Disqualification

This is a conversation that took place 150 years ago. twenty one

"Have you ever heard of the blue Bana flower? Taro the prostitute?" It was a hot, wet afternoon, and the playgirls put on the thinnest bathrobes. Beads of sweat smothered in the armpits.

Men don’t enter Flower Street until after the sun goes down. After the sun goes down, there will be a breeze at night. The wind is often humid and dull, but it’s better than the windless morning.

The place where they live is close to the only water source in Huajie, and there is a clump of blue flowers growing beside the stream.

The scorching sun evaporated the remaining water in the petals, and the whole cluster of flowers was sticky and the leaves were wrinkled. The prostitute Taro just came back from the outside. He was entrusted by the proprietress of the tea house to ask for debts from the guests. When he got up from the bed, he said that he had no money. He chopped off Lao Lai's thumb with a sickle, and he screamed like a pig for half an hour.

The smell of cheap powder in the Younv's room seeps into the nostrils, Lao Lai's screams can be heard endlessly, and the prostitute Taro is so irritable that he has no mood to pay attention to Dazai's petty feelings of a literati.

Bored, he turned over and turned his butt to He Chuan: "No."

Xiaomei walked in with her bare feet, her nails were full of dirt particles, she was so poor that she only had a pair of clogs, the clog rope broke yesterday, and it has not been repaired today, she opened her fingers, and threw a bunch of wilted blue flowers in front of Osamu Dazai: "Don't bother him, he's driven mad by the smell of the ugly girl."

"Your blue other shore flower." She heard Dazai's words at the door, and cut off the stem.

Dazai said, "Oiran would not be so barbaric."

"Huh?" Xiaomei sneered, "I'm not even a prostitute, tell me that." She added, "Which of those ugly girls is prettier than me."

This is the configuration of a family of three, a good-looking but down-and-out poor literati, a beautiful but rude and stupid younger sister, and an ugly but shrewd brother who can fight.

The house is bare and well ventilated. In winter, the north wind blows to death, but in summer, it is just right. The three people who have no work lie on the ground. Xiaomei rolled around twice and felt bored, so she said to Dazai: "I will pick all the flowers for you." Come back, tell me what the blue Bana flower is."

"Nothing."

"Huh?" Xiaomei was sure that the bastard was fooling herself, "Then what are you talking about."

Dazai said: "I just thought of this incident suddenly, and I will tell you as a joke." He said, "A long time ago, I met a person who asked everywhere about the whereabouts of the blue Bana flower."

"Blue symbolizes the sky and the sea, and Bianhua is synonymous with Santuchuan. The sky, land and sea cannot be connected together anyway." He said, "So the blue Bianhua itself is like a peach blossom garden and neverland. could never exist."

"What doesn't exist is the blue Bana flower."

Xiaomei barely suppressed her temper and listened to him: "After talking so much, what exactly do you want to say?"

"I don't want to say anything." Dazai turned over, "It's just boring, let me tell you a joke."

The prostitute Taro commented: "I can't find a joke at all, you should watch more Noh plays."

……

"!"

The hooker Taro opened his eyes abruptly.

"Squeak - squeak - squeak -"

Upside-down ceilings, template rooms with different modules, log corridors hovering in mid-air, paper doors and screens that open and close one after another, paintings from different eras on the walls, flowers and birds in the Song Dynasty, Oda Nobunaga The fierce tiger of the times, the beauty painting of Meng Er...

Infinite City.

"Brother?" Xiaomei was of course with the prostitute Taro, "What are you thinking?"

"No, no." He tried hard to erase the dream scene from his memory. The conversations from the past were like a group of dead souls that lingered on his body. Beads of sweat covered his back.

[Calm, calm, calm. ]

He thought desperately: [Don't let Lord Wu Mi know what I'm thinking. ]

Is it really possible?

This is a once-in-a-year gathering in the Infinite City. For a hundred years, there has been no reduction in staff and no increase in numbers. As usual, Mr. Wu Mi asked about the whereabouts of the blue Bianhua. From the day he became a ghost, this mission has been rooted in the prostitute. Inside Taro's brain.

[Does the blue Bana really exist?Is Dazai's words trustworthy? ]

[Also, if it exists, it is impossible to find it for hundreds of years. Some people say that Master Wuyou lived from the Heian-kyo era to the present, almost a thousand years have passed, and there is still no clue...]

[No, no, you can’t think about this. ]

"What are you thinking?" A deep male voice came from above, and the prostitute Taro almost fell to the ground.

[was, discovered? ]

"What are you thinking, Tong Mo?" Five fingers sneaked into Tong Mo's head like cutting tofu. Everyone is familiar with this situation. In the past hundred years, no, perhaps earlier, Tong Mo Jumping repeatedly on the limit of endurance, even Lord Wu Mi has a subtle disgust for him.

