disqualified hero

"Let's talk about it." Osamu Dazai's expression didn't change much. He seemed not interested in what Tanada was about to say, but he had a tolerant attitude of "it's okay to listen to it." Shuji Tsushima quietly pricked his ears up. Get up, as if waiting to hear.

Shuji Tsushima is curious about the living conditions of the new guardian.

[He is like a literary youth who has nothing to do after graduating from college. ] After half a month of observation, he came to the conclusion that [there are almost no traces of family members, there is no stove on the stove, only dishes and microwave ovens are in use, and there is a refrigerator in addition, he doesn’t even bother to make a bowl for himself noodle. ] The kitchen was terribly empty. As for the dining room where the dining table should have been, it was opened up and connected with the living room, making it a bit empty.

There is a tea table and a row of long sofas in the living room, which are simply promotional products given by the furniture company during the discount season.

[In comparison...] When Shuji Tsushima first arrived, his eyes were glued to the heavy coffee table and the single sofa on the right.The taste of the two items was quite different from the other facilities in the room. Dazai Osamu noticed his gaze and said lightly, "Ah, those are housewarming gifts from others."

The coffee table was given by Teacher Natsume. It is said that it was built by a certain master. Eight generations of the family have been in charge of making cabinets. Earlier, they served the generals. Later, they were Chinese. This master craftsman even has the habit of an artist. Engraving on the back of the furniture, Shuji Tsushima climbed into the inner layer of the coffee table when there was no one at home, and saw the words "Shanshui heavy 54", which is the author's name.

There was a bottle of humanoid doll on the coffee table, its eyes were staring straight at the person, it was horrifying.

As for the low sofa, it is Westernized. The metal balls in front of the armrests are smooth and round, and the backrest is covered with embroidered cloth. The embroidery is excellent, but everything looks too old, almost antique.

"It might be a product of the Victorian era." Dazai said, "Anyway, it was a gift from someone else, so don't mind too much." His expression was a little subtle, "Anyway, because the small Victorian dresses are the most complicated, with enough lace And ribbons, he has a different enthusiasm for other items of the era." Dazai muttered to himself again, "From this perspective, just thinking about the aesthetic taste he had in choosing sofas, I don’t even feel like sitting down.”

In short, his fairly spacious living room is filled with household items from different countries and styles, as well as some oriental landscape paintings, martial arts and swords made by famous masters, outdated teddy dolls, Russian eggs, etc. Shuji Tsushima thought about the decorations he bought on his own initiative, and he could only come to the conclusion that [his friends have different personalities and have a lot of money], no matter how many there are, he doesn't know.

[He is deliberately obliterating his own existence. ] Shuji Tsushima thought, [Otherwise, how could there be no trace of the owner in the room? ]

Looking at the work again, it seems a little confusing.

"Work?" Osamu Dazai raised his head, and the back of his neck was pressed against the top of the recliner chair. He leaned his head back, stretched his body, and put a pen in the hollow between his nose and lips. It was just the most common signature pen. Renzhongchu struggled to keep his balance, wobbling and trembling.

"Well, if I really want to say it, I have actually done a lot of jobs." He said, "For example, a hero who saved the world, a famous detective who assisted the police, and a writer who caused a sensation in the literary world. It’s impossible to say which one is in charge.”

When ordinary people hear Osamu Dazai's words, they will feel that he is fantasizing and telling lies, but for some reason, Shuji Tsushima vaguely feels that he is not telling lies only in this matter.

"But when it comes to this issue, someone told me that only the work that I like and want to do actively is called work." He always answered like this, and he turned to another topic after answering.

"From this point of view, I don't seem to have much work anymore. At most, I just call myself a Bachelor of Arts and write vulgar words in my spare time." He spread his hands, but only looked directly at the child, "After all, I Almost no work is done based on my own will," he said troubledly, "I am trying to live by my own will and do what I want to do, but it is really difficult to achieve it." Shuji Tsushima I feel that these words may be him muttering to himself, and it seems that he is talking to himself, so that he will not make the same mistakes again.

