[Comprehensive] I'm in Yokohama as a soul-saver

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"I really can't see that Mochizuki-san is so good at these topics, as if he can chat with anyone," Dazai Osamu looked at me with enigmatic admiration, "It's amazing!"

"Wait, this is not something to be admired, is it? Isn't it just middle-aged troubles..." I stopped in the middle of speaking, and said in a serious tone after being silent for a while, "Dazai, Wanshiwu doesn't need to make troughs anymore If you can, I hope you will develop in the direction of complaining."

Otherwise, as the boss, I can't be reduced to a slave to complain, I also have dignity!

"It's a bit difficult, then I'll go back and buy a pair of glasses to find out how I feel!"

"...This is also a slot."

Although Osamu Dazai looks very obedient, why do I feel so uncomfortable talking to him?

Sure enough, I still lack glasses.

I came to this conclusion, stood up and raised my voice and yelled in the direction of the back kitchen, "Boss, I'm leaving first!"

The boss's loud voice came from behind the curtain, "Okay, then go slowly!"

I put down my meal money and walked out slowly.

Osamu Dazai, who went out before me, was standing next to my little Pippi and didn't know what he was looking at. Seeing me coming out, he raised his head and hesitated to speak, "Mochizuki-san, your car..."

"what happened?"

"It's really pretty!"

"Cough!" I was secretly relieved, covered my mouth with my hands and coughed in disguise, "Can you talk?"

"If you can talk, talk more."

Osamu Dazai looked at me, then at the two characters [皮] printed on the left and right sides of my little Pippi, and said cautiously, "Mochizuki-san, this car looks like you."

"Are you complimenting me or hurting me?" I was alert.

"Praise."

Osamu Dazai's expression was extremely sincere.

"Okay, I'll go back first." I stepped onto Xiaopipi, touched my arms, took out the spare key of the master house and handed it to him, "If you want to buy any daily necessities, go along this road In the past, there was a supermarket on the left, and I will leave you the key to the master house."

No.16

A week later.

Under the blue sky near dusk, I rode Pippi to the lobby of the Yokohama Opera House and parked the car in the parking lot next to the lobby.

Osamu Dazai, who was sitting sideways on the back seat of Xiaopipi, jumped out of the car with a "hey!" The belt of the sand-colored windbreaker was not fastened properly, and it was dangling like an animal's tail.

"Shall we go straight in through the front door?"

"Miss Nishimura is waiting for us at the backstage entrance." I pulled out the car key, took out my phone and glanced at the message sent by Akiko Nishimura, "Let's go to the back door."

There is also a poster of the performance on the bulletin board at the entrance of the back door. Against the black background on the poster, a silver crescent moon shines on the huge gorgeous birdcage. Nightingale played by Kiyoe Tottori sits in the cage and looks up at the moon.

The title of the opera - "Death of the Nightingale" - is printed on the silver moon in baroque style.

Akiko Nishimura was waiting for us at the backstage entrance, raising her hand to glance at the watch on her wrist from time to time.

"Come with me." After seeing Dazai and me, she put down her hands in a hurry, and walked over with her high-heeled shoes to lead the way.

There is a short distance from the back door to the main hall of the stage. To get to the backstage from here, we need to go through a long aisle. While walking, we listened to Akiko Nishimura's introduction to the sequence of going on stage after the stage play starts, and what needs to be paid attention to in the backstage matter.

"I heard that today's "Death of a Nightingale" uses a new script adapted by Mr. Tottori, can you show me the new script?" Dazai Osamu said abruptly.

Akiko Nishimura hesitated for a moment, "Okay, but the scripts are all in the background, I'll go get a copy for you to read later."

I glanced sideways at Osamu Dazai.

Yes, he has done a lot of homework, and this serious attitude can still give him full marks.

It's still a long time before the show starts, but the backstage has already been busy, with makeup and props moving, and most people put on the complicated costumes of the European Middle Ages with the help of others.

And Tottori Kiyoe, who is the heroine of the whole play, is sitting alone in front of an oval full-length mirror and looking down at the script, her face has already been made up like the heroine in the play, but she has no expression, delicate Like a Western puppet.

Akiko Nishimura walked up to Kiyoe Tottori and bent down slightly to say something. After hearing this, Kiyoe Tottori raised his head and glanced at us, nodded expressionlessly, and handed the script in his hand to Akiko Nishimura.

