Disqualification

[Am I disgusted? ] Xiaomei, no, Luo Ji opened her eyes wide, [I was actually rejected?] ]

Standing in front of the paper sliding door painted with 36 scenes of Mt. , calling it "not ugly".

She is even less in the mood to admire the paintings on the door now, and is only interested in the conversation with Dazai just now.

"You won't sleep with me?" She frowned, "You idiot, did you make a mistake, this is Yoshihara, and I am the most beautiful oiran in Yoshihara, you are penniless, I am willing to entertain you, not only not Lying on the ground to thank Dade, but still refusing to have sex with me, is there something wrong with you?"

There is a very good low table in the Fallen Concubine’s room, which is made of precious pear wood brought from the east. She also has small electric lights, not candles, lanterns, or kerosene lamps. Yes, she has quite a few Western objects.

"It's not that I don't want to have sex." He said, "Look, I just want to use the night to write. It's rare to have the interest to write articles tonight. If you want to play, you can play as much as you want. If you want to rest first rest first."

"There must be something wrong with you." Falling Girl pointed at Dazai's nose, "That's right, I'm a beautiful woman by your side, do you like men?"

"Any cute woman is worthy of love." He looked at Luo Ji innocently, "But Xiaomei, you can't be ranked among women in my heart, to be honest, you are like a wild girl running around with a snot in winter , I can't think of charming at all."

She exploded in anger and shouted: "Die, die, die." She didn't even want to be in the same room with Dazai.

The sound of closing the door was loud, and the wooden frame structure almost collapsed with a bang.

[It hasn't changed at all. ]

Dazai opened the notebook: [Compared to more than 100 years ago, it has not changed at all. ]

……

Butterfly Shinobi had a good chat with the young prostitutes who came to serve, and has already figured out the situation in Hualiu Street. Yoshiwara is very big, but there are not many tea houses that can supply the oiran. There are only five Jingji houses on his face. The girl said: "It's normal, some wandering girls will run away from the street when they catch a free time, and disappear after they run away."

"Escape?"

"I just don't want to be a wandering girl anymore, and leave when the defense is not paying attention."

"Are there many such people?"

"Every family has it, it's definitely not a small number."

Butterfly frowned. She never thought that Huajie had such a tradition. If a large number of people disappeared in an ordinary town, it could be directly judged as ghosts. Since Huajie has traditions, it is different.

[We need to find those team members with special abilities. ]

Some members of the ghost killing team are more sensitive than ordinary people. It is said that they can tell the difference between a human and a ghost through smell, hearing, and vision, but Butterfly Ninja cannot.

She could only start with another clue: "Are there many people who died on Huajie?"

The young prostitute was startled and said, "What?"

"I heard that during this period of time, there was a strange death in Yoshihara. The death was miserable, and limbs were severed, as if they had been eaten by wild beasts..."

"I, I don't know." After speaking unclearly, the young prostitute looked a little flustered, Die Die couldn't help thinking that she must know something, and prepared to go to the hall.

"Hey, brat, don't ask questions." Luo Ji was kicked out by Dazai, her stomach was full of fire, the young prostitute was used to being scolded by her, and she was often beaten. out, only hummed: "Sorry."

Die Nin doesn't like Hua Kui very much, she has long been beyond the scope of arrogance, Die Nin wanted to say something, but was interrupted before saying: "Don't worry about it, don't ask all kinds of stinky brats." Ji said, "I don't know what you, a girl, are doing in Yoshiwara with him. You have come, be careful and don't cause trouble for me." She threatened, "If you are kidnapped by someone from another tea house , no one can save you."

Butterfly Ninja was a little bit taken aback, Luo Ji didn't care about her, she thought it was for Dazai's face that she condescended to remind others, if it wasn't for Dazai, it wouldn't be strange for her to put Butterfly Ninja in her belt .

She likes to eat women, beautiful women, delicate ladies, ladies with a happy life.

The way she gets happiness is by making other people unhappy, that's what life taught Fallen.

"Xiaozhi, Xiaozhi!" Luo Ji shouted louder and louder, "Where is the person?"

"Dong dong dong, dong dong dong——" With the sound of hurried footsteps, Xiao Zhi knelt outside the door, her forehead pressed against the floor, and Butterfly could not help guessing that she was as big as herself, "What's your order?"

The young prostitute beside her reminded in a low voice: "Don't look."

[Don't look at what? ]

Luo Ji's laughter was nasty: "Look up, you ugly monster."

[! ]

Butterfly gasped. The face presented to her was terrifying and sad. The original shape of the twig was unclear. There was not a single piece of good skin on her face. It was densely covered with criss-cross from the forehead to the chin. A criss-cross of ugly scars, some of which have grown into jagged ravines.

On Twig's face, only the eyes can see, and only the eyes are beautiful.

Those eyes contained the autumn water under the moon.

"It's up to you to take care of her daily life." In an unquestionable tone.

