When Dazai became a god judge

Osamu Dazai's ability to recover is commendable. Not long after Kikyo left, he regained consciousness. After staring blankly at the ceiling for a while, the young interrogator covered his eyes with his arms regretfully, allowing his body to be covered. Wrapped in soft and warm bedding.

After experiencing the Shinjuku incident, the body felt exhausted earlier than the spirit. Dazai Osamu fell asleep in the futon with a faint scent of rosin, and did not wake up until dusk and the lights came up.

He propped himself up and sat up slowly, fumbling in the dark to get himself a glass of water.

"Master, are you awake?" The slightly deep voice was full of surprises: "Then I'm coming in."

Then, the door of the Japanese room was opened, and Fu Sangshen, who was resting on the soft bed outside, turned on the light, and it turned out that it was Hasebe.

Obviously, he is the valet on duty today.

Osamu Dazai punched and cut Hasebe and waved, then pointed to his own throat, and the knife-wielding youth said comprehensibly, "Please wait a moment" and then walked downstairs quickly.Before leaving, he entrusted Osamu Dazai with confidence: "Lord, I'll be right back, and before that, don't hurt yourself."

Osamu Dazai was a little helpless, not to mention that he just wanted to drink a glass of water, but if Yakiri Hasebe left so rashly, no one would know if he committed suicide, right?

Sure enough, even with enough age and experience, subject to the constraints of the body, the mind is still very pure, and thinking about problems is simple and pure.

After a while, Hasebe Yakiri came back, followed by Utasen Kanesada.None of their hands were empty, Hasebe was carrying a delicate wooden food box, and Kanesada Utari was carrying a jar of dark ceramic medicine cup.

"Sorry, Lord, I kept you waiting." Yaki Hasebe moved a small table and placed it next to Dazai Osamu's bed, knelt and sat beside him, and was about to open the food box, but was stopped by Kasen Kanesaki.

Zifa Dazai thoughtfully poured a cup of moderately warm boiled water for Osamu Dazai, and then began to complain, hoping that he would never leave without a word in the future, that he should say hello in advance for suicide, and so on.

Osamu Dazai hugged the cup, wrapped in the quilt, sipped water and listened.His larynx and trachea were injured to varying degrees, and it was extremely difficult to swallow, but the movement was slow but did not stop. The warm water infiltrated the dry mouth and stomach, and even the heart and spleen came alive.

After seeing Osamu Dazai put down the water glass, Kasen Kanesada immediately handed over a bowl of soup.The decoction, which was like overturned paint, could not distinguish the color and exuded a strange smell, was really daunting. Osamu Dazai held the bowl of decoction in silence for a long time, and finally asked in a hoarse voice: "Who boiled this medicine? Want to poison me to death!"

"Isn't this exactly what you expected?" Kasen Kanesada asked back.

Osamu Dazai opened his mouth in a difficult and obscure manner and continued to complain: "Song Xian... You really failed at learning."

"Thank you." Song Xian Kanesada gracefully raised her sleeves, handed over a porcelain spoon, and said emphatically, "I'm here to watch, so please drink up every drop, my lord."

Under Kasen Kanesada's stern gaze, Osamu Dazai scooped up a spoonful, and with just one mouthful, he was so bitter that he almost dropped the bowl.

This is just too bad to drink.

It's 2205 now, why do we still have to use the treatment methods of the Warring States period, why can't we have some high-tech treatments?There is still magic if science is not possible. After being injured by Toujian Fusangshen, he can rely on the spiritual power of the god judge to repair it. Why can they human beings only use the most stupid methods to heal?

"This is the medicine made from the prescription left by Miss Kikyo, a witch specially sent by the government of time. It is said that it has a miraculous effect on treating throat injuries." Kasen Kanesada responded calmly.

Pressing and cutting Cangbe hesitated to speak, but finally held back, he opened the log food box, put the top layer of the small plate containing candied fruit on the table, and couldn't bear to say: "Good medicine tastes bitter and is good for the disease. If you If you really find it bitter, you can drink it with candied fruit in your mouth."

"Can I not?" Osamu Dazai hugged the quilt pitifully.

"No." Kasen Kanesada's tone was firmer than ever before.

"Okay! I'll drink it!" Osamu Dazai looked like a strong man who would never return, pinched his nose, and drank the concoction in several gulps.Because of the discomfort in his throat, he was choked and coughed a few times before recovering.

Pressing and cutting Hasebe promptly handed over a piece of dried persimmon, which was prepared by Xiaoye Zuowen, and it is said to be extremely sweet.

Kasen Kanesada stared at Osamu Dazai after drinking the medicine, and then put out all the food in the food box together with Hasebe, but it was not very rich. A bowl of white porridge, a vegetable salad, and a piece of grilled fish without bones were just The meal is all there is to it.

Very ordinary Japanese home cooking.

Although it is a simple white porridge, it has a strong rice fragrance. The rice grains melt in the mouth, diluting the bitterness of the medicine. Once you taste it, you can tell that it was carefully boiled, and the hungry stomach slowly relaxes.

Osamu Dazai picked up a salad with chopsticks, and said, "Thank you Gexian, well, it would be even better if there were crabs."

