Disqualification

Dazai's evacuation was quick, and he disappeared in Tokyo the next day. When the ghost broke into the door at night, he found that the flannel sofa in his house was not covered with white gauze, and the house was bulging with all kinds of furniture. There is nothing less than the manuscript.

Osamu Dazai is a celebrity whose photos have been posted in newspapers. Anyone who has the heart can recognize him immediately. Guiwu Tsuji Wumai's identity this time around is very good. He is the fiancé-in-law of a lady from a state-owned heavy industry company.Heavy industry is the backbone of modern Japan. It is true that Asahi Bunko is a giant of paper media, but it has to sell face.

"I'm an admirer of Mr. Dazai, can you let me meet him?" He is very good at putting on airs, and his complexion is pale, his body is thin, and the white wrist left at the cuff does not have the power of an adult. The editor-in-chief fears Looking at him, it was the instinctive fear of healthy people towards the unfortunate, as if just sneezing in his ear, the wind could blow people away.

In fact, he didn't want to expose the scandal of Asahi Bunko's internal circulation, but he didn't want to shame the steel giant, so he could only say: "I really want to promise you, but Dazai-sensei is not in Tokyo right now."

"Not in Tokyo?" Wu Mi could only maintain a fake kindness on his face, "Did you go to collect materials?"

"Probably." The editor-in-chief said vaguely, "Ms. Dazai is different from other writers and teachers. He hides and disappears. He can't be found for nine months of the year. Xiaozhuang used to be able to spy on his whereabouts." He added , "Xiao Zhuang is the editor in charge of Mr. Dazai."

"Mr. Editor is..."

"He went back to his hometown for vacation." The editor-in-chief said quickly, as eager as a stray dog ​​was chasing the end of his words, "In the countryside of Kyushu, there is no electricity, neither telegram nor telephone. "

He spent a whole page clarifying that he couldn't get in touch with Xiao Zhuang Su, and Wu Mi didn't have the patience to listen to it. Later, after asking other ghosts, he found out that Xiao Zhuang Su disappeared along with him.

There is a point here that surprised Wu Mi for three seconds, and that is Osamu Dazai's social relations. He mobilized ghosts to search all over Tokyo, tracing his life history from three years ago to the present, and found that besides the dead Natsume Soseki, In addition to the missing Xiaozhuang, Osamu Dazai, as a popular writer, can't find acquaintances who have spoken more than ten sentences in the largest city in the Far East constructed by trams, Mitsukoshi Department Store, Rokumeikan and Tokyo University.

Wu Mi would not marvel at Osamu Dazai's eccentricity, he was about to die of anger, the hat couldn't hold down the curly and soft hair, the anger evaporated from the heart, and the color of the pupils became darker and darker, the summoned ghosts feared The ground trembled, but only dared to lower his head to reveal his neck, which represented humility and suppleness, and flatteringly reported his discovery.

The bad thing is that Wu Mi is not a good boss. What he is best at is attributing his own powerlessness to his subordinates. He is a perfect creation, and perfection means not making mistakes. Those who rely on his blood to live are worse than ants The life forms of human beings are only higher than the short-lived low-level races.

There is no doubt that he crushed the ghost's head. The beige gray walls of the dirty alley were covered with a mixture of minced meat, blood and brains. People ran away, which made him even more unhappy.

The Shangxians searched for Dazai, together with the traces of his past existence, but even the longest-lived black dead Mou could not do anything. In the end, except for the picture transmitted by Tong Mo before his death, he had no progress.

He didn't realize that the Shangxian Group had already been taken over by Er Wu Zai.

……

"I finally see you." Ubuyashiki's physical condition is far from what it will be in three or four years. He is 20 years old this year. Generally speaking, the diseases passed down from generation to generation in the family have not yet overwhelmed people, and they have been shaped by spells. The vine-like wound had only climbed to the top of his skull, and there was no sign of downward climbing.

He was kneeling and sitting on the mat with the support of his wife Amane, Dazai Osamu saw his stumbling movements and stiff leg joints, even bending his elbows was as difficult as a rusty bearing machine without lubricating oil.

Osamu Dazai saw him perform the great gift of Dogeza, and his bony sternum was almost pasted on the tatami with three or four layers of fabric: "I, the Ubuyashiki clan, apologize to you."

"What are you apologizing for?" He really found it interesting. After coming to Yuyashiki's mansion, Dazai changed into a loose sage-tail color kimono to meet the occasion. This is a subtle color between gray and green, matching the wide yukata The cuffs that can be pierced by the wind tunnel can only be reminiscent of cool summer nights.

He may think that the words of Ubuyashiki are quite interesting, but the look in his eyes from top to bottom is really not human. It is impossible for the Ubuyashiki family who have intermarried with the priest family for generations not to believe in gods, let alone the ancestors who have ravaged the world for thousands of years of evil spirits.

[I am being watched by the gods. ]

"For your death," Ubashiki said, "I'm really, really sorry."

Dazai pulled the flesh from the corner of his mouth, and his face was fixed in a half-smile: "No one has ever apologized for my death. I guess we will get along for a long time. During this time, you will have the opportunity to understand me deeply. .”

"I long for death." This sentence fully reveals his will to live, which is completely opposite to Wu Mi. "If there is anything I don't like, the first thing that may bear the brunt is the fact that I will wake up when I close my eyes."

