Disqualification

[Or not. Butterfly Kanae closed the manuscript, took a deep breath, a new round of intelligence came from the hidden department, pointing out that church members had missionary behavior in the process of distributing relief food, although it is not sure whether those missing women were missionized and whether they developed Becoming a believer is also a direction that can be investigated.

In the ensuing investigation, they found that there were different denominations behind each relief society group, and the contents of their missions were quite different, and those women would queue up at any church that distributed food, which made the investigation more difficult.

[Calm down and think. ]

She pressed her fingers to her temples.

"You can change your way of thinking." Osamu Dazai suddenly appeared in his mind. He sat cross-legged behind a low table, his knees were bent until his calves were suspended above the ground, and they were raised abruptly. Only playful young students would do this posture, but he Unobtrusive as it seems, Dazai is naturally in line with the absurd and uninhibited eccentric style.

"It's like I'm speculating about ghost dance Tsuji Wumi," the knuckles were bit by bit on the table, making a regular "click, click" sound, "use the thinking of ghosts to speculate about ghosts, not people."

Use the thinking of ghosts to speculate about ghosts?

She pulled a piece of paper, dipped the tip of the brush with ink, and the fur on the rabbit's tail was stretched and smooth, and the viscous and thick ink filled the fine gaps between the needle hairs. =xs

Religion, ghosts, believers.

She wrote these words on the paper.

[According to Dazai's analysis of Oni Wu Tsuji, he absolutely does not want to become conspicuous and attract attention, and at the same time he has a strong control over the ghosts under him. ]

She wrote on the paper and concluded that "the sect is not widespread".

[Maintain a small number of believers, and too many believers will become conspicuous. ]

She was hesitant. She didn't believe in religion, and she didn't know how many believers there were. She guessed that no matter what, it would never exceed a thousand.

Another crucial point is how to make believers believe in the existence of gods.

Relying on the religious materials she read earlier, she barely concluded that if a sect wants to survive for a long time, there must be some kind of "miracle", especially a sect with a single person as the center of belief.

"Flesh Buddha" and "living gods that exist in reality".

She left words and phrases on the paper one after another.

……

[How difficult the world is, it is better to join my Bliss Teaching for All Ages. ]

After killing No.18 female believers, Tong Mo realized a problem: [Did you eat too much recently? ]

In front of him, the bodies of 18 people were piled up to form a hill. Every time the people who came in were prepared by believers. Some of the creeds of Wanshi Bliss Sect were directly extracted from Buddhist classics. It is the immortal Buddha. The ice lotus under his seat has thousands of petals, which symbolizes the pure land of bliss.

The number of believers sent to him to be devoured also has symbolic meaning. For example, the eighteen this time represents the eighteen realms, namely six senses, six dusts, and six consciousnesses.

Tong Mo knew their little thoughts, but he never said anything, at most he thought in his heart: "It's so pitiful, where are there gods and Buddhas in this world, even if there are, I'm not one of them. Is there anything more ironic and pitiful than the number of my believers? ]

Just thinking about his ignorant, uneducated followers brought Tong Mo to tears.

After digesting the girls, he waved his fan and pinched two ice men, instructing them to clean up the blood on the tatami, then put on a heavy octagonal hat, and summoned the envoys who served him.The emissary was a middle-aged man, unsmiling, kneeling on the ground humbly, not even daring to look directly at his face.

"There are too many girls who want to go to bliss recently." The tip of the fan was bit by bit on the palm.

Hearing Tong Mo's words, the envoy turned pale with shock and said, "Please forgive me, the leader. I will immediately tell all the believers to let them endure a little longer in this world full of suffering. After the leader recovers his mana, he will send them to bliss."

"That's not necessary." He unfolded the folding fan, and licked his lips with the tip of his tongue on the back of the fan bone, the fresh taste of the young girl and the fragrance of the blood still lingered in his mouth.

[Ah, just thinking about it makes my mouth water. ]

The lips are slightly parted, the cold light of the fangs is looming, and the smooth and sharp teeth are covered by sticky saliva. With the fan as the boundary line, the upper half of the face is full of compassion, and the pupils reflect light of various colors. to describe.

On the lower half of the face, the lips are bright red, the teeth are white, and there is only greed and hunger on the tip of the tongue.

This is a ghost.

"There are more people who joined the religion recently than I thought." Tong Mo hinted with a smile.

The envoy immediately understood: "This year's harvest in the whole country is not good, severe famines are coming to Northeast China and other places, and even the disaster in Tokyo is very serious." He said, "There is a devout believer working in Tokyo. In the process of distributing relief food, he met many poor women living in misery, they were moved by the compassionate heart of the leader, and they wanted to enter the world of bliss from the bottom of their hearts."

[I don't think they are very heartfelt. ] Tong Mo thinks of the women's faces, showing daze and ignorance. Rather than believing in gods, it is better to say that they are speculators who have been tricked and abducted. What did the person who led them into the religion say?It is said that this is the kingdom of God, where you can eat white, fat and round rice, and can you go to bliss after death?

[Oh, there are believers who think about me and are good at preaching. As the leader, I should be happy, but no matter what, there are no waves in my heart.Master Wu Mi seems to be very worried that the sect will expand too much and attract the attention of bugs. If he finds out the behavior of believers, he will definitely cut off my head and kick it as a ball, right? ]

It's terrible.

[However, let’s enjoy it for a while before Master Wu Mi finds out, even if I am reprimanded, crushed into pieces of flesh and blood, Master Wu Mi will not kill me, will he? ]

There is no substitute for winding.

Tong Mo sees it more clearly than anyone else, and also perceives the torrent of the times that is about to wash away before anyone else.

Something is about to change.

