Disqualification

[coke coke coke coke coke coke coke coke...]

[burn to death burn to death burn to death to burn to death]

All kinds of pictures flashed before Luo Ji's eyes like a revolving lantern, frame by frame was extremely clear, she saw flames, boundless flames, every inch of exposed skin was doused with hot oil, the flames fell on her body, and sparks splashed everywhere It spread quickly, and the three breathing spacers were drowned in the fire, their hair, kimono, and skin were all burning.

Pain, piercing pain, dense pain, endless pain.

"Ah——" No one knows how it happened. From the perspective of a third party, the wandering girl Axi just told Dazai that their Tokugawa comrades died in the fire, and she was not interested in sitting next to Dazai. The missing Luo Ji wanted to be pressed the secret switch button, burst into a sharp howl, and then clasped her forehead with both hands, knuckles were so hard that they turned white, Dazai was close to her, and saw the sharp growth of nails , and the bloody skin that was scratched.

"It hurts, it hurts, it hurts..."

She rolled on the ground, the floor creaked and groaned, she rolled from left to right, then from right to left, and repeated, people who have experienced the scene of fire may find this scene familiar, people on fire will pass through The way of rolling on the ground annihilates the burning fire.

Axi was frightened and stupid. She didn't know what happened, so she escaped from the room with all hands and feet.

Dazai's expression also changed. Even Tomioka Yoshiyuki, who had been with him for three years, would be surprised by his seriousness that he had never shown before.

"Hush, shh." Reaching out to grab Xiaomei into his arms, it's not easy, the power of ghosts is far greater than that of humans, and Luo Ji's belt is about to move, they are the transformation of Luo Ji's emotions, they just want to destroy them desperately.

Dazai touched the belt, and in an instant, they turned into a limp mess of bad steps.

"Quiet, quiet, quiet." His voice was strongly comforting, "You are still alive Xiaomei, you are not burned, that is all in the past, it does not exist anymore, calm down."

"You are beautiful and powerful, the oiran of Yoshiwara, you are safe."

Repeated over and over again, he combed Xiaomei's hair, watching her black hair turn into silver threads, and in the frantic memory, she lost the ability to control her body, and the ghost's mimicry was unable to maintain.

Dazai looked at her face full of pain.

The facial features have not changed much, but they are more mature than the 14-year-old girl back then, with ghost spots appearing on the cheeks.

She seems to have changed, but also does not seem to change.

"Long time no see." He said, "Long time no see, Xiaomei."

……

The prostitute Taro failed to find the ghost, who was hiding in Yoshiwara Flower Street and secretly hunting for food.

He even had doubts, did the ghost escape, otherwise how could he not find anything with his winding observation skills?

The prostitute Taro was a little frustrated by the inability to find a way out of the investigation work. He was sitting in the falling princess's room, with one leg bent and knees swaying with a scythe. There were steady and heavy footsteps outside the door. Of course it was not his stupid sister. The prostitute Taro's eyes darkened, and he quietly blended into the cracks in the tatami floor.

The stupid sister came back, not walking back, but being carried back. Seeing this scene, Taro the prostitute couldn't bear it, and walked out from the dark place. He still remembered to cover up this matter. From the connected inner room.

He didn't care about Dazai, and looked at Luo Ji from top to bottom. The clothes were not damaged, and she should have never been injured. Even now, her expression is not peaceful.

Mimic...

He secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, the stupid younger sister regards mimicry as an instinct. Even in an unconscious state, as long as the mind is stable and the body is not seriously injured, it will automatically maintain the mimicry.

"What's the matter with her?"

Dazai shrugged, as if to say "I don't know."

"Hey, you bastard, you obviously went out with her, right!" Taro the prostitute was furious. He had always put his sister on top of his mind, and he couldn't see her getting hurt the most.

"Then what's your relationship with Xiaomei?" Dazai narrated calmly.

"...I am her brother, her brother from the same country."

This seems to explain why the prostitute Taro can come and go to the oiran's room at will, and why he appears in the cellar of the Kyogoku house, but if you ask anyone in the Kyogoku house, you can expose the prostitute Taro's lies, and no one listens It is said that Fern Ji Oiran has an older brother.

