Disqualification

[He is always writing something. ]

Xiaomei rested her elbows on the window, or the edge of the hole.

The house of him and the prostitute Taro was made of yellow mud. At the beginning, there was no door, and only the curtain was woven with grass. Last year, they finally got a suitable piece of wood to block the door opening, so that the winter would not be too sad.

The windows of wealthy families are all made of paper. First, thin wooden strips are used to build the frame, and later the paper is pasted layer by layer.

They have no money for paper.

Xiaomei really doesn't understand, the family is so poor, why does my brother still want her to read and write to be an oiran? If she asks her, it's okay to be a low-level prostitute. With her beauty, she can definitely climb from a prostitute to an oiran. , if you really want to find the reason, it is that she is more beautiful than others.

Hearing her immature judgment, the young man who was gesturing on the frozen ground with a tree branch laughed out loud.

"What?" Xiaomei became angry from embarrassment, and she felt like she was showing her teeth and claws in her movements.

"It's nothing." Dazai propped his chin with one hand, "I just feel that Xiaomei is still a child, stupid and naive, and your brother is right."

"Hey, who are you scolding, you bastard!" Xiaomei frowned, she was not really stupid, how could she not understand Dazai scolding her.

"There's nothing wrong with being a stupid and naive girl outside. You're a good-looking girl, and you have a lot of people looking after you, but here..." His eyes, his mocking expression said [Ah, what a pity Ah, Xiaomei].

"Speak clearly." Xie Huamei was unrelenting, Xie Hua was her surname inherited from her mother, and it was very unlucky to get the title of "withered flower".

Dazai sighed and said, "Okay, what I told you can only be explained in pieces, who is Xiaomei." He said, "Beauty has a time limit, just like a rose, it will wither when the time comes , although you are good now, who knows that you will be beautiful for a few years?" He smiled coldly, "Don't hold on to the idea of ​​going all the way from a wandering girl, remember how you got your name? Syphilis, syphilis. "

"Shut up, shut up, shut up." Xiaomei screamed.

"Your temper is so bad, if you become a prostitute, how can you be good?" He said, "offend customers, offend colleagues, and authoritative men will not be retaliated even if they beat you to ashes. Women only You need to push customers with syphilis to you to relieve the hatred in your heart." He pitied, "Your brother spoiled you, Xiaomei, who grew up in Huajie, and you can only live longer if you accept it."

"I don't want it." She said, "Even if my brother didn't spoil me, I would never be a submissive woman."

"Okay, okay." Dazai surrendered, "Come and study, Xiaomei, at least memorize "Xiaocang Hundred People One Song"." He sang while beating time:

"Easy flowers make people easy to grow old, and the continuous bitter rain is thrown away by me.

In the morning, there are beauties boasting about the world, and in the evening, there are bones and rotten suburbs. "

……

"Easy flowers make people easy to grow old, and the continuous bitter rain is thrown away by me.

In the morning, there are beauties boasting about the world, and in the evening, there are bones and rotten suburbs. "

She combined the shamisen and sang and sang intermittently.

"It's been so long, haven't you learned new songs?" Dazai said, "I came here last year to ask Xiaomei if you can sing, it's this one, and it's still the same this year."

"Whispering!" She responded with barking teeth and claws, "It would be nice if I could sing for you." She gave Dazai a condescending look, "What's the matter with you today? Is that novel that has been delayed for two or three years finished?" She turned around smugly, "Since the novel is based on me, I must write it beautifully and powerfully."

She is really beautiful, just standing there, the firelight of the whole room seems to be concentrated on her, more dazzling than the sun.

"Of course not." Dazai said, "You see, I told you a long time ago that I am an experiential writer, and what I can describe is what I have seen, experienced, and what has happened. The story began a long time ago, but I never saw the end, and a story without an end cannot be formed."

"Then you are finished." Xie Huamei said, "You will never see my end, because I will live a lot longer than you." She was very smart and asked again, "So what do you do in this next life, is it possible? It really depends on whether I have read "Ozhou Trail"?"

[Quickly say you are here for me. ] She is proud of herself, and always thinks that her beauty is unmatched by anyone in the world, and even Dazai can become her servant.

[If it's him, it doesn't matter if you don't eat it, anyway, I don't like eating men very much. ] She even has some secret impulses, such as wanting to raise Dazai until he dies, or turning him into a ghost at his best age. He is so beautiful, if he can successfully transform into a ghost, his appearance will only be more beautiful.

She grew up in a place where people cannibalize people. She has no empathy for humans. After becoming a ghost, she only treats people as fodder as livestock. I'm thinking this way for the first time.

[Why do you have such an idea? ] Even she occasionally thinks about this question, but Xiaomei is really not a smart person, she can only think, [I don’t know why, I feel very warm when I see him, no, the degree is certainly not as good as that of my brother, but it is very warm Ah, the warmth of living together like a family. ]

[Plunder what you want, that's how happiness comes. ]

"Yes." Seeing Xiaomei's body stiffen, even the corners of the girdle wrapped around her waist were trembling slightly, Dazai dragged out his voice and said, "I really want to say that, but it's a pity that it's not because of this. The reason." His tone was brisk and tactful, "

[This guy! ]

"A friend told me that something really interesting happened in Yoshiwara," he said. "You know I've always liked weird stories."

