Yokohama old father writes book daily

Osamu Dazai knew that the closer he was to Odasaku, the easier it would be to make things self-defeating.

If he wants to get more information about Oda, he should go around a few more circles, create several intermediate links, and finally create a lot of specious illusions, and then extract what he wants to know from the massive information brought by the illusions. that part.

This process may take a long time and take a lot of energy, just like he did in the past few years with extreme restraint, doing everything he can at a safe distance away from Oda.

He couldn't disturb Odasaku.

The world is one gigantic lie, an irresistible deception.

Lies are always told by one side with a purpose, but there is no purpose in this world.

Deceit is always set up by a certain party with some kind of intention, but the world has no intention.

True despair comes from meaninglessness.

After figuring this out, Osamu Dazai has no interest in living to find the meaning of life.

Could this world still be saved?

No help, just die.

There was only one thing he still couldn't let go of, and that was the small, but inescapable, surviving Oda Tsukuru in this lie, in this deception.

A living Odasaku.

When he was tortured by this information and suffered from insomnia for many nights, Osamu Dazai couldn't tell whether he was more happy or more painful, but after he decided to take good care of this world, he knew that he had better wait before the curtain call ceremony. Stay away from Odasaku.

But the simpler the reason, the harder it is to do it.

Such lessons are too many for human beings to bore anyone.

The morning alarm rings, go to sleep for a while, and then you will be late by the time you realize it.Doesn't anyone know that they shouldn't stay in bed?

There are still two days before the deadline, so let's go out to collect materials for a while, and then when I realize it, I have reached the deadline.Is it clear that no one should delay the draft?

It's time to go to bed at night, but I can still play with my phone for a while, no problem, just for a little while... and then I just caught up with the sunrise when I finished my night of cultivating immortals.Doesn't anyone know that cultivating immortals is going against the sky?Has no one noticed his increasingly bald hairline and increasingly dull, red bloodshot eyes?

Everyone understands the truth, but the desire in people's hearts is so strong and difficult to resist.

Osamu Dazai almost succeeded—but—that was Odasaku alive!That is Oda Saku who can move, talk, think, and work hard for his dream of writing a novel!

The tempting idea just popped up: it is most efficient to inquire about Odasaku himself, and he will be very careful to only touch Odasaku's adopted son a little bit. He is confident that he can avoid every line of sight, so there will be no The question is, just to ask a few questions...

Then when he realized it, he was already standing in front of Odasaku.

God, what the hell is he doing?

The pillows made by Oda are very comfortable to sleep on, and so is the quilt, which smells like sunlight. You must bask in the sun often. It takes some self-control to get out of that bed. The Hong Kong and Hei beds are too hard to sleep on...

God, does he still remember his five-step jumping plan?

Odasaku grabbed his wrist, he could feel Odasaku's body temperature, and Odasaku's hard calluses on his fingertips...

God, is he the leader of Hong Kong gangsters?He and Oda Saku are obviously strangers!

"Let me introduce myself formally. I am Dazai Osamu, the leader of Hong Kong gangsters."

Hearing this, Oda Sakunosuke let go of his hand rather flatly.

The temperature felt by the fingertips was fleeting, but the black-haired man in front of him suddenly showed an astonishing aura.Always seem harmless as a friend, much sharper as a stranger.

Clear boundaries always hurt.

The red-haired man thought helplessly, and nodded back: "Well, hello, I am Oda Sakunosuke, and I am currently a staff member of Butei."

Osamu Dazai's tone was soft but strict at the same time: "I know you, Mr. Oda, you were originally the top killer. If you can join the gangsters, it will undoubtedly be even more powerful for the gangsters, but you suddenly changed. I vowed not to kill anyone again, so I regretfully gave up on inviting you, but I suddenly heard that you lost your memory, so I had a little hope—do you still remember your oath not to kill people again?"

"remember."

"That's really a pity." Osamu Dazai seemed to really think so, and heaved a long sigh. "If you even forget your oath, I can take advantage of the opportunity to invite you to join the gangsters. Now everyone in Yokohama knows that the gangsters have a good leader. An invitation from the leader in person is very rare."

He seemed to feel that his face was astonishing, and he smiled complacently: "But since you still can't be used by Hong Kong gangsters, then let's say goodbye. There will be a thank you gift later, because I still thank you for helping me who was unconscious .”

Osamu Dazai turned around and was about to leave again. Oda Sakunosuke said, "I haven't rescued you yet."

"Ok?"

"You're hungry and thirsty now, right? Stay and have dinner with us." Oda Sakunosuke began to admire himself, and it turned out that he himself could speak nonsense as if nothing had happened.

He had never discovered this talent in himself before, probably because he hadn't encountered a time when it was needed in the past.

In order to keep Dazai, he casually made excuses: "I have saved you only if you fill your stomach."

This excuse sounds quite plausible, at least Dazai couldn't say anything against it for a while after listening to it.

Oda Sakunosuke knew that he succeeded.

"Mr. Oda wants to treat me to curry?"

"Curry is indeed the best delicacy in the world." The red-haired man was not surprised that Dazai knew his preferences. Dazai is such a powerful person, so it is normal to investigate him in advance. "But irritating food is not good for your stomach right now, so soba noodles."

……

For Leslie, it was a suspenseful dinner.

Although it looks good on the surface, the uncle at Kaixi Restaurant has maintained an average cooking level. Everyone's food is delicious, and the baby's breath that they brought home is also placed in a vase. It looks beautiful no matter how you look at it.

But he couldn't ignore the living corpse who was invited by his father to sit and eat together.

The other children were also more or less looking at the living corpse, their eyes full of sparkling curiosity.He knows why.Dad rarely invites outsiders to eat at home. To be more precise, Dad never invites outsiders to eat at home.

But he also knew that it wasn't because Dad didn't want to invite others, it was just because Dad never thought about it.

Just like Leslie himself, before he was shipped to death, he never thought about non-human life.

He thought that his father would wait until he fell in love with a girl before he would start thinking about how to invite her home for dinner. As a result, the reality will always have unexpected developments.

He thought of what Xingsuke said casually before: "This person is probably secretly in love with Brother Oda!"

Is it possible that you are right?

With a feeling of absurdity, he couldn't help turning his head to look at Xingsuke, but it turned out that Xingsuke turned his head to look at him.

The two boys stared at each other for a while, each showing a look that resembled shock, and looked away.

Leslie panicked.

If he is the only one who feels something is wrong, then he must be thinking too much, but if Kosuke also feels that way...

There must be something between Dad and that living corpse!

The author has something to say: ah, it’s raining, it’s so cold, I got into bed

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