disqualified hero

[Respectfully, Mr. O:

Sometimes, I feel that life is wonderful, and everything has its own laws of operation.

Why?It’s really hard to answer why I said that. I just lamented some of my own experiences. Life is like a circle. You can call it a Mobius ring, Yemengarde, or the snake of the world. You can't see the beginning and the end, but no matter how you go in the middle, everything leads to the same goal.

Let’s use an analogy, just an analogy, don’t think too much about it, there is a child who lived in a strange family since he was a child, his father loved his mother so much that he went crazy, and his mother didn’t know whether to say that he hated him, but his father treated him A little bit of love, but it is based on the premise that "children are born of mothers".

What happened to the family?Anyway, the mother died, and the father died too, and the father was killed by the child himself.

Are you asking me?Maybe, that's my story from another world.

But in another world, my life is not like that. My mother loves him very much, my father pays close attention to him, my father hates my mother, and my mother also hates my father, but their love or concern for their children is indeed unreserved ground, higher than one's own life.

To be honest, I think this situation is very ironic. You may not understand my point of irony, but the two families are really extremely similar and extremely reversed. Quaint Japanese room.

However, just like that, a child who lives under love and hate grows up to look somewhat similar. In his life, some things remain the same, such as misfortune and darkness. Will suffer so many bad things, so I have to think, is "he" destined to face more than ordinary people's tribulations from birth?

I am sitting on a bench in the park now. After a few spring rains, the sky suddenly warms up. The cherry blossoms in Honshu Island are blooming. There is a cluster of flowers on my head. The spring breeze blows, caressing three or two petals, and there is a flower Fall on the notebook.The petals are light pink, beautiful and full of life.Because I hold a pen in my right hand, I can only pick up the flower with my left hand. The stamen is bright yellow. According to the botanical gender classification, this should be a male flower. Looking at the flower in front of me, I feel that life is very difficult. OK

Please forgive my distraction, and return to the question just now, assuming that a child is destined to suffer much more than others when he is born, then when the gods and Buddhas created him, they should also have endowed him with a firm heart capable of enduring suffering , And light a few bright lights in the dark life, so that he can walk alone in the starless night.

"In order to see the same beautiful cherry blossoms in the next spring, I decided to work harder to live until next year." When I crossed the hardships, that's what I thought about.

"I" can overcome misfortune, that's all I think when I see him.

Nonsense from your unfaithful Mr. D. ]

……

Fukuzawa Yukichi actually likes children very much. Because of this, he would frown when he saw Shuji Tsushima.

At such a young age, there is no light in his eyes, and he does not look like a living person.

"Huh?" The child wandered beside him with a curious look on his face, "Are you the bodyguard my father found?" He circled Fukuzawa Yukichi twice, as if he was looking at the cherished animals, but the eyes reflected Emotions are far from the joy he showed.

"Yes."

"Are you a samurai?"

"No." Fukuzawa Yukichi's sword was pinned to his waist.

"Is that a swordsman?"

"..."

"Don't be so silent, I'm just chatting casually." Shuji Tsushima said softly. He had a lot of thoughts in his mind, but he wouldn't let Fukuzawa Yukichi know: [Since it was the man who found it, eight out of ten Ninth is the swordsman of the government. He once heard that there are a group of outstanding assassins in the government, and the most famous person among them is called "Silver Wolf"] These are all he overheard while chatting with others at Tsushima Haraemon of.

[If it is called a silver wolf, there should be some characteristics associated with it. Silver probably refers to hair color, and wolf means aloof and arrogant personality. Both of these points are hit. ]

[Letting the number one assassin swordsman come here requires a lot of human kindness. It can also be seen from the side that the current situation is no longer within his control. If the murderer can kill at home, he must be hiding among the servants. So far he has no clue about the real identity of the murderer, and then, in order to protect me—] Thinking of this, he paused, a mocking smile flickered from the corner of his mouth, [In order to protect me, I had to spend a lot of money to find Appropriate bodyguard. ]

In just a few breaths, he deduced everything about the current situation.

"Then, what should I call you?" he said to Fukuzawa Yukichi.