His head was kicked off, crushed, and beheaded with a knife. Except for the prostitute Taro who can still maintain superficial respect for himself and his sister's savior, every member of Shangxian has nothing but endless dislike for him, including Fallen princess.

Naruto fiddled with the shamisen and made a "clang" sound, and disappeared into the Infinite City without a tragic figure. Hei Shimou knelt behind the bamboo curtain woven, and Yi Wozao stepped across the disgusting scene expressionlessly. Blood foam and brain matter, tendons and smooth muscles grew rapidly from Tong Mo's broken neck, and granulation squirmed on his pale face.

He wiped his face, Tong Mo did look good, maybe it was because of his talent, the words "gentle scum" were written all over his face, he was handsome, but he was too evil.

Regardless of Luo Ji's cry of "Why are you bowing to that dead man", the prostitute Taro bowed to Tong Mo and said, "Then we'll leave first, Mr. Tong Mo." Express your gratitude to Tong Mo.

No matter what the reason for him to help himself and Xiaomei, it opened a new life for them that can be called happiness.

"Ah, it's Taro the prostitute." Tong Mo took out his folding fan out of nowhere, "I went to Yoshiwara a few days ago." He said, "I wanted to visit you and Yuji, but I didn't find you Two, are you out?"

Fallen Ji let out an incomparably loud "Huh?"

The prostitute Taro hurriedly said: "I apologize to you on her behalf, Mr. Tong Mo." He responded impeccably, "Yoshihara has not been peaceful recently, and many sons of the public officials' families died here. The position is high and the police are also involved in the management. Master Wuyou once said that he hoped that we could lurk and not create troubles, and not affect the attention of official organizations. We are preparing to transfer the location."

"So, that's how it is." Tong Mo said, "You really deserve to be you, my cautious junior." He changed his words again, "No, with our relationship of knowing each other for hundreds of years, it's not an exaggeration to call us close friends. Human beings have known each other for 20 years. A year is a close friend, and our relationship is at least five times as deep as that of ordinary people."

Luo Ji: "Who is friends with you disgusting guy, vomit!"

Taro the prostitute: "No, I dare not, Mr. Tong Mo." He pressed the head of Luo Ji and said, "Apologize to Mr. Tong Mo."

"no no no."

"Speaking of it." The hard edge of the fan wrapped in gold leaf touched his lips little by little, "I remembered something when I went to Yoshiwara this time."

"Don't you remember the third family you lived with? Taro the prostitute?"

[click——]

It was the voice from the heart of the prostitute Taro, he wanted to look back at Xiaomei to see if she made a weird expression.

[Among all the ghosts, Tong Mo is the most disgusting one. ]

[His divinity even surpassed Lord Wu Mi. ]

[No emotion, no obsession. ]

"Boom—" The head that had grown so hard was smashed into fleshy foam under the heavy blow, leaving only the body, and the blood foam accurately polluted Tong Mo's clothes, Yi Wozuo turned back and smashed expressionlessly Child grinding the head.

"Although he is your transformation person, there is no need to be so polite." Yi Wozuo said succinctly, "This guy is a scum, if you don't like it, just behead him."

A secret known to everyone except Tong Mo, he is the most annoying one in the ghost pile.

"Thank you, Mr. Yiwoza." The prostitute Taro's gratitude was not fake.

"铛, 铛, 铛——" Ming Nu plucked the strings one by one, and every time she plucked, there was one less person in the Infinite City.

As soon as the prostitute Taro landed, he heard his sister yelling: "You are not doing well today."

[To hell with it. ]

Recalling the dream with trepidation, and muttering in her heart that she must never let the brainless Xiaomei know that she can't control her expression at all, and can't hide her heart in front of Mr. Wu Mi.

[etc. ]

The hooker Taro opened his eyes wide.

[Master Wu Mi can hear the voices of ghosts, most of the time he just has no time to do so, but in the infinite city, all the ghosts are in his territory, our hearts should also be like a whiteboard where we can scribble words at will , naked in front of him. ]

[Tong Mo's head was crushed because he thought of something outrageous. ]

He thought that his thoughts were even more rebellious, but Mr. Wu Mi didn't say anything more, that is to say, he didn't hear his own voice, especially the part about the blue Bana flower.

This thought made him even more horrified, and at the same time, there was a vague "eat me" that drilled into his mind.

"I ate, I ate, I ate, I ate, I ate, I..."

"Eat me and you will be free."

"Let me die, let me die so that I can be your food, eat me, eat me, eat me..."

