Disqualification

The hooker Taro didn't speak, he just stared at Dazai, trying to read something from his face.

"Really?" he said.

"of course."

The prostitute Taro thinks that Dazai Osamu is lying, but he can't identify it. The two return to the question at the beginning: "What are you?" He tentatively said, "You seem to be familiar with our affairs... "

Dazai smiled lightly, "I guess you want to ask me how many years I have lived."

[No, more than that. ]

The prostitute Taro thought: [I still want to ask me and Xiaomei, what is it to you. ]

As soon as the idea came out, he rubbed his head vigorously, because of his hypocrisy, damn it, why does he care so much...

The prostitute Taro is still a little sorry, because he forgot about Osamu Dazai for 150 years.

"My past is not worth mentioning." Dazai didn't want to tell a story, he understated the big head, "I can't count the number of years I have lived. I have memories since the Warring States Period, and half of the time was 'sleeping'."

[Well, this guy doesn't want to say anything. ]

The prostitute Taro sneered in his heart.

"Then what are you going to tell me?" He crossed his arms, "Could it be that the time you spent with me and Xiaomei is an insignificant part of your life?"

"It can be said that." Dazai's smiling face made people hate, "Before a long time, you have no meaning."

[This guy...] The prostitute Taro's fists were itchy. He looked at the unchanging clown's smiling face, obeyed his heart, and punched him in the face. He had restraint so that his handsome face would not sag.

"Boom——" Dazai took several steps back, and hit the wall with his back, making a crisp sound as his bones collided with the hard soil, which made his teeth ache.

In any case, he didn't expect the prostitute Taro to react in this way, unconsciously rubbing his hand on the right side of his face, his expression was even a little puzzled.

"Since you don't speak human language." The prostitute Taro's voice was also very cold, "Then I don't want to hear it either." He said, "I'll give you a chance this time, and I won't tell anyone about you, Xiaomei that The idiot doesn't know anything, and you are not allowed to take the initiative to mention it to her." He said, "After tonight, you leave Yoshiwara immediately, and take your little oil bottle with you. If you don't leave, I will send you on your way."

He said rudely: "It doesn't matter what resurrection skills you have, if you are all digested by ghosts, no matter how powerful you are, you will not be able to survive. I warn you, next time I see you, I will eat you myself."

As he spoke, he left the dark alley without looking back.

The hooker Taro heard laughter, a happy laugh that filled the air.

[Since you don't want to be found by Master Wu Mi, don't come here again. ]

[Don't come here, don't look for us, go on with your endless life. ]

……

[I have a younger sister. ]

[I don't like her very much. ]

Ishijiro ran wildly pulling the twigs, followed by pursuers who couldn't get rid of him. In addition to the rapid panting and the sound of the wind filling his ears, he could also hear them shouting "in front" and "stop him".

In the noisy and urgent environment where his life was hanging by a thread, he recalled how they got to this point for no reason.

*

[She is an idiot who took her mother's life when she was born. ]

Xiaozhi and Ishijiro's mother is not a lowly playboy, she was Xinzao before giving birth to Ishijiro, and after giving birth, the proprietress of the teahouse still couldn't bear to part with her god-given looks, and after a year of cold treatment, she was brought back to the teahouse.

When Ishijiro was five years old, she became pregnant with her second child.

I told Xiaozhi before that their names represent lowliness and their mother’s hatred is all lies. They are obviously new creations and will be deceived by men, and they will be willing to give birth to the continuation of life. From this alone, we can know their love. Mothers are very stupid people.

"Ishijiro's stone is the stone of stubborn stone." She recited the Chinese poems she learned in the new bathhouse, "Thousands of hammers and thousands of hammers chisel out the deep mountains, and the fire burns like nothing."

"I hope you can be as tenacious as a rock, and survive even in hell."

The name Xiaozhi does not have a deep meaning, it means the flower branch that jumps out of the wall in spring.

[The woman told me the meaning of the name over and over again, and asked me to tell my sister later. ]

Thinking about it carefully, she might have had a premonition at that time, knowing that she would not live long.

Half a year after my sister was born, my mother died. I hated my sister very much. I always felt that without her, the woman would not die.

But before she died, she touched my face and said, "Ishijiro, take care of my sister, and take care of yourself."

When the hand slipped from my cheek, I realized that I had an extra bottle of oil that I would never get rid of in my life.

*

"You are so impulsive!" Ishijiro dragged the twig into the alley, the servant was far less familiar with Yoshiwara than the waif, he chattered endlessly, "If you hadn't done it just now, we would have run in such a mess Is it?" He reprimanded, "I like to show off when I have nothing to do, and I don't want to see what you look like now."

Xiaozhi didn't allow her to scold, but calmly pointed out: "The cause of the incident is my brother, if my brother hadn't hunted down the first person, this wouldn't have happened."

[I am avenging you! ] He almost roared.

"Then the second one? I pretended to be eaten by evil spirits, but you even set the fire on me."

"If I don't arrive in time, brother, you will die." Xiaozhi said with no expression on her face, but spoke very quickly.

*

[I hate Sister Tuyouping very much. ]

As Twig grew, this thought lingered in Ishijiro's mind.

