Disqualification

"It's bad."

"Wakizashi?" The blacksmith was stunned. "Are you sure?" He said, "Wakizashi is mostly used as a spare for fighting knives on the battlefield. It doesn't have too much lethality."

He doubted whether the man in front of him was a ghost swordsman. This man lacked the temperament of hard work, and he wore loose black sleeves. The strangest thing was that he had short, fluffy and soft hair that seemed to have been trimmed deliberately instead of During the samurai fight, his hair was cut off by a sharp knife.

As the most outstanding swordsmith of this generation, Tiezhi Heyuan Tiezhen was fortunate to meet the head of the Ubuyashiki family. He dared to say that he thought that the young man in front of him had similarities with the head of the family.

He wasn't sure where the similarity came from, maybe it was the frail temperament, the handsome facial features, the bottomless pupils of a wise man...

"I have to remind you." After thinking twice, he still said, "Wakizashi has only one main function, and that is..."

"Kill yourself." Osamu Dazai answered the words smoothly, "Cut open the abdomen with a short knife, and die to show the will."

Tiedi Heyuan Tiezhen was silent for a while, and brought the topic back to the knife: "The process of reforging is different from the process of forging a knife from the beginning. The inscription is kept on the blade of the old knife. Should the inscription be smoothed, or..."

"Grinding flat." Dazai said, "not leaving a single word."

"Row."

……

April 11, sunny.

/ Since July of the third year of Meiji, I have not kept a diary for more than [-] years. Today I am writing a special book to record recent changes. /

/I had a dream just now. I saw a young man named "Oda Saku". The scene in the dream made me not very happy. He was lying on the ground, the cloth on his chest was soaked with blood, and there were pieces of marble tiles under his body , the thick blood spread around the human center.This is a church. The afterglow of the sunset penetrates the arched windows, and the stained glass inlaid on the windows is broken into slag. The cross and the statue of the Virgin Mary in front of it are full of scars, and broken limestone keeps falling from the statues.

There are faults in the dream here, just like putting together many fragments that do not belong to the same photo, and each fragment has the shadow of Oda Saku.

"Stand on the side of the light, Dazai," he said, choking on blood.

As soon as the scene changed, his position was moved from the marble floor near the church entrance to the long bench for praying people. I half knelt beside him and held his hand tightly. Odasaku said, "Thank you, thank you for saving me." Me, Dazai."

He was leaning against the statue of the Virgin again, the bullet hole was in the middle of his forehead, and Odasaku's eyes were not closed, but there was no fear of death in his eyes, only tranquility and worry for his friends.

As if to say, "Don't worry about me, don't continue."

All kinds of pictures swept through the brain like a storm, and the dream became a projector for showing movies. Black and white movies were played on the white curtain, and the old film rolled down on the bearing, click, click.

The freeze-frame picture gradually departed from the church and expanded to more places. Oda Tsukuru fell from a [-]-meter-high building; The flames engulfed, the gust of wind licked the orange-red flames, covering the buildings with towering tops...

"Get out of here."

"Don't go any further."

"Pursue your destiny, Dazai."

"I am already dead!"

"Break the fate of reincarnation!"

Oda's dreaming cry became more and more intense, and in the end he almost wanted to shout out his heart and lungs together.

Then I woke up. /

As he wrote this, Osamu Dazai subconsciously reached out to touch his cheek. He still remembered the wet touch of his face when he woke up, and crying in his dream. It was almost impossible for him to happen, but it happened.

Immediately, a huge void swept through his heart. He guessed that he had projected intense emotions in the dream. When the dream ended, all the sparks of thinking in his heart disappeared. It was hard to describe that feeling.

/It was as if a piece of flesh had been forcibly dug out from the chest. / The pen moves smoothly on the paper.

At this point, he had a premonition, took off the lampshade of the candlestick, and only heard the sound of "呵啦", the densely packed paper was torn from the notebook, and the small flame lit the edge of the paper, and the black burn marks gradually spread on the white paper , In a few seconds, it turned into a small pile of ashes.

"Dong dong dong——" the corridor was trampled, and Luo Ji's footsteps were enough to express her mood. She was afraid that Dazai would not know her anger at the moment, and other girls would stop walking when they saw Luo Ji like this , shrinking back, wishing to become a trembling quail.

"Dazai!" She slammed open the door, and the young man in the room happened to put a lampshade on the white candle.

[Breaking fate...? ]

"I have something to do with Yiyong." He said to Luo Ji, whose cheeks were swollen with anger, "I'll be right back."

