The human disqualification of an outsider

The dark world is full of unknowns, but streams of light flicker in it from time to time, but they disappear in the blink of an eye, but they seem to have left their traces unknowingly.

Osamu Dazai sank into such an abyss, or in other words, his consciousness had already entered such a darkness. The black hair color and the dark clothing made him more integrated into this place, and even the smiling face His expression looked a little gloomy and indifferent.

The pair of iris-colored eyes that can take away people's souls anytime and anywhere are tightly closed, the long eyelashes are trembling, and the shadow cast is particularly conspicuous on this fair skin, the white bandages are flying wantonly, the world without gravity Among them, there is no saying of falling down, one side of them is still connected to the bandage wrapped around Dazai's body, but the other side is flying freely around, protecting the sleeping boy.

In this quiet and silent world, a ray of light suddenly fell from the sky and fell into the abyss, but it was still impossible to find where the ground was. It just fell endlessly, toward the unknown bottom, bringing Come a little wish-like hope-like brilliance.

The clear and misty clothes raised the corners of the clothes, and the white-haired child stepped forward in this space. Every time he took a step, there would be shallow waves under his feet, and then scattered into the darkness, and the light fell on his body. On the body, falling on the indistinguishable male and female face, it illuminated his eyes clearly, but it was too clear that he couldn't see the things reflected in it.

He walked towards the direction where Osamu Dazai was, one step after another, one step after another, and finally landed on the side of the other party, stretched out his small hand, and the bandages avoided him, leaving a hole for him to be inserted by his hand Space, he walked forward along the trend, passed through the layers of bandages, entered the protected territory, and stroked Osamu Dazai's face.

There seemed to be a little surprise in his expression, or maybe he suddenly realized that the boy's hand touched Dazai Osamu's face, and then slowly slid down the neck, shoulders, and chest in this order, and finally landed on the He touched the opponent's chest, flattened his palms, slowly closed his eyes, bent over and leaned sideways on Dazai Osamu's body, his ears touched the chest, as if he was listening to something.

"So that's how it is..." He felt so emotional, stretched out his finger, and touched the bandage on Osamu Dazai's right eye, as if he was probing for something, then gently pulled the bandage off, the boy Looking at Osamu Dazai's beautiful face, brushing his fingers over the hair that fell down his forehead, and remembering that face deeply in his heart, he couldn't help but let out a soft cry, "People from the Tsushima family, it turns out Does it look like this?"

"Yeah, that's what it looks like." A calm voice escaped from those lips, Osamu Dazai stretched out his hand, grabbed the boy's hand, and took back the bandage, but he didn't directly wrap his right eye again, He just got up, sat here, stared at the young man in front of him, seemed to confirm something, and said in a low voice, "It's the Dresden stone..."

"That's just someone else's name for me." The boy known as "Dresden Slate" responded to Osamu Dazai lightly, walked away from the other party, and slowly reached out his hand to touch the flying around. The bandage, following the boy's gestures, slowly made a pattern of love peaches, and then changed into a bowknot.

"Is it fun?" Osamu Dazai sat cross-legged. In this weightless place, he seemed to be able to adjust his state very well to ensure that he would not experience any abnormalities. A faint fluorescent light radiated from his side, as if The launch of "Disqualification in the World" is not quite like it.

The boy glanced at Osamu Dazai, realized that the other party seemed to be curious about the light on his body, and explained silently, "That is the representative of the family, you are the orthodox blood of the Tsushima family, in my world, you should be It is an existence that is favored by me."

"Is that so?" Responding casually to the boy's words, Osamu Dazai turned his gaze around, and found that the place looked ordinary, without any bright spots. He took out a mobile phone from his pocket boredly, and started typing. , I found that there is no way to send other than phone calls and text messages, and it is no problem to play games online.

"This is the space of consciousness, which can roughly reflect some real things," the young man waved his hand, and after a second the surrounding space distorted, the darkness faded away, and it became the house where Osamu Dazai lived in Yokohama. He looked at it The furnishings in the house even made a certain evaluation, "It really is the style of the Tsushima family, extremely cold and unpopular."

