Canary of the gods

News is playing on TV.

It is said that in order to attract customers, a haunted house hired several trustees to perform a month-long "haunted house" event.

Osamu Dazai lay on the sofa playing the game, took advantage of the gap between the game scenes to listen to it, and then commented: "A place like this, the more magical it is, the more it will attract the interest of novelty hunters. It's just like your painting back then. There were rumors of a 'curse', and instead of shying away from it, the gallery wanted to add fuel to the flames."

"Anyway, you are not their signed painter, you just put the paintings on consignment with them. It doesn't matter if your reputation is good or not, the important thing is whether you have a reputation, whether the rumors are interesting, and whether you can attract more curious collectors of paintings. .”

It turned out to be the case.

but……

"Why did you come to my house again?"

Holding the fruit, Ji Yiji, who had just come out of the kitchen, had a face as dark as the bottom of a pot, and looked at Osamu Dazai who was very comfortable in his house with extremely unfriendly eyes.

Dazai Zhizhi said confidently: "Of course I'm here to eat!"

A temple cultivator: "..." How dare you!

Osamu Dazai got up from the sofa, sat cross-legged, and counted with his fingers: "My wallet was washed away by the river again, and I haven't got the replacement card yet, and the coffee shop downstairs at the detective agency still has a few credit cards." Yue’s bill was not paid, and he went to Kunikida-kun, but he said, ‘This is already the fifth time this month’, and he threw him out…”

A temple cultivator: "..." This month has just passed a week and two days, right?

"That's why I came to find Xiu Jun~"

Osamu Dazai lay on the back of the sofa with a smile on his face, reaching out his hand to grab the cherries in the fruit plate.

A temple cultivator quickly slapped his hand away, took a quick step back with the fruit plate, and said with a look of disgust, "Go wash your hands!"

"Yes~"

Osamu Dazai threw away the game console in his hand, and ran towards the kitchen with bumpy steps like a child.

A temple cultivator is simply a headache to watch.

Just as Osamu Dazai stepped into the kitchen, the refrigerator and cupboards were suddenly opened, and fruits and compotes lined up and entered the sink one by one.

If someone else had done such a horrific scene, they would have been terrified, but Osamu Dazai just found it amusing.

Of course, his thoughts didn't last long.

Just as Osamu Dazai approached the sink, the cherries that had been dangling and floating in the air hit him in the face like hailstones.

Even if he wanted to be disqualified from the world, he would have to meet Che Lizi.Although the moment the cherries hit him, the supernatural powers applied to it were invalid, but the cherries are real objects, and they have inertial impact force, so it doesn't mean that the damage is too big, but it hits people so hard. , also hurts.

Osamu Dazai was smashed into a mess, and reached out to cover his face with a fruit plate, finally blocked all the cherries, and hurriedly caught them all before they hit the ground.

Osamu Dazai heaved a sigh of relief, and glanced at the apples in the vegetable sink that were rolling and cleaning the surface by himself, thinking that it's a good thing...

"Whoosh!"

Two glowing red apples jumped out of the vegetable sink with lightning speed, hitting Osamu Dazai's eyes one from the left and the other from the right.

"oops!"

The latter fell to the ground with a scream, and the back of his head was still on the floor with a muffled "boom".

Listening to the sound coming from the kitchen, a priest gnawed on the apple, feeling very happy.

When Osamu Dazai came out of the kitchen with a fruit plate, Ichiji had already finished eating an apple.

He leaned in front of a temple cultivator, pointed to the pair of panda eyes that had been smashed out by the apple, and said sadly, "Look!"

"Deserving it."

A priest swiped his phone, not bothering to look up at him.

"Eat mine, drink mine, use mine, I'm not happy, can't I hit you twice to vent my anger?"

Osamu Dazai choked and muttered, "I'm not the dog you picked up..."

"Hey!" A temple repair seemed to have heard some shocking joke, "I will never pick up someone like you. Guys who like to sneak into other people's homes to eat and drink will have the consciousness of being chopped up and thrown into the sewer .”

"..." Osamu Dazai pursed his lips, thinking that he would not want to be with the rats in the sewer or even be eaten, so he obediently sat back.

The TV series that Sixiu Yiyi has been chasing recently is called "Wind Chime House".

He turned on the TV to see this show by accident.

At that time, the TV series had already played in the middle and late stages. One Sixiu was attracted by watching the two episodes broadcast that day. It took a few days to fill in the parts that he hadn’t seen before. After catching up with the progress, he started to catch up with two episodes a day. Come on.

The TV series has come to an end, key clues have been found out one by one, and the original supernatural horror film has finally turned to a detective suspense film.

Although it is a bit old-fashioned, the screenwriter and director are very good, the rhythm is well controlled, the reversal is one after another, the climaxes, scene transitions and music renderings are all arranged just right.

Therefore, a temple has become a loyal fan of this drama. Every day, he will prepare food and drink 10 minutes in advance and sit in front of the TV. During this time, he can even not touch his mobile phone-this is really strange.

