How I was forced to be a boss

It was almost late at night after watching the fireworks display.

Just in time for that last bedtime activity.

Walking on the small road among the mountains, Osamu Dazai asked curiously when he heard what I said, "What is it?"

Edogawa Ranpo glanced at the girl beside him and understood what this person was thinking, "It's really bad, Xiao Lingyang."

I put on my most serious face, "It's a fun event where everyone can get a good night's sleep."

After walking for about ten minutes, I arrived at the mountain villa I booked.

Among the tall trees surrounded by giants watching, there is a traditional Japanese-style building that looks quite old.

The outer walls are full of traces of time, and the dark windows seem to faintly see a fleeting shadow.

I always feel that there is a spying gaze from a dark corner on my body.

"Teacher~ why did you choose this kind of place! It's super-scary!" Mori Ogai hugged himself tightly as if scared.

Still as fake as ever.

Anyway, no one at the scene believed it, and didn't know what he was plotting.

The expression on Fukuzawa Yukichi's face became even more fierce, as if there was really something powerful and terrifying inside; Akutagawa Ryunosuke moved two steps in front of Gin, blocking her behind; Yumeno Hisaku grabbed the corner of my clothes.

"Because it's cheap," I said sincerely, "it's said that one night nearby people heard a woman screaming, and when they came to visit the next day, they found that only the hostess with a haggard look came to open the door. The smell of..."

Later, the neighbor was really suspicious and called the police. When the police came, they only found the bodies of the owner and his wife lying in the hall.The fly lying on the woman's eyeball that seemed to be protruding from its socket was still flapping its wings gently, as if it had been dead for more than a month.

Yet the neighbor had seen the woman a week earlier.

The most peculiar thing is that a pair of young daughters of the owner of the house disappeared and could not be found.

Later, the police almost searched the whole mountain, and after digging three feet, they couldn't find where the two children were.

In the end, the case could only be concluded with the conclusion that the couple committed suicide due to mental instability due to the influence of usury, and the child ran away early, presumably to find some relatives.

However, after that, the neighbors could always hear the crying of women and the laughter of little girls at night. They were terrified and annoyed, so they all moved out one after another.

"...That's why it's so cheap. But there's a saying," I smiled as I looked at the people whose faces turned pale!I smiled, "It is said that this is the land embraced by death." I pointed around.

Everyone's eyes followed her fingertips across the large cedar trees tightly surrounding her.

"This is……"

I don't know who murmured.

I said softly and slowly, "I heard that in the past, the cedar trees here were specially cut down to make coffins, and people here were buried in the forest after they died, so there are also dead people living on the trees here. The term soul."

Gradually lowering his voice, "Maybe now, this land is more lively than we imagined."

Haruno Qiluozi shuddered with a pale face, and hugged the cat tightly in her hand, trying to rely on the fluffy fur to warm her body.

"Teacher Takenishi!" Yasugo Sakaguchi shouted helplessly.

Seeing that everyone looked like they were going to blow their hair, I quickly changed the subject, "Ah, but this is just a legend, and it's not very credible." Seeing that everyone was relieved, I raised the corner of my lower lip indistinctly , "Actually, another way of saying it is more interesting."

The people living in this area have a unique way of offering sacrifices. Every generation, each family must choose one of their children to sink into the bottomless lake deep in the forest, which is regarded as a kind of sacrifice and appeasement. .

It is said that there used to be a beautiful girl living in a family in this place, but one day she disappeared.When she reappeared, the girl was already pregnant.

At that time, the people around couldn't accept this incident, thinking that she was bewitched by the evil god and was about to give birth to a child of the evil god. In order to purify her, they wanted to wash her with the water of the holy lake that had been supporting the people on this land for generations. of filth.

The weak pregnant woman was tied to a bamboo pole and immersed in the middle of the cold lake. No matter how hoarsely she begged and explained, no one would believe her, and no one would stand up to speak for her.

Then, from around the pregnant woman, bloodstains spread out in large swaths.Like a bloody flower that suddenly bloomed, it was strange and evil.

Since then the holy lake has become like some kind of sinful place connected to hell.

There are always people who walk into the lake and commit suicide as if they were bewitched.

The people who could hear the voice of the woman screaming and looking for the child every night had to come up with a solution - to return the child to her.

"...The family who died, it is said that because they were reluctant to part with their own children, they deceived the mother god of ghosts and broke the agreement between the two parties. As a result, all the families who made the oath suffered disaster."

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"Teacher Zhuxi!!!"

!I covered my ears, "Sorry sorry, I was joking!"

I hugged my head and shrank behind Mr. Ranpo, "Actually, it's just because this place is relatively close, and the environment is more suitable for playing that summer game, so I chose this place."

Finally, I confessed honestly.

"Seriously?" Sakaguchi Ango couldn't help complaining.

Finally, we entered the villa.

The inside is quite clean, there is no dust, but for some reason, I can always smell a fishy smell.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke went to press the switch, "Ah."

"The proprietress said that because no one lives here, the circuit may be a little damaged. Sometimes this happens," I leaned over and reminded, "But I have prepared enough candles in advance, so I don't think it's a problem. , so the atmosphere is better, so I agreed."

