[Wen Ye] Do caged birds dream of butterflies?

It healed itself, and even the blood was recovered. "

"Exactly." For the sake of speculation, there is no need to hide it—it's better to say that since you didn't burn your clothes and destroy the bullets, you didn't intend to hide it.

After all, living together for a long time, the anomaly that heals quickly after being injured cannot be hidden.Instead of thinking about how to hide it, it is better to think about how to expose it is in your best interest.For example, now, Mori Ogai thought he had reached a conclusion, but actually missed the truth.

You didn't simply heal from your injuries, but actually died once.It can be seen that even in a world with supernatural powers, resurrection from death is still a blind spot in thinking that is difficult to verify-after all, he can't kill you first and try.

"But is this considered a supernatural ability?" You continued to probe.

"Of course. Occasionally, there will be guys who have supernatural powers and don't realize it. But if it's supernatural powers, Tomoe should know what it's called?"

"Name..." You think, since Dazai-sensei's ability is called [Disqualification in the World], and Ozaki Koyo's ability is called [Golden Yasha], then according to this naming method, your ability should be called, "...【 Tomie] Right?"

"Is it [Fu Jiang]?" Alice stared at you

"That's right, it's called [Fu Jiang]." You blinked your eyes without any guilt, since Mr. Junji Ito's manga was originally called "Fu Jiang".

"Okay, let's call it [Fu Jiang]." Alice pouted angrily, "Hey, the materials have been delivered, so I'm leaving! Taro Rin is still waiting for me to go back. "

"Wait a minute, wait a minute," you hurriedly called her, and flipped through the documents on the table with one hand, "I read it quickly, please accompany me to read it, Alice."

Your action is not so much flipping as it is turning pages. Alice saw that you quickly scanned a line of text without looking at it seriously, and finally couldn't help but ask, "So what are you looking for!"

"I'm looking for something I'm interested in." Your fingertips followed your gaze and scanned the paper line by line, and finally stopped under the four words, "Ah! I have it!"

"What what?" Alice leaned over.

"I just wanted to look for it randomly, but I didn't expect it to exist." You couldn't help but sigh at the coincidence, "Look, there is a name I like here too."

It was an eyewitness report of PortMafia members who entered Mortar Street, about the leader of [Sheep] Gravity, [King of Sheep] Chuya Chuya.

07

07

"Central Plains Chuya..."

Once, before you met Mr. Dazai, your favorite foreign writer was Chuya Nakahara. "生ひ立ちの歌", "On the Lake", "一つのメルヘン"...and of course the song "油れちまった悲しみを".The exquisite descriptions, unique metaphors and clear and gentle sorrow in Nakahara Chuya's poems once made you very addicted.

Have you ever thought about dying at the age of 24, so that you can engrave the first half of "生ひ立ちの歌" on the tombstone.

I am ashamed to say that although you have heard Mr. Dazai's name a long time ago, your real encounter with him was several years later.When you were in college, your temper was a little weird.The more your classmates talked about "Disqualification in the World", it aroused your left sex, saying "what's so good about Osamu Dazai", and dismissing everyone's admiration - that's exactly you When I was addicted to the poems of Mr. Nakahara Chuya.

Until a long time later, you opened the book yourself.

So, human beings are really arrogant.You can't help but blush when you think of those ignorant remarks when you were young.Dazai-sensei is completely different, you think, Dazai-sensei is the wick with sparks inserted into your dead soul.It was he who ignited your soul the way he ignited himself.

Because of him, you know that you, too, can burn.

***

So now, when you suddenly see the four characters Zhongyuan Zhongye, while you are happy, you have a sense of shame that you are forced to think of and face your dark history.

This made you couldn't help but move your mouth: "Alice..."

"what happened?"

"You have to remember," even if you know that she is only Mori Ogai's supernatural power, but now, your desire to confide is overwhelming, "Don't be stubborn, don't be extreme, before you actually read an author's work , don't say anything like 'what's so good about so-and-so'."

"what are you talking about?"

"It doesn't matter if you don't understand, just remember it." You feel that your expression at this moment must be very kind and sincere, earnestly saying "In short, don't slap your face like your sister!"

***

Probably your actions are too incomprehensible. When Alice left, she was still in a daze, with "I have no idea what this woman is doing" written in her big blue eyes.

