Canary of the gods

This news is about...

Mr. Fujikawa, a well-known entrepreneur, bought a painting in a certain gallery. Since the painting was handed over to him, he has been unlucky.

At first, it was only to the extent that I bit the sand while eating, chewed my teeth while drinking a glass of water, and tripped over small stones while walking, without causing too much consequence.

But slowly, the degree of unluckyness increases.

Just like...

While washing in the shower, the cold water pipe suddenly broke, and all the hot water sprayed out from the shower head scalded his head and face.

The elevator will fall halfway.Later, he didn't dare to take the elevator and climbed the stairs instead. The steps seemed to be splashed with oil, and he could slip three or five times a day.

Mr. Fujikawa lives in a high-end villa area with a quiet environment.A family in the same community has several dogs, both big and small, but they are all docile breeds.He usually has a good relationship with the owner of the family, and has seen their dogs, but has never been yelled at by them.But one day when he walked past their house, the dogs rushed out of the courtyard fiercely, chasing and biting him regardless.

A new building was built under his company name. When it was completed not long ago, he had a whim and went to check and accept it with the subordinates in charge of the project.As a result, a glass window on the upper floor suddenly fell off, just above him.Fortunately, he was pushed away by his subordinates in time. Although he fell and broke his knee, it was better than being smashed by a falling object.

There are many other things like this, all of which happened within a month of buying the painting.

And the last time, there was a serious car accident on the way from get off work, and he was directly admitted to the intensive care unit of the hospital.

Sixiu Yiyi stood and read the news, his brows furrowed unconsciously.

Osamu Dazai saw a temple standing still, patted the place beside him, and motioned him to sit down.

Ji Yiji did sit down, but he didn't sit next to Dazai Osamu, but was separated from him by a considerable distance, and his disgust was palpable.

When he sat down, the breakfast that had been prepared in the kitchen suddenly appeared on the low glass table in front of him.

He had just picked up the knife to smear jam on toast when he felt a chill run down his spine.

Turning his head, he found that Osamu Dazai's eyes were shining brightly, staring at him intently, and he almost wrote "Where's mine" on his face.

A temple cultivator: "..."

He said indifferently, "It's not for you."

Osamu Dazai waved his hand, and jokingly said, "Hey~ Don't be stubborn, I just went to the kitchen and..."

Before he could finish his words, with a "shua", a plate suddenly appeared in mid-air, and it slapped Osamu Dazai's face!

Osamu Dazai grasped the edge of the plate quickly, and the disqualification took effect, causing the toast and poached eggs, which were not affected by gravity, to almost fall to the ground, but fortunately he caught them in time.

He wiped the sweat that didn't exist on his forehead, "Oh, it's almost almost."

A temple cultivator snorted, and started to eat breakfast on his own.

"Oh, that's right." Dazai Osamu suddenly said again, "Just now I said I went to the kitchen, but it was a lie... ouch!"

The pillow on the sofa hit the back of his head unexpectedly, causing him to bite his own tongue before he finished speaking.

A temple cultivator cast a gloomy glance, "You can't stop your mouth with food, if you don't want your tongue, just cut it off!"

Osamu Dazai gasped in pain and couldn't help but slander: It's really fierce.

Both sides didn't pay attention to the rules of eating without talking, and chatted about the news just now while eating.

Dazai Osamu and Ichijo Jishu told more inside stories that were not on the news.

"Actually, Mr. Fujikawa didn't think that all this was caused by the painting he bought."

"Recently, his team has been bidding for the same project with another company. The boss of that company had a bad relationship with him before, and he has a big advantage in bidding this time, so he realized that After the things that happened to him were different recently, the first thing Mr. Fujikawa thought of was that guy."

One Sixiu: "Does he think the other party is using improper means to exclude competitors?"

Osamu Dazai nodded: "If he dies suddenly, there will be chaos within the company for a while. The team leader is gone, and this project bidding will definitely be greatly affected. And the cause of death is still an 'accident'. If it is done properly, No one will suspect the other party at all—Mr. Fujikawa believes that if it is a supernatural ability, it should be easy to do this."

When Osamu Dazai said "accident", Ji Yiji's face suddenly sank for some reason.

Osamu Dazai has been observing his expression. After noticing this small detail, he secretly wrote it down, and then said: "Two days ago, Mr. Fujikawa went to the Armed Detective Agency to entrust him. He was sure that this matter was done by his competitor." Yes, so direct direction, let us investigate what his competitors have done, collect evidence, and finally hand it over to the police.”

A temple repair stirred the coffee, his expression was inexplicable, "But the result of your investigation is not like this. What really caused him to encounter various accidents was the painting he bought a month."