Ryunosuke Akutagawa's body froze, but he nodded stiffly, thinking that this was Mr. Takenishi's decision.

Seeing the girl's sincere expression, Edogawa tilted his head in disorder.

Sitting with everyone on the carpet in the living room, each of us lit a candle and placed it in front of us.

"It's the revised Hundred Monogatari. After everyone tells a strange story, they blow out the candles in front of them. The last person is punished by going to the well behind the villa to take a look." I explained to everyone with a smile.

"It's the last bedtime activity~"

"...Is it really possible to sleep like this?" I don't know who asked this sentence.

"Then I'll come first!" Mori Ogai raised his hand, eager to try.

"It is said that on the snow mountain there lives a beautiful girl who can seduce men who go up the mountain..."

Ogai Mori told the traditional story of the Yuki-onna before blowing out the candles in front of him.

"What, Mr. Mori's story is not scary at all." Osamu Dazai whispered.

Mori Ogai didn't care too much, and showed a yearning expression, "If Yuki is a cute girl like Alice, even if it will be frozen, I will be willing~"

After that, everyone told the strange stories they knew one after another one after another.

The scariest of them all turned out to be Edgar Allan Poe's.Because the kind of story that doesn't deviate too much from reality makes people feel creepy after thinking about it carefully.

In the end, it was only Mr. Ranpo and I who did not talk.

"Xiao Lingyang, do you want to come first?"

"Well, that's hard work! Mr. Ranpo." I didn't refuse.

"What I'm going to tell is the story of a family deeply fascinated by death."

This is a large and prosperous family.The oldest living great-grandmother is 90 years old, and the youngest is a three-month-old baby.

However, the family that was supposed to be the most lively had accidents one after another.

The youngest baby was sitting in the bathtub, and when his mother went out to answer the phone, the well-behaved ducklings and cleaning supplies moved cheerfully in his eyes as if they suddenly came to life, and colorful pictures appeared in front of him. In a world like a fairy-tale kingdom, the little baby laughed happily, and then, as if being guided by these dolls, he turned on the switch of the faucet, and one of the fairy-tale creatures knocked down the plug of the drain, and the water rose higher and higher. Higher, he lost consciousness in bliss.

In addition, some people accidentally fell off the cliff when they went out to enjoy the scenery; The thugs who broke into the house were dismembered; there are also those who are always in a kind of hunger, eating the toothpaste, eating the caught mice, and finally eating the poisonous fruit...

For various reasons, the eyes of the people in this family seem to be staring at death from birth, and there are always strange and weird things in their world that attract them to pursue, and these things are all in the place they get without exception. A moment led them to the finish line.

Pursue the world you desire with satisfaction and happiness, and then stay in the happiest moment.

After telling this story, I feel that it is not particularly good, and there is no way to compare it with Edgar Allan Poe.

So when I was embarrassed and wanted to blow out the candle in front of my eyes, suddenly two hands stretched out beside me and held me down.

I looked over in confusion, and found that it was Osamu Dazai and Chuya Nakahara.

When Osamu Dazai looked at me, his eyes were like a black vortex, expressionless, staring straight at me, while Chuya Nakahara had a strange and inexplicable panic on his face.

"What's wrong?"

I didn't quite understand what happened to them, and looking around, I saw that everyone was looking at me with a strange and complicated emotion that I couldn't understand.

Even Mr. Cat, who was squinting and squinting lazily, lifted up!looked up at me.

To be honest, this scene in this environment is a bit scary to me.

"Lingyang," Dazai Osamu's voice was calm and unwavering, "You don't need to blow out your candle."

The author has something to say: 1 I always put the if of world destruction, here is a self-destructive if of broken heart. (can be omitted)

[Man is a creature that cannot stop thinking.

The feelings that arise from thinking cannot therefore be stopped.

"People always stare at death, and while they are afraid, they are also attracted by death." Osamu Dazai said flatly.

I often can't see this person's heart clearly, but when he said this, the two people's hearts seemed to be connected.

After finishing speaking, Osamu Dazai and I looked at each other, and the other's emotionless smile was reflected in each other's dull eyes.

We can understand each other.I sigh in my heart.

Standing on the top of a high-rise building in Hong Kong and Heilongjiang, you can feel the violent wind.When looking down, the height can make people's eyes dizzy for a while.

But my eyes were fixed on it and I couldn't move it away.

It was as if something I longed for the most, something I had been looking for, caught my eye firmly.

He walked up to me, and with anticipation, he couldn't wait to tell me, "This is really—the best place!"

"It's love, it's love!"

He looked at me excitedly.

I smiled and nodded.

This is the martyrdom of two people who did not love each other at all.

When I fell from a high place while holding him, my heartbeat accelerated at a certain moment, and it made people feel that this was really the grandest announcement made by two people in love to escape the world.

However, my mind clearly told me, no.

I don't yearn for death, and even maintain the awe that normal people should have towards death.

I'm just curious.

There is an uncontrollable desire to explore what lies beneath the abyss.

Then, I finally knew the answer.

Satisfy, Enron.

——badendg "hypocritical martyrdom" savg...]

There are really many types of 2be.If Ling Yang died, no one would do what was supposed to be done, and the world would still end.