His hairs stood on end and he broke out in a cold sweat, as if a phantom of Dazai appeared in front of his eyes so that he had to take a few steps back in order to dispel the fear in his heart, Luo Ji couldn't help but look at him and said: "Is there something wrong with you today. "

"No." He immediately retorted fiercely.

"—" Luo Ji looked at him like an idiot.

[If you believe me, there will be ghosts! ]

"..." The prostitute Taro also knew that his reaction was wrong, he hesitated for a while and said, "If you say, Dazai wants you to eat him."

"Ha, that lunatic has finally developed to this point." Luo Ji sneered, "His suicide path is so fast that he doesn't even care about the pain."

Osamu Dazai is a person who is very, very afraid of pain. If necessary, he can endure severe torture, but in daily life, he will yell because of a little pain. Xiaomei said, "You are still not a man!"

"It has nothing to do with being a man," he said.

"I just simply hate pain so much."

"Bastard, you have a good idea, who will do what he asks!" Luo Ji's anger was punctured, she was stern, she walked back and forth, circling around in place, "Shit, idiot! How dare you join the ghost killing team? Sure enough, he should be killed at that time!" Luo Ji said, "Let him die! I don't want to see him for the rest of my life!"

"Ok."

The prostitute Taro said: "Okay."

"I haven't seen him in my life."

……

／The air in Kyoto is much better than that in Tokyo, and the buildings here are also completely Japanese-style buildings. Sometimes I look at the foggy weather in Tokyo and worry whether it will become the next London. Xiaozhuang, you should also go to Kyoto to recuperate more...／

／Yoshihara is just as I imagined, a place full of stories. As a writer, I was very lucky. I encountered the rare case of the death of the son of a public servant and collected enough material within a few days. In addition, I I also went deep into the streets and alleys inhabited by vagrants and syphilitic wanderers. Xiaozhuang, if you come here to see, you will definitely sigh what hell on earth... /

At this point, Dazai stopped writing and thought carefully about the reaction Xiao Zhuang would give. If he saw the unattended corpse of a wandering girl surrounded by flies, he would definitely hold the wall and spit out the acid water in his stomach bag. At the same time, it will also criticize "I" for taking risks.

He changed his style of writing and began to tell the story of the brother and sister Ishijiro and Xiaozhi:

/ Only Hualiu Street can cultivate this kind of touching and deformed brother-sister relationship. The best thing is that even if they committed heinous crimes, outsiders are still full of sympathy for them. Why this happens, in the final analysis, is because The existence of Huajie is too deformed. Out of the most basic humanitarian heart, I also want to describe the story of the brothers and sisters, so that more people can understand... /

／This article may be obstructed by the minister before it is published, but I have received enough obstruction and controversy. If there are lawyer letters, critical articles, etc. sent to the newspaper, please block it.../

/ I heard that being a writer is a high-risk occupation in the era of war. With my writing style, a bullet may come at any time. There are more and more frictions between the nobles and the people, and the relationship between the various factions is also intricate... /

He casually published a series of judgments on current politics, thinking that editor Xiao Zhuang would be terrified, and wished to snatch the pen away from him.

After writing the letter, he put the paper on the table and waited for the ink to dry. There were two stacks of manuscript paper on the rectangular low table. The thicker stack had the words "Yoshihara Tale" written on it, and the other thin stack, More than ten pages, the name is "Yoshihara Elegy".

Under normal circumstances, such titles would be the stories of Younv or even Oiran. Dazai didn’t like that. Women are not considered stories.

More realistic, more beautiful, and more tragic.

"咚咚-"

"excuse me."

Butterfly pushed the door open and came in: "Your knife has been well maintained, Mr. Dazai."

After Butterfly Kanae came, Shuji Tsushima's pseudonym was broken. Butterfly Shinobu finally knew why he looked familiar to her. Dazai Osamu's photo was once on the literary front page of newspapers in Tokyo. Even if she didn't like reading novels, The students around me are also fans of Dazai, and reading his novels has become a fashion among students in Tokyo, and fashionable young people will buy a copy to pretend to be.

The sword needs maintenance, especially after killing a ghost, but Dazai handed his Wakizai to Tomioka Yoshiyuki and said, "I'm not a swordsman, and I don't know how to handle it. Please clean it up for me."

The two of them ended up not at the mansion in Kyoto, where Dazai seldom goes, but at Butterfly House. Butterfly Kanae’s mansion is in a small town near Kyoto. She also came back for business this time when she went back and forth between the two capitals. How could she know such a coincidence? As soon as he got off the public carriage, he was run over to save others. Osamu Dazai said he was not injured, but his clothes were burnt black, and his face was covered with dust. The medically-sounding Butterfly sisters were not sure that he was not injured, so they simply pulled him down. Butterfly House was diagnosed and treated together.