She sneered: "What's the matter? Is the female ghost in red asking for her life from the heartless man, or a large number of wandering girls fleeing? Let me tell you, there are too many ghost stories in this place, and it's not unusual to hear anything. You still want to verify it, is it crazy?" right?"

"It's more interesting than ghost stories, but it also needs to be more real." He said, "I heard that there are evil ghosts that cannibalize people here."

"Huh?" Xiaomei's face became very unnatural, she thought Dazai didn't notice.

[How is it possible, I concealed it very well, didn't I all escape? ]

"It's really poor people. They were eaten to the point where they were left with broken corpses. I heard that some of them were missing hands and feet, and some even couldn't find their heads. They were left alone in the corner of Yoshihara on such a day."

"Wait!" Xiaomei suddenly regained her spirits, "You said they still have corpses?"

"It's not them, it's them. There are far more men than women." He said, "Of course, if there were no corpses, how would we know that they were eaten?"

[certainly not. ] Shangxian Six, who has rich experience in cannibalism, retorted in his heart, [People who are eaten by ghosts are not stumps, under normal circumstances there is not even a bone left. ] Thinking of this, she became irritable again.

[Damn it, who is it that dares to sneak supplementary food on our territory, and still make such a big show of it, I must find out the little bug. ]

"Ha, what does that have to do with you?" When she was upset, even her tone of voice became very anxious, she asked Dazai in a rough voice.

"It's for the sake of the new work." He spread his hands, and said very bachelorly, "It happened in Yoshihara, the bizarre death case, the legend of the ogre, these three superimposed, it's very interesting, isn't it?"

"what?"

"That is to say, the written work will definitely sell well."

"Then what does the kid you brought do?"

"A child from a relative's family." He wrote lightly, "Take him out to see the world, and he will be my assistant by the way. He is a very smart child, but a bit youthful." He stood up, took two steps forward, and used his own Covering the oiran's hands with his hands, "Please, Xiaomei, take good care of him." He said, "At least, don't let him die here for unreasonable reasons."

[...]

"Really, really." She turned her face away suddenly, "You, you beg me so much, I can't help it, okay, okay, I promise you, I will take good care of him."

……

Giyuu roams the streets.

He was very surprised, but he just stood there and looked at the oiran road for a while, no one was there, Hu Die couldn't find it, Dazai Osamu couldn't find it, where did they all go.

He stood there like a log and waited for a while, wondering if the two of them would come to look for him. After standing for a long time, he realized that he might have been forgotten.

[What are we going to do now? ]

He said he was looking for ghosts in Huajie, but he had no clue. He looked at the women sitting behind wooden lattices on both sides of the street and thought, could ghosts be among them?

[In short, even if it is attacking humans, it cannot be on everyone, it must be in the alleys. ] He thought so and simply walked towards the depths, wherever the light was the dimmest and darkest, he would go there.

Walking and walking, the red and green lights on the street are all left behind, the obscene and heroic laughter of men gradually fades away, and the loud screams of women are also less, and everything is heard , Weak moaning/groaning.

"Huh...huh..." It was a rapid panting sound.

[here it is. ]

Even he, his expression fluctuated slightly when the scene in front of him came into view. Thin women and crying children fell in disorder in the streets and alleys. Most of the women were skinny, like a skeleton.

"Wow... wow..." The baby cried hoarsely out of breath. He was still young and was holding his mother's breast in his mouth. Maybe he was too hungry without milk, so he cried miserably.

[This place...what's going on...]

He took two steps back in fear, and suddenly saw a young man about his own age coming out of a deep alley.

It happened that the dark clouds were blown away by the wind, and the moonlight barely illuminated the sky and the earth. Tomioka Yoshiyuki saw the appearance of the wallet clearly.

[Ms. Dazai's wallet, seems to be like this? ]

When he thought of it, he asked directly, "Your wallet is the same as my teacher's."

Ishijiro suddenly heard this, and the hairs all over his body exploded. He squinted his eyes and looked in the direction of Tomioka Yoshiyuki, and saw the outline of his scabbard. Before he had time to exchange his wallet for money, he ran away.

Yoshiyuki Tomioka:?

He saw people running away, and subconsciously chased them out.

"! Smelly brat!"

"it hurts!"

"Don't die!"

They ran, somehow ran from the alley to the avenue, and back to the alley again. During the process, they bumped into a lot of people. Those people felt that they couldn't catch up, but they inevitably cursed and said a few words.

Tomioka Yoshiyuki understood that this wallet probably belonged to Mr. Dazai, and somehow it fell into the hands of a pickpocket. He wanted to do a good deed for the teacher, so he was determined to chase it back.

The foot strength of the swordsman was not comparable to that of a malnourished street gangster like Ishijiro. He gritted his teeth, but he was out of breath, so he could only turn left and right with the help of the terrain.

They rushed out of the alley, and there was a ditch not far away. The silver-white moonlight shone on the Qingchuan River, shining brightly.The river was not too narrow, so Ishijiro leaped and crossed it. Tomioka Yoshiyuki originally wanted to follow, but when he saw something floating on the river, he suddenly stopped.

It's half a human leg.

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感谢在2020-03-1212:27:05~2020-03-1312:19:08期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who cast the rocket launcher: 1 choker from Chuya;

Thanks to the little angels who threw mines: Ninger, Orange Juice, Mo Xuan, and Tsugaru;

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