"Okay, Oiran." A humble and respectful response.

Twig and Butterfly endured, they were bound together.

……

Tomioka Yoshiyuki walked along the creek, from the middle to the downstream, and then looped from the downstream to the upstream.

In addition to the solitary leg, he also found another fragment, which was the solitary half of the human head.

If it wasn't him but Dazai who discovered these things, he would definitely be able to draw too many conclusions from them, for example, the corpses must not have been thrown into the river for a long time, otherwise they would not be able to maintain their relatively complete and unexpanded state.

Yoshiyuki Tomioka didn't see that much. The Demon Slayer Team only gave him swordsmanship. Dazai Osamu's cultural class was full of knowledge from all over the world. Based on that knowledge, he judged that the torn wound on this person's face was not complete. I want to be bitten by wild beasts, but Yoshiwara is built in Kyoto, so there is absolutely no wild beast.

[ghost. ]

He was silent.

There are no traces of ghosts in the upper and lower reaches of the river, and Ishijiro, who was hunted down earlier, is nowhere to be seen. He still needs to find the information shared by Dazai Osamu and Butterfly Shinobu first.

Walking back to Yoshiwara according to my memory, a long time has passed, the moon is hanging above the head, and an imported pendulum is placed in the lattice room on the first floor of the tea house. Tired after being full of lust, they only look for the cheapest prostitutes, buy them for half an hour each, and then grope on the street.

There is still work to do the next day, and a night of partying is out of the question.

He first went to find the female boss who had talked with Dazai, and now the guests were coming and going, she greeted at the door of the teahouse, and Tomioka Yoshiyuki was also outstanding in appearance.

"Excuse me, do you know where Mr. Tsushima has gone?" He was quite polite, and he remembered that Dazai said that Yoshiwara's name was Shuji Tsushima. "After watching the oiran, I got separated from him."

The proprietress was suffocated for a while, and when it was almost two hours away from seeing the oiran, she said that it was a talent to find it now.She whispered: "You go to Jingji House to see, he may be with Fern Ji Oiran."

Tomioka Yoshiyuki nodded ignorantly, he didn't understand Yoshihara's rules, let alone how unconventional it was to be under the oiran family, so he nodded and said thank you, and prepared to go to Kyogokuya.

"Don't annoy her." The proprietress is not bad, and reminded before leaving, "Hua Ji Huakuan has a bad temper."

It is said that she will not even suppress her bad temper towards guests, but it is unknown how much she will get angry with her girls after being spoiled by a male guest.

……

Fallen princess lay in the arms of the prostitute Taro and howled.

She is full of complaints about Osamu Dazai's "asshole, shamelessness and abnormality".

"That guy is not a man. He didn't even bring any money. I kindly took him in, but he still disliked sleeping with me. How could there be such a person, and said that I was like a yellow-haired girl with a snotty nose. I was so mad at me." ,I'm furious!"

She gritted her teeth.

Although the prostitute Taro kept staring at Osamu Dazai, he only saw the profile and back, and didn't know what happened at all. Hearing the complaints of Yu Ji, his first reaction was: [That little white face looks greasy, but looks pretty. Sure, you are not just a stupid and coquettish wild girl. ]

He thought so, but after all, his own sister, as a brother, he only needs to protect her well, and outsiders are not allowed to complain, so the prostitute Taro said: "Then I will eat him for you?"

"no!"

Sure enough, it was strongly opposed.

"If I wanted to eat him, I would have done it long ago. Why wait until now." She scolded, "Brother, you just have to complain with me about him, condemn him and scold him, and don't worry about anything else."

The prostitute Taro sighed in his heart: [It's over, it's over, love makes her even more stupid. ]

"Didn't you say that if you like Master Wu Mi, it's absolutely impossible to fall in love with humans?" He couldn't help asking, "What's wrong with that man?"

"What nonsense are you talking about brother!" Luo Ji looked as if she had been poked into a girl's heart, but she was not so shy, "That's not the case at all!"

She lost her temper and couldn't tell what she was thinking, so she could only sit in the room angrily and said, "I just think it would be nice if the three of us lived together." She looked at the prostitute Taro and said, " You don't hate him either."

"what?"

"That guy Dazai." Luo Ji said firmly, "It doesn't look like a person at all."

……

"Dazai, you really don't look like a human being," said the prostitute Taro.

"What?" Osamu Dazai is writing a diary. He has a special way of writing his diary. When he lacks paper and pen, he writes on the muddy ground with branches, and then smashes the ground with a wooden stick after writing. Well, if it takes Xiaomei three days to read a poem, half a day is enough for him.

After studying for a while, he could barely understand one-third of Dazai's diary, which was nothing more than time, what happened today, and what he ate.

Very bored.

"You're going to ruin it after you finish writing it, so why do you still have to write it?"

"Write it down and read it, then remember it."

"Can you remember?"

"That's right." Dazai said, "As long as I read the text, it's hard to forget it."