……

Wakizashi's short blade spun around in Ishijiro's chest, pulled it out, and the sticky blood wrapped the blade, and three or two drops fell to the ground due to inertia. Dazai performed this series of movements skillfully, while the prostitute Taro on the tree , his movements changed from sitting to standing, and the eyes of ghosts stared at Osamu Dazai.

You can read many emotions on his face, including astonishment, disbelief, and—unconcealable—anger.

"Quick... run away..." The body of the ghost is different from that of a human, and Ishijiro was not even seriously injured. The strange thing is that his eyes were full of fear, "Run, run, Xiaozhi, run away!"

The stupid sister didn't move, and there was an almost demented calm on her face, which made Ishijiro's mind even more chaotic. He looked at the man who killed him suddenly, not knowing what he was going to do, let alone the thing that frightened him. What is the source of the loss of power? His cells are trembling. This is the common fear of death for living things.

[No, no, you have to buy enough time for Xiaozhi. ]

His body rushed towards Dazai without hesitation, his fingernails were quickly spawned, long and sharp, his stature skyrocketed, his head, legs, and body expanded several times year-on-year, his lips could not wrap the canine teeth after spawning, and the gap between his lips and teeth was full of saliva. Jiro was closer to a beast than a man, and the muscles in his arms bulged abnormally, full of strength.

Among the many ghosts that prostitute Taro has seen, Ishijiro is definitely talented. Magnifying body strength is a kind of mimicry. Most low-level ghosts have not mastered this skill until their death. He has just transformed into this skill. strength……

Thinking of this, he jumped down from the tree, his feet hit the ground and stirred up a cloud of dust, the tiny soil particles rose up and landed on his feet, and the sickle in his right hand flew straight towards Dazai's back .

Wanting to save Ishijiro is a pretense. Undoubtedly, the prostitute Taro is full of dissatisfaction and resentment towards Dazai, and the intense hatred of being betrayed surges up the blood channel, rushing to his brain like crazy.

[Have you joined the Ghost Killing Squad? ]

[why? ]

[Are you here to kill us? ]

[Damn guy!Damn liar! ]

Faster than the scythe is Wakizashi's raised blade. Dazai Osamu is not afraid of the approaching scythe. He is afraid that even if his neck is cut off by it, it doesn't matter. The moonlight is projected on the blade that is not covered by blood. The cold air ran across Ishijiro's neck.

In an instant, Ishijiro only saw a series of bloody sprays and his headless lower body.

[Ah, my head, was it cut off? ]

It's just a one-shot effort.

[Xiaozhi, Xiaozhi...] His eyeballs rolled stubbornly, and the silly sister knelt on the ground, lifeless, like an exquisite Jingli doll, only the rolling eyeballs showed a little life.

"Twigs, twigs..." He opened his mouth in vain, repeating these two words over and over again, the flesh and blood began to weather from the cut of his neck, and spread upwards at an extremely fast speed. In a few seconds, he looked back on his life with ups and downs. When he thinks he has won good luck, life always tells him that the future will be worse.

"Twig, twig."

He died and turned to ashes.

[Ishijiro, brother, dead? ]

……

The battle between Dazai Osamu and the prostitute Taro was almost one-sided, it was Dazai and not Oni, not that he was fatally injured, but the lethality of a knife like Wakizawa was not high, and Dazai did not master the breathing method , The only thing he is good at is dodging, as dexterous as a bird jumping lightly on a branch, the hooker Taro's sickle brushed past his left face, and then circled back from the back of his head after a while, none of which caused him fatal damage.

"You bastard!" Shouted the prostitute Taro, "Why did you join the Demon Slayer Squad? What is your purpose in coming to Yoshiwara, is it to kill us?" One of Dazai's most unacceptable behaviors.

"In your heart, shouldn't Xiaomei and I survive?" He roared, all kinds of memories swirled in his mind, all memories from his lifetime, some Xiaomei dragged Dazai to steal persimmons, some he was exposed to the world to protect Xiaomei After a series of beatings, three of them huddled together and shivered in the cold winter, and Dazai painted for the siblings...

[Unforgivable! ]

"No." Dazai said, it was hard to describe his expression at this moment, whether he was laughing or crying, the two identical sides reached a strange coordination on his face, you can interpret it as he was laughing forcedly.

"Sometimes I feel that you are closer to people than I am." He didn't regard the prostitute Taro as an enemy at all, and he didn't even see the death situation where his life was threatened.

"Where is your anger? Do you see your destiny projected in this pair of brothers and sisters? Do you think Ishijiro is yourself?" He sighed.

