When Dazai became a god judge

Yokohama, a port city located in the east of Kanagawa, is the second largest city in Japan after Tokyo. It is bustling, noisy, beautiful and affectionate, like a mature and plump young woman leaning on a railing and handing a glass of red wine in your direction.

Osamu Dazai stretched out his hand, took the goblet from the woman's hand, and quickly and politely pressed a light kiss between the woman's white and round fingers.

"Oh! Beautiful wife, do you know? The moment I saw you, I already confirmed my own way of death." Osamu Dazai lightly held the proprietress's hand and placed it on his chest, "He died of cardiac arrest and insufficient blood supply. ——Look, it has stopped beating! Would you like to die with me? Just tonight, the Yokohama River is our best destination."

Forced by the action, the proprietress had to look at Osamu Dazai. His eyes were sincere and calm, but also as deep as an abyss. It was an obsessive darkness. Once he fell, he could not escape.

The proprietress heard her heart beating non-stop in her chest, she forced herself to calm down, with all her strength she withdrew her hand from Osamu Dazai's, and snorted dissatisfiedly: "My old lady believed in your evil. What a ghost! This is the seventh time you have held the hands of different women in this bar this month and asked them to die with you!"

"Ah...that means I was rejected seven times in this bar this month?" Osamu Dazai stirred the ice cubes in the glass and sighed slightly melancholy.

"Who will agree to die with you?!" The proprietress threw the glass head-on, and Dazai Osamu caught it and put it on the bar, and got up and left before the second glass hit.

Osamu Dazai stood at the door and waved, "Thank you for your hospitality. I hope you will consider my proposal when we meet next time. As for the debt owed, someone will help me pay it back tomorrow."

The night breeze was cool, blowing away some of the alcohol, Dazai Osamu turned his head, and the bar with the "Lupin" signboard looked a bit old against the backdrop of the neon-colored stores.

When he used to work in the port mafia, he often came to this bar to drink with Oda Sakunosuke and Sakaguchi Ango.

Osamu Dazai felt his head hurt more and more, and his body became heavier and heavier. He thought, it was probably because of drinking a lot of wine and blowing cold wind.

He pinched the middle of the crowd to wake himself up a bit, and took a closer look. Unknowingly, he had walked to the Port Bridge, and walking forward was the territory of the Port Mafia. so quiet.

My old friends and old friends are all there, do you want to spend the night on a bed?Even the cells of the Port Mafia are more comfortable than Sleeping Bridge.

"That's the decision!" Osamu Dazai pulled himself together and walked towards the destination while holding onto the railing of the bridge.

"Crack!" After years of disrepair and another battle, the already precarious bridge collapsed due to the last weight.

A second before falling, Osamu Dazai thought that he really had nothing to do with the port mafia.

He closed his eyes, his only regret was probably not being able to die in love with the beautiful lady.

In the next second, a pair of slender but powerful arms jumped over the railing and grabbed Osamu Dazai's wrist at the very moment.

"Is it because my sincerity finally moved God to let an angelic and beautiful girl accompany me to die in love?" Osamu Dazai opened his eyes and looked at the foreign girl with blond hair and blue eyes who held him back with some surprise. Said: "This is really great!"

"Neither you nor I will die, and there are important letters that must be delivered to you by hand."

The girl lying on the edge of the iron bridge answered earnestly, with her left elbow resting on the ground, her right hand, which was tightly holding Osamu Dazai's wrist, gained a little more strength, and pulled upwards abruptly, successfully pulling him up.

Touching the solid ground, Osamu Dazai took a deep breath, and formally thanked this elf-like girl who was so delicate as if she had stepped out of a fairy tale.The strength that completely doesn't match the weak appearance I see is pitiful. It's a bit like Kenji. Is it also a person with supernatural powers?

Osamu Dazai looked at the girl's pure blue eyes without a trace of impurities, and showed his usual smile, "It's a coincidence, I might have to sleep in the Yokohama River if you came a little late! What kind of mystery is that?" Power allows you and me to meet in the dark... These are not important. Beautiful lady, can you tell me your name?"

"I am an automatic memory doll, Violet Evergarden. As long as my employer requests, I can come anywhere." The evening wind lifted the girl's snow-white bragi dress and crimson headband, and she seriously Answering Osamu Dazai's questions one by one, "I went to the Armed Detective Agency according to the address given by my employer. Mr. Edogawa of the detective agency speculated that you were nearby, and Mr. Kunikida said, 'As long as you meet someone who is or is about to commit suicide , The man who looks like he deserves to be beaten is Osamu Dazai'."

It is really chilling to be described by his colleagues like this... Osamu Dazai thought about what he had been doing all the time, and felt that there was nothing wrong with it, "Then the automatic memory doll—Miss Violet, you just said yes Do you have any important letters for me?"

