Disqualification between tweets

Chapter 105

Bai Lanjiu died at three and a half kilograms.

Osamu Dazai persuaded him for a long time, but Bai Lanjiu, who was lying in the basket, remained motionless.He sighed, turned around regretfully, and said to Tong Mojiu next to him.

"Wang Po, Da Lang is overwhelmed, I can be with Boss Hong now."

Shenwei Jiu stepped on Tong Mojiu with a paw, and smiled coldly.

"Look who I am?"

Dazai Osamu: "..."

Dazai Osamu: "Like Li! Wu Erlang who beat the tiger!"

Sanri Yuejiu and Zunjiu were eating melon seeds next to him. The contemporary young Jiujiu has a lot of drama.

"Hahaha, isn't this very interesting?" Sanming Jiu laughed, "Since Bai Lanjiu has come back, then we can leave this world by bringing back Mujiu, right?"

"Ah."

According to Hong Yanmo's principles, he will not interfere much in the world, not to mention that there is no branch of Yan Moting here.So after collecting all the Jiujiu, Hong Yanmo bid farewell to Peng Gelie in this world, thanked them for their help, and then returned to Yan Moting with Jiujiu, just like every time they go back together.

Only this time, it seemed a little different.

Hong Yanmo found out that Bai Lanjiu was missing the next day. He looked at the cushion covered with cotton candy patterns and didn't speak for a while.Qi Mujiu, who stayed overnight next to him, squatted on his coffee jelly cushion, looking up at Hong Yanmo.

[I didn't tweet out last night, he disappeared suddenly. 】

【Need me to help you find it? 】

Hong Yanmo shook his head, he already had a vague guess in his heart, he just needed to call the bottom of the world and ask.When he was on the phone, Osamu Dazai squatted next to the phone, and when he finished the call, Osamu Dazai squatted on the phone wire to swing.

"Boss, are you sure?"

"Well, it's exactly what Hong thought." He sighed softly, "The chicks will always leave the nest, this is a good thing for Bailan...it means that he no longer thinks about how to rule. The world is gone."

Da Zaijiu, who was swinging on the phone line, saw Hong Yanmo's expression, and suddenly stopped.

"Da Lang went to Chiu to sell cooking cakes?"

Hong Yanmo made him laugh.

The special tweets who came to Yan Moting always have wishes, requests, and regrets, so they became attached to Yan Moting.Hong Yanmo knew from the very beginning that just as these tweets would come suddenly, they would also disappear suddenly one day, and this day has actually come late enough.

"It's a pity that Bai Lanjiu didn't make a farewell meal of roasted marshmallows."

Instead, he fed three and a half kilograms of peaches.

However, Hong Yanmo was not so depressed. He and Bai Lan would still meet one day in the future, because he had promised to open a branch in the other party's world.When he returns from the battlefield at the bottom of the world this time, he will start preparations for the new store, and he will definitely be busy by then.

Speaking of the battlefield at the bottom of the world...

"The scale this time is unprecedented." Ji Guoyuan, who came to Yan Moting to negotiate with Hong Yan Mo, said, the flower earrings around his ears shook slightly, and his expression was a little dignified, "Actually, according to common sense, such a big ghost would want Become the king of ghosts and won't gather together, this time is indeed very abnormal."

Hong Yanmo also seemed very cautious.

"The attack route has been predicted, Chiu?"

"Yes, King Yan Mo is very cautious about this battle, and has already predicted the marching route." Ji Guoyuan unfolded the topographic map of the bottom of the world, "Almost all crusaders will be dispatched at that time, and the two of us... ..."

Hong Yanmo answered.

"Red knows, it's Dao Feng Jiu."

"The idea of ​​the dual swordsmen, and the subsequent running-in, is for this battle." Hong Yanmo closed his eyes slightly, and then opened them, "Hong will not disappoint King Yan Mo's trust. The array on the opposite side is formed by Hong and Yuan." Let's tear Chuu apart together!"

***

Bailan Jesso opened his eyes, and immediately looked around.

In his sleep, he vaguely felt that he was about to leave. Although he knew that this should be inevitable after he gave up his obsession, he still struggled hard, and there were some fluctuations in the middle.Sure enough, when he opened his eyes again, it was not in the Jesso family.

After all, he is the miracle of the sea, the traveler of the parallel world, and now the range of the leap is just a little bit bigger.

There is soft light music playing in the coffee shop, and outside the floor-to-ceiling windows is a fishing tackle shop with all kinds of brightly colored baits hanging outside.He looked at himself reflected in the window, his figure was a little blurry.He doesn't know what kind of world he is in now, but it seems that he can't stay for a long time. He still uses his expertise as much as possible to obtain more information... huh?

Bai Lan suddenly sat up straight.

He watched the young man on the corner of the street gradually approaching, his whole body was wet, as if he had just climbed up from the river.But those iris-colored eyes, curly hair and the bandages wrapped around her body, Bai Lan couldn't be more familiar with it.

Isn't that his plastic sister Osamu Dazai?

He looked at the other party as if floating in the crowd, pale and lack of energy, like a ghost.This is not a momentary depression, but a long-term burnout. The "Osamu Dazai" he met seems to have maintained this state for a long time.

"Have you heard? Akutagawa-sensei's new work..."

"Many recent books from Butei Publishing House are also good...Have you read "Spring and Asura?"

"Suddenly discovered a very interesting thing. You see, Mr. Chuya from Port Mafia Publishing House likes Mr. Kenji very much, and Mr. Dazai from Butei Publishing House admires Mr. Akutagawa very much!"

"What the hell is going on with their cross-publishing mutual admiration hahaha..."

"It's not considered crossing, Mr. Dazai jumped over the slot."

