Disqualification

[My memory is very good. ]

[It’s not a good thing for humans, even for ghosts. Even Master Wu Mi is often imprisoned in the memory of the past. There was a joke about 43 years ago. I passed by a tavern in Kyushu. Iwate southern wind chime, who would have thought that there would be a five-light-shaped flower card hanging at the bottom. ]

When he came back to his senses, the flower card had already been torn into pieces by the ghost's sharp claws, and the dark green hanging curtain had turned into pine needles, with uneven edges, and the cloth surface seemed to have been pierced by three thousand silver needles at once, and it was riddled with holes .

The most pitiful ones may be the owner and the guests of the tavern, how pitiful, they just want to drink warm sake on late autumn nights, but just like the countless days and nights before, they set up bamboo poles with floating curtains to make some small books To do business, you will have to suffer from heavy rain erosion, high winds and natural disasters.

Tong Mo had heard Mr. Wu Mi's literary analogy, describing himself as an unpredictable natural disaster. At that time, he thought that Mr. Wu Mi was not at all like a noble son who had survived the Heianjing era. soft.

People were cut into countless small pieces, the minced meat was mixed with brains to smear the cracks on the floor, Tong Mo lost the memory of 5 minutes ago, he could only guess, when he saw the sun wheel flower card, the cells in the body of Wu Mi burst out hotter than magma out of fear, manipulating his body to kill people for miles around.

He discovered a weakness of Mr. Wu Mi - the sun wheel flower card.

The concept of fear did not exist in Tong Mo's mind, so he jumped up and down and asked, "Master Wu Mi, how can you be afraid of a flower card?"

Master Wu Mi crushed his head into pieces.

Getting back to the topic, the above narration is just to prove that Tong Mo not only has a good memory, but also that what happened in the past, good or bad, cannot affect or harm him. When he was a child, he witnessed his mother hacking to death and his father who had sex with a female priest. Feeling nothing but trouble for himself, memory was like a movie played forward for him.

——Stories and emotions belong to others.

This is a good thing, and it is not a good thing. When Tong Mo is bored, he will think about what emotion is and why emotion drives people to do extreme and irrational behavior. He wants to know what is sadness, what is pain, and what is despair. numbness.

[I heard that people who are desperate to numb have dark eyes. ]

His thinking is like a dandelion, which floats into the boundless sky when the wind blows. In the vast sky, even the roots that give birth to pompoms cannot control the direction of flight.

[Before, how long ago, I saw a few pairs of eyes without light. ]

"Lord Tong Mo." The believer's summons came from outside the paper door with paintings of firebirds and Buddha. Tong Mo pouted and straightened the octagonal crown. He doesn't like the current envoy. What's the fun of the old man, even if it is Meat has a rotten smell of firewood, but he is indeed loyal, and after knowing the truth of the Paradise, he devotes himself to serving himself more fanatically.

Master Tong Mo is very smart, he knows that if he wants to have long-term peace and stability, he needs useful subordinates.

"The new believers have been settled." He didn't dare to look directly at the god's face from across the door, and he had to kowtow to show his fanaticism for the gods. "Also, the recent purchase of properties by the sect in Tokyo, Osaka and other places... ..."

Tong Mo listened nonchalantly, he didn't care much about vulgar things, just having a steady stream of wealth from believers would make him handsome, not to mention that Tong Mo didn't care about material things.

"Master Messenger..." Another low-level believer came from the other end of the corridor, knelt down beside the majestic middle-aged man, and whispered to him. Just as Tong Mo was wondering if something had happened, he saw that he always cherished "with the gods" The envoy of "Together with Time" apologized to him: "There seems to be an urgent matter in the church. Please allow me to retire first, and then report other things after the subdued, and go to heaven to listen."

"Go, let's go." Tong Mo simply stretched his legs, lay on his side on the lotus seat, his thoughts were flying wildly.

[Where did you think of just now?It seems to be talking about men...]

……

The closer you get to ghosts, the stronger their aura is that they are different from living people. It is said that Shangxian ghosts have perfect mimicry and can disguise themselves as humans. Only swordsmen at the pillar level can see through the disguise

There were quite a few people around the temple, all wearing white clothes like a uniform, eight of them walked in two teams, the two walking in the front carried lanterns, illuminating the half-circle of dense forest around the temple, and everyone behind them took guns.

