disqualified hero

[My life is, in short, a tragicomedy. ]

[The first half is joy, the second half is sadness. ]

Ge Tenghui's waking time is not very long. Most of the time in a day, about fifteen hours, he is immersed in the nightmare that he cannot escape, and the remaining nine hours have to be divided into four hours for sleep—— Some days in a week, the sleep time will be extended indefinitely. He hits the wall, uses his forehead and body, so that the medical staff will give him a critical dose of sedatives.

For the remaining five hours, he was sober and conscious, but unfortunately few people could recognize it. All Ge Tenghui did was stand by the window and stare blankly at the outside world through the window. What you are looking at may be a cloud, a flower, or a withered cherry tree.

I have to first introduce the small room he is in. Strictly speaking, it is a ward, which is not much different from the countless wards in the brain hospital, but compared with the chaotic three-person room, five-person room, and 12-person room, it is undoubtedly It can be included in the highest standard, and there is only one patient, Ge Tenghui, and one bed in the whole room.

The small room is only eight tatami mats, with a bed and a single bed. The width is about 1.2 meters. It is a hospital bed that can be adjusted up and down.It is worth noting that the handle on the side of the bed was removed and replaced with a leather restraint belt, which the male nurse would use to tie him tightly to the bed when he suffered severe seizures.

The window is on the wall on the right side of the bed, facing the door far away. There are double-layer anti-theft devices inside and outside, so it is absolutely impossible for people to get out of the window.

Ge Tenghui looked at the window for a while, then turned around and began to look at the wall in front of him. It was originally white, but now there were a few patches of maroon on the white wall. Anyone with a discerning eye could tell that it was the remains of blood coagulated and dried. He hit his head against the wall, his forehead was cut, and the blood flow was not much, but it continued, so the blood was printed on the wall, and some flowed down.

"Mr. Ge Teng, Mr. Ge Teng." The nurse came in, she held a splint in one hand, and a few pieces of paper were clipped on the board, most likely it was the ward round record, "Someone is here to see you."

[Anyone come to see me? ] He didn't want to talk, so he didn't make a sound, [It's a mistake, my family is dead, how could someone come to see me? ]

He didn't want to talk, let alone communicate with others. All the voices came from the bottom of his heart. Ge Tenghui went out meekly, and dragged his heavy steps to the reception room, where all the patients who had not been confirmed to be discharged saw their relatives.It is said to be a reception room, but the design is exactly the same as the visiting facilities in the prison.

"Long time no see, big brother." The faces I haven't seen for more than ten years have been dug out of my mind again. After so many years, the faces of my parents and wives have been blurred. The blood-stained and inappropriate appearance, and Chunqin's smiling face are vivid in my memory, but for Ge Tenghui, that is already an unattainable dream, a demon that torments him day and night.

But Ah Qian was still the same, exactly the same as the last time we met, without crying, laughing, panic, or hatred, and sat in front of him with a stern face, neither happy nor sad, separated by a glass wall between the two brothers.

Looking at that face that has been the same for ten years, he thought of the day when A-Qian came to the house in the past. The spring was warm and the sun was just right. The morning glory and the redbud grass were connected. A-qian saw it in the wild and interesting clay pot, and praised her for her innate talent and flower arranging skills.

He burst into tears.

"Big brother? Big brother? Big brother? Big brother?" Ge Tengqian was startled.

"Ah... Qian... Ah Qian." A hoarse voice was heard echoing on the other side of the glass wall.

……

Ken Ge Teng's house is not big. From Osamu Dazai's point of view, it is not much different from a single apartment in Tokyo. It is more than 20 square meters, with a kitchen, bathroom, and single bed. Everything inside is well-arranged.

"He lives alone." Chuya Nakahara has no sense of guilt for breaking into an empty house. There are more than [-] burglaries in Yokohama slums every day. He has long been familiar with it. Do you live together? Have you placed your brother somewhere else?"

"Do you think it's possible?" Shuji Tsushima retorted, his mood stopped to normal, and he still regarded Osamu Dazai as air, but he was able to bicker with Chuya Nakahara.