"Just call me Silver Wolf."

"Mr. Silver Wolf." Shuji Tsushima approached Fukuzawa Yukichi, "Do you also have supernatural powers?"

Fukuzawa Yukichi stood firmly, like a stubborn rock, stuck in the mud: "Why do you ask that?"

"It's just a child's curiosity." Shuji Tsushima said, "Excellent people will have supernatural powers. This conclusion does exist in certain groups of society. Mr. Silver Wolf, isn't your profession very special, with a powerful aggressive personality? With different abilities, work will be more comfortable, right?"

Fukuzawa Yukichi is not good at lying, let alone weaving lies. He said: "I have supernatural powers, but I am not the one you said." He said, "Eating is tasteless, and it is a pity to discard it. , is the type that can only be used on others." It is inconvenient to say more about the specific content.

After answering, Fukuzawa Yukichi remembered the previous conversation with Tsushima Haraemon. In just a few sentences, he could already feel the man's morbid obsession with supernatural powers.

There are always people like this. Fukuzawa Yukichi is only 30 years old, but he has met many people. People with supernatural powers resent their differences, and ordinary people yearn for supernatural powers crazily.What is not available is the best. From this point of view, both ideas can be understood.

He opened his mouth to ask, probably because of his serious appearance, and his voice also became serious: "Do you want supernatural powers?" It seemed that the dean was admonishing the students, and Fukuzawa Yukichi spoke like this, and he couldn't change it.

"No." Shuji Tsushima straightened his face. His eyes were a bit strange. With Fukuzawa Yukichi's not superficial literary accomplishment, he couldn't find a suitable adjective. The more similar ones are children's stick figures, some The child draws circles continuously from the outside to the inside with a black pen, and finally paints black holes, eyeballs connected by curves, just like the girl in the rain, which will arouse people's most primitive sense of fear.

"Just thinking about it (the power) makes me sick to the point of vomiting."

……

The three days after Fukuzawa Yukichi came were very peaceful.

If anything happened at home, at best, Ah was seriously ill. The temperature fluctuates in spring, and she occasionally catches a cold. She thought she would recover after taking two cold medicines, but unexpectedly she fell ill in bed.

Shuji Tsushima visited her twice. The cold virus was so fierce that the woman's beautiful face was flushed red. She had an antipyretic patch on her forehead, and her petite body was tightly covered by the bedding.

"Get out quickly." Seeing Shuji Tsushima, she only said this sentence, "Stay away from me these two days, colds are contagious." No mother in the world would think about it when she got a viral cold. Get in touch with your child.

Shuji Tsushima knelt on the edge of the bed, his eyelashes were very long, and when he looked down, his dense and long eyelashes looked like a feather fan: "Why did you catch a cold?" He seemed to say casually, "It's not very cold, stay here I don’t even have a chance to blow a hair dryer at home, and I’ve never seen Ah Chong catch a cold before.” It is said that she often bathes in cold water, and even though she is a woman, her body is very strong.

"It's probably due to the decline in resistance." Ah Chong didn't think there was anything wrong with Xiuzhi's words, "There are so many reasons for people to catch a cold."

[Has the resistance decreased...]

Shuji Tsushima blinked again, but said nothing.

Fukuzawa Yukichi did not enter the room. He is actually not a very old-fashioned person, but deep in the old house with strict rules, he will also keep in mind to stay away from the women's boudoir. The swordsman has a keen sense of hearing. He ensures that only the sickly Ah Chong and Shuji Tsushima, let him go in.

After a few minutes, Shuji Tsushima came out. Just by looking at his face, no one could guess what the child was thinking. He led the way, and Fukuzawa Yujimo followed behind without doing anything. When he passed through the yard, he met two other children. people.

It was rare for Keiko not to wear the kimono worn by servants. She wore a black dress that wrapped the torso of Miaoman, a young woman. Her complexion was not good, but her steps were steady. She walked forward step by step, heavier than mountains.Behind her was a woman who was also wearing a black dress. She was shorter than Keiko, probably less than 1.5 meters. Shuji Tsushima took a few extra glances at her because she was a face she had never seen before.