"My lord, you are being polite. This is my duty." Gexian Kanedada said while collecting the medicine bowl: "My lord has a throat injury, and I also took herbal medicine. You can't eat irritating food. Before you recover, you are forbidden to eat chili, chili, etc. Crab, wine and other food."

Osamu Dazai's chopsticks stopped in mid-air, "I can't seem to refuse."

"Yes, please follow the doctor's advice." Kasen Kanesada calmly rolled up his sleeves.

Speaking of doctors, two people flashed in Osamu Dazai's mind, Yosano Akiko from the Armed Detective Agency and Mori Ogai from the Port Mafia. Sure enough, doctors are troublesome... He had to comfort himself, at least the porridge was cooked well. Yes, the vegetables are fresh and refreshing...

"Suffocating to death is really not a good way to commit suicide." Osamu Dazai put down the bowl and sighed from the bottom of his heart.

"It's good that you understand."

"Okay, I will definitely change the method in the future."

"..."

After the meal, Kasen Kanesada asked Yaki Hasebe to take care of Osamu Dazai and left. After a busy day, he also needed to have a good night's rest, at least to maintain sufficient physical and mental strength to deal with the demon Judge.

Osamu Dazai, who had slept all afternoon, did not feel sleepy at all, and was full of energy. He tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep. The sound was not loud, but it was enough to wake up Kakiri Hasebe, who was in a shallow sleep.

"Master, are you unable to sleep?" Yaki Hasebe asked softly standing at the door.

"It seems that I slept too long during the day. I'm sorry! I disturbed you, Hasebe." Osamu Dazai sat up, scratched his fluffy and slightly curly hair, and said apologetically.

Cutting Hasebe said quickly: "It doesn't matter, please don't take it to heart. If you need anything, please tell me at any time. In addition to assisting you in suicide, whether it is attacking the temple with fire or killing retainers, I will do it for you." It has a long memory, and added an extra prefix.

How persistent are you in attacking the temple with fire?Osamu Dazai didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but this reminded him of the problem of Kiyomitsu in California. Yamato Shou'an disappeared at the battle point of Honnoji.

It has only been a few days since Osamu Dazai took office as the judge of the gods, and he spent three days fishing and two days fishing with nets, and he didn't play well. I heard that Honmaru played normally during the few days he left, but I don't know which map to push to.

Thinking of this, Osamu Dazai asked Hasebe, and Dazai Fu bent down in self-reproach, "I'm sorry, Lord, I don't know. This is my negligence, please punish me." He put all his heart into it. In the case of the disappearance of the God Judge, how could he have the energy to go on an expedition.

"I'm just asking casually, don't take it to heart." Osamu Dazai waved his hand indifferently, it's really hard to communicate with such a hard-headed young man.

"Yes." Press cut Hasebe replied.

Then there was a long silence.Osamu Dazai sat on the bed, through the moonlight he could see Hasebe's upright figure printed on the window paper.

Really refused to relax for a moment.

Osamu Dazai stood up and walked to the door. He seemed to be able to feel Hasebe's breathing suddenly stopped and the beating of his heart in his chest.

He thought a little wickedly: If he just stood at the door like this, would he be suffocated to death by pressing and cutting Hasebe?

"I want to go out for a walk, will you come with me?" Osamu Dazai opened the door and asked Hasebe, who was kneeling beside the door.

The brilliance of the full moon sprinkled on Osamu Dazai, flowing like fine white sand in the water.

Hasebe, of course, couldn't get what he wanted: "Follow the Lord's order." He stood up and followed Dazai Osamu like a straight green pine.

It was late at night, and the surrounding area was extremely silent. All the Fusangshen in Honmaru were asleep. Yakiri Hasebe held a lamp, and walked in front half sideways, illuminating the way for Osamu Dazai.

Dazai Osamu didn't have any destination, just walked without bounds like this, and Yaki Hasebe suddenly felt that it was a kind of tranquility to walk with his master all the time.

"There seems to be someone in front." Osamu Dazai pointed to the lights flowing in the small square by the lake not far away.

Osamu Dazai did not put a barrier on the inner court, so Fu Sangshen did not need permission to come here, but except for emergency, Fu Sangshen sent reports in a very polite manner, and no one would sneak into the safety zone of the interrogator at night .

Hasebe, who was pressing and cutting, suddenly became nervous, "Master, please back away." He pressed his hand on the handle of the knife vigilantly, making a posture of preparing for battle.

Osamu Dazai signaled Hasebe not to be nervous, walked in and took a look, "It's a lotus lantern, someone should have placed it upstream, and it flows here." The source of this stream is at the intersection of the outer courtyard and the atrium. If it is placed outside, there is no barrier to stop it from flowing here, so it makes sense.

Hasebe breathed a sigh of relief, and suddenly heard Osamu Dazai talking to himself: "This river is so shallow, I don't think anyone can drown."

It doesn't matter whether you drown or die, it's scary for you to say such a thing, okay?

"Hey, who is putting out the lights at this late hour? Let's go and see! The upstream water is deep, and if he is about to commit suicide, he can be rescued." Osamu Dazai suggested enthusiastically.

No one will think of suicide except you.

Hasebe felt that this was Osamu Dazai's excuse to commit suicide in deep water.