Disqualification

When Osamu Dazai stepped into the teaching building of Dongda University, the corridor was so full of people that he couldn't even put his feet down.

"Oh, that's true." He raised half of his eyebrows and made a look of disbelief, but there was not much surprise in his words. This is what he usually says, unless it is a sharp sarcasm, nine out of ten sentences The words are full of lingering disgust.

"I'm very sorry." The dean of the Department of Literature wiped the sweat from his forehead, "This is already the largest lecture theater in our school. As expected of Mr. Dazai, besides the students from Tokyo University, there are also students from other schools and even other places who have traveled all the way here Listening to lectures, students who are eager for knowledge cannot be driven out of the academy under any circumstances, which has caused the current situation."

"It's okay." Osamu Dazai said with a smile, "I'm really flattered to be so popular."

……

Ryoko Takano and others rushed to the University of Tokyo very early, but they only got a place to stay. Fortunately, they stood near the front of the stairs. If they were squeezed into the last two rows, they would definitely not be able to see Teacher Dazai clearly with their petite figures.

There were a lot of female students who came to this lecture, most of them came from colleges or model schools for girls. They occupied several corners of the classroom, discussing Dazai's new and old works in a few words, and there were some groundless rumors.

"It is said that Dazai-sensei has a very good appearance, and he is an excellent handsome man."

"You are not very old, you are really young and promising."

Yoshiko Takano doesn’t really like this kind of discourse. She selfishly thinks that she worships her teacher because she is completely shaken by the other party’s literary talent and advanced thinking. The story of “shattering the bloody reality in front of people” really makes her Very moved.

"Ms. Dazai! Mr. Dazai is here!"

Following the above two calls, there was another commotion in the classroom. A man in a black suit walked into the classroom briskly. His limbs were slender, his posture was light, and his appearance was first-class. You can also see him at a glance.

The crowd, like a tide divided by Moses, backed away in unison to make way.As for Dazai, he seemed to be walking on tiptoes, stepping down the flat and wide stairs step by step, like a light bird.

"Keep everyone waiting," he said, "so let's get started."

"I'm not a person who is very good at speaking in front of the public, and I have nothing to talk about the completed works. I can only say that if you have any questions, you can let them out for discussion."

None of the students present had seen such a form of dialogue, but soon the first person to eat crabs appeared.

"May I ask Mr. Dazai, is the description of the superstitions of the ancients at the beginning of the article, that is, the assertion that people should avoid ogre ghosts at night, appearing to enhance the comparison between ancient and modern?" The kimono wears a navy cap.

"Enhance the contrast between ancient and modern?" Dazai asked.

"Confucius once taught that 'you don't talk about strange powers and gods'. Western science also tells us that there are no ghosts in this world. After entering the civilized Taisho, we should get rid of the bad habits of superstition. The ogre mentioned at the beginning , just proved the ignorance of the ancients." His words caused applause, "Did you also design it like this?"

Osamu Dazai shook his head with a smile. The students sitting next to Dazai in the first two rows noticed that his smile was definitely not a kind, kind, and tolerant smile. On the contrary, his face was full of cold ridicule and sarcasm, as if is saying:

[Look, another fool. ]

Ryoko Takano was standing in the third row. Her eyesight was so good that she could see Dazai's expression clearly, which made her palpitate.

"First of all, I have to explain to you that apart from being a writer, I am also a folklorist. For a long time, I did not wander in the city, but wandered in the countryside."

"Just like the stories of Abe Seimei and Wenche Yaofei, the legend of ogres has almost been handed down from the Heian-kyo era, and according to the survey policy of folklore, if a story has not been adapted into a novel by literati and inkmen, it will be widely sung , but has been secretly popular among the people, often because the story is efficacious." He showed a polite and restrained smile, "That is to say, the villagers have enough evidence to support the development of the story."

"There are many unsolved mysteries in the world, which cannot be described in terms of science for the time being, and I never think that the ancients were ignorant, and the stories spread among the people are all out of non-scientific superstition." He is almost Bin He retorted politely, but the sharp words seemed to slap ten or twenty consecutive slaps on the male student's face, "What's more, when you discriminate and ridicule others' ignorance, how do you know that you are not despised by others?"

Dazai said, "That's right, this classmate."

silence.

The first question made the classroom fall into a mysterious silence. Only the spotlight of the bulky video camera was still flashing and accompanied by the sound of "click click". For example, "A rising star in the literary world is actually a fan of occultism", "Dazai opposes Taisho science" and so on.

"Are there any questions?" Dazai asked, "I have prepared a total of three hours to answer your questions, if not, I will have to leave early."

Not to mention the students here, even the staff of the Asahi Bunko, the editor Xiaozhuang who followed Dazai, would be driven crazy by his unreasonable playing of cards. The teachers of the Department of Literature, the immediate boss and the editor-in-chief bowed and apologized: "I'm sorry, Dazai-sensei doesn't mean anything malicious, he's just comparing..." Sarcasm?No, no, can't you say that?

The editor-in-chief scolded in a low voice: "Hey, Xiaozhuang! Didn't Mr. Dazai write the manuscript?"

Xiao Zhuang said: "No, Mr. Dazai said that if you want to follow the script, you won't come to give lectures."

On the one hand, it is the temptation to hold lectures in conjunction with the propaganda, and on the other hand, it is the threat of giving free rein to journalists’ statements. On the balance of the two, the former is more important.

"Any more questions?" asked the wicked author.

