Disqualification

"Anyway, please don't tell the police, Mr. Dazai." Xiao Zhuang ordered, "Whether it's your admiration for Mr. Fukuta, or the clips of your past exchanges, don't mention it." He then said He said cautiously, "To be honest, you haven't sent a letter to Mr. Fukuta, have you?"

He knew that Dazai would reply to the readers he liked, and Xiao Zhuang never interfered with the readers he chose. If he wrote a letter to Kaidong, with Teacher Dazai's unscrupulous style, he might write something on the paper.

[Will it be judged as abetting a crime? ]

Oops, he thought about going to the police station to bail out the teacher in the future.

Lawyers, are the lawyers who cooperate with Asahi good at handling criminal cases? I heard that Mr. Gu Meimen in the industry is very good at defending...

"No, I didn't write a letter to my lovely younger generation." Flicking a light ballpoint pen between fingers, "Three letters a month, twelve months a year, 12 years since the last letter, all happen to be multiples of three , he must be delighted."

[Multiple of three?Does it have any special meaning? ]

"What Fukuta-kun said, there is no point in replying."

Xiao Zhuang has learned to ignore Dazai Osamu's language logic, and just listen patiently when he doesn't understand what he is saying, such as now.

"Fukuta-kun's interesting lies in his closedness. Whether he is desperate enough to open a hole for himself, or his successive personality changes, it makes people feel happy. The above must be his journey alone. If someone intervenes, He will never be what he is now."

"And." He also expressed a little regret, "If he doesn't miss this time, it will be my turn soon." Dazai said, "The power of three counts to nine, and I am the ninth that he values ​​most." family."

Xiao Zhuang couldn't fully understand Dazai's meaning, but it didn't mean he was an idiot. He was shocked when he heard the words: "Teacher, are you one of his targets?"

"To be precise, it was the original goal." Twisting the enveloped and signed letter from Fukuta Hotsu from the desktop, the date of posting was eight days ago, and the contents of the most recent ones are similar, unfolding the wrinkled paper, and facing him:

/Senior, are you willing to be my family member? /

The impact of the situation at the beginning was too strong. Editor Xiao Zhuang's expression was as if he had been punched in the face. He almost heard the sound of grinding his teeth, and looked down hard.

/ I knew from 14 years ago that my predecessors were destined to be family members with me. We have the same characteristics. Before you rejected me, maybe it was because of my bad mental state. Now the world has become cooler and more open, and I also With family members who can travel alone.../

"travel alone"? "Family?" What kind of incoherent words!

Xiao Zhuang couldn't control his strength, and made many folds on the paper. Just thinking about Dazai being the target of the murderer made his hair stand on end.

In particular, it is impossible to delve into the characteristics of Mr. Dazai that are similar to him.

"Since the teacher didn't write back to him, it's not a big problem." Xiaozhuang reluctantly said, "If the police come, call me. Asahi's legal team is still very useful."

"It's true and reliable, Mr. Zhuang." Although he is 30 years old, Dazai has half the magical qualities of a teenager. I don't know whether it is innocence or something else. There is an invisible barrier between him and society. Totally out of touch.

He smiled, with a wonderful arc on the corner of his mouth, neither saying "yes" nor "no".

……

The light of the white woven lamp is oppressive, and the police station still maintains the style of the 80s when interrogating prisoners, isolating people in a narrow room and being strictly guarded by two or three police chiefs.

Fukuta Hotsu still looks like a wanderer, looking at his current expression, it is hard to imagine that four years ago he was still unbearably lonely, oppressed by numbers all day long, and about to collapse.

"Fukuta Hotsu." The investigator's voice was too cold, almost inhumane, "You sent a letter to the writer Osamu Dazai."

“一共432封，最近一封为3月14日下午17点32分投递——”他抢答道，“如果你想知道的话。”

Precise numbers will bring people a sense of oppression, and being robbed by prisoners in advance makes the superior feel uncomfortable. He suppresses the anxiety that accumulates in the corners of his eyes, and tries not to let the opening hole see the unhappiness in his heart: "You have lived without social relations for 12 years. The isolated island life of communication, what makes you persist in writing letters to Osamu Dazai, we searched your mailbox, and never received even a single reply."