The prostitute Taro has already figured it out. If Osamu Dazai exposes his lies and exposes them, there are only two endings waiting for him, becoming a ghost or being eaten. For some reason, he is more inclined to the first choice.

[Xiaomei seems to like him quite a lot, and it's not a problem to stay by his side. ]

He used this reason to convince himself.

After lying down on the tatami mat, Luo Ji's condition got better and better. She was still immersed in a dream, but the unobvious pain disappeared. Taro the prostitute heaved a sigh of relief, and he said, "What did you encounter before?"

"I tried to decipher the truth of Tokugawa's death, and followed the clues to find the Younv who he had patronized before." Dazai said, "Younv confessed that he and several friends died unexpectedly. When talking about the way of death, Xiaomei had a headache. cracked, and became what you see now."

"What method of death?"

"Fire."

The pupils of the prostitute Taro contracted suddenly, he felt the nameless anger rising in his heart, this anger was not aimed at Dazai, nor at anyone present, he couldn't restrain his irritability.

[what happened? ]

"I understand." He took a deep breath, "You take care of Xiaomei, I'll go out for a while."

……

[I... what's going on...]

[Head hurts. ]

Opening her eyes, she saw the familiar ceiling. Luo Ji rolled her eyes blankly, her spirit was still in a state of chaos, and she could see the orange-red fire as soon as she closed her eyes. Through the fire, she saw a person, a one-eyed dragon, laughing wildly. A vengeful warrior.

She stabbed the opponent blind in one eye with a hairpin because the samurai wanted to rape/rape her, and in retaliation, the opponent burned her into human charcoal.

She is stupid, but she also knows what she saw, she glimpsed the fragments of the past, as the last fragment of a human being, it was she who burned the mountain in the fire.

"How does it feel?" She was lifted up, the arm that was being supported was so thin that it was twisted, it was my brother, wait, why is my brother here, why did she go back to Kyogoku House, Dazai...

Too many thoughts and too chaotic, Luo Ji's head can't digest, she just wants to do one thing.

"Wow—brother." She hugged the prostitute Taro and cried loudly, "It hurts, it hurts!"

"It's okay, it's okay, it's okay." The prostitute Taro hugged her head and comforted her, his tone was soft and full of patience.

"I hate fire. They are so hot. Damn someone dared to burn me..." She cried and complained. The memories are connected, especially when they are close siblings. Following Luo Ji's description, the prostitute Futaro also saw scattered images, which were sleeping in the depths of his soul and never awakened after becoming a ghost.

He saw a lump of charcoal, and his emotions told him that it was his sister. He walked with the lump of charcoal on his back, and met Tong Mo, who begged Tong Mo to turn them into ghosts.

"There is one more person in our family..."

who?Who is that person? There are obviously only two people in their family, he and Xiaomei.

Tong Mo's words reached his ears, and he seemed a little surprised. Because of the tenacity of the prostitute Taro, the brother and sister are already on the way to transform into ghosts. People will experience pain in the process of transforming into ghosts, and most people can't even Suffering the power of ghosts and dying.

"Please...please turn him into a ghost together...he can't live alone on this street, he...he will be killed."

"Okay." Tong Mo held a folding fan in one hand, and he smiled, showing his sharp fangs. "I'm a very good person. It's so pitiful to see my family being torn apart." His voice was ethereal, with Compassionate, "tell me where your home is."

The prostitute Taro said a series of words, his memory is very vague, or he was in pain at the time, and his spirit was very unstable. He only remembered that Tong Mo came back after a while and said, "What a poor man."

Who is he talking about, the prostitute Taro who is talking about praying or who?

"He is dead." Tong Mo shed a tear, "He was killed by the subordinates of the revenge warrior."

"They set a fire and burned him to black coals."

This is all the memories of the prostitute Taro.

While comforting Luo Ji, he thought vaguely that after transforming into a ghost, Mr. Tong Mo seemed to have mentioned the third family member.

"It's so pitiful, Taro the prostitute." He said, "If I had gone there earlier, the number of people who have been wounded might have increased. You and Xiaomei are so talented, and the people in your family..."

"I'm sorry, Mr. Tong Mo." He maintained respect for Tong Mo, even though he was really annoying, "I don't remember," he said calmly and politely, "Our family has always been just me and my sister, Where is the third one?"