"This is not a good habit. Excessive emotional involvement will make you die faster. Be careful, covert, and dehumanizing. If you want to live longer, you have to do that."

"Shut up." The prostitute Taro became even more irritable, "I don't need you to teach me." He can use the blood ghost technique, he can call Xiaomei over, and he can kill Dazai together as a brother and sister. more difficult.

but……

[Xiaomei will not agree. ] He made an excuse for himself, [she is an idiot, she even thought that Dazai fell in love with her, so she simply killed him and told Xiaomei that Dazai was missing. ]

"What are you thinking?" Dazai said abruptly, "Are you thinking that Xiaomei will be sad because of my death? Don't worry, she is a heartless and stupid girl who doesn't think of anything. If she wants to kill me, she won't I need to find a reason, she will not be sad because of my death." He said, "Do whatever you want, cut open my chest with a sickle, and cut off my head."

"That's exactly what I was looking for."

Awkward, unusually awkward, the prostitute Taro felt an extraordinary sense of awkwardness from Dazai's words and his every move, as if he appeared in front of him only to seek death.

"Do you want to die?" Taro the prostitute had a grim expression.

"Of course." Dazai said, "I want to die all the time."

……

Butterfly Shinobu and Tomioka Yoshiwara rushed out of Yoshihara.The crows of the two people both perched on the branches of the willow tree near the gate of Yoshihara. Occasionally, like their companions, the two crows spread their wings and soared twice, looking down at the feasting and feasting on the flower street and the teahouses of different heights. Osamu Dazai tells Yoshiyuki Tomioka not to bring the crows in, they are too conspicuous, and two members of the Demon Slayer Squad agree.

"Take us to find Zhu." Butterfly said anxiously, "Ghost Wu Tsuji appeared on this street, someone was just turned into a ghost."

She and Yoshiyuki Tomioka are the lowest-level swordsmen of the Demon Slayer Team. At best, they only know that ghosts are created by Onimai Tsuji Muyou, but they don't know that ghosts with a higher concentration of Wuyou blood can also create the same kind.

Wu Mi's actions are very careful, there has never been a swordsman from the Ghost Killing Team who bumped into him to create ghosts, only ghosts have caused riots and attacked ordinary people. , the time difference is very short, Wu Mi may not have gone far.

Crows have intelligence comparable to that of humans. They open their beaks and make a hoarse and broken human voice: "Stay behind! Stay behind! Wait for the support of the pillar." The two crows split into two groups, one to find the nearest pillar, the other It is the large army going to the hidden place.

"..."

"..."

The bright moon hangs alone, and the moon's shadow is reflected in the slow-flowing small river. The night is cold and windy, and the dry branches of the willow trees are blown by the wind.

Wild dogs lingered around Yoshihara, seeming to be attracted by the sensual dogs and horses in the fence. Several dogs passed in front of Butterfly Ninja together, each of them was skinny, with messy and dull hair.

She couldn't bear Yuexia's silence, especially when she thought of Dazai still dealing with ghosts in Yoshihara, guilt, anxiety, and hatred for her own weakness, these emotions were overturned and intertwined in her heart one by one.

Butterfly could not bear to look at Yoshiyuki Tomioka beside him, his expression lacked obvious anger, rigid and sluggish.

In fact, Tomioka Yoshiyuki's expression is the same as before, but Butterfly Shinobu somehow felt that he was caught in a whirlpool of self-loathing. This was her sixth sense, and her eyes shifted downwards, and Tomioka Yoshiyuki's nails sank into the flesh.

He bled.

At that moment, Butterfly doubted that he had penetrated Tomioka Yoshiyuki's heart. He was more angry than himself, and spurned on his own weakness.

She whispered, "Mr. Tsushima will be fine."

Yoshiyuki Tomioka reacted a bit.

"He, he is very smart and knowledgeable. He doesn't seem to act impulsively, and he seems to know ghosts very well," Butterfly Shinobi said, "He must have his own way of coping when he stays. We just stay there will cause trouble."

"So you don't have to blame yourself too much."

"..." Tomioka Yoshiyuki nodded slightly.

[To this day, I am finally sure that I will bring bad luck. ]

[All the people I care about and those who appear around me will suffer misfortune. My sister died, and Sato died too. Teacher Dazai dealt with ghosts in order to protect me. ]

He hated the self who was still alive, and recited in his heart a thousand times and ten thousand times, "It would be great if I was the one who died."

but……

"I have to live well."

He only said this to Butterfly Ninja.

[My life is not my own. ]

"Quack, quack, quack——" came the crowing of crows in the distance, and they went back and forth, returning quite in time, and at the same time, there were the brisk footsteps of human beings.