Tomioka Yoshiyuki stayed in the Butterfly House for a long time and went on to the next task without stopping. Wakizawa was finally maintained by Butterfly Ninja.

"I wrote an article about Xiaozhi's story." He said to Butterfly Ninja who was about to retreat.

Hearing the name, her eyelids trembled.

"You are not at all different from your sister." He was casual, no, maybe he deliberately said the last thing people want to hear, "She is tall, you are petite, she has outstanding strength, and your wrists are too slender to be beheaded, she is fine. It is because you have compassion in your heart after going through hell, and your heart is full of anger."

"What I want to know is, would you be angry with Xiaozhi, a ghost you know who hasn't eaten people?"

"No, it won't." She said firmly, "I only hate murderous ghosts, and Xiaozhi helped me."

"You can't say that either." Dazai said again, "If you found out that you were saved by an evil ghost one day, what would you think?"

[Ha, what's the mess? ]

Butterfly Shinobu couldn't figure out the man's thinking and his motives at all.

She suddenly remembered an incident reported by Yin. The fern girl and oiran who took them in before never returned that night in the downtown area. Many people suspected that she fled with Dazai. Who told them that they were so close, and someone saw Dazai and her again. Leave together in a rickshaw.

"Fern Ji Oiran." Butterfly Ninja asked, "Is she all right?"

[Although she has a bad temper and beats and scolds Xinzao every now and then, she doesn't treat us badly. ]

Providing free food and drink, and raising Dazai Osamu, she should like Dazai very much no matter what.

"Is she safe?"

Dazai looked at Butterfly Shinobu, and burst out laughing suddenly: "Puchi ha ha ha ha ha ha—" He wanted to see something extremely funny, so he held his stomach, twitched with laughter, and was speechless.

Butterfly Ninja: "..."

Got offended.

"It's really the finishing touch of the finishing touch."

Dazai said, "You are really interesting."

"..."

"Excuse me." Dongdong, who is going to finger the wall?

When Butterfly Chanae walked into the room, her sister's patience had reached its limit, with crosses raised all over her head.

"Do you have time, Mr. Dazai?"

Butterfly Kanae novel: "Here is something I think you will be very interested in."

"Please speak, please speak." Dazai said.

……

/ This is the best news I've heard this year. /

Butterfly Kanae flattened the lord's letter and wrote this sentence on the header.

/ It is the best thing that he is willing to help. This indicates that things are changing for the better, and fate may have a turning point in our generation. /

/What can be believed is that he will never harm our actions. If there is anything that cannot be resolved, Kanae, you can directly discuss it with Dazai. One of my elders believes that he is the most intelligent person in the world one……/

/ This incident is different from the past, it involves more, and needs to be handled carefully. I have a very bad estimate of the protagonist behind the disappearance, please proceed with caution. /

"That's it." Butterfly Kanae.

Dazai pinched the investigation materials: "Civilian women are missing?" He turned the page, "And are they all women with good looks?"

"That's right." Butterfly Chanae nodded, "I also discovered this by accident during volunteer activities."

"Jisheng School has recently established contact with organizations with church backgrounds, and will send apprentices from the school to do volunteer work to treat the poor. I have also learned about the living habits of many of them."

"Most poor people don't earn enough to feed their families even if they work a day, especially if they have a lot of children. In this case, people will go to charity organizations to queue up to receive subsidized food."

"Subsidized food?" Dazai asked.

"It's a form of charity that was introduced from abroad." She said, "In general, it provides regular small amounts of food to those who don't have enough to eat, and to a certain extent curbs the number of starvation deaths in Tokyo's slums."

"Hmm." Dazai said, "It's a method that treats the symptoms but not the root cause."

"Then?"

"Then, someone told me." Butterfly Chana Hui said, "Some people who received life-support food disappeared quietly."

"Hmm." Dazai asked, "Who gave you this news, your fellow volunteer?"

"You can say that." Butterfly Kanae said, "It's an outstanding female doctor in the same group, Miss Zhushi."

[Sometimes, even I am amazed by the interestingness of fate, the dodging people you are desperately trying to escape, at a certain point in time, gather together and appear in front of you in an unimaginable form. ]

[I'm thinking, if I reject Miss Lovely's request for help this time, will I walk out of the alleyway one day and run into her head-on or pass by her when I turn around the corner? ]

"It's interesting." Dazai said, "It's really interesting."

The afterimages of history that I don't want to see are one after another, scrambling to break free from the long river of time and space, and jumping in front of me.

[I am neither a human nor a ghost, a monster that cannot die. ]