[By the way, in order to reward my dear believer for his good deeds, I will grant him bliss when he visits the shrine next time. ]

[This is my great kindness as the leader. ]

……

Mami carried a heavy wooden barrel to the upper reaches of the river bank. It was just dawn, and the adults went out to work with tired steps. No matter what their appearance was, their faces always had something in common, such as deep-set eye sockets, black holes two feet wide under the eyes Green, curly beard, greasy hair... and a rigid expression.

It's not like a living person at all.

When those people walked past her, there would always be a cold air from her tailbone, rushing straight to Tianling Gai.

She was scared.

"What are you afraid of?" The silky male voice reminded her of the ancient shamisen, and there would be a lingering sound when she waved it. She twitched her back, and even the wooden stick that beat her clothes fell on the bluestone board.

When did Osamu Dazai appear behind her?Mami's heart was pounding, and her messy mood was definitely not caused by a young girl's deer. She knew that Mr. Reporter was good-looking, and that was definitely not something that a rude poor family like her could imagine.

"Reporter... sir?"

Dazai smiled: "Are you afraid of them?" He was sharp and aggressive, "What are you afraid of? Afraid that you will become like them? Overwhelmed by the burden of life, a living walking dead?"

I……

She opened her mouth like a dehydrated stupid fish, and Mami didn't know how to answer, she, she admitted deep down, that the culture of coldness hit her biggest fear in the dead corner of her concept.

She didn't want to be the living dead.

"Sorry." When Butterfly Kanae came, she saw Mami's face full of astonishment, fear and distraction, she sighed again, "No matter what he said, please don't care." She comforted, "We just He came to conduct an in-depth investigation, he, I mean Mr. Tsushima, Mr. He said he saw you, so he came to say hello first."

"Oh, oh." Mami subconsciously twisted two fingers, and they twisted into twists, "What do you want to investigate?"

"Same as last time, extensively investigate the living conditions of women in Hexia District. At the same time, we hope to know whether food prices have affected your basic life." The excuse was found long ago. Butterfly Kanae's gentle tone and appropriate speed of speech It made Mami let go of the guardedness provoked by Dazai, "We will pay the subjects under investigation."

"Okay." She breathed a sigh of relief, then hesitated, "I have to wait until I finish washing today's clothes."

Dazai said: "We will give you an extra reward." He played with words with the tip of his tongue, "As a thank you fee."

Mami became more and more ashamed, she, she didn't quite mean that, but Dazai's eyesight was too sharp, he could see all her small thoughts clearly at a glance, pulling out all the dark thoughts that should not be exposed to the sun.

"I, wait for me to send the clothes back first." She grabbed the wooden bucket and ran away, "Wait for me."

There were only the two of them in the upper reaches of the river, and since the last time they parted, the two have never met again. Osamu Dazai watched Mami leave, and pointed his sharper lips than a gun to Kanae Butterfly: "Did you check?" Anything, Miss Kanae?" he said, "I'm sure you've got something."

"I... found several small churches." Kanae considered, "They were all found from the records of the local chronicles. Most of the churches were established in the mountains, and there were legends about the immortality of the leader or the Buddha in the flesh. The next mission If the names of these small sects appear during the investigation, then there is a high possibility that ghosts are behind it."

"Thank you, Mr. Dazai, for your reminder." She struggled for a long time, and finally decided not to ask anything.

Kanae originally wanted to ask, what happened?Teacher, you seem to be much harsher than before, but when she thought about it, she felt that she never knew much about Dazai. From his writing, it can be seen that Teacher Dazai already has sharp eyes to pierce the pedantic skin of society.

[He just decided not to look on, no longer to be a stranger, but when facing the bloody tragedy, he was too mocking. ]

Sometimes Kanae thinks, who is he mocking, is it the person in front of him, or... himself?

"No, this is just a hypothesis." Dazai said, "Not to mention being able to investigate the sects in the local chronicles with a few words, you definitely spent more time than I imagined." After finishing this sentence, he seemed casually said, "Speaking of which, the female doctor who gave you the news, did she say anything else?"

"Miss Zhushi?" Kanae said, "No, she didn't. I didn't do volunteer work during this time, not to mention that Miss Zhushi only mentioned it to me out of concern for the missing women in Hexia District. More ideas."

"I heard that Ms. Zhushi is going to relocate the clinic, and she will move to a big house that can treat more patients."

"That's it." He didn't continue to ask, as if the female doctor was just a stranger mentioned casually.

Mami hadn't come back yet, Osamu Dazai seemed a little bored, walking down the gurgling stream, Kanae the butterfly followed behind him, looking at Dazai's straight back and lonely figure.

"You have to know," he said, "if, assuming that the inferences about religion are correct, then you will be dealing with the pope of a long-standing sect, or even the gods of the earth in the hearts of the people, which often means that more than ordinary ghosts Longer time and greater power."

"The change of the lower string is very fast. I heard that the active Zhu has killed the twelve ghost moons, but the upper string has not changed for a hundred years."

[Dazai-sensei is reminding me. ]

Butterfly Kanae decided to interpret it as the teacher's hidden concern: "Mr. Dazai, you are right, of course, so far we haven't even found out whether there is a church, everything is still speculation."

"But I have considered all the issues you mentioned. I believe in the teacher's speculation. There is a high probability that the speculation will become a reality." She said, "I hope I will be lucky enough to meet the twelve ghost moons and break the hundred-year history. An unshakable balance."

"At that time, when I come back, I hope Mr. Dazai can talk to me." She said, "Language is magical, and no matter how relaxed and happy the communication is, it can always soothe the emotions."

"..." Dazai chuckled lightly.

"Then, I hope the Crow will not bring back news of your death."

"If our inference is true."

The author has something to say: ...the crocodile is worthy of being a crocodile...

i grew up

(I was really abused, I swallowed the knife)