of Dazai Osamu's mouth twitched unconsciously.

Ah, big trouble, definitely big trouble. Osamu Dazai thought expressionlessly.

Arasuke silently gave himself a thumbs up in his mind: Well done, Arasuke! What a great instinct! It’s engraved into your instincts! How touching!

Arasuke was so moved by himself that he decided to move himself even more.

"Dazai, how is life in hell?" The heroic spirit's blue eyes had a human light again. He looked at Dazai Osamu and asked in a calm tone, as if asking what to eat for dinner today.

Dazai Osamu covered his beaten face, "Not bad, there are many beautiful women in hell~"

Arasuke straightened the red scarf hanging around his neck, "If hell is so good, why come back to the human world?"

He didn't wait for Osamu Dazai to reply and continued talking on his own: "Is it because of Oda Sakunosuke?"

Dazai Osamu looked at the heroic spirit in front of him with unclear eyes. In terms of appearance and voice, he was almost exactly the same as Nakahara Chuuya. The difference was in temperament. The tone of a person who looked slightly dead and always in a superior position could make people recognize him at a glance.

See the difference between them.

"Chuuya," Dazai Osamu called out, "you seem to have misunderstood. You are the one who should be in hell now."

"Am I right? The dead leader of the Port Mafia, Nakahara Chuuya, was bound by a small summoning circle and had to wake up from his eternal sleep?"

"No, in fact it's even more pitiful than this. Your consciousness has been suppressed and you act by instinct and contract. You are a beast that doesn't understand anything at all."

Wow, you are great.

Arasuke thought with some surprise in his heart, he actually automatically added a character to me, what a good person!

Such a good man must fulfill his wishes!

The orange-haired heroic spirit seemed not to have listened to what Osamu Dazai was saying, or perhaps he didn't care at all, "Oda Sakunosuke knew you were dead and came here to ask me where you were buried."

He raised his eyes to look at Osamu Dazai, and finally made an expression, an expression that belonged to a superior person, the expression that Osamu Dazai hated the most - a fake smile.

"I told him that Osamu Dazai did not have a tomb and that I had scattered his ashes into the sea. He seemed a little disappointed."

"As you might expect, Oda Sanosuke is still alive and has become a quite famous writer."

"Now you know what you want to know, so hurry up and get out of my dream. After finally sleeping, the dream still smells like fish. It's really disgusting."

The heroic spirit showed a disgusted expression, as if he was about to vomit in the next second.

Dazai Osamu untied all the bandages on his hands, and faced the side with the runes towards Kiyuki Arasuke: "Chuuya, it's not fun to deceive yourself. You know your dreams best. Do you still remember the memory when you died?

Yeah."
Chapter completed!