Tong Mo cried again, he could shed tears anytime and anywhere, and he would show compassion anytime and anywhere: "Ah, I see, you don't remember him anymore, how pitiful you are, Taro the prostitute."

"Speaking of which, after people become ghosts, many of them can't keep the memories of the world, including my closest friend Yiwozuo. Is this a defect? ​​Or is it really pitiful to escape from your past, just because Yiwozuo can't face himself, so I'll be overtaken by me..."

Tong Mo's head was crushed by Yi Wozuo who just arrived, and the flesh and blood could not bear the pressure and spread around, but he finally closed his chattering mouth without his head.

The prostitute Taro breathed a sigh of relief.

Afterwards, Tong Mo seemed to lose interest, and he didn't talk much about the past, and the prostitute Taro gradually forgot.

"I want to eat that woman, brother!" Fallen Princess regained her previous spirit and began to call out, successfully dragging the prostitute Taro out of her past memories.

"Damn it, if she hadn't said such a horrible thing, would I have recalled the scene before I died?" She really liked the beautiful and powerful herself now, in Luo Ji's eyes, human beings are weak and despised reptiles , she refuses to admit that she was ever a member of the reptiles.

"I've already caught her." The prostitute Taro said, "Ashi, she's in your belt, you can eat it whenever you want." He knows his sister better than anyone else, and he knows that she will eat it for no reason. Venting anger, knowing that she will eat everyone who makes her unhappy, knowing her viciousness, knowing her stupidity.

"By the way, where is Dazai?" She finally remembered, "I was brought back by him, right?"

Accompanied by the prostitute Taro nodding, she proudly said: "That guy looks a bit like a man, where is he now? Shouldn't he be around when he sees me fainting?"

"He went out after he saw that you were almost recovered, maybe to drink, maybe to eat, maybe to find a woman." After saying this, the prostitute Taro blocked his ears, and sure enough the next second , Shocking screams echoed in my ears.

"That guy, bastard, scum, heartbreaker, I must eat him!"

……

Dazai went to Shinzaya to buy a painting set.

Xinzao House, as the name suggests, is a place to train Xinzao, and most of the lecturers here are retired oirans.

Xinzao is the oiran's reserve, except for the fallen concubine, the rest often need to master more talents, such as dancing, such as reciting poems, painting is also an elegant art, and the oiran does not use it as a selling point, but just as a hobby In short, you can buy first-class painting tools and even new paints imported from abroad in Xinzao.

There are not many local pigments in Japan. Katsushika Hokusai loves the German "Prussian Blue" very much. Traces of this pigment can be seen everywhere in his peak work "36 Views of Mt. Fuji".

Dazai promised to draw a meticulous painting for Xiaomei, he didn't want to use only black and white, beauty needs more colors to decorate.

Just the blush at the corners of her eyes when she was dressed as an oiran was enough to make Dazai think of several ways to describe it.

"!" He was bumped, and his previous thoughts were shattered, until Dazai's chest-high boy bared his teeth and said, "I'm sorry I bumped into you, sir." He pretended to apologize with his head bowed, his back stiffened, Ugly and comical when bowing, and then ready to slip away after bowing.

Dazai doesn't seem like a person who cares about every detail, he has a gentle and handsome face, just by looking at his appearance, it can be seen that this person has received higher education and is a bit romantic.

Ishijiro was rejoicing at his good luck, and met this bully again, but he didn't expect him to run away.

"Meet you again, Mr. Little," he said, "I guess you can give me back the wallet? I promised Xiaomei that I would draw her a picture. Girls in new houses don't like credit. .”

Ishijiro didn't even see how he made the shot. When he realized that his wrist, which was only covered with a layer of skin, had been bound, his eyes darkened, and his left hand drew out the dagger that he had always carried around for a long time, intending to stab down. .

"!"

The tingling sensation went up his wrist, and Dazai's movements were light and dexterous, which almost made him unable to hold the dagger. It was said that it was almost because Ishijiro adjusted his body balance in time. The talent is relieved, he is very good at fighting, even adults who have received kendo training can't stand against him.

