Every time I go home my wife is in a different world

As soon as the weird man appeared, Dazai almost exploded with excitement.Just like a cat seeing a novelty toy, it stares at each other without blinking, and it seems that it will never let it go without scraping off a layer of skin.

The person he was staring at was very calm, perhaps because he was used to too many eyes attracted by this gaudy and weird outfit, and he completely ignored Rimbaud and Dazai who entered in disorder.

"It's really, interesting."

The low voice was mellow and silky, and the corners of this man's lips painted with light-colored oil paint were slightly raised, as if he had discovered something novel.The acquainted Dazai followed his words and said, "Yeah, it's really delightful!"

Rimbaud: "Huh?"

The two people holding the script cherish each other, but the others are not willing: "Where did you come from! What do you do?"

The person carrying the suitcase slightly pointed backwards: "From, No. [-], compartment, come over." He seemed to be thinking about how to choose words and make sentences. He paused for five or six seconds, and everyone thought he had finished speaking, and then suddenly opened his mouth to continue. : "I'm just an ordinary drug seller."

Well, Rimbaud said that she was just an ordinary university professor, and Mori Ogai also said that he was just an ordinary uncle picking up garbage in the garbage collection station.

Editor Mori, who couldn't stand for a second, threw himself at the sliding door and dragged it hard.

Car No. [-], which can be clearly seen through the transparent glass, disappeared again after the sliding door was opened. The bleak wind in the tunnel seemed to laugh at his stupidity.

"Beep-beep-a kind reminder!" Dazai cracked a malicious smile: "This is a game! The rules limit the game to be played in a designated place, and you must complete the things required by the rules before the final answer will appear. time to leave this assigned space. Right?"

If it wasn't because he was cute enough, such a playful tone would have been surrounded and kicked by people who didn't like it.

As if appreciating his ability to understand, the shrill cat meowed softly and gradually became smaller.

"Don't be kidding, what game, who has time to play what kind of game with you bad boys who don't know what to say!" The driver who was huddled in the corner suddenly raised his head and accused him, Dazai's face sank, and his iris-colored eyes were covered with dull black mist : "Hey, I never joke with idiots."

A sense of danger that was so dark and heavy that it could overwhelm people hit his heart. The sheriff noticed the clue and yelled at Rimbaud: "This kid is a dangerous person. I will take him to the police station when I get off the bus!"

Before the words fell to the ground, the light of the knife flashed across the head, and Rimbaud drew the spare knife from the subspace with his backhand and slashed down, cutting off the metal railing next to the sheriff's neck.

"Huh? Who are you calling dangerous?" She showed a smile that could be described as arrogant: "You still want to get out of the car?" The blade reflected light against his short and thick neck, and the coolness made the dwarf tremble: " No, no, no, I was too excited just now, your son is an outstanding talent, he is really Mu Xiuyuting, Lanzhi Yushu, Longzhang Fengzi, Huaijin holding Yu, they can be called thousands of miles..."

A long string of rainbow farts was performed at a super level, and Osamu Dazai was very comfortable in the filming: "Although what you said is the truth...it would be even better if you can be praised like this by a lady!"

Rimbaud was ashamed of him. With so many adjectives, probably only the punctuation marks in the middle have something to do with him. The others... who are they referring to?

After killing the staff of the violent agency, the professor took a step back with a knife in his hand and swiped the knife: "Go ahead."

These words were said by the drug seller, but what responded to her was the cat's low growl from its throat.

The older housewife screamed hysterically again, and the short boy also changed his face and pointed at the seat opposite Rimbaud and shouted: "There! Isn't there a woman with short hair holding a cat sitting there!"

His description of the character's appearance was very precise, and the dark-skinned young girl with two small braids immediately answered, "Setsuko Ichikawa!"

The cat meowed again, as if a soul full of unwillingness and resentment was complaining loudly.

The drug seller looked around, opened his mouth and was about to continue talking, when the young man's relaxed and cheerful voice sounded: "The following is the announcement of the rules of the game! Mr. Yaolang's talking sounds too tiring, why don't I do it for you~"

Drug seller: "..."

"This is... a game about who is the murderer..." He deliberately imitated the drug seller's voice, lowered his voice and slowed down his speech, which cast a lingering horror atmosphere on this weird space: "The game revolves around The death of Ms. Ichikawa unfolded. Time, place, person, cause, process, and result, people participated in every link, and got a piece of the puzzle. You have to show this puzzle, you can choose to confess or lie, but there is a pair of Eyes are always on you in the dark, until finally the truth emerges."

The meow was soft again, as if agreeing to his proposal.

The first one to speak was the police chief: "Setsuko Ichikawa? Suicide! It's a suicide, that's right. I saw the scene myself."

The second is the train driver: "I was so tired that day, I didn't see her jump off the bridge, she was already dead when the train passed by! I didn't crush her to death!"