First of all, my sister is a monster, she has no emotions, she is not at all different from ordinary people.Shijiro thought: It is simply a monster reincarnated.

Secondly, she looks even better than her mother, and she is far more beautiful than an adult at a young age. In Yoshiwara, beauty represents strength and danger.

He had to work several more jobs, taking turns working in several teahouses, just to earn an extra ration money, and his vigorous skills were trained to beat off male customers who were far older than him.

[I hate her, but I have to protect her because of my mother's dying words. ]

He often thought: It would be nice if Twig died of disease.

"Hu-hu-"

"call--"

Ishijiro was panting violently. There was sticky blood on his arms, neck, face, and hair, and a puddle of black blood spread under his feet. It was originally red, but after mixing with the soil, it had a strange color .

The bones of an adult male fell on the ground, looking miserable. There were different wounds on his body, cuts, stabs, and cuts. There is no doubt that the person who made them was Ishijiro.

[Why do I do this kind of thing? ]

The ax and the dagger fell to the ground, and his fingers were inserted into the dry hair. He disliked his impulsiveness and stupidity, and said that he hated Twig. Carrying her on his back, he walked thirteen miles in the winter snow to find the best doctor nearby.

When he returned to Yoshihara and saw those scumbags, he reached a delicate balance of hatred and calmness, designed to lure people out of the tea house, and took his life with the hatchet and dagger he had prepared.

[what to do? ] After strenuous exercise, Ishijiro sat on the ground and breathed calmly. Just now he was so passionate that he had no idea other than "killing".

Ishijiro thought of the scene he saw a long time ago, where a thin man devoured a distinguished guest wearing a beautiful haori, he was terrified, he covered his mouth to suppress the scream that was about to blurt out, and then held his breath again, only thinking of himself is a rock.

He didn't dare to move. Before the sun rose, the man-eating ghost disappeared. He approached the male guest's body on tiptoe, and took away his purse before Jian Shifan and the police arrived.

[I can pretend. ] Looking at the unrecognizable corpse under his feet, Ishijiro suddenly remembered what happened back then. Many people in Yoshihara believed in the legend of ogres.

I did the same thing when killing the second person, and it went smoothly. Ishijiro's brain was overwhelmed by the joy/feeling of successful revenge, so that he let down his vigilance when hunting the third person, and the thin blade of the knife opened a hole on his shoulder Blood hole, Ishijiro grinned and thought: [I should have known that the ban on knives is a piece of paper, and these sons of bitches will never obey it. ]

He thought he was going to die, and closed his eyes to his sister who was still worried about the disfigurement: [It's over, after they killed me, they will definitely go to find Xiaozhi, hoping that she can be smarter and restrain herself, that's much better than dying after being tortured inhumanely. ]

[She's an emotionless idiot, if only the pain disappeared as well. ]

"Wow--" He heard the sound of splashing water, and opened his eyes to see that the warriors surrounding him were doused with yellow water, the color of which was like urine.

Immediately he knew that it was oil. Someone lit the fire, and a little spark fell on the oil, and it turned into a prairie fire in an instant. up.

It's a twig.

"You should know that even if I kill them all, I will not be happy, let alone feel grateful."

Ishijiro closed his eyes and said, "I just narrowly escaped death, can you stop saying such unsightly things?"

"No, you have to recognize the facts." Xiaozhi said, "I am a monster."

"Shut up." Ishijiro said, "If you talk about yourself like that again, I'm going to get angry. Could it be that I'm the brother of the monster?"

"What I mean is." Xiaozhi said, "Even a monster without emotions would care about blood relatives. No, it should be said that I only care about having a brother like you."

She said, "Please call me before your next adventure, brother." She said sternly, "I feel so sad when I think that you might die."

"..."

Ishijiro suddenly realized that his sister might not have the means to gain emotion. Because of this, it became a miracle that she refused his death out of her own will.

[I actually love her very much. ]

Ishijiro thought.

[I actually don't hate my sister at all. ]

……

They were in hiding, but the servants, those who followed them, seemed determined and would not give up.

"Wang Wang Wang-"

"Wait for the guest, this is Yoshihara, you can't..."

"Go away, don't talk nonsense!"

"Police, call the police!"

The street became more and more lively, and the few people who came to surround Xiaozhi were probably prepared to be rejected by Hualiu Street for the rest of their lives. They vowed to kill the siblings, so they brought hunting dogs who were good at tracking.

When some policemen and tea house proprietresses saw the drooling wild dog, they were shocked and prevented them from releasing the dog. However, these people were frightened by the death of their friends, and struggled to open the cage.

"Wang Wang Wang-"

"Wang Wang Wang-"

The dog jumped out like an arrow from the string.

[To be overtaken. ] Ishijiro thought, [Is it really over this time? ]

He was a little desperate, but Xiaozhi still didn't move. At this moment, he caught a glimpse of a figure coming out of the alleyway. The appearance of a thin man coincided with the ghost in his memory.

"Please, please save my sister." He shouted, "No matter what, please save my sister."

The hooker Taro looked up.

He saw another self.