Yokohama old father writes book daily

Oda Sakunosuke struggled to stand up, leaned the pillow on his back, and then took a little look at the surrounding environment.

This is undoubtedly a large ward with several beds, and there is no third person here at the moment, so his eyes rolled around, and finally fell back on Osamu Dazai.

Osamu Dazai smiled at him with ease: "Ah, are you awake, Odasaku. How do you feel?"

"It's like taking a nap too much. Although it's refreshing, the main feeling is still uncomfortable." The red-haired man replied, while looking through the window, he noticed that the outside was completely clear, but there was still damp water vapor floating in the air.

Osamu Dazai held his hand very naturally, and helped him move his numb body from the bed to the ground: "Then go out for a walk, let's talk as we walk."

"it is good."

The red-haired man slowly moved out with his stiff legs and feet. The long-term lethargy made his body look like a rusty machine, and every time he moved, rusty dust fell down.Osamu Dazai was very patient and moved slowly with him.

This made the red-haired man feel that he was in his seventies and eighties, and needed to be accompanied because of his inconvenient legs and feet.

But because the escort was Dazai, he couldn't think of complaining.

"Have I slept for a long time?"

"It's exactly three days, and the heavy rain stopped this morning." Osamu Dazai replied, "This is Butterfly House, where the wounded of the Demon Slayer Team often come here for treatment and recuperation. Akutagawa-kun and the others returned to Yoshiwara together when the rain stopped this morning. went."

No wonder Dazai dared to speak now.Akutagawa can recognize the man in black who took his sister away by his voice rather than his appearance, which Akutagawa himself admitted when they first met.

Dazai obviously didn't say a word when he was in Yoshiwara in order to conceal his identity, but this is by no means a long-term solution.

"Aren't you going to let Akutagawa recognize you?"

"It depends on his ability." Osamu Dazai curled his lips slightly and said vaguely.

It looks like this is a test for Akutagawa.

The red-haired man decided not to tell Dazai, he had already told Akutagawa the name "Osamu Dazai".Take it as a little help from the teacher to the apprentice.

They walked out along the corridor together, passing one ward after another, some wards had their doors open, and they could see patients in twos and threes inside, basically all of them were in plaster and bandages.

In such an environment, Osamu Dazai, who was covered in bandages, seemed ordinary instead.

The red-haired man who needed help because he was unwell due to lying down for a long time seemed more like a visit to a patient.

It took them a while to get outside and stand in the sun.The red-haired man narrowed his eyes to adapt to the light, and began to do stretching exercises slowly, like an old man practicing Tai Chi in the park.

Osamu Dazai said casually, "Has Oda Saku recovered his memory?"

"I got half of it back, the half that has nothing to do with [book]."

The red-haired man didn't find this interesting, but Osamu Dazai suddenly became interested: "Tell me in detail, what are they all about?"

The red-haired man had no choice but to sort out his memory, and dryly described the mixed-style Edo world, as well as his general experience in the three years there.

As a result, Osamu Dazai's eyes lit up when he heard it, as if he wanted to rush over the wall of the world immediately: "It's so unfair! Why can't I have any fun in my life! Such an interesting world, even if I lie at home every day and have nothing If you do it, you can suddenly get involved in a fun incident, right?"

"I don't think so."

"But aren't you?"

"I didn't lie down all day and do nothing. And I have a special physique, which will attract all kinds of old men and women to block my way."

Osamu Dazai choked for a moment, and seemed rather shocked: "Really?"

The red-haired man nodded affirmatively.

"Can Odasaku transfer this constitution to me?" Dazai Osamu showed a longing expression.

Although he really wanted to nod his head in agreement, the red-haired man could only say realistically, "It can't be done."

Osamu Dazai exaggeratedly wiped away the tears that did not exist in the corners of his eyes: "Then, tell me in detail about your experience of working and earning money together in Mrs. Xixiang's ladyboy club."

The red-haired man nodded, and began to describe in detail without any struggle while continuing to move his body.

However, he stopped halfway before finishing his speech, and looked at Dazai with a very puzzled smile and fell to the ground: "Dazai?"

"No, no, I'm fine...hahaha...hiss..." Osamu Dazai said in great pain, pressing his aching stomach.

That trembling look that was about to die at any time didn't seem to be okay at all, Dazai had no choice but to stand up hard to prove that he was really okay: "I'm just... I'm just too envious... If you have a chance in the future, you Pretend to be that Miss Zhuzhi again and let me take a look?"

"Okay. Dazai, if you like, you can dress up together."

"Eh? Do I want it too?" Osamu Dazai widened his eyes.

That expression is very cute, and the way the eyes are wide open makes people want to raise their hands to poke their cheeks.

The red-haired man, who had just suggested casually, immediately changed his mind and nodded affirmatively: "Well, Dazai has to wear women's clothing together."

"Hmm... okay." Osamu Dazai stuck out his tongue, "Then what was the most impressive thing you experienced in that world?"

"Is it the most profound..." The red-haired man thought carefully.

Osamu Dazai leaned forward expectantly, and moved right and left in front of the red-haired man's eyes.

"Egg fried rice." The red-haired man came to a conclusion.

"Eh?" Osamu Dazai stopped shaking.

"It's Ms. A Miao's fried rice with eggs. After I ate it, I thought I was really going to die. After thinking about it for a long time, I couldn't help but tremble with fear, but they didn't notice it at all, and they always praised me for being calm." .”

Osamu Dazai resisted the sudden surge of acid water: "Oda Saku is afraid of dying?"