"Is there any trace of the second person's life here?" Zhongya Nakahara said.

Shuji Tsushima walked to a wall. There was a "white scar" on the wall. The white scar was a piece of paint. It was so bright that people's eyes hurt, and it was incompatible with the surrounding gray walls with yellow spots.

"The traces of the second person's life." Shuji Tsushima said, "Conforming to the height of an adult man, Ge Tenghui has a serious tendency to self-harm, especially likes to hit the wall with his head, and it is not difficult to hit his forehead to a bloody mess." He said, "White paint is used to cover up blood stains."

Nakahara also admitted that Shuji Tsushima's analysis was well-founded, but...

"The most you say is reasoning, without evidence." He was quite unwilling to admit defeat, "The white paint may cover blood, or it may be something else, what if he accidentally knocks over the bottle and ink sticks on the wall? Your reasoning is reasonable, but what you reason out doesn’t mean it’s real.”

Shuji Tsushima nuzzled, with a look of "I don't care about you", only the lower half of his face maintained his acknowledgment posture, as for the upper half of his face, his eyelashes fluttered, and his pupils were half covered by thin eyelids. It's all ghost ideas: "If you say that I have no evidence, you really judge the belly of a gentleman with the heart of a villain. I understand that the brain capacity of slugs is far inferior to that of humans. After getting along for so many days, you still don't know that I have never been born. Don't you say something you don't know?"

[It's disgusting. ]

"Humiliation can only make people feel happy in all aspects. It would be too bad to be overthrown by half of the humiliation. It will only bring unhappiness and shame." After a long talk, he pointed to a corner under the white paint, where scattered Two or three small black dots, too small, no one can see clearly unless they are on the wall. Zhongyuan Zhong also looked closely for a long time before he was sure that they were three coagulated blood spots.

"..."

Osamu Dazai ignored the two younger ones. After he entered the room, he looked around first, and finally sat down directly on the small chair in front of the desk, with a very anti-customer attitude.

He was wearing a big black trench coat with two pockets sewn on each side of the coat. He fumbled in the large right pocket for a while and finally took out a pen.

"?"

"?"

Shuji Tsushima and Nakahara stopped at the same time. They looked at Osamu Dazai and what he was going to do.

Osamu Dazai bent over. The height of the desk is just right for adults, but the width is not enough. In his opinion, this desk is more suitable for male high school students who are struggling for the college entrance examination. Desks are rarely seen in adults' apartments. You can sit cross-legged on the floor and watch.

He first pulled out the drawer on the right. The drawer was not big, and the inside was empty. There were several pens on the board. As the drawer shook, the ballpoint pens rolled from left to right, and then from right to left.

Osamu Dazai looked at the drawer for a while, and smiled abruptly. He lowered his body, and groped with his right hand for the bottom of the drawer, not the inside bottom, but the outside. His fingers groped a few times on the smooth board, and finally poked into the hole , there should be a hole for the screw, and the thin and long pen is deftly smashed into the hole, and the wooden layer that bears the pen is propped up.

Nakahara had never seen such an exquisite design before, his eyes were wide open, and he took a few steps forward to look at it. He was quite cautious, remembering not to reach out and touch the delicate mechanism, so as not to disturb Dazai Osamu's work .

"How did you find out?" he asked.

"I guessed it." Osamu Dazai said, "When I came in, I looked around the room first, and the books on the kudzu bookshelf were interesting." Most of them were novels, and there were also books related to bartending.Osamu Dazai found a row of comics on the top shelf of the bookshelf. Japan is a big country of comics. Few people don’t read comics. People who go to work in suits and leather shoes will buy a [-]-yen comic in the station to pass the time.

A row of comics belong to the same set of books. They are well preserved with almost no curls, but they have been turned over countless times. Ken Ge Teng likes this set of comics very much.

He pointed out the manga to Chuya Nakahara and Shuji Tsushima. Shuji Tsushima looked up and only saw a line of "DeathNote". Unfortunately, neither he nor Shuji Nakahara had heard of it.

"Strictly speaking, it can be regarded as the work of the previous generation, and it is considered an old book to me." Osamu Dazai said with a smile, "It is just a very good manga work."