But you are already satisfied.You finally said what you wanted to say to your former self, and now you just feel relaxed.

You silently wrote a paragraph of Teacher Zhongyuan’s poem on the manuscript paper, and you admired it for a while, then picked up the guest ashtray, lit a match, and watched that page of manuscript paper burn to ashes.

Well, the nostalgia is over, and we can continue to start the business of being a caged bird.

You moved the ashtray a little away, took out your phone and broadcast the number, and heard a calm and restrained male voice from the other side of the receiver.

"Boss?"

"Well, it's me, Oda, could you please buy me some new novels and send them over? Well, as long as it's new this week, any subject matter is fine."

***

Then you get 2 detective novels, 1 fantasy love story.It's all very interesting.

As expected of Oda Sakunosuke, if you think about it, it is good to have a good eye for choosing books.

***

It was two days later that I saw Osamu Dazai again.

He broke into your study room without knocking as usual, threw the black coat he was wearing on the ground casually, climbed onto the sofa with his shoes on, stretched out like a black cat with its belly exposed. hands and feet.

His left wrist was in a plaster cast, and his forehead was wrapped in thick bandages—twice as many as usual.

You quickly put down your pen and walked over. "Mr. Dazai is injured."

"Yeah. The wrist was almost snapped in two."

"It hurts." You stood beside him, carefully looking at the wound that had been wrapped.

"It hurts so much!" He lay on his back and looked at you, "It hurt so much that I almost cried."

He is really afraid of pain, you have seen him trying to drown himself and then being picked up with tears in his eyes, suffering from a high fever and tossing with headaches - and only then will he look like the real one at his age The child, no, is like a smaller child, making soft and sweet voices, wanting to be hugged and coaxed, humming and coquettish and refusing to take medicine.

Ah, so you are a little distracted, Mr. Dazai has not smiled in front of you for a long time - except for sneers and sneers, recently, he only shows that feathery smile when it is obvious that he is going to torment you .What's more, it is with a gloomy calm, just like now, he is screaming that it hurts, it hurts, but there is no pain in his kite-colored eyes, only bottomless holes.

It’s so good, you think, although the teacher who smiles like that is very beautiful, but you still like this teacher more, after all, this is the truth behind his mask—ah, no, your love for the teacher is already full , so there is no need to use a comparative.

You like any kind of Mr. Dazai.

You correct your thoughts when suddenly you feel a pain in your head.

"what."

"What are you thinking? You laugh so disgustingly." Osamu Dazai narrowed his eyes, and you realized that he somehow pinched a bunch of your hair and wrapped it around his fingers.The glossy black hair curled around the boy's fingertips, making his fingers look slender and pale.

When he moved his hand, you were pulled forward and swayed forward, and quickly stretched out your hand to press on the armrest of the sofa, while answering him hastily: "I'm thinking about Mr. Dazai."

"It's disgusting."

"You have just said that."

He stopped talking, just twisted your hair around your fingertips like a ball of wire, you had to lower your head with his movements, the distance between you is getting closer, so close to him Light breaths brush your cheeks like feathers.

You feel hot all over your body, and you can't help but close your eyes.In the darkness, his voice sounded.

"Xiao Fujiang, I killed someone today."

For PortMafia, this is really not a topic that needs to be brought up specifically, but this is Dazai-sensei, you will love to hear anything he says.

So you obediently followed his words and asked, "What kind of person is he?"

"The unlucky guy who was hit by a ricochet. I don't remember what he looked like." He paused, then continued, "//The ricochet hit the root of the throat. Even if it was treated immediately, it would not be cured. Instead, it should be left It's going to take at least 5 minutes to die anyway.//So I asked him,//What should I do? Should I use the gun in my hand to relieve him from the pain?//"

As if falling into memory, his voice was very flat, without a trace of warmth.You wait a moment to make sure he's finished before asking, "So did you shoot?"

"Ah. Empty magazine."

"You're so gentle. Dazai-san."

He stopped talking again.In the darkness, there is only your mutual breathing, gently echoing and closing.

Until you hear his soft laugh.

"Hey, Xiao Tomie, tell me, what does it feel like to die?"

"Even if you ask, I can't give you what you want