"You really belong to the Tsushima family, but you have never seen the appearance of the Tsushima family." His kite-colored eyes stared at the young man, Dazai Osamu read slowly, and what the young man just said flashed through his mind. That sentence, when you hear someone who has never met the Tsushima family, but you are very familiar with the Tsushima family, it feels very subtle.

"Because I have been hearing it from my friends, but this is not very important, you just need to know,"

Speaking slowly, the boy blinked, reached out and tapped Osamu Dazai on the forehead, "I will never hurt you, anyway, you are also my family."

Osamu Dazai stretched out his hand and poked the surrounding scene. He found that this thing seemed to be pickable, so he poured himself a glass of water logically, took a sip, and moistened his throat. His mood was calm and indifferent, as if at this moment, All the original feelings left him, "If that dwarf in Chuya came here, he probably wouldn't be able to use any of his abilities."

"Weightlessness or something, it really suits him~" He drew a long voice, as if trying to mobilize his emotions, but gave up after a while, Osamu Dazai restored his original dark eyes, staring at the boy in front of him, "So, Did you call me here for something?"

"Look at what kind of people from the Tsushima family that my friends are talking about," the young man replied as a matter of course, without intending to hide it, looking a little pure and natural, "Your memory seems to be a little loose, and it happened to be when I was here again. I took a look at your situation by the way, and predicted your future, as a collection of human beings all over the world, it is very easy to do these things."

He paused, and lightly pressed his fingers on Osamu Dazai's forehead, white light radiated from his fingertips, covering the two of them, the young man seemed to transmit something to Dazai's mind, but there was nothing As usual, he ruffles Dazai's hair, messing up the smooth black hair: "It's better not to think too much about children, although there are some things that you can avoid if you don't want to avoid them." .”

"What did you do?" There was no way to judge what the boy had done, Osamu Dazai slapped off the boy's hand, and touched his forehead, feeling a little puzzled.

"It's just adding something to the original fate, so you can see more possibilities." Calmly and briefly commenting on what he did, the boy didn't intend to explain more on this issue, no matter what, With Dazai's intelligence, he can naturally understand what he has done when the time is right.

"It seems that it should be triggered automatically at a certain point?" Guessing something, Osamu Dazai retracted his hand in a daze, tugged at the bandages fluttering around his body, and slowly reapplied round and round. Wrapped around his arms and neck, and then slowly wrapped his right eye, returning to its original appearance.

"I can go." Looking around the young man, Dazai Osamu made some judgments, and then asked the last question. Presumably, according to this time, the young man should have finished what he wanted to say, right?

"Yes." The young man didn't intend to stay with Dazai for a while, he waved his hand, and a white mist wrapped Dazai in it, gradually fading his figure.

"Then, thank you for your hospitality." The corners of his mouth curled up, Osamu Dazai pursed his smile, and said softly to the boy, "Since you don't have an accurate address, I'll call you that too, Dresden Slate."

Seeing the afterimage of Osamu Dazai's consciousness about to return to the normal world, the boy paused, and suddenly said to Osamu Dazai: "To a certain extent, you should call me 'Daddy', after all, you are my cub. "

Osamu Dazai opened his eyes wide. He stared at the boy's figure, and at the moment he disappeared, he made a shocked voice because of the boy's words: "Wait, you seem to have said something extraordinary?!"

The young man blinked his eyes and waved his hand to the place where Osamu Dazai was no longer there. He lowered his head and dispersed the surrounding scene casually, and once again restored the place to the original darkness. He stared at the place where his hand , the feeling of just touching Osamu Dazai still remains on the fingertips, it seems that it can be preserved for a long time...

"Hmm... It seems that my cub is still alive and well." He said, turning his head and walking aimlessly again, spending the boring time of listening to others make wishes in this boring abyss life.

After a while, the corners of the young man's mouth suddenly curled up slightly. He seemed to have thought of something, looked up at the shining light, and said softly, "Although I can't die, it's better to have someone to accompany me. Gift, he should live better?"