Akiko Nishimura came over and handed the script to me and Dazai, "Here is the script. There will be two vacant seats in the first row after the show starts, so you can sit there later, so you can respond to any situation."

I watched Dazai reach out to take the script, and then looked at Tottori Kiyoe who was sitting there alone, and felt that something seemed a little out of harmony, "Miss Tottori gave us the script directly, is that okay?"

"It's okay, the teacher has already memorized the script."

After speaking, Akiko Nishimura withdrew her hand and turned her head away as if trying to cover up something.But he turned back quickly, lowered his voice and said in a tone that was almost pleading, "Please, catch that person!"

Her tone was as if she knew who that person was.

At this time, Osamu Dazai, who had flipped through the script quickly, closed the script with a snap, and continued with a smile, "Don't worry, the tenet of Wanshiwu is that as long as you accept the commission, everything will come true~"

I was a step too late to speak, and I could only answer, "Well, that's right."

Wait, I don't remember telling him about the purpose of Master House?And this kind of statement should be convincing when I, the owner of Wanshiwu, say it. Why is he so proficient in answering?

Forget it.

On X, X, X, Osamu Dazai robbed my lines, I will write down this hatred first.

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As the opening time progressed, the auditorium gradually filled up, and the atmosphere behind the stage became tense. In order not to hinder the actors from making final preparations, Dazai and I walked out of the backstage to the staff passage outside.

"How about it, do you see something?" I sat on the empty box for costume props piled up by the wall and asked casually, shaking my legs and kicking the box.

"Huh?" Osamu Dazai turned around, stood in front of the light with his hands in his pockets, and there was a casual smile in his light voice, "Oh, how should I put it... The truth is spread out without reservation just like this script. Open in front of your eyes, you only need to look at it to know how boring the story is."

"People talk."

Osamu Dazai blinked innocently, "I already know what's going on, Mochizuki-san, would you like to hear it?"

"Forget it, I don't like to listen to the reasoning process. If I guess, it's her, right?" I leaned over and reached out to him as I spoke, motioning him to give me what he was holding, "Show me the script .”

Osamu Dazai handed me the script, and I took it and opened it to read.

The background of the story of "Death of a Nightingale" is the period when the Black Death frequently occurred in the Middle Ages in Europe.The heroine Nightingale (Nightingale) is a down-and-out aristocratic lady who fled from her family's territory because of illness and war. Along the way, she encountered robbers, patients of the Black Death, and distant relatives who refused to take her in.

Her entourage and servants died of illness during the escape, and finally the noble lady broke into a dark forest.

This dark forest is a territory of vampires. Even in the period of epidemic disease and war, they still live a luxurious life in the isolated forest castle.

Nightingale broke into the forest and was found by the vampires and brought back to the castle. Because of her beauty and singing voice, the vampires built a magnificent and huge birdcage for her, and let her sing day and night in the cage. for them to watch.

Among them, the poignant and tortuous love story of 10,000+ words is omitted.

The final ending is that Nightingale escaped from the birdcage, escaped from the castle, stumbled into the forest, but fell into a swamp when he was about to escape from the forest.

Countless black-spotted hands grew from the swamp, pulling her down.

Under the watering of the mud, the struggling Nightingale grew countless roses on her body. Her hair was entangled with thorns, and her delicate skin was pierced with blood. The roses sucked the girl's blood and grew.

In the end, when the first ray of sunlight pierced the night, the girl named Nightingale was buried in the night forever.

After I finished reading the script, I was silent for a while, then raised my head and said seriously, "It's a pity that such a story with connotation is not used as a reading comprehension test."

"The theme of this story should be to criticize the darkness of society. The vampire satirizes those ruling classes who exploit and oppress the people and only care about their own pleasure. The hands with black spots in the swamp represent the Black Death, and the entire forest represents It is the shadow of [vampire] rule, it is darkness, it is persecution! Their enjoyment is based on countless [hands], countless Nightingales, just like the last roses that sucked blood!"

When talking about [persecution], I paused for a tactical breather, and then continued with Balabala's talk.

Osamu Dazai clapped his hands after listening, "Wonderful! This reading comprehension score is perfect!"

"It's just that the story of falling in love with the vampire named Rose is too procrastinating. Stockholm is not a good idea." I shook my head regretfully, and even wanted to use my own pen to change the ending to Nightingale's humiliation, and finally rely on conspiracy and tricks to kill the vampire. The old castle fell apart, and then left the old castle to recruit troops to rebuild a new order.

don't look anymore,