[is it possible? ] Thinking about it, malice is also pervasive in his heart, [Does he think that I have the same name as him, and I must be the exact same person, he is him and I am me, if he thinks that we will become exactly the same, Just too arrogant. ] He thought so, and also bent his eyes into crescent moons, "Why did Mr. Yandao tell me this?" He said, "Is it to prevent me from repeating the same mistakes and becoming the same person as you? If that is the case, it would be too arrogant. But if you didn’t have these thoughts in your mind, why would you say it?” He simply called Mr. Osamu Dazai Yandao, which was the name the other party told him.

"Yeah, why did you say that?" He seemed not aware of the swords and swords in Shuji Tsushima's words, and said in an illusory tone that made the child unhappy, "Maybe it's really like what you said, I just don't want you Be like me."

……

one two three four five six.

Six photos lined up in front of Osamu Dazai, each of which was a military policeman in his prime.

Zhongtian said: "From about a year ago, members of the military and police have been missing one after another. Personal animosity, post-war trauma, etc., any one of them can easily lead to disappearance."

"But they are not the same." Zhongtian said, "They are all subordinates I am optimistic about, with outstanding abilities and firm hearts, and most importantly..."

"The most important thing is to have supernatural powers." Dazai answered politely.

"Yes, that's right."

Dazai asked, "What is the commonality of their disappearance?"

"No."

"No?"

"It's just not." Zhong Tian said helplessly, "Not even a trace was left. Considering their supernatural powers, even if the opponent is a supernatural power user, there is still room for a fight. It is impossible to leave no sound, but this It just happened, none of their friends, colleagues, neighbors found anything wrong, and there was nothing unusual in the last scene captured by the city cameras, but they just disappeared suddenly. If I really want to say, it's like He was "hidden by the gods"." Taneda is quite fond of traditional Japanese literature. It is said that he used to be a poet for a while, and published three or two scattered articles in newspapers. In order to explore the true meaning of the world, he was a poet when he was young. The monks, with their shiny bald heads now, are relics of their monastic life.

It is not surprising that he said the word "Shen Yin".

"That is to say, the case is still at a loss so far?" Osamu Dazai said.

"It can be said like this." Zhong Tian said, "At the beginning, the investigation was entrusted to ordinary police detectives, but there is no result until today. After reorganizing the case some time ago, it was found that some supernatural beings were involved, so it has to be removed from ordinary cases. Out."

Dazai did not accept this explanation easily, he put his right index finger on his lips little by little: "Why don't you try to find my junior?" His tone was relaxed, contrary to the secrecy of the content, "It is Ayatsuji Kinto-kun Ah, I heard that he helped you solve a lot of problems."

Ayatsuji Xingren is Dazai’s junior in the club. They are from different schools, one is Tokyo University and the other is Beijing University. However, the literary clubs of these two schools are equally famous. The reasoning literature club is included in the literary club. When they were students, they used to There was an event where students from the two schools were brought together, and they took this opportunity to get to know each other.

"Forgive me." Taneda showed a rather headache expression, "Since you know, you should understand why he can't come." He said, "Ayatsuji-kun's ability caused a lot of trouble, and I am reflecting on it. Expect."

and……

[It was originally Ayatsuji-kun's proposal to find Dazai to resolve this matter. ]

[Although it is, it was proposed a long, long time ago. ]

……

"Hmm." Ayatsuji pedestrian took off the hunting cap he often wore. He was deeply influenced by Mr. Conan Doyle, who is also a great detective and a powerful person with supernatural powers. He has volunteered to be a detective since he was a student. It seems that he has been inseparable from Holmes' hat since he entered school.

When Tanada visited him, he was making puppets.

This is a hobby of Ayatsuji Hiroto. He has a basement where he collects puppets collected from all over the world. Among them, there are many Japanese dolls, and some are made by himself. A few months ago, he visited the dolls of Ningyo Joruri The craftsman further deepened the skill of making dolls and began to carve new works.

He dropped out of school on the eve of graduation, and then disappeared for a while. When Dazai heard about him again, Ayatsuji pedestrian was already a real detective, but for some reason, there were always strange remarks accompanying him, for example, as long as he was caught by him The murderer caught will die unexpectedly.

Geng Tian went straight in and sat in the guest's seat. He had explained several times to the young man in front of him, and he knew that the other party would not entertain him. He just needed to find a place to sit down and explain his intentions. coffee machines to brew yourself and each other a cup of coffee.