Today is the finale of "Wind Chime House". According to the clues revealed in the previous episodes, a temple has locked the murderer in his heart, but the most common thing in this drama is the reversal, so he is quite looking forward to the final result. How was it.

only……

"Hey, the next guy should be Barabara...here, look, am I right?"

"Tsk tsk, the murderer can't be this guy, he's stupid and bad, and the screenwriter used it as a smoke bomb..."

"Oh, it's all a routine, the current TV series..."

Every time Dazai Osamu said a word, a temple monk would have a bulging blue vein on his forehead.

The point is that the supernatural powers are still ineffective on him, there is no way for a priest to shut him up or throw him out of the window.

In the end, it was really unbearable, Ji Yiji stretched out his hand, paused the TV drama that was about to enter the highlights, then flew over and grabbed Osamu Dazai by the neck, picked up an apple from the fruit plate and stuffed it into his mouth, threatening very violently Said: "Shut up, bastard! If you dare to make a sound again, I will cut off your tongue, you know?!"

"Uuuuuuuu...!"

Osamu Dazai raised his hands in surrender, and Ji Yiyi threw him away angrily and let the TV series continue.

At the climax of the TV series, a temple almost held his breath and waited for the protagonist to expose the murderer...

"Jingle Bell--"

Dazai's phone rang.

He glanced at the notification of the incoming call, ignored the one next to him, connected the phone, and said briskly, "Oh, Kunikida-kun, what's the matter?"

"Hmm? Oh! So it's them..."

"Where is the location? Huh? Is it in the haunted house that caused trouble not long ago?"

"Yeah, okay, I know..."

The tense atmosphere that was finally brewing was completely destroyed in an instant, and a nerve representing reason in the temple was broken.

"boom--"

The ground collapsed suddenly, as if hit hard.The glass products exploded in an instant, and the projected fragments and wooden floor debris flew everywhere, leaving deep or shallow scratches on the furniture, and even Osamu Dazai suffered.

After the glass window was blown open, the outside wind came in, blowing the curtains to flutter in mid-air, and blowing a hair of the priest sitting on the sofa flying, exposing those cold, determined light golden eyes. come out.

"What's wrong? Dazai! Have you been attacked over there?!"

Kunikida Doppo's voice came from the other end of the phone, serious and nervous, obviously he heard the movement from their side.

Dazai Osamu said quickly: "It's okay, if it can be done, then let's do this first, and I will go there later."

"Really no..." question?

Before Kunikida Doppo finished speaking, Osamu Dazai hung up the phone.

"Beep, beep..."

Kunikida Doppo looked at the phone displaying "The call has ended", and couldn't help but think: Dazai, he won't cause any trouble again, right?You have to kill yourself to be happy, right? ?

On the other side of the phone.

Ji Yijiji looked at Osamu Dazai who had put away the phone expressionlessly, and said quietly, "What did I just say?"

Osamu Dazai looked up at the gravel slab hovering less than five centimeters above his head, and said calmly, "Okay, okay, don't be angry, if you disturb the neighbors..."

"Really?" A temple cultivator was unmoved, and stretched out his hand to grab it out of thin air, and the familiar bone-chopping knife appeared in his hand again. "Don't worry, they can't hear the movement here at all."

Osamu Dazai thought about it too.

but……

"I just received a new commission, so it's time for me to go. Thank you, Mr. Xiu, for your hospitality..."

He got up and walked around the sofa, the slab of gravel above his head following him like a shadow.The place that was supposed to be the entrance was suddenly blocked by a heavy bookcase that was moved to the door, leaving him with no way to escape.

"It's okay, I will erase your existence, so you don't have to worry about work."

Ji Yijie stood up with a knife in his hand, and walked towards Osamu Dazai without haste.

"Hmm... Although it would be nice to be able to die, can we discuss it and not use such a violent method? It doesn't feel so refreshing to be hacked to death with a kitchen knife..."

Osamu Dazai put his hands in his pockets and leaned his back against the cabinet door. There was no tension or fear on his face, only a little distress.It wasn't death that bothered him, but the manner of it.

A priest slapped the blade on his face, tilted his head and asked, "Is this your last words?"

Osamu Dazai blinked, stretched out two fingers, pinched the cold blade, and stuck it to his neck artery, closed his eyes with a peaceful expression, "Come on."

Is it true that he dare not make a move?

Ji Yiji twitched the corner of his mouth, and was about to swing a knife, Dazai Osamu suddenly said: "Oh, it seems that I can't visit the shooting scene of the second part of "Wind Bell House"."

Huh?

A temple cultivator's knife stopped suddenly.

As a fan of "House of Wind Chimes", how could he not know that the second part of this well-reputed TV series is already in preparation?It's just that the schedule of the crew is still in the confidential stage, so there is no other news for the time being.

"You mean... the crew of the second part of "Wind Bell House" has come to Yokohama?"

Osamu Dazai opened his eyes, and said innocently: "That's right, the commission this time is related to the crew."

A temple repair put down the kitchen knife and fell into deep thought.

Osamu Dazai pursed his lips to suppress a smile.

The big fish is about to bite the hook.