"It's really a hurtful statement." Fukuta half-raised his hands, expressing helplessness, "I also hope to receive a reply from Dazai-senpai. If he replied, it might not be like this now."

"No, and it won't, I'll always have an unbearable day, not to mention the fact that the wind blows through the hole and it's cool, I'm satisfied."

[Wait, what did he mean just now, can Osamu Dazai stop the self-mutilation that opened the hole? ] The fragments of information revealed in the words are shocking.

"There's nothing to search for. Even if you go to Senior Dazai, he will definitely say that the letter has been burned long ago. He has always spared no effort in making himself look evil."

"As for whether I have maintained communication with him in other ways, and whether he has induced impressions of me, who knows?" Kai Dong said ambiguously, "In short, he will be happy to see me now."

……

—he loved making himself appear evil.

——Sensei Dazai seems to have a morbid fascination with murder and death.

Before going out to work, comments from all sides gathered at Matsuoka Black Dragon. He sketched in his mind an image similar to a demon. There are not many Japanese youths like this. The older youths who have been tortured by school violence in the loose generation have experienced the end of the [-]th century. Middle-aged people in the economic crisis, and the second disease... These characteristics often converge in the above types of people.

He didn't take it seriously, before he knew a certain piece of news.After all, human evil is one of the attractive points, especially in the eyes of young people, it can be completely packaged.

"He has connections with people such as Tongue Pulling, Peeling Face, and heads-up." Assistant Dongxiang made a special trip to make a phone call. Asahi Bunko maintains a cooperative relationship, most of Dazai’s books come from the same printing house, and the single one is his acquaintance at the charity party.”

When jw is involved, no matter how simple things are, they will be covered in complicated and confusing clouds.

"Hi, I'm Osamu Dazai."

And the real Osamu Dazai is younger and more magical than Matsuoka Black Dragon.

There are vortices in his dark pupils, like a black hole in the universe that can swallow even spots of light.

Matsuoka couldn't help holding his breath.

The blood-red sunset hit Osamu Dazai behind him.

——The time of the devil.

"I hope I can meet Mr. Fukuda." He is far better at interrupting people's speaking steps than opening holes, and Matsuoka, who has a lot of experience, didn't guess Dazai Osamu's way.

"I want to discuss some issues with him." Osamu Dazai said, "He also wants to see me, doesn't he?"

……

Zhong Yuan also accompanied Nursery Rhyme and the others to a two-day garden party.

Obviously it is the magician played by Merlin, who can be seen at any time in Chaldea, but it has become interesting because of coming to a new resort world. Children are such creatures, and they can find new happiness points casually.

After the event the next day, Da Vinci and other female heroic spirits took him away for shopping and carrying bags. If it weren’t for his poor wine quality, Iskandar would have dragged away the can of wine. When he got home, it was close to midnight, and the elevator door opened. The bright yellow light inside illuminated the dark mass curled up at the door, and the night did not affect Zhongyuan Zhongye's sight. He said in surprise: "Xiaozhuang?" He looked at the dial subconsciously, "What time is it, why are you here?"

"That bastard Dazai isn't at home?"

Xiao Zhuang said with a sad face, "Mr. Zhongye, the teacher refused to listen to the persuasion and went to the police station."

"Huh?" Zhong Yuan tried hard to swallow the bitter ridicule, "Surrender yourself?"

He twisted his expression and asked, "What are you going to do?"

"The teacher said to solve the confidant's serious problem." His exquisite and high-spirited words made Xiao Zhuang even more flustered, the confidant in the police station, what is the teacher going to do, anti-social?

Nakahara Chuya's expression can no longer be described as distorted. His teeth were sore and he had a toothache. He decisively took out his mobile phone and made a call across the 11-hour time zone.

"Odasaku." The words were concise and to the point, "Dazai is going to make trouble."

Heh, Dazai has become a demon, who wouldn't sue Oda?