Taneda parted his lips, and Ayatsuji Xingren spoke. He just glanced at the elder and said in a casual tone: "Is it because of me that I quarreled with my peers?" He even said his reasoning process Come out, "every week Mr. Zhongtian will come to see me after the routine meeting. Because it is a routine meeting, the time is fixed to leave at 45:10 and arrive here around [-]:[-]. Now it is Ten forty-five, three and ten minutes later than usual, tea and coffee are provided at the meeting, and the person sitting next to you has a quarrel with you after drinking coffee, because they are too excited to talk and spit all over the place. Sprinkle it on your neckline and leave a stain."

Gengtian subconsciously glanced at his collar, there was really a small brown spot.

"Mr. Zhongtian was also very excited. During the quarrel, he clapped his hands on the table. There was an ashtray on the table. The cigarette stains were not cleaned up enough after using it before. A small piece of it was spilled on the carpet. Your feet unconsciously stepped on the ash, so The sides of the shoes are evenly stained with ash." He said in a lack of interest, "Finally, it must be related to me to make you come to me immediately after the quarrel, so you finally made up your mind to execute me? If one day I If the reasoning goes wrong."

He was so calm that he didn't seem to be talking about his own death: "Considering that my supernatural power is 'absolutely causing the accidental death of criminals whose crimes have been exposed', countless people are bound to die when using this supernatural power, and the reasoning ability is still there. The current government will still be on the sidelines because of concerns about my reasoning ability, but once the reasoning fails, there is no reason to pay for my supernatural ability, and it will cost countless manpower and material resources to deal with the death scene." He is sculpting the outline of a humanoid face, "Dazai rule."

"What?" Zhong Tian didn't even keep up with his thinking speed.

"I mean, if something goes wrong with me and I can't reason, I can go to someone called Osamu Dazai." He said, "He's a senior from my college days, a pretty..." He couldn't find a suitable one either. Adjective, "a pretty all-around person."

[universal? ] Gengtian was very surprised, he never expected that these two words would come out of the other party's mouth, he had not seen many geniuses in his life, but Ayatsuji was on the list of pedestrians.

"Anyway, that's the kind of person." Ayatsuji even stopped the work in his hands, and devoted himself to thinking, "It seems that you can do everything, but it seems that you can't do anything. If you can't find someone to help Yes, you can go to him." He said, "Senior Dazai has been doing nothing, and it would be a good thing to find something for him to do." He said, "That man is too smart, full of strange ideas."

Chang Tian looked thoughtful.

"What?" Ayatsuji asked.

"No." Taneda sighed a little, "I just didn't expect that Ayatsuji-kun would say that." He pondered for a second before adding the hypocrisy of an adult in his wording, but said, "Because you are also very smart." people."

"Hmm." He put on a thoughtful posture again, "In terms of reasoning ability, I should be one of the best, but overall, maybe Dazai-senpai is smarter than me."

[...]

"It's that expression again." Ayatsuji pedestrian said, "In short, you know what I mean when you see him."

……

Afterwards, Taneda and Dazai did have an intersection. The senior recommended by Ayatsuji's pedestrians helped Nangtian solve several major and minor matters. Now that Ayatsuji is not free, the case fell on Dazai.

"I agree." He said, shaking his legs. Dazai's legs are very long, and his feet should be firmly on the ground, but he would straighten his legs and shake them up and down slightly. Me." He said, "So, Mr. Taneda, how much help can you give me? Supporting staff or a database that can be used?"

"Are there any support staff?" He pondered for a moment and wrote down two phone numbers for Dazai, "If you need to collect any information, you can call the first call, and for fire support, call the second call."

Dazai put the paper into his pocket obediently.

Before leaving, Taneda said: "Recently, I'm thinking about the prototype of an organization." He said, "It's an organization with many supernatural beings. Do you want to join Dazai-kun?" He didn't speak clearly, Dazai But I have already understood the general idea, including the structure and functions of the organization.

"Let's talk." He just responded vaguely.