The two women talking with each other gradually moved away, Bai Lan thought about it, and then smiled.When the young man with curly hair and iris eyes passed by outside the French window, he knocked on the French window suddenly.

"Yo, Mr. Dazai." The white-haired young man smiled, "It's as pitiful as a drowned chicken. Did you commit suicide by jumping into the river this time? If you don't mind, would you like to come in and have a cup of coffee to warm yourself up?"

Osamu Dazai looked at him quietly, then smiled suddenly.

"Da Lang, have you finished eating your peaches?"

Bai Lan: "???"

A word of recognition.

Osamu Dazai walked in wet, but he was invited, and the shopkeeper couldn't say anything, he could only watch him sitting on the leather sofa covered in water with his eyes twitching slightly.He unceremoniously ordered the most expensive coffee, and Bai Lan allowed him to order casually, anyway, before the coffee was finished, he should have disappeared from this world.

After taking a few sips of coffee, Osamu Dazai finally breathed a sigh of relief and began to speak.

"I came here from the day Boss Hong left Yan Moting to fight. It looks like you just came here?"

"To be honest, I thought I was dreaming at first, because this world is somewhat related to mine, but completely different." He paused, "But now I'm sure, I'm not dreaming, because I don't dream You are sitting here so relaxed and happy. Even if I dream of you, it must be your bad luck."

Bai Lan's eyelids twitched, and he was about to speak with a sneer, but Osamu Dazai stopped him.

"Your time is limited, let me make a long story short."

"This world, according to my investigation, is a [fragment]." He considered his words carefully, "a very strange, [fragment], where the original underworld and white forces in Yokohama have all become publishing houses and other institutions here. Even I have become quite a famous writer.”

"However, there is nothing outside Yokohama." Osamu Dazai raised his head, his eyes filled with a particularly cold light, "I threw water from the Tsurumi River, turned around and did not leave Yokohama. Later I Trying to cause a car accident while driving, the car can’t go out, and the outside is a cliff that will return to the original point if it falls.”

Bai Lan: "..."

Okay, suicidal temptations, that's pretty domineering.

Osamu Dazai actually had nothing to say.

He felt that this [fragment] was not a good thing, because he had experienced the kind of dreams or scenes that he was a writer.But in those dreams, there was a little jumping linnet, which seemed to symbolize his burning spiritual fire, so such dreams always made him feel relaxed and warm.

But now it was different, he felt a kind of coldness from the surrounding scene.This [fragment] in Yokohama is not very perfect, almost everyone has blurred faces, he has contacted a few old acquaintances, they are all fake, stiff, fake, like...

Osamu Dazai's eyes suddenly fell on the fishing tackle shop opposite.

Like some bright fake bait.

The whole 【Shard】is like a bright fake bait.

"Bai Lan, I still have some conjectures that I can't verify, but I need you to do one thing." Osamu Dazai was not joking at all this time, "No matter what method you use, you can go to hell yourself, you have to take this [fragment] The news of existence is sent back to Yan Moting."

Bai Lan frowned, this is really not an easy matter, and there is no branch of Yan Moting in his world... Wait!

Not in his world, but in the parallel world!

"I see, the news will come in time."

"That's good, after all, I can't leave here easily."

Osamu Dazai looked out of the French windows, and there were customers coming to the door. The owner of the fishing tackle shop hung the bait on the fishing rod, and the bright bait kept shaking.

***

The fierce battle has lasted for seven days.

Even a top swordsman like Hong Yanmo really felt the difficulty. There were too many ghosts, almost endless, and there were still a few shadows of big ghosts floating on the distant horizon.

What are they trying to do?What are they waiting for?Hong Yanmo didn't know.

"The number is starting to decrease, hold on for a while, Hong." Ji Guoyuan flicked off the remaining blood on the Rilun Saber, and under their feet, ghost bones piled up like a mountain.

"Red is fine, Chirp! The pressure here is less, Yuanyi, let's fight those big ghosts!"

The big ghosts on the horizon finally appeared one after another. Their hoarse roars were like some kind of mocking and cynical laughter. Ordinary people who were not exposed to such sounds would fall into madness in just a few seconds.But the two swordsmen running on the battlefield at this time have the most flawless sword hearts.

Ji Guoyuanyi's previous heart knots have been untied, which makes his sword sharper, but he feels that Hong Yanmo's state is not right today. Maybe he is too tired from continuous fighting. Strength and stamina are known.

"Hong, can you still hold on?" Ji Guoyuan couldn't help asking one more question.

"Red is fine!"

Yan Que responded to him loudly, and then, ghost shadows surged, completely submerging them.Hong Yanmo was in the mist, guarding himself with a sword vigilantly, keeping his breathing steady, and waiting for the opponent to make a move.However, the gray-black mist surged, and vague ghost figures flickered around.

[Have you completely become a running dog at the bottom of the world? 】

Hong Yanmo frowned.

"Stop talking nonsense, Chirp! Come out and fight Hong!"

【Sure enough... Sure enough...】

[Once upon a time, you were covered with black feathers, and your eyes were like blood. At that time, you were so powerful, and the way you were selfishly imprisoning the world was really beautiful. 】

Hong Yanmo slowly opened her carmine red pupils.

"What are you talking about... Hong no longer has that part of the memory, the current Hong is the crusader at the bottom of the world! The guardian of the small world!"

【Is that right...they lied to you like this...】

[Then, I hope that after watching this, you can still remain loyal to the bottom of the world. 】

Gui Senran smiled, a ray of light broke in, and the tall buildings and figures inside the world could be vaguely seen from the gap.

[Let's take a good look. 】

【This is the world you wanted to own even if you degenerated into a ghost. 】

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The world of Wen Haozai is a red dream.

A dream that has to be guarded even if it becomes a ghost.