[No, it's no good fighting him. ] Ishijiro thought, [He is not as weak as he looks at all, damn it, did he let my hand on purpose last time? ] He immediately dismissed the idea, [What are you kidding, who would take the initiative to give money to others. ]

[In short, it is not a good thing to go head-to-head with him. ] After thinking about it, Ishijiro threw down the purse that he had just touched. It was a purse for women, with delicate flowers on it. Of course, its owner was not Dazai Osamu, but Fallen Hime.

Ishijiro dropped his purse and slipped away.

……

Butterfly Ninja and Tomioka Yoshiyuki made good progress. They found a suitable investigation route, and the homeless children all over the streets became their eyes and ears. These children knew as much as wandering girls. A lot of gossip.

In addition, some children worked as prostitutes/prostitutes and dealt with men with perverted hobbies.

They visited a few other neighborhoods where Yoshiyuki Tomioka had been taught by Dazai, with reasoning similar to that of his teacher, and they learned from other children that Tokugawa had friends and friends, and that some of them had died in the fire.

[Fire? ]

Butterfly thought: "This is not the usual method of ghosts. ]

So far she is not willing to give up her earliest conjecture that Tokugawa died at the hands of ghosts, but the fact that the fire seemed to shake their inference.

[Or, fire is blood ghost art, or does it have a special meaning? ]

Before dawn, they finally found out about Axi, and rushed to the building where she was, only to be told that Axi was missing.

"Missing?" Butterfly endured, "Can you tell us when and how she disappeared?"

The woman who answered their questions looked haggard, her cheeks were deeply sunken, and only her cheekbones were covered with flesh. She was not interested in Butterfly Ninja's question, and her voice was stagnant: "I suddenly disappeared this morning, I don’t see a man and a wandering girl came to her before.”

Butterfly thought she had found a clue, and just about to ask a question, she heard You Nu say: "They all look good, the man has short hair, in his 20s, the woman... I haven't seen her before, when did she appear on this street?" Such a beautiful woman."

"..."

Yoshiyuki Tomioka: "It's the teacher."

Butterfly took a deep breath: "Axi disappeared after they left?"

"Yes, there's no one in Ash's room."

"middle……"

"That woman," she said, "the wandering girl who came together made a horrifying cry, and people who didn't know thought she was hacked into pieces."

[what? ]

Butterfly Shinobu and Tomioka Yoshiyuki thought they could get some information, but who knew that Dazai's intervention made things even more confusing. Seeing that the night was about to pass, and there seemed to be strands of sunlight on the horizon in the distance, they also felt black and white. Inverted sleepiness.

"Let's go back to Kyogokuya first." Butterfly Shinobi said, "Ask Mr. Tsushima what happened."

……

Osamu Dazai has spent a long time in Xinzoya. The teachers of Xinzoya are all retired oirans, and they are only in their thirties. In his opinion, the flowering period is just right, and she is a charming woman with mature charm.But they are too old for Yoshihara. Women are like withered flowers once they are over 25 years old. It is impossible for various families to supply oirans whose beauty has declined.

Most of these oirans have two paths, either marrying into a high-ranking official's family as a concubine, or entering a new house as a female teacher.

As soon as I get along with a beautiful woman, time flies by like a white horse. The gouache paint is wrapped in rough paper and carried by Dazai. On the way back, he hummed a song.

"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. "

He has mastered a lot of Waka. As early as hundreds of years ago when Waka was popular, the woman lying on the bed taught him countless songs with elegant tunes. Strange to say, her health is very bad, and her lungs suffer from tuberculosis all year round. When the ballad is sung, the tune is complete.

"Sing songs that suit the occasion." She said, "Recite the growth of all things when the grass grows and the warbler flies, and listen to the sound of thunder when the summer rains are day and night." She said, "Life is full of fun, rule the king."

"Well——" Osamu Dazai thought, he is probably not a good person. When he was picked up by that woman, his memory was blank. He received the most upright and elegant education, but he couldn't help but utter vicious words like a knife. .

"You lie in bed tomorrow, how can you know the joy of life?" He looked at the woman called "mother", his adoptive mother.

The doctor came to see her body, and the mother's weakness was the root cause of the disease from her mother's womb. After a long illness, she became a doctor. She was used to drinking various bitter prescriptions since she was a child, so she became a good female doctor when she grew up.It's a pity that she has been suffering from tuberculosis since a few years ago. Judging from the current situation, she can only live for two or three years at most. She can't even blow the wind. Not to mention autumn and winter.