"Because I have the memory of dying, I know very well that I don't like death." The red-haired man said sincerely, "I don't like whoever dies." Especially you Dazai.

Osamu Dazai slowly moved back a little.He felt a change in Odasaku's breathing, as did himself, and he would suffocate if he got so close.

"I'll learn how to make fried rice with eggs when I go back. Odasaku is the first one to try it?" Osamu Dazai said suddenly.

"Yes." The red-haired man said without hesitation.

He obviously expected Oda Sakuma to agree, but when he heard that Oda Sakuma agreed, Dazai Osamu immediately regretted it: "I'm just kidding. I will let my subordinates try it first. If I can make sure that it will not make people feel that they will die, then I will take it." Give Oda a taste."

Do your men always take such unexplained risks?The red-haired man thought sympathetically.He can basically confirm how the hard tofu he ate before was improved.

"Are you thinking that I'm treating my subordinates harshly?" Osamu Dazai showed a suspicious expression.

It's so sharp.The red-haired man shook his head calmly: "No. I'm thinking about how to recover the remaining three years of memory."

"Have a clue?"

"Have."

"Is it the first ghost named Onimai Tsuji Mumi?"

"Correct."

Osamu Dazai laughed happily: "I knew it, so during the three days when you were sleeping, I was thinking about how to deal with him."

"Have a clue?" The red-haired man repeated the question Dazai had just asked.

"Yes." Osamu Dazai deliberately repeated the red-haired man's answer.

It became a little game of whim between the two, and it was up to the redhead to make guesses.

He analyzed it carefully for a while: "Atsushi Nakajima?"

"Yes." Osamu Dazai laughed and applauded for this wonderful tacit understanding.He knew that Odasaku could guess. Although Odasaku is not good at resourcefulness, his intuition is often terrifyingly powerful. When he heard the roar of the tiger in Yoshiwara but did not see the tiger, he would definitely realize that Atsushi-kun is another There are tasks.

He briefly talked about the clues he already had: "Oni Wu Tsuji Musai also appeared in Yoshihara that day, I think he originally planned to set up Yoshihara as a trap to lure the pillar-level swordsmen of the Demon Killing Team to commit suicide, It turned out that we met at the right time. So after realizing that the situation had changed, Onimai Tsuji was in a hurry to leave Yoshiwara."

"You just ran into it?"

"He didn't see me, but I asked Dunjun to try his skills. Guess what? Although he is a coward, he is quite capable of fighting. After he was seriously injured, he planned to give Dunjun blood. "

Seriously injured... Sure enough, being Dazai's subordinate is really hard work.The red-haired man sighed secretly and asked, "Blood?"

Osamu Dazai nodded: "Giving blood is the way that Onimai Tsuji creates his subordinates. As long as he is not a completely dead person, he will be transformed into a new ghost if he gets his blood. Of course, it is more because he cannot bear the blood died a tragic death."

"So all ghosts are under his control."

"There are occasional exceptions." Dazai Osamu smiled mysteriously, but did not explain much. "Onimai Tsuji Mumi used to be an aristocrat in the Heian period. After being terminally ill, he was taken care of by a doctor. Because the medicine given by the doctor did not improve, he killed the doctor in a fit of anger. As a result, he turned into a ghost who was afraid of the sun and lived until the end of his life. This is the Taisho era."

"It's a very long life." The red-haired man commented.

Osamu Dazai nodded unhappily: "Yes, a very long-lived monster. It has not ruled the world for so many years, but lives a life of hiding its head and showing its tail. It is so weak that it makes me angry."

The red-haired man can understand Dazai's annoyance very well, because such an enemy is not worthy of being Dazai's enemy except for his brutal force.

If it were Dazai acting as a ghost, the world might be destroyed in a short time.No, Dazai doesn't need to be a ghost to be able to destroy the world as a human being.

Moreover, if the person who became a ghost is really Dazai, then Dazai may be the first person who is not allowed to live.

Although Dazai has never taken his own and other people's lives seriously, Dazai actually has a special kind of throbbing in his heart regarding the matter of "being born as a human being".

Dazai is willing to spend a lot of time thinking about human life, but if it is a ghost... Dazai will probably only feel offended.

After analyzing it like this, the red-haired man's tone was faintly tinged with a smile: "Perhaps Oni Wu Tsuji's ambition is not to rule the world, but to survive forever, so he didn't pay for world domination." effort."

"Well, you're right." Osamu Dazai turned his head in displeasure, "Odasaku, do you think ghosts are living beings?"

This question made the red-haired man slightly taken aback.

Not because there is anything special about this question, but because the person who asked this question was Dazai.

For Dazai, the existence of ghosts is a blasphemy against human life, so there is no need to ask or think about it, and the answer must be no.

Aliens and beasts are both beings, but ghosts are definitely not. Once a ghost is born, it means replacing a human existence and occupying the "empty space" that originally belonged to humans.

What Dazai cares about is not how many people the ghosts will kill, but that ghosts are transformed by people.

"Dazai... why do you ask this?"

The handsome black-haired man pursed his lips slightly, showing a reluctant look: "Didn't Odasaku renew his oath not to kill again? If you think... I don't want to force you to put a bullet into Onimai Tsuji's head."

I see.The red-haired man understood instantly.No wonder Dazai asked this question, it was for him.

The feeling of being touched suddenly surged up, and the red-haired man looked at Dazai's eyebrows and lips, and found that there was one more thing he wanted to do before answering yes or no.

He beckoned: "Dazai, come closer."