[Wen Ye] Ghosts and Notes

"Fetal Dream III"

——I just hope that I will no longer be alone.

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"That bastard Akutagawa doesn't wash his coat!! It's so sad——!"

Suddenly there was an irritable complaint in my consciousness, I froze for a while, and responded cautiously, "Rashomon?"

"I really don't understand why this guy saves resources, why can't he just wash his coat a little bit, and cling to that kind of dirty clothes every day, I really feel bad! It's good to wash off the blood stains anyway." Rashomon's voice sighed heavily and said helplessly.

"Ahaha..." I didn't know what to say, so I could only respond with a dry smile.

I don't know when it started, but I can vaguely feel the existence of other abilities.

But not all abilities can be sensed by themselves, and there are actually only a few who can really see the existence of the opponent.

Until one day, through Osamu Dazai's fragmentary memory, he learned the name of the supernatural ability in front of him - "Rashomon", and a strange feeling came to his heart.

Uncontrollable, as if expecting something, at that moment, he called out that name.

——"Rashomon."

In the darkness, a faint black halo gradually lit up, like a ball of flame, burning more and more violently.

"My... name... Rashomon."

Opening its mouth, the black beast murmured hoarsely.

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Similar to himself, Rashomon also learned to shape his own thinking after that.However, it is regrettable that not all supernatural beings can have the same long waking time as themselves.

This also led to the extremely slow establishment of Rashomon's personality and common sense, but this is not a problem.

"Tsk, you're all here."

"Ah, good evening, gentlemen~"

"Ah, good evening, filthy. And Miss Yasha." I stopped remembering, and said hurriedly.

Ahh, the filth has woken up, so the next thing is...

Although I, as a conscious being, do not have ears, I subconsciously want to cover my ears.

"■■■!! I'm so bored with a bunch of miscellaneous fish who don't know what they're doing every day, and that bastard Dazai really looks like a ■■I really want to punch him. ■I don’t get angry. I’m really a Buddha. I know every day. I feel that my life is too long. I don’t mind sending a glass of yellow spring water to melt his and ■’s ashes..."

"..."

"..."

"..."

These are the other three silent abilities.

That's it. After Rashomon, I also awakened many conscious bodies with supernatural powers.Then I discovered to my surprise that after the collision of these many consciousnesses, a small singularity actually appeared—the existence of this consciousness space.

All the supernatural consciousnesses that have been called by themselves can enter this space and communicate with each other during waking hours.

In the words of Golden Yasha, "It's like a chat room~"

I also think this adjective is quite appropriate.By the way, as the creator of this conscious space, I seem to have a little privilege, just like now...

(Among Dirty Sadness - Mute for 1 minute.)

"Ah, have you been banned again... I suggest you calm down a bit, dirty." The emotionless voice of the supernatural power echoed in this small space.

"Isn't there the theory of degeneration?" Ah, what a pity, probably his master is working overtime again tonight.

"Mr. Disqualified in the World, how are you doing today?" Rashomon solemnly said with a hint of warmth in his originally cold voice.

"Ah, it's okay." In fact, there is no need to use honorifics for me...

It seems that he was influenced by his master's strong ideas, after Rashomon found out that I was Dazai Osamu's supernatural power, he inexplicably cared a lot about me.

"Speaking of which, yesterday I vaguely felt...your existence." A deep voice sounded, "Well, you are the only one who can get rid of the "dirty" state, but it always feels a bit strange... "Tsk-tsk-tsk, Foulness suddenly fell silent, not knowing what he was thinking.

The owner of the filth seems to be Chuya... From the memory fragments, it seems that Dazai Osamu and the other party's relationship is not good.Contrary to those two, however, I get along pretty well with filth.In dirty words: If Osamu Dazai could be a little more pleasing to the eye like you, that guy in Central Plains wouldn't be so mad.

"It's so pitiful, Mr. Zhongyuan."

Sighed without the slightest guilt.

"Are you provoking me?" Wu Zhe noticed my words and said sullenly.

He smiled slightly, pretending to be scared.Well, even though I said that, Foul has never been angry with me, even if I stepped on his thunder point, it was just a few demonstrative curses, and I didn't feel the other party's resentment.

Maybe he doesn't care about supernatural powers like humans do.

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With the awakening of the supernatural power users, the supernatural powers in the chat room have fallen into a deep sleep.

Ah, I'm alone again.

A little, a little lonely.

The kind shell fell off, revealing the black and hollow contents.

The beautiful and gentle camouflage is like a delicate chocolate shell, which is deformed by heat and mixed together.Finally, it turned into a sticky and dirty sweet syrup, and turned into a dark mass, which gradually rotted and decayed.

so tired.

One feels lonely, but one is weary in the midst of crowds—like a candy plop in water, melting slowly, and disappearing without a sound.

I will be killed.

As I get along with other abilities, I feel more and more abnormal about myself.

That kind of trembling, fear.It seemed that something cold and sharp had climbed up the spine.He clamped his neck tightly, little by little—tightened.

So painful.

But he couldn't find the source of the pain, and couldn't even muster up the courage to ask for help.Such me must be contrived and disgusting as if moaning without illness.

Someone's distant and indistinct words sounded in his mind again.

"What is painful for you?"

Why do you feel pain right now?And what I feel, is it really pain?

Trapped in an endless loop, he anxiously tortured himself over and over again, tortured his thoughts, and prayed for a little relief.

Suddenly, a small spark exploded in my consciousness, ignorant, I seemed to understand something.

——My existence is "pain".

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Osamu Dazai has been talking to himself more often recently.

As usual, through someone's eyes, I silently observed the outside world.

"What is justice and what is evil?"

Lying on the table, the man whispered softly, "The murderer who is hated by everyone may be a good father who is loved by his daughter. A mafia who kills like hemp will also help and donate money to poor families in private The old people with eccentric personalities will also feed food when they see poor stray dogs on the side of the road."

"People always try to distinguish between black and white, but the two are often deeply entangled and interdependent."

Stretching out his finger and shaking the pieces on the chessboard boredly, Osamu Dazai sighed, "Well, you might not understand it~"

"If possible, I'd like to talk to you more." Resting his chin with one hand, he looked out of the window and stared at the tall black building. "The plan is about to start."

At that time, I didn't understand the meaning of the man's complex eyes reflected on the window glass—it seemed to be crying, but it seemed to be able to see strong joy, as if a long-awaited wish was finally coming true. happy.

Inexplicably, an indescribable feeling of anxiety permeated my heart, like a kind of sadness as if I was about to lose something.

Suppressing the churning thoughts in my heart, a black shadow invaded my sight.

Ah, so waking up time is over for today?

I closed my eyes, feeling a strong sense of weightlessness, and let my body sink into the darkness.

Like a small grain of sand, falling silently into the water.

My thinking quietly stopped.

It wasn't until much, much later that I realized—

What you have, will one day leave you.

The author has something to say: I actually like Osamu Dazai very much.

Because in Dazai Osamu's body, I will feel at ease.

I'm terrified of being around people, but in this little dark space—I feel absolutely safe.

This feeling.