"Pillar—pillar—"

Butterfly Shinobu and Tomioka Yoshiyuki opened their eyes wide.

……

"Huh? Sever fate?"

"You can't even contain me, what big talk?"

Osamu Dazai was lying on the ground on his back, only seeing the prostitute Taro squatting next to him, the sharpest end of the sickle was pressed against his neck, pressing down an inch, the artery would be severed.

He thought about that scene. Out of pressure, blood would spurt from the wound and splash the prostitute Taro's face. After a while, the thin wound would gradually heal, and his lost pupils would return to their usual tranquility .

What will happen to the prostitute Taro, looking at him with astonished eyes?The sickle fell to the ground in shock?

Osamu Dazai laughed out loud, just imagining the other person's expression made him unable to restrain his smile.

"why are you laughing?"

The prostitute Taro was provoked, provoked by Dazai's smile, he became even angrier, and raised his sickle high——

"What are you doing?" Luo Ji's voice came from the entrance of the alley, she put her hands on her hips, she was too indomitable from Dazai's visual point of view, but the prostitute Taro, Dazai, Xiaozhi, and the remains of Ishijiro's murdered people , the chaotic scene made Luo Ji very puzzled, she said hesitantly, "What happened."

The prostitute Taro didn't speak, he didn't think about how to explain it to his silly sister, and Dazai Osamu, he raised his hand that was smeared with blood and mud and could no longer see the color, and waved at the fallen girl comfortably: "Hello, Xiaomei."

Twigs, puppet-like twigs roll their eyes.

She has been like this since Ishijiro disappeared, kneeling silently, lacking human vitality, neither happy nor sad.

If you explain her relationship with Ishijiro, besides the blood siblings, Ishijiro is the anchor point of her belonging to human beings.

[Why live. ]

[Because my brother is still alive. ]

[Why do you have to show emotions. ]

[Because my brother wants me to be a normal person. ]

She may be a little emotional, but it's too weak, and every slight ups and downs of emotion are connected with Ishijiro. Just now, the anchor turned into ashes in front of her, which made it difficult for Xiaozhi to adapt.

[I should be with my brother, not even death can separate us. ]

She sniffed in confusion.

[However, people should avenge their dead relatives, and Mr. Tsushima who killed his brother is not dead yet. ]

Fortunately, Koeda judges that the hooker Taro will kill Osamu Dazai.

——Until Fallen Princess appeared.

"Brother?" She heard Fern Ji Huakui speak hesitantly, and now, the elder brother the other party is talking about is the prostitute Taro.

[not too good. ]

[I heard that you girls become crazy about love. Shimogawaya’s Aiko even cut off her little finger and handed it to her lover. Kyogokuya’s Arashi also eloped with her lover. My brother said that a few years ago there was Shinzao fighting for it. The man stabbed the proprietress to death. ]

Draw conclusions from the stories I have heard - women will become crazy for love.

[And the older brother will always listen to the younger sister. ]

Her eerily linear thinking brings together the prerequisites and arrives at the unthinkable final conclusion that drives Twigs to action.

She overturned the oil barrel that the servant brought to burn her, and the liquid in it poured over Dazai and the prostitute Taro with a splash. The former's fluffy black hair was stuck together by the oil, and the twig held up the flint.

click -

click -

"Stinky girl, what are you doing!" Fallen Princess' scream came along with her belt, for some reason, when the belt passed through Dazai, they lost their original vitality and turned into ordinary silk strands , during this brief gap, Mars falls on the oil.

One spark, two sparks, three...

The prostitute Taro cut a mouthful, he didn't care about Dazai's figure gradually engulfed by the fire, turned over and jumped back, extinguishing the little sparks on his body, at this moment, Luo Ji ran past him like the wind, with a sharp mouth Shouting "Dazai!"

Xiao Zhi was still standing beside Dazai, and Luo Ji's beautiful hands grabbed her head, exerting a little force.

bang——

Red and white everywhere.

"Dazai! Dazai! Dazai!"

Luo Ji screamed frantically, she thought of many things, and sad images poured into her mind, not the burning illusion that had appeared before, which made her feel unceasingly painful, but another one.

While she was burning, someone else was burning as well, someone trying to save herself.

She thought of many, many things, including the human voice passing through the wind when there was only a thin thread of life left.

"This man? Burned."

Perhaps it was between life and death that the flames were burning, her soul left her body, traveled in the wind, and flew back to the top of the house without knowing it. She saw a lot, saw Dazai being stuffed into the house of the three, and saw He was doused with oil, he was seen struggling frantically in the fire, the collapsed eaves fell on him, and the rouge box fell out of his arms.