"Look, don't there often be such plots in detective novels?" He said, "The criminal wants to carry out criminal activities but suffers from no better way, so he finds inspiration from his favorite detective novels, and even copies the plots in the books. Perfect modus operandi," he said, "and he hid the notebook in a similar way, which was seen in DeathNote."

"That's it." Zhong Yuanzhong also nodded.

"Then," Dazai pulled his attention back to the drawer, it turned out to be a notebook, and it was a handwritten notebook, he made a humorous joke that only he understood, "If I write my own name on it, maybe I'm about to die of a heart attack." Neither Chuya Nakahara nor Shuji Tsushima responded.

After a short "don't talk to you" cold war, Shuji Tsushima finally spoke. He asked, "What do you think is written in the book?"

[Strange question. ] Zhong Yuanzhong also sneered, [He is not an omniscient and omnipotent god, let alone read the content, how could he know. ]

"This question." Osamu Dazai touched his chin, "I think it should be a confession."

[Hey, you're lying! ]

[You can guess it! ]

……

/I repent for everything I have

--Amen/

"You can maintain the current posture." Ge Teng remained calm, and Xianghui behind him had no idea what this man was thinking. Was he bluffing, or was he really not afraid?Judging from Xianghui's shallow social experience, even a mafia member would not be very calm when he put a gun in the back of the head. People who have been plundering other people's lives are more afraid of their own lives being taken away. That's the thing.

"But you have to tell me who you are seeking revenge for." Ge Teng asked, "Is it the child who disappeared recently? At least I can tell you whether it was me or someone else who disappeared."

"Are you justifying your crime?" Xianghui had a bad temper, and she said, "Don't worry, I didn't come here for other people, but the Chunqin you mentioned earlier." Ge Teng's words were interpreted by her to have another meaning , "I heard that criminals often have a deeper impression on the No.1 they killed. This is probably the case with Sister Chunqin."

[Ah, so it is. ] Ge Teng understood what she meant, but Xianghui misunderstood.

For some reason, he had no intention of defending himself, just wanted to keep listening and see how brilliant she would be.

"Are you trying to provoke me? You mentioned Miss Chunqin's name in front of me on purpose?" Xianghui became more and more annoyed as she spoke, her chest was shaking, but her hands were held firmly. Have you been staring at Sister Chunqin in the past, pervert?!"

"No." Ge Teng said, "That was just an accident."

[Actually, it was only this year that I found out that my poor niece Chunqin was living in a slum in Yokohama. If the blood disease hadn't taken her away, my elder brother wouldn't have passed away either. ]

"This is destiny." He suddenly sighed, "Whether it's the ill-fated Chunqin or my elder brother who is miserable in the rest of my life, so much so that I—"

"It's all fate."

[What is he talking about? ] Xianghui can't understand it at all.

"How do you know that Chunqin disappeared because of the sound of the flute?" He asked Xianghui, and the latter, perhaps thinking of "let him die if he dies to understand", replied cooperatively, "Of course she told me by herself." " She said, "Do you think you can be foolproof if you have supernatural powers? You never thought that the victim would still have memories, right?"

……

"How did Chunqin come here?" Hearing this, Xianghui raised her head viciously, glared at the speaker like a little wolf dog, but the latter glared back unwillingly and said, "I just want to ask, how did everyone Those who fell in, didn’t they communicate with each other, you see, I was trafficked in, and Xianghui was born by Liuying.” She was stared at by Xianghui again, and this look was not as sharp as before, “Anyway, I was in the slums. After so many years, you can put it down even if you come from outside, everyone wants to know what Chunqin used to do, who told you that you look different from us."

The others didn't speak, but they couldn't help but nodded in approval. Chunqin didn't talk about her past. When they were talking about their fucking childhood, she would just sit aside dignifiedly and show a peaceful smile. Her posture was like An invisible wall separated her from others in an instant.

"Is there a way for me to come here?" Chunqin said softly, "It might be more bizarre than you guys. I walked in here through sleepwalking."