Violet took out a letter sealed with rose red mud from the suitcase and handed it to Osamu Dazai.

On the top of the stationery, which is embossed with a golden pattern, it reads——

Sincerely, Mr. Dazai:

People from other worlds with infinite talents, if you don't care where you live, if you have the determination to give up your life, if you are willing to help save all mankind, please use blood as a spoon to open the road to another world and become one of us Bar!

The signature on the envelope is the Government of Time, and the neat handwriting printed with ink cannot decipher more content.

"Pfft! I'm too high school, Mr. Dazai, I'm no longer a sixteen or seventeen-year-old hot-blooded high school student."

Osamu Dazai sneered, and casually crumpled up the letter paper and stuffed it into his coat pocket, probably out of the idea of ​​a good citizen to protect the hygiene of Yokohama streets, so he didn't throw it away.

As if suddenly remembering something, he asked: "Miss Violet, confirm again, your job is to deliver the message, not to make the recipient accept the request in the letter?"

The girl lifted the heavy dark brown trolley bag with one hand, nodded and replied: "Yes, the choice made by the recipient is not within the scope of the employer's entrustment, that is to say, my work has been completed. Then, I bid farewell."

"That's great, it wouldn't be good if you couldn't complete the task because of my refusal." Osamu Dazai patted his chest and proposed cheerfully: "Beautiful lady, if time is not urgent, would you please come and have a cup of coffee with me?" ? The coffee shop downstairs of the detective agency tastes pretty good."

Violet turned around and faced Osamu Dazai, the emerald on his chest shone beautifully, "It's like this, before I have time to say something, the employer entrusted me with two letters, One is for you, and the other is for President Fukuzawa Yukichi. When I came to see you, President Fukuzawa asked me to bring you a few words."

"You may be able to help more people there, so treat it as a field trip, and work hard there too!"

"If you are unhappy, wronged or feel lonely, welcome to go home at any time."

"Well, since the president has said so, there is nothing we can do..." Osamu Dazai put away the cynical attitude he always showed in front of the world, and said seriously and seriously: "Miss Violet, please accept My request is to send a letter to the president and everyone in the detective agency."

Violet nodded, and immediately opened her suitcase, which contained a typewriter.She skillfully put the letter paper under the printing needle, and said in a clear and sweet voice, "It's time to start."

"First of all, it is impossible to work hard, and it is impossible in this life. Only fishing is the source of my happiness; then, because I don't know when I will come back, I asked the president to help me move the downstairs cafe, The bills for the Lupine bar, the ramen restaurant, and the suit shop in the Ginza Commercial Street are settled; finally, even if you are out on the job, the detective agency’s salary must be paid on time... that’s all for the time being.”

After typing the last character, the flawless face of a girl doll who doesn't understand emotions loosened a bit. How could such a human being who said these words in a serious manner?

Osamu Dazai couldn't help laughing, he could already imagine Kunikida Doppo's distraught look.

***

The golden pattern on the letter paper that Osamu Dazai received is actually a one-time positioning magic circle, using blood as a key, can open the passage to the Government of Time.Of course, for those with insufficient spiritual power, it is just a piece of more delicate paper.

The government of the time seemed to attach great importance to Osamu Dazai, and they sent a commissioner to receive the new god-inspector for his inauguration, and the priestess in charge of the introduction gently and patiently explained the nature of the god-inspector's work and other issues.Dazai Osamu's seemingly innate negotiating ability and keen insight gave him the upper hand at the negotiating table, and he signed the appointment contract of the god judge happily and satisfactorily. Even when the contract was signed, the person in charge seemed to hold Like a hot potato, he handed over the follow-up questions to Honosuke.

Osamu Dazai looked at Abai who fled in despair, and wondered if he had bullied Miss Miko too much.

"Master God Judge, welcome to the government of the time to take office, I am No. 666 shikigami fox help, you can call me 666, six six, six sauce..."

Osamu Dazai, who was in deep thought, sideways avoided Foxosuke who was flying towards him, knelt down and poked the staring-eyed fox curiously, and said, "It's amazing, a fox can talk."

"Of course, I'm not an ordinary fox." Foxosuke shook his dizzy head, and proudly puffed up his chest, "From now on, I, Liu-chan, will be your shikigami! Please give me your advice."

"Please give me more advice. I am Dazai Osamu." Dazai Osamu reached out and took Foxosuke's furry paw.

Foxnosuke was so excited that tears flowed down his face. Most of the people who can be selected to be the god judges are outstanding talents with outstanding personalities. There are very few people who can be as easy-going and "down-to-earth" as Osamu Dazai few.

It seemed to hit the top of the lottery.