As a background board, I want to pursue Dazai

"Hell communication?"

At the dinner table, we brought up the subject again.

Today, Mr. Rinaki Taki had something to go out, and Giyuu went to his sister's place. In the end, there were only the four of us at the dinner table.

Satoshi has no interest in things like urban legends and campus unbelievable things, so naturally he doesn't pay attention to their content. Why he mentioned it suddenly is because Dazai asked about it.

"Is it mentioned in the conversation between Ms. Wuyishi and Xuecun students? I am very concerned." He said, but his eyes did not know where to go. "Although I have heard about it, it seems that the rumors only spread among the students. , Even SNS didn’t involve much, and in the end, I don’t know much about the specific situation.”

As the person who knows the most about what happened, Zhenmo explained the cause and effect to us.

"Student Xuecun had an argument with others at school, and the monitor of our class stepped forward to stop him. During the quarrel, he was accidentally pushed down the stairs by the other party." Zhenmo licked his dry lips and said, "Xuecun acted very angry at that time. His expression is terrifying like Prajna."

I took a deep breath, "That Xuecun student? Will he show such an expression?"

"She said she was going to send them all to hell." Makoto narrated the scene at that time, "When she went to visit the monitor, she kept repeating this sentence-'I will send them to hell as an atonement'. So I really care."

"Let's talk about hell communication—just write the name of the person who hates you in the dialog box of hell communication, and a hell girl who listens to your resentment will appear and send your enemy to hell." She said, "The website of hell communication It only shows up at midnight, and the URL is no secret, a Google search will bring it up."

Dazai listened with great interest, the chopsticks in his hands seemed to be decorations, and he didn't pick up any food for a long time, just stuck in the air.The iris-colored eyes shone intriguingly under the incandescent light.

"As for the authenticity..." Zhenmo shook his head, "No one can prove it."

Sato frowned, he didn't believe this at all.

"What price do you have to pay?" Dazai rushed ahead of him and asked his own question. His voice was melodious and emotionless, as if he had drifted into the distance, "Putting resentful people into hell—this has already surpassed the scope of spiritual science. It is a supernatural event. With the help of ghosts and gods to fulfill their wishes, what price will human beings have to pay to make them listen and avenge them?"

"I don't know." Zhenmo's understanding of urban legends only goes to this point.

I thought about Dazai's words.

Referring to the experience in various legends of gods and monsters, if you want to make a deal with ghosts and gods, it is a high-risk behavior to seek skin from a tiger. If you want to take revenge on others and send their souls into hell, you must pay at least the same level of price to achieve it.

In the eyes of gods and ghosts, money and power are all vulgar human illusions, and if they want to impress their stone-like hearts, probably only the value of "humanity" itself, flesh and soul are the highest offerings.

Sabito and I held the same opinion. He said: "Revenge the avenger through strange powers. In this kind of story, the soul of the avenger will eventually become a sacrifice, right?"

I nodded and agreed: "There is no such thing as a free lunch in the world, not to mention that the request is sending people to hell. If you want to achieve this wish, the only price you can pay is your own soul, right?"

When things like the mind, ghosts, and human souls are involved, the topic becomes even more dull.

——It is clear that the people at our table all look like atheists.

"That's why Makoto wants to stop Yukimura-san. After all, the price of the hell communication is very likely to be beyond imagination." Dazai said, "However, as bystanders of the incident, the scope of our interference is too small. The will of the parties involved It will only become more firm as the contradictions intensify."

And I was thinking of another thing.

The conflict between Xuecun and his classmates is not insoluble in the eyes of outsiders who don't know the truth. They will think that "it is nothing more than a fight between children."

Even if it can't be resolved, it won't be to the point of being immortal, let alone using the method of hell communication to kill one thousand and self-damage eight hundred.

... No, maybe it hurts the enemy a hundred and hurts oneself eight thousand.

But I know in my heart that for Xuecun, this is not a boring love-crazy script, it is a collision of beliefs between her and the support club, and a few words from others cannot make her change her mind.

"However——" Dazai put down his chopsticks, and the evening news on the TV suddenly stopped, as if waiting for his next words, "It is Yukimura-san's own will that makes the final decision. From the perspective of others, we can't do it anyway. Tasting the same pain and despair as hers, I can't empathize with her anger."

It is even said that until now we have to deny her revenge.

Could it be my bystander arrogance to want to stop her from using Hellcomm?

Makoto sighed.

"Mr. Dazai is also right. Although I want to help Yukimura-san on my own initiative, but after all, we are not related, and we are not beings who can open our hearts to each other. What we can do may not be good in her opinion. Very superficial."

Satoshi seems to want to comfort her: "...you also do what you can."

"...Student Xuecun is not the one who will sit and wait for death." I said, I don't know if I am too disappointed to see the truth, and want to comfort her, "She told me that she had found a better solution, and assured me Hell communication will not be used, and let me tell Zhenmo not to worry about her."

When I said this, what came to my mind was Xuecun's smile when he said goodbye to me at the end. There was a weird distortion for a moment, but it seemed to be just an extremely ordinary smile.

Probably, it's my neurasthenia, I'm suspicious of everyone I see, I think too much.

Makoto and Sato will go out at night. This is the second time this week. Although I don’t know the truth, I always have a vague premonition—they seem to be carrying out a big event, a very great event, It's just that it's not convenient for me, an outsider, to know the specific content. When they are willing to take the initiative to mention this matter to me, it won't be too late for me to know the truth.

But I have a hunch—Mr. Dazai must know what they're doing.

"Then let's go first." Sato was changing shoes at the entrance, and he apologized to me: "Sorry, it happened unexpectedly, next time I will wash the dishes." Originally, he was the one who was in charge of cleaning the table today, so he could only change shifts with me up.

Zhenmo has already opened the door of the porch, and the night is as dark as ink.

"Let's go first. There are puddings I bought in the fridge, and Mr. Dazai's. Don't eat ours too."

"You're just too used to him. He's not a child, hasn't he always claimed to be a mature man? How can there be a useless adult who makes female high school students worry about him everywhere." Said rabbit, it's nothing Really dissatisfied.

"Because Mr. Dazai is a nice person. Said by Sato, he actually likes Mr. Dazai, doesn't he?" Manko said, "Okay, if you don't leave, it will be too late. Ms. Wu Yishi remember to lock the door at night, it's best It’s not easy to go out after ten o’clock, and the law and order in the neighborhood is not very good recently.”

"What about you?" The law and order is not very good, do the two high school students still go out for a night out?

"We'll stay at a friend's house." Saito explained, "Don't worry about us, we'll be with Giyuu."

The boys and girls wore clothes that were easy to move, and escaped into the night. Before the figure disappeared completely, I heard Mr. Dazai's moderate voice sending blessings.

"I wish you all a prosperous martial arts."

"Then I'm about to leave too..." Dazai held the door with one hand, and was about to put on his shoes and leave.

I thought he would stay for a snack before leaving, but alarm bells rang out in my heart.

I took a deep breath and worked up the courage to keep him.

"Mr. Dazai, can you wait for me for a while?"

"What's wrong?" He turned his head to look at me, as gentle as ever, "Is there anything I can do for you?"

"Although it's a bit embarrassing... well, I'm not very good at sorting garbage..." I hesitated and said, "Mr. Dazai, after I clean up the kitchen, can you help me see if I made any mistakes...?"

"……puff."

"Don't laugh!"

I am seriously troubled!

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