"Sleepwalking?!" The girl snorted, "Even if it's a lie, you should choose a more reliable one."

"But the truth is like that." Chunqin said, "I heard the sound of a flute one night, and the flute seemed to call me, let me go, let me go, I ran out of the house, entered the station, and took the train All the way to the seaside city, and then walked in through the barbed wire, and then lived here."

"Then why don't you go back?" No one believed what she said, "You are already on the train, you must be rich and have status, and then take the opportunity to run out of the slums and become the eldest lady, why are you rotten with us?" This bloody place."

"For redemption."

"what?"

"I said, I'm repenting and atoning for my sins." Chunqin's tone was unhurried, and her gentle smile was written on her face as always, but for some reason, the people listening to her shuddered one after another. They felt fear and fright. Like being possessed by fleas, feeling sick all over, wanting to leave, that's not the reaction to hearing someone else's misfortune.

"When I regained my senses, my body was covered with blood, so I suddenly understood that the blood flowed from my parents, grandparents, and I committed a terrible disaster. Even if I go home, I can't see what I want to see." people."

"I am going to go to Avici Hell. The good deeds I have done in this life are just to repay the sins of the past. I am always repenting for the things I did in the past. It is impossible to enter the kingdom of gods, at least in the next life I cannot fall into the realm of hungry ghosts." .”

"This is what you want to know, the first half of your life full of sins."

……

／I'm sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry...／

Osamu Dazai turned the pages continuously, and Nakahara Chuya said: "He wrote ten sheets of paper!" It was incredible.

Shuji Tsushima watched from the sidelines, lacking in interest, he found these apologies boring.

From No.11 onwards, the true face of the confession began to emerge. The author, Mr. Ge Tenghui, wrote well, and Osamu Dazai almost thought he was reading a private novel that revealed his privacy.

/Mr. Duogui traveled to Shikoku and took the pilgrimage route of 88 temples. When he came back, he brought me a bamboo flute as a gift. I laughed and asked him why he brought the bamboo flute. Aren’t the Buddhist scriptures more meaningful than the bamboo flute?He said sternly, "I bought it from the Xiaodi shop in front of the temple. It is said that it was burned after eating temple incense."

I grew up with the bamboo flute in elementary school. It is inconspicuous among many musical instruments, but I like it very much. When I was a student, I even thought I could become an artist. I even dreamed of secretly applying for the Tokyo University of the Arts, but it failed. My father tore up my volunteering. Books, so I can only go to Waseda University honestly.

Mr. Duogui is my good friend for many years. He understands my hobbies very well, and I can't put it down for the gifts he sent. In the afternoon, Chunqin came back from kindergarten and saw me playing with the flute. She threw herself into her arms and asked me to play it for her... /

"Chunqin?!" Zhong Yuanzhong couldn't help crying out.

"Mr. Ge Tenghui has a daughter." Osamu Dazai seemed to know everything, he smiled and looked at Nakahara Nakaya, but the latter only felt that the other party's smile was terrifying, and he could see through his soul at a glance, "It's called Ge Teng Harukoto."

"Miss Ge Teng Chunqin disappeared when she was six years old."

/ The afternoon went well, I played the flute, and Chunqin listened to it. She was very quiet when she listened, holding her cheeks in her hands, sitting on the veranda, but after listening, she turned into a little lark, chirping and talking non-stop.

I didn't expect that something like that would happen that night. If the bamboo flute is really blessed by the gods of the temple, then I probably did too many evil things in my previous life, so that I have to experience this in this life, but I am not a good person. Already know.

What happened at night, I can't tell. The strange thing is, I didn't hear anything at night. When I woke up, it was already dawn. The house was too quiet, and there was no sound at all. In the past, my wife had already woken up at this time. The kitchen is busy, and Chunqin has to go to school.

I got up from the bed, and the strange thing was that the bamboo flute I put away last night fell beside the pillow. I didn't take it seriously at the time, thinking it was used for playing before going to bed, but I forgot to take it back.

The mobile phone was also placed at the end of the tatami. I looked at the time and was shocked. I was late for work but I didn't get up, and my wife didn't call me. What's going on?I got dressed in a hurry and went out while jumping and putting on my socks, shouting my wife's name loudly.

