I am a writer in Tokyo

When Oshima Kazuya went out in the morning, he went to the alley where the man fell down. There was no sign of a drunk person there. Instead, some old people who got up early passed by the broken glass and chattered.

After searching around the alley for a long time and making sure that there was nothing else except broken glass, he walked towards Ju's house.

Yuriko was squatting on the pillars on both sides of the door as usual. When she saw Oshima Kazuya, she called out to him as a greeting.

After Oshima Kazuya pushed the door open, he found Koma squatting on the ground, studying something.

"Editor-in-Chief Kashiwagi has asked me to ask you for an article." Oshima Kazuya went straight to the point. He felt that it was obvious that it was impossible to have a nice conversation with Koma in his current state, and it might even take a lot of time. Instead of pretending to be polite with him, it would be better to have a thorough talk.

This is not because Oshima Kazuya does not know manners, but simply because he cannot understand Koma's main logic at times.

Ju's logic is the same as those guys who fish. No one knows what the next fish will be caught, just as no one knows what Ju's answer will be.

"Okay." Ju agreed quickly, but did not stand up. He still squatted on the ground, staring intently.

"So, what are you looking at?" Oshima Kazuya turned his head and glanced at the ground, and found a group of ants carrying a piece of food scraps.

Just as the ants were about to carry the thing to the door of his house, Ju moved and put the thing back to its original place.

Oshima Kazuya looked as if it was a matter of course. He felt that it would be abnormal if they let them move in like this.

After the two of them squatted for a while, Oshima Kazuya couldn't squat any longer. He was much older than Koma, and he had a lot of health problems, so he felt his joints creaking when he squatted like this.

"So, what is the theme of this commission?" Ju looked at the group of ants carrying things to the cave entrance again. This time he did not choose to destroy the fruits of their labor. He stood up and poured tea for Oshima Kazuya and asked.

"You were not here yesterday, so Editor-in-Chief Kashiwagi went there. He drank and chatted with those guys." Oshima Kazuya gestured to Koma to taste the Daifuku he brought. "He said that these guys grew up in the dark, and they are full of stories, so if you want, you can try to write a story about them."

"A drunkard?"

When Oshima Kazuya heard this exact same term, he was amused. This was almost exactly the same as what the editor-in-chief Kashiwagi said.

"Yes, if you like."

"I did want to write some stories about them before, but I didn't come up with any good ideas." Ju pointed at the ants and said, "When I saw them today, I thought of something."

Oshima Kazuya seemed to be listening attentively.

"Well... maybe drunkards are the same as them. They rely on food, just as drunkards rely on dreams. They are a bit like Shimamura, but not much.

Maybe restraint is a very difficult thing for them, so what they mainly do is indulge themselves. Let all emotions grow wildly. "

Oshima Kazuya nodded. He could understand that feeling. Sometimes the word "straightforward" also has another meaning, which is vulgar.

In the izakaya, they seem to be more willing to speak out their thoughts directly. Fights are relatively rare here, but they are very common in other places.

They started fighting as they drank more, and then more and more people got involved in the fight, and the situation became more and more serious.

In this extremely terrible era, everyone is filled with anger.

Alcohol will infinitely amplify the emotions in your heart until they are completely consumed by the flames.

Oshima did not choose to respond or give any guidance on ideas. He felt that he should listen more.

Many times his ideas are not necessarily correct, or he does not see things deeply enough.

Koma looked at Oshima Kazuya in surprise, who remained silent. He seemed to know the meaning of his action, so he did not dwell on it too much.

Then he thought of something: "I always feel like I'm being watched recently. I always feel like there's someone hanging around me."

"I have an indescribable feeling. I always feel that I have seen that person before, but before I have time to think about him, I can no longer see his shadow."

After hearing what Koma said, Oshima Kazuya remembered the drunk man at the entrance of the alley last night.

"Could it be someone from Bungeishunju?" Ju suddenly asked.

"It shouldn't be, they wouldn't do such a thing." Oshima Kazuya disagreed with this point of view, but he also felt that he had seen that figure somewhere.

"When does he usually show up?"

“It’s uncertain, and it all just passes by in a flash.”

Kazuya Oshima's expression gradually became serious. He felt that there was something wrong here and he felt like he was being targeted.

But as for Ju, the number of his friends can almost be counted on one's fingers. If one wants to find enemies, the first people that come to mind are generally people from Bungeishunju.

However, people in the industry generally do not do such things. Apart from their own moral integrity, if such practices were discovered and reported, their company would go bankrupt immediately.

The two of them thought for a long time but couldn't figure out who it was.

After a while, Koma asked Oshima Kazuya whether he should tell Kashiwagi about this matter. Oshima Kazuya was a little undecided for a moment.

If this matter were to be reported to Kashiwagi, it would probably be quite serious. And at present, only the two of them felt that way. If it was an illusion, this matter might turn into a misunderstanding.

After thinking for a long time, the two finally decided to find evidence and not tell Kashiwagi about this matter for the time being.

The willpower of the autumn sky was not completely strong. After being quickly captured by the night, it began to turn completely dark.

The two men began to walk towards Boss Ito's tavern in the night.

When they were halfway there, Koma's expression changed, and before he could say anything, he saw Oshima Kazuya's face also looking in that direction.

It was a back view, very far away and seemed a little unreal.

But their brains clearly told them that they had seen this person before.

He was wearing a very thick sweater and shorts. The shoes on his feet were not very clear, but you could vaguely tell that they were different.

But when they wanted to take a closer look, the figure quickly disappeared into the distance.

The two looked at each other, made a quick decision, and chased in that direction. (End of this chapter)