The prostitute Taro first lamented that you literati are amazing, but his brain turned quickly, and he quickly realized another problem: "Hey, don't you have a lot of diaries that you have read and written?"

"That's right." Dazai replied.

"Will it be painful?" He thought of Xiaomei yelling that her head was about to burst after studying for a while.

"No." Dazai said, "It doesn't hurt me anymore."

The cherry blossoms planted on both sides of the flower street are blooming, not a very good variety, the petals are sparse, and the flowers are scattered one by one. Dazai looked at the words, his figure and his back had a distant tranquility, prostitutes Futaro wants to come and go to and from Huajie, even if he is a general, he is not as good as him.

The prostitute Taro thought, he knew why he felt that Dazai was not human anymore, the pain was too light for him, and human beings could not ignore the suffering imposed on themselves.

The three of them lived peacefully. Little Meghan's prostitute Taro was a caring person. It was absolutely impossible for them to provide Dazai for nothing, even though the purpose of picking him up was to teach Xiaomei to read. For example, Dazai is also good at fine brushwork when he paints portraits of women playing in a tea house.

As for the work of copying books or writing letters for others, they came at their fingertips. After Osamu Dazai joined, their life was better than before.

Both the prostitute Taro and Xiaomei wanted to ask him, why did you stay? Wouldn't it be better to make a living by yourself or go home?But Dazai never talked about their past. The two brothers and sisters thought that they would be the bastards anyway. Dazai sold two more paintings, and with the money they earned this year, they might be able to paste paper on the windows at home before winter. .

In this way, the three spent one autumn, two autumns, and three autumns together.

……

Twig is helping Butterfly to make the bed.

"It's time to rest, guest." She turned her head and smiled, very horrified, some teahouses at work on weekdays would ask Xiao Zhi to cover her face, lest she scare the girl, as for the male guest, she would never show up when there were guests. of.

Luo Ji asked her to take care of Butterfly Shinobi because of the disgusting meaning.

Die Die was very calm, she asked: "Can I see your face?"

Xiaozhi was a little embarrassed: "Did you scare the guests?"

"No." Die Die Ren said, "I have some medical skills, but I just want to see if I can reduce the scar."

Xiaozhi didn't care much about the scars all over her face, or she didn't care about it now, she gave up, so she sat calmly in front of Butterfly Shinobi and said, "Thank you for your kindness, but I guess they can't be cured."

Butterfly looked at it carefully, and found that it was true. The wounds were too mixed. Cuts, burns, and corrosive wounds from sharp objects. You can't imagine what this face has experienced. She could only say sorry to Xiaozhi: " You're right, I'm sorry."

She was just about to wash up when she heard a voice coming from the door. The girl came in with Tomioka Giyuu: "I'm sorry, this guest said he was looking for Mr. Tsushima," she said apologetically. It's so inconvenient in Huakui's room, I can only bring him to you."

Butterfly said: "Thank you very much." Then he said to Tomioka Yoshiyuki, "Oh, Mr. Tomioka, where did you go just now?"

Yoshiyuki Tomioka didn't speak, just looked at Twig with his lifeless eyes.

Xiaozhi is a smart kid, she retired with Younv.

"I found the legs in the river," he said, "and half of the head, which should be eaten by ghosts."

Butterfly Shinobu's expression immediately became serious.

"ah--_!!!"

While they were talking, piercing screams came from outside the door.

"Master Tokugawa! Master Tokugawa is dead!"

Yoshihara has changed.

……

Dazai opened the notebook.

This is a very old notebook. The corner pages are yellowed, and it seems to have a history of more than 50 years. Don’t look at it like this. It is already a new copy translated by Dazai. The previous one has been shelved for nearly a hundred years after writing the beginning. , he didn't start writing, and when he finally remembered this unfinished work that he had forgotten, the pages of the book were already so fragile that he could only copy one more copy.

/Write first: This is my first novel. The reason for writing it is very simple. Xiaomei finally couldn’t understand the process of me writing diaries and destroying them day after day. She told me that if you like writing so much, write something and don’t destroy it. Things are fine, and I told her that the reason why the diary is a diary is because each entry only has a lifespan of one night.

"Then you write about the lives of the three of us." She said this with high spirits, which is really the attitude that a famous Kyoto beauty should have, "Just write the memoirs of the legendary oiran, not to say that there were famous oirans in the past Write a biography, you can help me write a biography, you must write my brother, say that you have become the most powerful debt collector or something." She was disgusted again, "It doesn't matter if you write yourself, anyway, it must be a native The nameless little boy is raised by me and my brother."

To sum up, the absolute protagonist of this novel is the legendary Oiran Mei, and as the author, I am nothing more than an insignificant spectator. /

/I hope they can live a legendary and brilliant life. /

Dazai laughed out loud as he looked at this line of words, at the long sentence written a hundred years ago, which seemed to be able to taste some peace and joy.

The voice was sharp and sarcastic.