There is only one courtyard in Zhushi's world, and the scenes in the courtyard change with the seasons of spring, summer, autumn and winter, and constantly flow.

"I've seen it before." She said softly, "The fun of life and the true meaning of life are all flowing in my memory. I want to teach them to you to rule the king."

Her hands were white and soft, like a real mother when she touched Osamu Dazai's cheek: "I want to see you grow up, Osamu, to see you grow up, get married and have children."

"Even if it doesn't work, even if it doesn't work, in my limited time, I want to pass on more things to you."

……

It was five o'clock in the morning, and Yoshiwara was asleep. Osamu Dazai was always considerate to women. He didn't want to disturb the sleeping girls, so he tiptoed open the door of Kyogoku House.

The doors and windows in the house were closed very tightly, it really turned day and night upside down, Dazai tried his best to keep his movements light, but still disturbed others, Xiaozhi lifted the curtain of the kitchen in the backyard, saw Dazai and said, "You are back."

"Is there anything to eat?" Dazai asked with a smile.

"From the leftover rice balls from the previous day, the rice balls were stuffed with plums, as well as foreign fruits and fruits, which were brought to Oiran Ji Ji by the guests when they sent the homage gold."

Fallen Princess herself is not interested in snacks, and at the same time she is overbearing. She would rather have rotten, moldy, and hairy snacks than distribute them to other people in Kyogoku House. Just give him the newest dim sum, whether it is from a cabinet minister or a descendant of a shogun, if it makes Dazai happy to eat it, it will be of some use.

Ghosts don't need to eat human pastries.

Xiaozhi brought a bottle, which contained milk jelly, and the person who delivered it specially asked to put it in the yard. After the autumn, it will be cold day by day, and the milk jelly will not melt overnight.

"They said it was panna cotta made by the Italians." Xiaozhi didn't know where Italy was or what it was, but only knew that it was one of the most powerful countries in the West.

Dazai scooped out the panna cotta spoonful by spoonful, and the small wooden spoon was often used to match delicate yokan.

"It's delicious." The way he pinches the spoon is very strange, the little finger is raised slightly, and putting it on someone else may feel that this action is feminine, but Dazai does it smoothly, "Would you like to taste it, Xiaozhi?"

"No need." Xiaozhi was still busy, "Fern Ji Oiran must not want to know that Italian Panna Cotta was eaten by other people."

Dazai finished eating quickly, but he didn't intend to go to sleep. Instead, he looked at Xiaozhi's busy back. She was wearing an old kimono that had been mended countless times. Fortunately, it was clean. Japanese people appreciate beauty in many ways, except In addition to the front face, the white nape between the collar of the kimono and the hair is also beautiful.

Seen from behind, Twig is a beauty.

"How did you ruin your face?" He asked abruptly.

For disfigured women, Dazai's question is too harsh. There are also people in Kyogokuya who don't like Xiaozhi. They call her ugly at most, but they don't let people tell the process of disfigurement.

That was cruel.

When Xiaozhi turned her head, Dazai looked at her ugly face with a smile: "No one really asked me." She said calmly.

"I don't think you are that sad." Dazai said, "or you are not sad now."

"Because I accepted it." Xiaozhi said, "Life and death are determined by the sky, and we can only accept what happened."

"Weak people have no right to resist, isn't that what the world is like?"

Dazai said: "Won't you think you can hear wise words here?" He stood up, took two steps forward, and looked at Xiaozhi's face carefully. Her wounds were diverse, not only knife cuts, but under the big wound was the uneven moon On the surface, Dazai rubbed it with his fingertips, "It's the burn first."

"Oh." Xiaozhi nodded, "It's a burnt stone."

"Burned stone?"

"The temperature is lower than that of iron, so it cannot be branded, but it is enough to burn the epidermis and damage tissues."

"The doctor told you? Your statement is very professional."

"Yes." She said, "My brother took me to see a doctor. It is said that he is a well-known kind doctor and his medical skills are also very good. He said that there is no cure, and he said that it would be good if I survived."

"Fortunately, I survived."

Even if Die Die Ren is here, she can realize the weirdness in Xiaozhi's narration. She is not angry at all, she is obviously stabbed to a sore spot, and she is talking about the tragic past, but she has no sense of anger. talking about other people.