"However." He bit his long-tailed voice and made a vivid turning point, "Based on what I know now, as long as Gui Wu Tsuji survives for a day, I will not be able to usher in a temporary rest. In a sense, my relationship with him Life is not two parallel lines extending infinitely, but there is a point of intersection between the lines. For you, the most critical one in the tsunami-like chain reaction triggered by the intersection is death without tragedy."

Ubuyashiki's breathing became heavy.

"How should I explain the meaning of my coming to this world?" He thought of something interesting, and the arc of his smile finally became a little real, but his eyes were clearly joking, as if watching a funny play carefully arranged by the actors.

"A lot of people, including you, will have the same thought," he said.

"I came into this world to kill Onimai Tsuji Mumi."

……

"It's too bad." Da Vinci poured himself a cup of coffee. With the recovery of communication with Osamu Dazai, the success of singularity restoration became a certainty. And they, scientific researchers, only need to face the huge Data, to carry out boring and complicated deduction activities, to locate the location of the Second Holy Grail for him.

She took a sip of the bitter dark brown solution. The hot water at 92 degrees Celsius was combined with the tiny ground coffee grains washed under high pressure. The genius from the Italian Renaissance era loved the strong taste brewed with 20g of coffee powder.

"Actually, what he said is not wrong." Merlin said, "The root power to maintain a long and miserable life is the Holy Grail. Once he leaves the Holy Grail, he will be turned into ashes. From this point of view, what Dazai said is correct."

Da Vinci sighed and let his body sink into the soft back of the chair: "I really can't accept this kind of statement as a genius who firmly believes in humanism."

"Humanism? Ah, I understand. It means that the purpose of human life is to pursue real happiness or something?" said Merlin who was always observing the world in Avalon.

"Pursue happiness in real life, advocate the liberation of individuality, oppose theological thought, and believe that man is the master of life." Da Vinci said in one breath, "so man will only live and struggle for his own happiness."

"Then I know why you can't like Dazai." Merlin said, "He is the negative example of humanism."

"Almost." Da Vinci drank her favorite espresso, and wrapped his fingers around the soft hair that fell on his shoulders. "It's too easy for him to live for other people."

Of course there was no point of accusation in the words. Except for those who died in childhood, among the heroes of Chaldea, they all had ideas similar to Da Vinci. It is not because of this that they are incompatible with Osamu Dazai, but his way of life is indeed not like that of Da Vinci. hero.

Without meritorious deeds, without a major impact on history, without something to protect, without the persistence and pride of survival, in the world ruled by Dazai, the most despicable thing is one's own life.

He condemned his own life to death.

"Does it look like Angola Newman?" No one would make fun of other spirits and the evils of this world, so Osamu Dazai entertained himself, and he said to Da Vinci, "Do I look like it?"

Da Vinci didn't speak.

Dazai doesn't care whether others give feedback on his words and deeds, he is very self-entertaining, Oba Yezo wrote about his method of avoiding the existence of shame in "Disqualification in the World", and became a clown and comedian in the academy. When I saw this paragraph of text, I almost clapped my hands and sighed at the wonderful text that hit my soul directly in another world.

[Aren’t I a clown living in this world?I can't find the meaning of my own existence, whether it is to please others or to be feared or hated, it is nothing more than absorbing the particles of existence from others. People like me have absolutely no motivation to exist independently. ]

[If any god can hear my prayer and is willing to exchange my death for Oda Tsukuru's life, that would really move me to the point of tears. ]

He denies his own life, lacks the meaning of existence, does not recognize Osamu Dazai himself, and even subverts the world on Oda's wish for survival, without any pride in himself.

Perhaps the heroic spirits of Chaldea could not get along with him peacefully, not because of other reasons, but only because of sensory positioning.

[Proud and inferior?No, it's not low self-esteem, he's just negating, constantly negating. ]

……

Osamu Dazai knew that Wuyou would look for him all over the world, and after joining the Demon Slayer Squad, he had the posture of staying behind closed doors, and was protected in all aspects like the Ubayashiki family.

He discussed with Miyashiki how to deal with Wuyou: "His vitality is very tenacious." Thanks to him having met the middle-aged Ji Guoyuan once, he knew the means to save Wuyou's life, "He will split into thousands of pieces, and use meat pieces Even if one of them is not wiped out, he will survive."

"What's more troublesome is that after suffering a fatal threat, Wu Mi will only become more cautious. 400 years ago, there was no winding and unwinding in the world. Wu Mi believed too much in her own ability and refused to fake the mission of finding the blue other shore flower. Use other hands."

"The blue other shore flower?"

"A medicinal material that does not exist in the world, Wuyou thinks that after taking the blue Higan flower, he can walk in the sun." Osamu Dazai showed amazing patience, answering every question from Ubuyashiki, "Of course, now he thinks I am Blue Bana."

"Even if it's for his long-cherished wish of becoming a perfect creature, he will definitely come looking for me."

"Since that's the case, we need to find a way to restrain his...split?" Ubashiki fell into thought.

"No." Osamu Dazai said, "There is a way to make him lose the ability to split within a certain period of time, but it requires a certain bet. If he survives that round of attacks, he will become even stronger."

"what?"

Osamu Dazai said, "It's very simple."

"Just let him eat me."