She is a beautiful lady, the years have only left traces in the corners of her eyes, her skin is already white, but due to too much sadness in the past few days, her whites have become paler, her walking posture is as precarious as a willow branch, and people will fall when the wind blows up.

Keiko grew up overnight. It's not about her face, but about her temperament. When she saw Shuji Tsushima, she stopped and bowed her head to greet her with a perfectly qualified gesture: "Young master."

"Keiko." Shuji Tsushima nodded, "Who is this lady?"

"It's my mother." She introduced generously, "I heard that Mrs. Jingshui didn't want to bring back her father's body, so my mother suggested that we should let us take care of the funeral. No matter how bad it is, she also hopes to meet my father for the last time." She said Said, "I have asked the master for instructions, and the master is kind and agreed that I will bring my mother." She said, "I just came out from my wife and was about to go to my father."

The wife is talking about Tsujima Shuji's mother. Their family has strict rules and regulations. There is a tradition that the master meets outsiders and the hostess meets the female relatives. Although the rules have been simplified a lot due to the hostess' health, Keiko's mother's status is too low. I'm going to visit her.

As for Mrs. Jingshui, she is Professor Shanren's original partner. The two have been in harmony for a long time. Before the death of Professor Shanren, the relationship has dropped to a freezing point. I heard that this former lady from the Wu family also has her own small family outside. Of course, I don't want to spoil the old man. remains.

Keiko knew that Shuji Tsushima had a good relationship with his wife, so she said, "Today, my wife is in good health and can be supported to walk around. When we went, she was sitting on the veranda basking in the sun."

"I see." Shuji Tsushima rolled his eyes, "Thank you, Keiko." He said meaningfully, "Hurry up to see Professor Zenjin, or it will be too late."

Keiko's heart skipped a beat. She didn't quite understand Tsushima Shuji's meaning, but she also had a bad premonition. After a hasty nod, she took her mother to the backyard. Professor Shanren was placed in the back mountain, where Tsushima The place where the family's coffins have stayed for generations, the ice house was ordered from the funeral home a few days ago. Tsushima Haraemon did not allow anyone to take his body away, and it happened that Mrs. Shizumi didn't come to pick it up either.

When the mother and son really arrived, they happened to see that people from the funeral industry had already loaded the ice house onto a truck, ready to transport it to the cremation place, and the back door of the big truck had been locked.

"Wait!" Keiko stretched out his hand in vain.

"wait!"

……

"That's it." Keiko looked at the man opposite with a cold face. Her coldness didn't know who she was referring to. It might only be aimed at Professor Shanren's incident. "She said she agreed to let us meet for the last time, but it still didn't When I saw him, I went back to welcome him, but there was only one jar of ashes, and my mother didn’t even see him for the last time, so she cried so hard that she almost lost her breath, and two days after returning home, she fell ill in bed due to excessive grief.”

She suspected that the man on the other side was not listening carefully, but continued: "There must be something wrong with this matter. I can understand that people who die at home are not allowed to report the crime. Jin Dao is covering the sky with one hand around here. He does not allow the police to even know that there is a murder." I can't come to investigate the case, but I am very puzzled to dispose of his body so quickly." She said, "It's like something happened to the body, and the body needs to be destroyed."

The young man sitting across from her was really not serious. He ordered a cold drink and was picking up the cherries at the peak with a small spoon.

"Are you listening?" Keiko's voice raised two degrees, the young man seemed to be startled, and his waist straightened suddenly.But his expression is a bit strange, Keiko thinks he should have a friendly smile on his face, but the end of his right eye is pressed down, his eyebrows are not on the same straight line, and there is an extra smile The subtle meaning of non-smile.

"Of course I'm listening. How can I not listen to the words of the lovely lady?" Osamu Dazai said, "However, is the above mentioned your inference, miss? Or do you have concrete evidence?"

"Most of it is a woman's sixth sense." She also admitted bluntly, "but there is a little bit of it." She narrowed her eyes, as if recalling the scene at that time. The first person to discover the scene of Professor Ren's death opened the door and saw his father's head and body, as well as the blood of Datan. I'm afraid this memory will never be forgotten in his lifetime.