Dazai thought it was very interesting, he put his chin on his hand, looked at Xiaozhi as if he was watching a drama: "Are you sad?"

Really weird question.

But Xiaozhi thought for a while and said, "No."

"It's just that my face hurts." She added, "People used to say that I am good-looking and have a suitable personality. Earn money, my brother and I will not go hungry."

"It is absolutely impossible for anyone to like this face now. It is thanks to Huakui Fern Ji that she can eat enough. She is willing to hire me. She is really a good person."

At this point, Dazai understood. He finally knew what the faint discord and feeling that had attracted him since he entered the Kyogoku house the day before had enveloped Xiaozhi. The answer was so interesting that he couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"It's really interesting, it's really interesting." He stroked his hands, "You don't feel anything, do you, Miss?"

"Ugh?"

Twig's eyes widened.

"You can't feel the joy, anger, sorrow, joy, and impactful emotions that ordinary people talk about."

"What a lovely monster."

……

Yoshiyuki Tomioka woke up in the afternoon.

He still remembered what happened yesterday and wanted to ask Dazai, but the kitchen worker told him that Mr. Dazai was not asleep and was in his room.

Just pushed open the door of the teacher's room, and heard without saying a word: "It's just right, you are here, help me get something."

"?"

"Go to the old house in Kyoto, you know where it is, right?" He didn't give people any time to breathe, and gave a series of instructions. There are three pines and cypresses in the east of the courtyard, presenting a high and low basin shape, and they are relatively close to each other. close.There is a small white stone rockery not far from the three pines and cypresses. You roughly measure the straight-line distance between the pines and cypresses and the rockery, and dig down from the middle of the distance. A box is stored one meter deep. "

"What?" Yoshiyuki Tomioka couldn't understand.

"It means to ask you to help me find the time box."

Time box is a game that students in the Meiji era liked very much. In the last year of university, everyone in the class will write a letter. The recipient of the letter will be ten years later. After writing the letter, collectively put the letter into a waterproof box , buried under a certain tree, if someone still remembers it ten years later, dig out the box and see what I wrote ten years ago.

Yoshiyuki Tomioka had heard about the funky game, and of course Dazai had told him about it.He went out in a daze, completely forgetting the reason why he came to see Dazai, until he saw Liuliu at the gate of Yoshiwara, he remembered nothing about Axi and said nothing.

[Forget it, I will ask the teacher when I get back. ]

After being taught for several years, he has [-]% trust in Dazai, and after learning about the abnormality last night, he doesn't think that Younv's disappearance has anything to do with Dazai. , Maybe it was because she thought of her slipping through the net that she deliberately went to find someone.

The appearance of the Yoshihara incident is different from the common cannibalism incidents of evil spirits, and it seems to be done by human beings meticulously.

Maybe the ghost is human and vengeful.

Tomioka Yoshiyuki remembered the picture he saw in Dazai's room. When he entered the door, Dazai was copying the vase on the low table.

[It turns out that he can also draw. ]

……

[Ahhh, I'm so mad! ] After waking up, Luo Ji tossed and turned left and right on the mattress, the more she thought about it, the more angry she became, and finally she became angry with the pillow towel in her mouth. She thought that Dazai didn't come to see her now, it was too much.

[I'm going to scold him and give him another slap. ] She was even a little aggrieved, [If it wasn't for him, would I have thought of such a disgusting thing?Damn, even after eating yesterday's Younv, it's still disgusting! ]

The disgust in her mouth is nothing more than the last memory of her life. In that memory, she was weak and pitiful as a human being, and she had no power to resist. Her vitality was not necessarily stronger than that of reptiles. Fallen Princess spurned the shortness and fragility of human life. Eternity and strength are regarded as part of beauty, and it is especially unacceptable for me to be a human being.

This may not be her original intention, Wu Mi's blood flows in the blood of the ghost, and Wu Mi's blood carries his memory factor, he hates change, likes the constant, hates humanity, hates the weak, so the ghost is affected by him, became one.

She angrily came to the door of Dazai's room, opened the door suddenly, and faced Dazai with a mask-like smiling face: "You are here, Xiaomei."

Subconsciously, she thought of Tong Mo's smiling face, and compared Dazai's.