No one answered.

"Gao Huazi! Gao Huazi!" I called my wife several times, but no one answered, and my footsteps became faster and more chaotic. I smelled blood, and I thought it was an illusion. When I saw the frozen pool Only then did I know it was not.

His wife, father, and mother were lying in a pool of blood, and Chunqin was nowhere to be found.

My sky is falling. /

At the end of the first page, Osamu Dazai asked the two children, "Who do you think killed the three?"

Zhong Yuanzhong didn't speak, he thought of a possibility, but it was too cruel, and Chunqin's status in his heart was too high, as high as a mother, she was kind and kind, a saint who fell from the nine heavens, no The slightest blasphemy is allowed, but Zhong Yuanzhong also learned from his superpower runaway that as long as he hears the sound of the flute, people are unconscious and will do extraordinary evil deeds to those who hinder him from responding to the call Come.

[tsk. ]

He didn't blame Yu Chunqin, but just admitting it was meaningful to him, definitely not a good aspect, but a negative one. He regarded Chunqin as his mother, and the great tragedy that befell her made Zhongyuan Zhong also Empathizing, he clenched his fists and gritted his teeth.

"Of course it's Kudou Harukoto." Shuji Tsushima didn't take that much into account. He listened to Dazai Osamu read the confession, and his eyes were filled with brilliance. As I said before, he was extremely easily attracted by chaos and tragedy, from the level of drama and tragedy. Come and see, the story of the Ge Teng family is wonderful.

He couldn't help but think of those tragedies with cause and effect, such as his own family, such as this age. These stories are equally poignant, but there are always some abnormal factors, such as excessive talent, crazy father, and repressed dogma in the family. The sad future bred by the ancient and strict family is at most a continuation of the tragedy. From the result to the source, anyone who has heard the complete story will sigh and say: "Retribution!"

It's not that they are not tragedies, it's just that they feel the same after watching too many.

Except Dazai Osamu, no one knows how excited Tsushima Shuji is now.

"It's a wonderful story." Shuji Tsushima was attracted. He has the same talent as Dazai Osamu in his bones to become a writer. "I guess he can't control his supernatural powers," he chattered, with two smudges on his pale cheeks. Sick Tuo Hong, "Ge Tenghui's supernatural power was awakened on the day he got the bamboo flute. He played the flute unconsciously at night, which caused a tragedy for the whole family. Afterwards, he probably activated his supernatural power several times consciously or unconsciously, causing Groups of children are missing."

"He found that he couldn't find Chunqin, and was overwhelmed by guilt. The rest of Ge Teng's family sent him to the brain hospital when he was insane."

When he described it, Osamu Dazai flipped through the following content at a very fast speed. Until he entered the brain hospital, Shuji Tsushima's speculation was completely correct, so he said, "Mr. Xiuzhi is very smart." He praised The tone is not exaggerated, "It's all right."

Shuji Tsushima's eyes flickered, but he didn't speak.

"What happened next?" Zhong Yuanzhong was also eager to know the truth. He was smart, but not as smart as the two extremely smart people in front of him. He simply gave up guessing and asked for the answer directly.

"On December 12th, I saw A-qian. He hasn't changed much, but I'm already broken." Osamu Dazai repeated, "He took me home like a wild dog."

／During the long treatment, my spirit didn’t improve at all, and Chunqin’s laughter appeared more frequently in my ears. I woke up countless times from my dream and found that the bamboo flute appeared in my hand again. I didn’t even know it. Where did the flute come from, he is the worst nightmare, haunting my bones.

I should die, but I can't, even if I can't enter heaven, Chunqin hasn't been found yet, she may be living in a corner of the world, apart from the pious spiritual sustenance, I guess I still have a sense of love deep in my heart. And the desire to steal life, I dare not die. /

／What did A-Qian discover? He has always been a smart kid, and he has longed for power since he was a child. He longed for supernatural powers, but who knew before he got them that it was the source of evil?I can't tell Ah Qian what happened, I don't have the courage, and I don't want to give him the superpower. /

"That is to say." Zhongyuan Zhong also realized, "Can the supernatural power be passed on?" His ability to focus on the key points is not bad, "Maybe Ge Tenghui is dead? Is Ge Tengqian the one who used his supernatural power?"