The cost of the gun is low, as long as the iron head is enough, Butterfly Kanae is squatting in the bushes. She is not sure what the patrolling people are defending. To be honest, she hopes that these people are guarding the temple from being invaded by wild animals. Rather than guarding against intruders or people trying to flee.

How to do?Butterfly Chanahui thought about it. First of all, she had to determine the definition of the sect. She didn’t know the teachings of the Bliss Sect. The only thing she was sure of was that they enshrined ogre ghosts. With the blessing of Torcha’s information, she added many small religious communities and local folk customs knowledge of faith.

The core member of a sect who is closest to the leader must know the truth about ghost cannibalism. Butterfly Kanae concluded that the worst situation is nothing more than facing an entire sect of ogre followers, and she not only has to fight ghosts but also Fight against humans.

When the patrol team walked away, she and Osamu Dazai ushered in a gap period, Butterfly Kanae said in a low voice: "Go in directly, find the leader, and try not to conflict with the believers." She hopes to complete an assassination.

Dazai said, "Do you think we can escape unscathed?"

"If we are found to have killed their leader, we will definitely smash the crazy believers into pieces."

"Then try not to be discovered." Butterfly Chana Hui said, "Come quietly, go quietly."

[I like her more and more. ] Dazai thought, [How should I describe it, a good person with a brain?He will examine moderation and never become a burden to others. Sure enough, there is something special about having a Kanae-like personality and being able to live to this day. ]

"You have to run slower." He said to Butterfly Chanae, "You have to let me keep up with you."

Butterfly Kanae still doesn't understand why Osamu Dazai insists on keeping up with her, but when she sees the other's elusive smiling face, she feels that she should trust him, believe in what might happen, a [-]% successful future.

After observing several groups of duty shifts, Dazai calculated the interval time. There is a way in the temple where there is no one guarding the side door and it leads directly into the courtyard. His feet are on the hollow floor, and his steps are lighter than that of a bird. Butterfly Kanae was originally worried that Dazai would make a sound Fortunately, he ran briskly and did not disturb anyone.

[Which way should I go? ] She has never been in contact with temple architecture. Unlike ordinary Japanese-style houses, the paper doors on both sides are on the same level. The artist who drew the drawing may be the living Yoshihide who came out of Akutagawa Ryunosuke's "Hell Change", vivid and detailed The grand scene of hell was drawn so vividly that Osamu Dazai almost thought that he had opened a path in the firelight. You see, the orange flames on the scroll were dancing, and when the wind blew, the fire spread from the area of ​​the gate to the On the ground, the Yaksha holding a trident opened his mouth wide, and stared at the intruder with round, Tongling-sized eyes.

This endless road made Butterfly Kanae very uncomfortable. They passed by many rooms the size of eight tatami mats, and heard the sound of people breathing through a door. Some people may have fallen asleep on the back of the hell-changing screen. , and some are still praying.

"Turn left." Before the intersection, he slammed on the brakes, and before he hesitated in which direction to run, he heard Dazai Osamu's instruction, and he commanded with great confidence.

The building in the museum hardly conforms to the spatial structure. It looks very large on the outside, but not on the inside. Dazai thought of a subtle metaphor, like drawing a thin line on white paper, but some unknown force The lines are distorted and reorganized, and the two-dimensional three-dimensional becomes three-dimensional or four-dimensional.

vampirism.

He snapped his fingers.

Invisible power emerged from under his feet and penetrated into the texture of the floor. It was like flowing water, vaporized and diffused to fill the holes in the pine wood. The space was distorted and deformed. Butterfly Kanae raised her head as if feeling something, and saw the last A door suddenly came into view.

The thin paper couldn't resist the cold air from inside, and she suddenly realized that the artist had outlined the icy hell on the screen with pen and ink.

"Ah, ah." The cold air is wrapped in a sweet and greasy aroma. No, it cannot be generalized as sweet and greasy. If you let a lady who is good at tasting fragrance judge, you will definitely say that this is the finished product of three layers of fragrance. The remote and noble lotus fragrance can The sandalwood that calms people's hearts, the ancient Buddha's green lamp mentioned in Chinese poetry may be the current situation.