The third person who spoke was a dark-skinned girl: "When I was working in the store, I heard people mention Ms. Ichikawa, she is a very modern beauty in men's clothing!"

The fourth is a full-time housewife: "I don't know anything, the sound of the train passing by is too loud, I didn't hear anything at all!"

The fifth person who spoke was the little boy: "What does this matter have to do with me? I just cross a bridge every morning to deliver milk to both sides to earn some pocket money."

The last one who opened his mouth was Editor Mori: "Ichikawa is my subordinate, a young man who is very self-motivated and capable. She is very motivated. But luck is not very good, and several big news have missed her... maybe It's because of frequent blows in the workplace that I can't think about it and commit suicide..."

After listening to the testimonies of the six people, Dazai nodded solemnly first: "So that's the case, I have fully understood." The next second his face changed, he knelt on the ground and hugged the horizontal chair while clapping and crying: "The beautiful girl who has never met before Miss Setsuko! Why are you so indifferent! Anyway, you are going to die or commit suicide, why not choose to die in love with me..."

Talking and singing are as lively as rakugo performances.

Rimbaud kicked his ass: "Stop spoiling other people's reputation!"

The cat grunted softly as if answering the cat's meow, as if showing affection to this lady professor whose style of painting was different from others.It seems that the dead Miss Setsuko didn't like Dazai, a gloomy boy.

The next step is to screen and falsify the testimony. Because Dazai went to improve his acting skills with his arm chair, the drug dealer who was frequently robbed of his words returned to his home field.Probably because he was afraid that he would be robbed of the C position again because he spoke too slowly, he put down the suitcase he was carrying on his back, and many strange girlish objects with pink wings flew out of the drawer that opened automatically.

"What is this?" The dark-skinned girl saw that one of them fell to her and seemed to be bending over. The young man was also very courageous, and he already forgot the fear just now and saluted.The drug seller tried to speed up his speech: "Libra."

He stretched out his hand and waved it, and the balance, which fell straight on the floor, floated and stood upright on the roof of the car.The cat who didn't know where it was hiding meowed again, and the tram handles hanging under the crossbar automatically fell, as if an invisible person was pulling them in step by step.

The atmosphere became mysterious again, and the first one who couldn't bear it was the pudgy little boy—he lied. As a witness at the murder scene, he chose to turn a blind eye and conceal it indifferently when questioned by the police.The misplaced space sweeps him away, followed by the sheriff who realizes he's neglecting his duty.Through the front glass window, the driver saw the scene of a falling man in pink repeating outside—did you see it?Did you see that?

Did you see it!You clearly saw it, you didn't slow down.

The three disappeared from the carriage in an instant, and the remaining passengers could only see their miserable death and rotting and maggot-ridden corpses through the window.

interesting?

Professor Rimbaud lit a cigarette and held it between his fingers. He stuffed his other hand into his pocket and sat down beside Dazai: "Hurry up, I'm in a hurry to go home and educate my disobedient son."

The surrounding space twisted a bit, as if he wanted to complain but couldn't figure out the point.

Now in the carriage, apart from the mother and son who had nothing to do with them, and the pharmacist who was watching the show on the wall, there were three passengers left—an elderly full-time housewife, a young black-skinned girl, and Editor Mori.

Miss Setsuko's meaning is obvious, the murderer who killed her was one of the three.The professor nodded at them with his cigarette in his hand: "I advise you to tell the truth, it's no big deal to be caught out by other people, but to be caught out by me... probably don't even have the courage to run back and make trouble."

She flattened the tubular metal railing, embedding five perfect finger prints.

Under the threat of violence, the housewife and the girl obediently opened their mouths—the former chose to ignore the cries for help in fear of being found out about the affair, and the latter gave false testimony in front of the police that she had seen Setsuko Ichikawa who was in a trance and was hit hard.

The moment they told the truth, they were also thrown on the platform to die miserably like the previous ones, and the focus of all eyes was on Editor Mori.

"It's true, people should not be judged by their appearance!" Rimbaud sighed.Dazai, who was obediently sitting next to her, looked over and said "hmm", and said in a childish voice, "Isn't that so, don't people with the surname Mori be good things?"

The two looked at each other, and at the same time thought of the leader surnamed Mori who was thrown into the PortMafia building to work overtime.

"You can't say that, at least Mori Ogai is not so stupid." Rimbaud didn't want to admit that he had a problem with his eyesight, and tried to save someone's respect.The black-haired boy nodded seriously after hearing this: "That's right, if the BOSS did something, there would definitely not be so many loopholes, and there wouldn't be so many witnesses."

"Hmph! He only calls me and Mr. Guangjin, 'get rid of it', 'clean it up', 'make it look better'... It's annoying!"

Dazai squeezed his face into a bun to express his disgust.

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