I don't know what gave Takano Ryoko courage, but when she came back to her senses, her hand was already raised tremblingly.

"May I ask Dazai-sensei, the ending of "Hello, Taisho"." She almost bit her own tongue, "Does the ending stop at Jiali's No. 20 days narrative?"

[Stupid idiot idiot, what question am I asking! ]

"About the end of the article, I actually thought about an ending, but here I used the idea of ​​blank space in literature to leave room for readers' imagination." He walked up and down on the podium, as if Treat it as a stage to show yourself, "But today is an informal meeting, and it's not a big deal to talk about the final outcome in my mind."

"I'm not an overly vicious author. For an awakened person, living in a cage is probably more terrifying than death. Since Jiali has made a decision, he should be fulfilled."

"However, as revealed in the previous article, scientists are very curious about the man from the Warring States Period who traveled through time and space, and hope to know how his body is different from modern people. In addition, he has no identity certificate at all and is not protected by the citizenship law. , dissecting his body is quite logical."

Editor Xiaozhuang stretched out his hand to cover his face in pain: [Teacher Dazai...]

"During the dissection process, there will be a dialogue that echoes from beginning to end. The scientists heard the reason why Mr. Jiali hid in the wooden house, and they all mocked the ancients as ancients, and believed that there were evil spirits."

The male student who was the first to ask a question had a pale face.

"They dissected Jiali's body and were disappointed to find that the body of the ancients was no different from that of today's people. However, in order to commemorate the first person in history who traveled through time and space, they decided to make his body a specimen."

He said it lightly, but the lines between the lines were full of malice that made one's scalp tingle.

"In the end, there must be a very subtle ending." He said, "After the specimens were completed, Mr. Jia's body reappeared in the exhibition cabinets of the exposition. This is not a big deal. Egyptian mummies can also be exhibited around the world. In terms of quantity, he is much rarer than mummies. The scientists came to the exhibition again. This time their target was the deformed indigenous people in the African pavilion. When the lights came on, they walked out of the pavilion. Two of the scholars went home in order to take a shortcut Walk down the alley."

"Crunch, crunch," he said, using onomatopoeia to replace the sound of chewing.

"This is the end."

Well, in the classroom that accommodates a thousand people, there are no one who dares to speak.

"Did I answer your question? This female classmate?" Dazai asked.

Ryoko Takano was startled, and then the little chicken pecked rice and nodded: "I answered, I answered, I answered."

……

[Ms. Takano's invitation was clearly rejected, but unexpectedly she came to Dongda. ]

Butterfly Chanae followed the guidance of the crow and came to the vicinity of Akamon. She had already changed into the uniform of the Ghost Killing Squad, with the Japanese sword on her waist.When she arrived at Chimen, just as the students were pouring out of the school, she hurriedly turned sideways to bypass the students, and her ears caught their conversation.

"Ah, what a creepy conversation, let's go back quickly at night, take the avenue, what if you really meet a ghost in the alley?"

"As expected of Mr. Dazai."

"But he is really a rare handsome man. Oh, tell me, there are so many female students here today, will it be..." Then there was a burst of obscene laughter, which made Butterfly Kanae's smile a little stagnant.

The crow flapped its wings to show her the way, and she walked lightly through the crowds towards the school. Except for the main building where the lectures were held, the lights of the rest of the classrooms were dimmed.

Not far away is the dense bamboo forest rooted in the campus. In spring, the Yae cherry blossoms of Shuchaya will bloom in clusters, but in autumn, only bare branches are left. It is even more mysterious in the dark. Even ghosts can be seen.

Are ghosts hiding in the dense forest?perhaps.

……

"Obviously the plan was to end at 05:30, but I didn't expect it to be so late." Xiao Zhuang chattered after Dazai, and the atmosphere was serious at first, but after one or two people who ate crabs, the students let go Yep, especially Dazai, who was only in his 20s, was not much different from the students below, and the atmosphere was heated up after coming and going.

What's more, even if Mr. Dazai keeps spitting black mud, he has to admit that his wisdom and talent are rare in the world, and even if he is ridiculed for a few words, he will benefit a lot.

The dialogue time was extended from three hours to four hours, four and a half hours.

"..." Dazai suddenly stopped walking outside.

"What's the matter, Teacher Dazai?" Xiao Zhuang also asked. He looked past Dazai and looked forward, only to see a lady-like woman in a kimono blocking the way. Imagination overwhelms.

"You go back first, Xiaozhuang." Teacher Dazai's voice was quite soft, "I'm afraid this lady has something to talk to me." He said gently, "How about going to the woods ahead and discussing it in detail."

[Ms. Dazai, you really like women. ]

……

"!" It was too late and then quickly, the snow-white knife light cut through the silent and deep bushes, the moonlight hit the white blade, and the words "Evil Ghost Killing and Killing" were clearly written, falling in Dazai Osamu's pupils.The female ghost who threw him to the ground was ugly, and his lower body was restrained by the ghost, leaving only his head intact.

When Butterfly Chanae saw him, she only saw a slight smile on his face.

"Sorry." The blade accurately cut across the female ghost's neck, and she showed a rather apologetic expression to the man, "Are you lovers? Even so, she has turned into a man-eating ghost..."

"No, of course not." Dazai Osamu kept lying on the ground, "I just met this lady for the first time."

[Why?

Why do you make such an expression when you meet for the first time?

An expression that I am willing to be eaten by you? ]

——I was just thinking that if eaten, this deformed body could be endowed with the meaning of "a good meal".

That's it.