"Wait, wait, didn't he say he didn't dare to die?"

Shuji Tsushima said: "It's because I found Harukin, but it was too late, she was already dead, and with the character shown by Ge Tenghui, I absolutely cannot accept what happened to my daughter." He said, "Christianity In the doctrine, suicide cannot enter heaven, he said that he dare not die, hey, he dare not live, and he cannot die.”

"It's so sad."

Osamu Dazai turned the confession to the last page.

/ I can't get into heaven. /

……

"I told my eldest brother that I know where Chunqin is." Ge Tengqian went on to describe, "But he wants to know the whereabouts of his daughter, so he wants to pay me. I don't want money, I just want his supernatural power. Blood relatives can pass supernatural powers on." Yes, and he knows how to do it, I heard my elder brother talking nonsense when he has a high fever."

Xianghui's hand holding the gun trembled.

"Do you think I'm taking advantage of the fire?" His tone finally became less calm, with a hint of resentment, but the content and tone were quite different, "That's what I did. Since I was born, I have never defeated my brother even once. Then At that time, I thought that if there was anything that could surpass him, it would have to be divine powers that gave me blessings. I longed to be different. In modern society, only supernatural powers can make me transcend the boundaries of ordinary people. .”

"He thought about it for a few days, it was very painful, he hit his head against the wall, but finally agreed, this is a very powerful ability, don't you think so?" He said to Chunhui, "As long as it is used properly."

"You're crazy." Chunhui could only say.

"Big brother was very painful when he learned about Chunqin's experience," he continued.

……

/I felt deeply ashamed and humiliated, not just because of what happened to Chunqin, but more because of "she is such a good child".I have used supernatural powers a few times later, some children remember what happened after hearing the flute, and some don’t, but as long as they are given enough time, what happened at that time will gradually appear in the form of dreams, and in the end they will always be know what happened.

Chunqin must have "saw it". She saw that she killed her mother, grandpa and grandma, that's why she was living in a slum. I knew what she was doing, she was atoning for her sins.

Obviously it was my sin, but she imposed it on herself, loved those people with inhuman love, loved those children, and raised them to adulthood. Chunqin is a pious and gentle child. Compared with her, I am timid. , cowardly, dirty, and even passed on to his younger brother a supernatural power that he knew was evil.

A person like me is no longer worthy of being called a human being.

I'm very sorry.

I cannot enter heaven. /

"..." Zhongyuan Zhong couldn't speak, only remained silent,

He asked: "Ken Teng's supernatural ability is also out of control?"

Dazai said: "He can't control the superpowers that are too powerful."

Shuji Tsushima said, "Oh, that's terrible." He smiled.

Nakahara Chuya: "..." He turned his face, clenched his fists too tightly, and his bones groaned and groaned overwhelmed.

Dazai said softly: "Yes, it's too miserable." There was no joy or sorrow.

"Ge Tengqian, what will happen in the end?"

"After yesterday, he should die."

……

Xianghui put down her old hand, the gun, which is the weapon Xianghui relies on for survival, and the source of her protection. Just figured I'd use it, whether it was ending someone else's name or my own.

She had never seen anyone die in a ghetto.

She expects to fulfill the mission of this gun today, which will be the first time and may be the last time. Xianghui is ready for consciousness. She thinks that she will be killed after murdering Ge Teng.

But now she put the gun down, and she let go of her original intentions, her usual reasoning, and her utter hatred.

"Does it look like a period drama?" Ge Teng asked her, with some self-deprecating elements in his words, "In general, in this decade-long tragedy, no one is completely good, and no one is perfect. Bad, my lovely niece Chunqin is pure in heart, but her hands are bloody, and is there really a saint in this world? Is there really someone who would engrave the idea of ​​redemption in their minds since childhood? I can't see it."