When he came back that day, he bought a new box of rouge for Luo Ji.

With all that in mind, she screamed to pull the man out of the flames, and frantically beat the flames on him, ignoring her own hair, her own skin, and expensive kimono fabrics into the flames.

The prostitute Taro was stunned.

"Help him!" I heard my younger sister's cry in a trance, "Help him!"

"I can't let him burn a second time."

the second time.

The prostitute Taro was stunned, he thought of his conversation with Dazai.

"Are you burned?"

"how is this possible."

[Liar full of lies——]

The prostitute Taro's brows, nose, and mouth were wrinkled, and a large amount of loess piled up on Dazai's face and body, covering the flames, and the orange light gradually extinguished, leaving a large number of scorched marks on his body.

Falling Princess covered her mouth with both hands, she cried "Idiot, idiot, idiot, idiot-" Is it the Dazai 150 three years ago, or the him now?

"Hey——" the prostitute Taro lifted up the silly sister who was still crying and screaming, "Hurry up, we should go." He said annoyedly, "This guy, he's from the Ghost Killing Squad." Swordsman, who is here now, is not far from the others."

The prostitute Taro said: "We want to change the mimicry and change the place."

Fallen Girl: "What—"

"Xiaomei." The coke said suddenly, with a hoarse voice, "Eat me, Xiaomei." He stretched out his hand and said inexplicable words, "Eat me, you may be able to gain real freedom."

"What nonsense!" Fallen Princess frowned, and refused without even thinking about it. Whether it was her or the prostitute Taro, even at this point, there was a ridiculous situation that she couldn't understand. eat it!

Dazai: "My meat—"

The prostitute Taro didn't give him a chance to defend himself, and even interrupted him hastily, he just said to Jiao Tan: "Don't let me see you again."

"I don't want to see you in my life," he said.

……

Butterfly Kanae dashes into Yoshihara.

She is a very beautiful woman, and she is wearing a dress and uniform. Men of different heights and shapes on the street can't help but look back at her, but Butterfly Chanae runs too fast, and a gust of wind passes by, leaving only a lingering fragrance, which cannot be caught at all. her shadow.

Faster, faster and faster.

"elder brother……"

"Brother, brother"

"elder brother……"

"elder brother……"

Twig's head was crushed into pieces, and a new head slowly grew from the neck, and the first thing to grow was a mouth. She kept shouting meaninglessly one after another.

Dazai looked at the lower half of Xiaozhi's face, neither happy nor sad.

When Butterfly Chanae found her, she saw that the man raised Wakizawa, slashed down mercilessly, and the unrepaired lower half of his face was separated from his neck.

"Brother...Brother"

"elder brother……"

In the end, I will only say this sentence.

Butterfly Kanae looked at Dazai, seeing his clothes burnt for some reason, and his intact face, she quietly breathed a sigh of relief in her heart, as if to adjust the atmosphere, a very gentle and beautiful smile appeared on her face: "It seems that every time I Seeing you, you are all equally embarrassed."

The wind carried Dazai's words into Butterfly Kanae's ear canal.

He said, "Who said it wasn't?"

……

The man and the woman are walking side by side on the flower street. Both of them are very strange. The woman is tall with a knife on her waist and a gorgeous hair ornament on her head. She looks like two butterflies about to fly.

Men, men are much more embarrassed, with dirt everywhere on their faces and hands.

The clouds gathered together silently, blocking the bright moon, and fine raindrops fell from the thick clouds, one by one.

Men and women on the street, some hurried to the veranda to hide from the rain, and some opened the oil-paper umbrellas they carried with them.

The dark red oil-paper umbrella stood out among the many monochrome umbrellas. The umbrella surface drooped slightly, covering half of his face. Only a few strands of blond hair bouncing around could be seen. It was not the vulgar color of gold, so it must be given to him. If there is an adjective for hair color, it is the sun.

The gold of the sun.

The embarrassed Dazai Osamu passed by Tong Mo holding an umbrella.

"Strange." After walking far away, Tong Mo suddenly felt something, holding a fan in his spare left hand, he lightly touched his lips with the bats that were close together.

'It feels so familiar. "

……

150 three years ago.

"The brothers and sisters are so pitiful. A compassionate person like me can't let them go, so I helped them." When Tong Mo spoke, he made a pitiful expression. As if he was infected, he said: "As expected of Mr. Tong Mo, he has a kind heart like a saint."

"—"

The man who was also in a panic walked past him with heavy steps.

Step by step.

It seems to be going to an unknown distance.