If she was smarter, she might be able to see the distorted and false nature of the two, and thus shudder, but Luo Ji is an idiot, she can't see anything, and she is not afraid of anything.

Looking around the room, the first thing she saw was the color palette on the low table. Her eyes lit up, and Dazai said abruptly, "I promised you earlier that I would draw a picture for you. I went to buy watercolors last night. and paintbrush."

Luo Ji's anger was dissipated, her memory was no better than that of a goldfish, and she immediately said, "Portrait? Okay, shall we draw it now?"

Dazai had already learned the nature of wind being rain, so he nodded and said, "Choose a pose you like."

Luo Ji took many poses, some standing and some sitting, and finally said: "I'm standing, you make a picture of looking up at me."

"Pfft-"

"Huh? What do you mean, laughing at me?"

"No, it's not." Dazai said, "I just remembered that someone said the same thing to me before."

/ "Why don't I climb up the tree, and you draw me under the tree." Xiaomei said enthusiastically.

"It's too troublesome." Dazai said, "A compromise, you stand and I sit."

Xiaomei curled her lips, very unhappy, she said: "The oiran stands at the highest place, last time I saw Kaguya Oiran standing outside the platform of the three-story building, there is no place higher than that in the whole flower street, men and women , everyone must look up to her."

"Well, good." Dazai replied perfunctorily.

"I want the same." She stretched out her hands and drew a big circle, "You have to draw me very high, very high." /

……

Butterfly Shinobu didn't get information from Dazai.

"Axi? She's missing? Poor woman, she must have been silenced."

Falling Princess opposite Dazai slightly bent her little finger.

"Xiaomei was not feeling well yesterday, so I took her away first. Axi was fine when we left." Dazai put his brush on the paper to outline the body of the young woman Miaoman, even though she was talking with the butterfly. Shinobi spoke without looking at each other.

"Maybe you can take a look at other routes, such as looking for people who haven't died yet."

"I think so." Butterfly endured taking a deep breath.

"Hurry up, wild girl." Fallen Ji Yaowu said arrogantly, "This is the space for adults, do you think we have time to play house with you?"

Butterfly turned a deaf ear to Luo Ji's ridicule, and she told Dazai the next thing: "I haven't seen Mr. Tomioka since noon..."

"That." Dazai said, "I asked him to go back to his hometown in Kyoto to help me get something."

"What, what?" Luo Ji interrupted, "Is it money?" She mercilessly laughed at the current situation of Dazai's little boy.

"No, it's much more valuable than money." He said, "How should I describe it? By the way, the treasures that I never thought I would use are roughly such objects."

"You will play tricks." Luo Ji shook her arm, unable to hold back her temper, "Hurry up, have you finished drawing yet?"

"Soon, soon."

[All right. ] Butterfly suppressed her impatience, [I should have known earlier, I couldn't ask anything from them. ]

She stood up, ready to go out.

"Where are you going?" Dazai asked suddenly from behind.

"Continue to investigate." Butterfly said with restraint, "A few of Tokugawa's friends are still alive, maybe we can get information from them." She wanted to use the scum as bait.

She's more...hateful than her older sister Butterfly Kanae.

"Hmm." Dazai said, "Alright then."

"You just have to remember, the night dew is heavy, be careful of demons."

"They often hide by your side."

……

Dazai put the newly bought album on the low table, he completed the new portrait of the fallen princess, and the two went into the night together, while the prostitute Taro, he searched for the traces of the ring ghost, but found nothing, and saw the lonely girl when he came back. Zero booklet.

Looking closer out of curiosity, the latest one is a sketch of Luo Ji, boldly painted with many bright colors, and the slightly raised chin fully reflects his sister's arrogance and indulgence.

The prostitute Taro thinks that it is a very good and beautiful painting, and the painter has touched the core of human beings.

The prostitute Taro didn't know that he had just bought the album from Xinzai. He was amazed at Dazai Osamu's painting skills, picked up the book and flipped straight ahead.

A painting that had been folded countless times and repaired countless times fell out of the interleaved page.

/ She will always stay in the afternoon before the age of 14, proud, bright and sunny, without being cut or burned.

In my heart, she will always stay at the full 14-year-old.

——"The Tale of Yoshihara"/