"There is a problem with the bloodstains." These days, she played back the scene in her mind countless times. After thinking about it, she was able to deal with it calmly, and even analyzed the unusual things in it. "Our country is bad." She secretly I’ve been there a lot, and I’ll just talk about the most important ones. “At that time, in order to stand out among the sisters, I spent a lot of time researching knives, such as the incision of the knife, the direction of the plane, the way of using the butterfly knife, and these unpopular skills.” She said. , "If a knife is pushed into a person's neck from the side, blood will be sprayed out due to the incision of the carotid artery. The person standing in the direction of the blood spraying at that time will block part of the blood."

"The rest of the blood was spilled on the ground, and the bottom was sprayed, but the upper part was covered and could not be sprayed on the ground."

Osamu Dazai has a strong association ability, he has already extracted elements from the other party's inelegant language, and pieced together the truth in his mind. He nodded and said, "I see." He said, "So you think that the person holding the knife has question."

Keiko hesitated and said: "It can be said that, I think it may also be supernatural powers." Supernatural powers are really strange, and any unexplained unsolved cases in modern society will always be attributed to supernatural powers.

"Besides, after I left the day before yesterday, I heard that another person died in the mansion." Keiko said, "I don't know the exact situation."

Dazai: "Uh-"

"Are you listening?" Keiko couldn't help interrupting.

"Of course I'm here." Dazai said so, but he inserted a thin spoon into Buffy and stirred it up. He didn't turn his eyes much, as if he really didn't want to think.

Keiko tightened her skirt with her fingers, and she was really angry: "I came to you because I heard that you are an independent detective, saying that you specialize in solving problems that the police can't solve, and you are usually active in Tokyo..." Speaking of this Her eyes became wary again, "How can such a small place like Aomori accommodate you?" ]

Dazai knew what she was thinking without raising his head. After he finished his thinking, he finally thought of a reasonable way to divide up Buffy: "It's not that I can't bear it, it's just that something happened to come back." He seemed a little distressed, "said The activity is in Tokyo, but my ancestral home is in Tsugaru, but I just went to a big city after studying, how could I know that I would come across such an interesting commission once in a while when I go home.”

"How about this." He straightened his legs under the table, staggered up and down like a fish's tail, and slapped the ground. This is really a child's gesture. Just collect the deposit, wait until you find the 'real murderer', then you can watch."

"Huh?" Now Keiko felt that he was the real thing again. If he was a scammer, how could he be so easy to talk to?

The two of them discussed the details for a while, but Keiko remembered so many things, Dazai remembered everything after hearing it twice, and the young woman had already said what she wanted to entrust, but she didn't know that she was harboring distrust of independent detectives , still don't know why, staring at Osamu Dazai with suspicious eyes, just unwilling to leave.

By the end, the cup of Buffy was gone.

"Before I came in, was Mr. Dazai writing something?" She said suddenly.

"Ah, I'm writing a letter." Dazai Osamu's voice was light and ethereal, but it could pass through the ear canal and stay in people's hearts. "It's a cute little pen pal who has never masked."

"Huh?" Ms. Keiko really didn't think of this answer. In her opinion, Dazai really doesn't seem like a person who can communicate with pen pals. After all, in this era, there are very few people who insist on writing letters.

"It's very interesting." He smiled, with a sense of coaxing in his words, "I always think that no matter how advanced the machine is, the most authentic and ancient mood is recorded in words." Every word he said They all seem to be hiding some kind of deep meaning, "Look, Keiko-chan, if you use your mouth, whether it is I love you or I hate you, it is too difficult for the Japanese to say, but words, written in girls Isn't it easy to write in your secret diary?"

[Hey, how did this topic get sidetracked? ] Keiko was a little confused, but still nodded.