"Then, let's take my leave first." Taneda said, "Looking forward to the good news from Dazai-kun." He picked up the top hat lying flat on the coffee table with one hand, covered his head, and at the same time kindly greeted Tsushima beside Dazai Xiuzhi nodded, not caring about what he said just now, "When Tsushima-san grows up, if you are interested in my organization, you can come to me." Shuji Tsushima became an adult.

Tsushima Shuji just smiled, didn't speak, the smile didn't reach his eyes, and after the door closed, Dazai asked, "Why, are you unhappy again?"

"Is it obvious?"

"It is clear."

So Shuji Tsushima stopped smiling, his eyes tilted down slightly, his mouth was pursed, his displeasure could be seen from his face, and he said, "Am I similar to you?"

"It's exactly the same." Osamu Dazai said boldly, "When we go out together, everyone will think that we are father and son, even if I can't give birth to a son as old as you."

"So, the gentleman just now, let's call it a field, what he saw was not me at all, but you, and what he invited was not my ability, but your ability." Shuji Tsushima sneered, " The same is true for that man, I simply exist as your substitute." There was no light in his eyes, it was so empty that it made people feel terrible, and you would doubt whether he really existed when you looked at his eyes of.

but……

"Shuji-kun." Osamu Dazai squatted down, "You know that in the Middle Ages, no, not only the Middle Ages, even in the Edo period, Japanese children belonged to their parents' private property." He didn't care about Shuji Tsushima's eyes For him, the darkness is too simple. He has experienced more and is more mature, so he can face him with a more peaceful attitude, "Because it is the private property of his parents, he will not be called when he goes out It's Lord So-and-so, but the second son of the Banner Samurai family, the eldest son of Ping Shiro."

"As for the wife, it's even worse. There won't be a word left in the history books. If a child wants to get rid of the status of an accessory, he can only rely on his own efforts to become a person surpassing his parents' generation, otherwise he will be in trouble for the rest of his life. Live in the shadows."

This is the truth of the world, but it sounds too cruel.

"If you want to have your own name, you have to work hard to surpass it." Osamu Dazai said, "To become someone who is completely different from me but more powerful, you have to work hard in this direction."

Shuji Tsushima curled his lips again, and said unhappily, "I see."

"Huh?" Dazai squatted down and looked at him.

"Don't you just want me to surpass you?" Shuji Tsushima said, "I will try."

"That's right." Dazai Osamu's tone became a little softer. For a moment, Tsushima Shuji even thought that he had become a "father", with gentle eyebrows and eyes, and he looked at himself with the eyes of a child.

[It's so weird. ] Shuji Tsushima thought, [It's so weird. ]

"Next." Osamu Dazai stood up, "It's time to work." He said to himself, "Even a writer needs inspiration from life, so let's solve this matter."

[us? ]

"It's us." He said, "Mr. Xiuzhi shouldn't have to go to school, but it's not enough to just read books at home. It's Goethe. He said that ''all theories are gray'', only what he experienced Chang Qing, just treat it as an extracurricular practice investigation, let's solve this matter together."

Shuji Tsushima had to admit that his heart skipped a beat when Dazai said "solve it together".

……

"What?" Ango Sakaguchi was reading the memory of a book when he answered the intercom call.He is only 12 years old, but he has been working for Mr. Tantian for 2 years. There are many precocious children in this world, and he is one of them.Mr. Taneda praised him as a natural "intelligence worker".

"The record of the photo of the death on July 2005, 7? I wrote that." He said, "Wait for 29 minutes, I will pass the copy of the information." He pushed the big round glasses.

"It was a great help," Osamu Dazai said.

Shuji Tsushima helped to receive the documents. In just half a day, Osamu Dazai and him had almost seen the disappearance cases in the past few years, and selected similar cases from countless disappearance cases.

"It's probably these." Dazai flicked his fingers back and forth among a bunch of photos, "And the one that the little gentleman asked to investigate just now should be the source."

[Is it the source? ] Shuji Tsushima thought, [Is it ruled out through the timeline? ] He has drawn out the complete time of committing the crime in his mind. In the past six months, a large number of police officers have disappeared, including 31 police officers with no different abilities. There are relatively few people during the month, and overall it shows a very obvious increasing trend, if we calculate it forward. ] What he found was not the photo selected by Dazai.

If you want to say why...