"The eldest brother is an excellent ordinary person, but he has obtained uncontrollable supernatural powers. He unintentionally brewed a tragedy, but deliberately experimented in order to recover Chunqin, so under the sound of his flute, more children disappeared, and their families were destroyed. .”

"What's wrong with me, I'm just an incompetent second son, I just want supernatural powers, my elder brother didn't tell me the horrors of supernatural powers, so that I was complacent when I got them, but now I'm a prisoner of supernatural powers. He looked at Xianghui steadily, "Tell me, who is a good person, who is a bad person, who is right, and who is wrong?"

Xianghui, Xianghui can't say anything.

"I'll tell you one more thing." The man approached the girl and whispered in his ear, "I will die today."

"—"

"—"

A bullet pierced through the air.

It was as fast as lightning, and silently, piercing through the humid air by the sea, and rushing to the distant side with great purpose.

Oda Sakunosuke's eyes are good and his hands are more stable. He ruled out the first two possibilities, leaving only the last one, and this morning, he successfully verified the last possibility and found the "dwelling body with different abilities".

He didn't blink his eyelids, looking at Ge Tengqian through the scope, he looked like a kite with a broken string, leaning back, his dynamic vision was too good, Xianghui's astonished expression, the gesture of reaching out his hand, And Ge Teng stretched out his arms to embrace death, his movements slowed down, and in his eyes, he was split into countless small pieces.

[What was the elder brother thinking when he fell into the sea? ]

[I don’t know, but he must have been less calm than me before he died. I’m afraid he died tremblingly with a sad face, and was afraid of the hell he was about to enter. From this perspective, I, who can laugh at death, finally surpassed him. ]

[Even if only once. ]

Mission target confirmed dead.

He calmly put away the snipers, rifles and guns, put them into the large suitcase containing the ukulele, and called his employer: "Mission completed."

Oda Sakunosuke stretched out his hand and pressed down the tongue of the peaked cap, only three or two strands of brown hair jumped out from behind his ears. His steps were unhurried and his breathing was even. He looked like a hip-hop boy who came to explore the slums, and he always had the vigor of playing a musical instrument. Fang Gang's young man came in—to be cool and to explore the chaotic world in his ideal.

The wind blew, the clouds floated, the thick clouds blocked the sun, and the shadows were cast on the ground from mid-air. He split the sunlight, and re-drawn a clear line on the ground, half bright and half cool.

Oda Sakunosuke crossed the line and walked from the cloud area to the sunshine area, and a tall and handsome young man in black came directly opposite him, followed by two children, one was silent, the other Then he asked with some reluctance: "Have you guessed everything?"

"Why did you bring me here?"

"What do you want me to see, what do you want me to hear, what do you want me to say?"

"Oh," said the young man, "nothing."

"I just want you to read the story." He seemed very careless, and his tone was too frivolous, "Don't you like tragedies and comedies? I happened to know part of the plot, so I took you to watch it, that's all."

So Shuji Tsushima's happiness was discounted. He guessed that he was treated as a child who made trouble for no reason, and what that person did was undoubtedly to make him realize the strength, depth of wisdom, and omnipotence of the other party.

Is he laughing at me?

Shuji Tsushima didn't know.

He thought of the phrase "don't go crazy", and the indifferent and derogatory eyes that Osamu Dazai showed when he was clarifying his dark nature, plus the carelessness that seemed to be in his hands just now.

[He is a mountain peak, a cage, a high-ranking immortal, and a god and Buddha who punishes evil deeds. ]

Breathing becomes more rapid.

Shuji Tsushima wanted to vomit.

Oda heard something in the child's voice, resentment, puzzlement, longing, and hope, so Oda Sakunosuke suddenly thought of the letter from pen pal Mr. D, the silent inarticulate parent and the young gifted child.

"Da da da—" the leather heel stepped on the concrete floor.

"Dong dong dong—" There was only a little sound from the soles of the sneakers.

He went from shadow to light, and Osamu Dazai went from light to shadow.

The two of them passed by.

……

[He looks at me, examining mortals with the gods. ]

[Adopted me, why didn't you want to enjoy a tragicomedy in the world on a whim? ]