And there is...

"A guest has come." Tong Mo held a amputated limb in his right hand. He turned his head halfway, and there was a circle of blood at the corner of his mouth. Ghosts are like wild animals when they eat people. There is no cooking, no etiquette, only animal nature, and low-level ghosts even have pupils. are erected.

The taste of blood.

Tong Mo's appearance subverted Butterfly Chana Hui's usual imagination of ghosts. Before seeing the numbers in his pupils clearly, what attracted more attention was his demeanor, which had no animal nature, even compassionate eyes, and raised eyebrows. It seems to indicate the joy in his heart. All in all, this is really an indescribable expression, as if it was taken from the face of a bodhisattva in a temple and copied and pasted on his face.

Ghost phase.

It is not the evil ghosts that attack the countryside at night in folklore, but more abstract, ghost faces drawn on Buddhist scrolls.

The strange thing is that the moment she met her eyes, she actually felt that this ghost had similarities with Mr. Dazai, no, of course not to insult his similarities, but a deeper level...

[Inhuman. ]

"She is a lovely lady, and there is..." In most cases, Tong Mo didn't care about men, but he was able to find the members of the ghost killing team of Wanshi Bliss Sect, and even broke into the innermost room. People are so amazing, they must be one of the best elites in the team, so Tong Mo thought that respect should be given to elites, especially when they are about to die.

"Huh?" His hand holding the woman's small arm was hanging in the air, and the fingers of his left hand poked at his lips, and the uncoagulated blood dragged out a distorted finger mark, "Have I seen you?"

This was the first sentence he said to Dazai.

……

Tong Mo has a good memory.

He won't forget anything, at best, there is no trigger point to wake up the memory.

Just like when he came back from Huajie, he asked the prostitute Taro if he thought of the third family member. It was because a certain person and a certain picture in Huajie suddenly brought back his memories of a hundred years ago, but Tong Mo didn’t go into it. Look, the prostitute Taro said no, as a kind-hearted senior who loves to support others, how could he pursue it?

[Recent memory point, let me think about it, I have it, is it in Yoshiwara, this gentleman was supported by a lady and brushed past me, ah, it is the lady of the Ghost Killing Squad in front of me, the butterfly headdress It's too obvious, but how can I forget that there is a woman as beautiful as her? ]

[But that was by no means the first time I saw a man's face, think about it carefully, and recall carefully. ]

He pondered over it, and pulled out another picture from his mind, as if it was when he went to Kiyomizu Temple 50 years ago.

Tong Mo is a responsible leader. During the long period of time, he occasionally had a whim and tried to understand some of the teachings fabricated by the believers, so he went to Qingshui Temple. At that time, Luo Ji was still an oiran in Yoshiwara. She seemed to like the world very much. The first flower street.

The sandalwood from Kiyomizu Temple smells very good, and the Buddhists walking up the stairs across Qianbaishi Street don’t look like his followers. They don’t have fanaticism on their faces and their eyes are very quiet.

It was rare for him to change out of the capacious robe of the leader, and he only wore the most plain dark blue feather weaving, and walked up the mountain with wooden clogs staggering like a human being.

A man was tying a lantern to a tree, Tong Mo just turned around boredly, and met the man's eyes.

Somehow, I just remembered.

[It was also more than 100 years ago, when Luo Ji and the others became ghosts, or earlier?I remember one day when I went to Huajie to look for Rihezi, the proprietress said no, because Rihezi was keeping a portrait, and hired a well-known artist to help her paint. ]

[I said: "Sounds really interesting, can I go and have a look?" The proprietress couldn't stop the benefactor, and opened a small door for me. ]

[Hiwako's back is facing me, I can only see the painter. ]

He shook the iron fan out from his wide sleeves, and the fan spread slightly to cover the lower half of his face: "In terms of human beings, is it possible to make grandfathers, fathers, sons, and grandchildren all look exactly the same?" he said. , "This... sir."

[Why? ] Butterfly Kanae was stunned.

Tong Mo's eyes were half-opened, as if a gap was squeezed by a smile: "Otherwise, how could I have seen the exact same face as yours three months ago, 50 years ago, 150 years ago?"