Osamu Dazai: "That's right."

At this point, Ji Yiji almost knew the purpose of Osamu Dazai's arrival.

Osamu Dazai took out a photo from the inner pocket of the windbreaker coat, put it on the table, and pushed it towards a temple.

"This was shot at Mr. Fujikawa's house. Do you have any impression of the painting he bought?"

Jiyi Jishu glanced at it, then looked away, and said calmly, "I drew it the night I first moved to Yokohama."

His tone was as relaxed as if he was talking about the weather with someone.

"So, are you going to ask me for compensation or send me to the police station?"

Osamu Dazai's hand stirring the coffee stopped suddenly, with a surprised expression on his face—although it was probably an act of faking. "Why do you think so?"

A temple cultivator was puzzled, "Then why are you here?"

Dazai Zhizhi said naturally: "Go and get the painting back."

A temple cultivator: "...?" Is it that simple?

Osamu Dazai effortlessly guessed what he was thinking, "It's that simple, otherwise what do you think?"

"..."

A temple cultivator was silent for a while, raised his hands in front of him, and was about to clap his hands, "Why bother, I..."

"Do you want to take the painting back directly?"

Ji Yiyi did not speak, but his expression had already told Osamu Dazai that this was his intention.

Osamu Dazai sighed, looked helplessly and said, "If the matter is really that simple, why did I come to you? Why don't I just take the painting away from Mr. Fujikawa's house?"

A temple thought for a while, and felt that this was indeed the truth.

but……

"Who cares what you think." He smacked his lips impatiently, clapped his hands——

The painting did not come back.

Because his wrist was grabbed by Osamu Dazai.

Ji Yijiu turned his head to look over, his light golden eyes stared at Osamu Dazai who once again prevented him from using his ability, like a cheetah about to start hunting, "It seems that your last injury healed quickly?"

Dazai Osamu didn't change his smile, as if he didn't understand the threat in this sentence, he said briskly: "Oh, thank you for your concern~"

The surrounding air seemed to be stagnant, and the atmosphere was extremely tense.The sparks that burst out seemed to be seen where the two people's eyes met.

Just when a temple cultivator was about to make a move, their mobile phones rang at the same time.

The two looked away at the same time, took out their phones and took a look.

One of Sixiu's call prompts is "gallery".

Kunikida Doppo under Osamu Dazai.

The two reached a consensus to answer the phone first.

It's just that during this process, Osamu Dazai didn't let go of a temple's wrist, the latter glanced at him and decided to ignore him for the time being.

Ji Yiji thought that Mr. Fujikawa and the "cursed painting" would be mentioned at the gallery, but unexpectedly the gallery only routinely asked him when he would send his new works, as if he didn't know about it at all.

But it's not right, it was obvious that this matter was on the local news yesterday...

Even if the gallery is numbered in the news screen, he, who has not been to the gallery a few times, can guess it. It makes no sense that the gallery owner can't recognize it.

Could it be that none of the people in the gallery saw the news?

It shouldn't be possible, otherwise today's call would not have happened.

After all, a temple repairer just told them yesterday that they have to wait at least a month for new paintings.This phone call was more about forgetting the content of their conversation yesterday than it was a test, a test to see if he knew about Mr. Fujikawa.

After figuring it out, Sixiu Yiyi didn't care what the gallery was thinking about this matter, and planned to take advantage of the phone call to discuss the termination of the contract.

After all, now that something like this has happened, it is impossible for him to continue selling paintings as if nothing had happened, and he has to take back all the three paintings that he sold before.

He said his thoughts, and when he heard it from the other side, he panicked, "Did someone say something to you?"

A temple cultivator thought to himself, this call was indeed to test him.He didn't explain too much, and said directly: "It's just that I don't want to sell paintings."

But the opposite party unexpectedly refused to let go, and kept persuading a monk to "don't act impulsively", "the storm will pass", "you just paint, and leave the rest to the gallery"...

Don't ordinary people avoid such things as "curse"?

Why is this gallery the opposite?It's as if a temple cultivator has cast some kind of Gu on them, it's really strange.

He was not interested in listening to the long speech on the other side, so he took the phone away from his ear, and unconsciously wandered away.

Seeing his appearance, Osamu Dazai suddenly reached out and took his mobile phone away after finishing the call at some point.

A temple cultivator didn't stop him, and wanted to see what he had to say.

After a long time without a response from the monk, the person in charge of the gallery who was in charge of contacting him wailed, "So why do you want to terminate the contract all of a sudden?"

Dazai Osamu said with a smile: "Because we have more interesting jobs suitable for him."

The person in charge of the gallery: "???"

One of the parties, a monk: "...huh?"