"Isn't the photo you found missing missing?" Shuji Tsushima said, "It's an unsolvable murder." He read the information he sent, and found that the deceased was a policeman with no different abilities. Excellent and participated in many major battles, and later suffered two retaliation incidents due to his identity exposure, the first caused the death of a six-year-old child, and the second time was the death of himself.

The police detective concluded that the murder was a revenge incident. The man’s body was fished up from one end of Tokyo Bay. The death incident could not be determined due to long-term soaking in water. According to his identity, the autopsy showed that the corpse had been severely abused, his fingernails were all off, and there were bruises on his body, but it was difficult to ascertain whether he was injured during his lifetime or was flogged to falsify the traces after his death.

Dazai Osamu's voice was like a gust of wind, and it came to his ears from nowhere: "You haven't read the document on your right hand." He said lightly, "You can take a look."

When Shuji Tsushima picked it up, it was more like a directory than a document. Shuji Tsushima had a strong ability to process information, but he was not as fast as Dazai, so he hadn't finished reading it yet.

He vaguely remembered the name of the missing person. After comparing, he found that Fujiwara Kiyomizu-kun, who died in the murder case, and the No.2 missing person, Kamimoto Yosuke, belonged to the same unit.

"All of the following are my assumptions." Osamu Dazai said, "The assumption is that this is a retaliatory action. We can call it indiscriminate revenge in the later stage of development, but in the early stage, it should be premeditated and fixedly targeted at the crowd. , Fujiwara Kiyomizu-kun was the first one. The murderer murdered him in a rough way, and luckily left no evidence of the crime. The first case of disappearance may be just an attempt. After ensuring the success of the case, he began to use the same method to take revenge on the second case two people."

[Sounds like a fairly well-founded conjecture. ] Shuji Tsushima had to agree, but one thing is very fatal.

"These are all your speculations so far, right?" he said, "and they are speculations without theoretical support."

"Almost." Osamu Dazai was finally willing to stand up from the desk, "So we need to find evidence."

He picked up the trench coat hanging from the entrance: "Let's go, Mr. Xiuzhi." He said, "Let's go and see the tragedy."

……

The first place we looked for was a folk house located in Shenxiang.It’s hard to imagine that there is such a peaceful place in Tokyo. Even though it’s in the port area, there is still a deserted shrine that covers a large area but doesn’t know the main god. Shuji Tsushima looked at it from a distance, and only remembered that there was an ancient well in it, which was very old. , There are moss in the crevices of the stone wall.

Mrs. Fujiwara's mother's house is in the alley next to the shrine.

This Mrs. Fujiwara is the former wife of police officer Fujiwara Shimizu, adding the former because her husband and child have died, and now she has returned to celibacy, living with her elderly parents and taking care of their food and daily life.

The word "Jin Sui" hangs in front of the door of the old house, which is her original surname.

Dazai bent down exaggeratedly, so that his eyes were at the same level as the wooden door plate engraved with "this year". He stared at it for a long time, his eyes almost blurred: "It's really an elegant surname." He asked Shuji Tsushima, "Do you feel that you are Are you reading ghost novels from the Showa era?"

Shuji Tsushima actually has similar ideas, but he instinctively doesn't want himself to be like Osamu Dazai. Moreover, once your guardian is unreliable, the child will always be affected in the opposite direction and become calm and human. That's about it for complementary nature.

So he stood on tiptoe and rang the doorbell.

[Hey, how should I put it, did I have such a quiet temperament when I was a child?It seems that when I was with Hong, I always talked more than that, and I don’t know if he was too lazy to talk or if he was silent. Now that I think about it, maybe it’s because I said everything I could say, mocked everything I could, He will not say a word. ]

[so good. ] He sighed from the bottom of his heart, [Jun Xiuzhi is not at all like me. ]

The doorbell rang three times, and after a short wait, the door of the house opened, and a very graceful woman came out.

It seems that graceful should not be used to describe people, but she is indeed worthy of these two words. Her face is very pale, which is not very healthy. It is a bit haggard and white, but her hair and eyes are very bright. A plain white shirt, a pair of narrow black trousers on the lower body, and a silk scarf on the body, which is the only decoration that is different from black and white.

Even her lips seemed to be pink.

"I'm only this year." She said weakly, "Excuse me, what's the matter?"