"My situation is similar." He said, "Tell me your thoughts with people who have never met, and will probably not meet in the future. Those thoughts that you don't want to be known by people around you, because it is irrelevant. People, it becomes very easy." Dazai said, "This is human nature, for example, if you have something you don't want to do, but you have to do it, in the case of subordinates, not all Did you push it to someone who has nothing to do with it?"

Keiko nodded again.

"Look." Dazai spread his hands, "Everything in this world is basically the same."

Keiko felt that she understood something, but when she recalled carefully, she felt that she didn't understand anything.

Dazai, she felt, was just like what he said, full of mysteries.

……

"Another person died."

After pushing open the door for a while, Fukuzawa Yukichi heard people talking.

He has the habit of exercising in the morning, and gets up on time at [-]:[-] every morning. No matter who looks at it, it is quite a routine, but in this house, there are always some elderly women who suffer from insomnia at night and wake up earlier than him .

He got up at less than [-]:[-] today, because the scream that pierced the night made him feel bad.

Shuji Tsushima suddenly opened his eyes, he poked his head out of the thick quilt and said, "Someone died again." He said in a declarative tone, looking back calmly when Fukuzawa Yukichi looked over, "Last time someone died." That's what they call when they die."

Shuji Tsushima was right. A few minutes later, a servant girl came. Seeing Fukuzawa Yukichi and Shuji Tsushima obediently staying in the house, she was relieved: "There are a few things at home." She tried her best to Said in a relaxed tone, but the cold sweat like a gurgling stream betrayed her, "The master asked the young master to wait here."

Before he could speak, Tsushima Shuji got short and got out from the gap between the maid and the door. He said, "I'm going to take a look." He ran away without looking back, and Fukuzawa Yukichi didn't stop , but wherever Shuji Tsushima ran, he followed.

……

Tsushima Haraemon's complexion was very bad. It was his mentor who died last time, but this time he became his confidant. The old butler who brought him up died in his own room. He died in his sleep In the middle, but the death is miserable, and the head is flying around.

When Shuji Tsushima arrived at the scene, he didn't even pay attention to Haraemon's ashen face, and he didn't want to pay attention, even though his father in name was more dead than dead.

"What are you doing here?" He yelled loudly, "Mr. Silver Wolf, Mr. Silver Wolf take him away."

Shuji Tsushima didn't speak, he just looked at the quiet face of the housekeeper's grandfather, expressionless.

He is a little sad.

"Master Xiuzhi, look what I got? Do you like this brand of crab sticks?"

"Don't tell the master, this is our secret."

"The little crabs in Mutsu Bay can't be eaten yet, but they can be kept. Can you play with them?"

All good memories.

There was neither happiness nor sadness on his face.

[I also want to eat crab sticks with him. ]

[Why did people die? ]

[Because of me? ]

He suddenly asked: "A Chong? Where is Ah Chong?"

"Ah Zhong is still on the hospital bed." Haraemon said with a serious face, "She was fine all night."

……

Everyone in the world loves to say that being close to home is timid, but Dazai doesn't think so.

He looked at the quaint house number hanging at the door, and it is said that "Jindao" was written twice by everyone.He suppressed it for a long time before he let himself show the sarcastic smile he often made in his youth.

Osamu Dazai didn't like this family very much. If he had to choose, he would rather go to see Miss Ji.

[Exquisite women like enamel porcelain are rare in this world. ] Thinking this way, he quickly slipped away from the gate, climbed over the wall through the corner gate, and entered the mansion.Osamu Dazai is not ready to meet Tsushima Haraemon yet, what's so interesting about a man.

But women are different.

"frame--"

"frame--"

Knuckles knocked on the wooden door frame, and the whole door shook, and a weak "who" came from inside the door. Anyone who heard it would think that this person is lingering on the bed, and his life will not be long.

Dazai squinted his eyes, he suddenly felt that he was playing an interesting game, just like the young master Guanghua in the Heian capital of the millennium put on the moon to put his favorite woman.

Even if he is not visiting your daughter, but...

"Greetings from Jiu Shu, Miss Lonely." With a smile on his lips, he put on the most respectful gesture through the door, even bent down and bowed slightly, doing a full set of etiquette in a no-man's land, he said, "You can still see me ?"