Seeking the Law of Summoning in Taisho

Probably no one would have thought that Osamu Dazai, who had just left Undead Chuan's house, returned within an hour, and brought a message that made them unable to return to God for a long time.

"...Brother?" Xuan Mi hugged Jiu Ye who was still asleep, and stared blankly at the person beside him, "They said... Dad died?"

Shinya never took his eyes off the person at the door, and didn't make a sound.

Although the streets at night are not as noisy as during the day, there are still occasional voices of people passing by. Those slight noises are in stark contrast to the dead silence in this room.

Mrs. Undead Chuan's eyes were a little red, but she suppressed her grief, and quickly turned around and asked: "Shimi, you watch your younger siblings at home, and I will go out...to pick up your father."

Before she could turn around, Shimi grabbed her hand.

"No, Mom, I'll go." His expression was very calm, "You've been tired all day, and Qin and Hong will make a fuss if they wake up and don't see you. It's better for you to take care of it."

Mrs. Undead Chuan hesitated: "But your injury..."

"I'm fine now." Shimi said, then passed her and walked out, and came to the door, as if making a promise, said in a deep voice, "I will bring that bastard back."

In the end, Mrs. Undead Chuan did not stop her.

Osamu Dazai took Shimi to the place where the corpse was found. Shimi's mood was very calm along the way, until he reached the entrance of the forest and saw the bloody corpse on the ground, he finally pulled the corner of his mouth, revealing A smile that seemed to be mocking and sad.

But he didn't say anything, just silently pulled the rack cart to the side of the corpse, and carried the corpse up together with Zhou Fangzun.

The body was put on the mat, and he looked at the face.

In fact, there is nothing to look at, the dead body is pale and bloodless, the fatal wound is on the right temple, the wound cut by the murder weapon is turned outward, and the brittle bones inside can almost be seen from there.

The whole body is either bloodstained or dusty, so dirty that people don't want to take a second look.

But... he was just inexplicably unable to look away.

There seemed to be a hole in his heart, and the wind was blowing in, and the wind penetrated through every hole, as if the cold had entered the bones, and he almost started to tremble.

His sight was suddenly blocked by a mat, and he realized slowly that someone had covered the corpse with a mat.

Osamu Dazai withdrew his hand and asked him, "Let's go?"

The entrance of the cave seems to have been stuffed with a wooden plank. Although it cannot completely block the cold wind, it is better than nothing.

Shimi took a slow breath, and when he let it out, his emotions had calmed down again.

Nodding, he said, "Let's go."

When the two helped bring the body back to Undead Chuan's house, all the children woke up, and they had obviously been informed of the relevant news. The moment they saw the shelf truck at the door, they all cried out.

Minami lowered her head, clenched her hand on the shaft unconsciously.

A sad atmosphere was pervasive. Although the cries could not be said to spread throughout the entire street, many people lost their sleepiness, or opened the windows or walked to the street to find out what happened.

Osamu Dazai patted Shimi on the shoulder, motioning him to look in one direction.

"Who is that?"

People on the street stood in twos and threes, Osamu Dazai indicated that the only place he looked was a man wearing a white jacket and a dark blue hakama.

When he caught sight of the two, the man suddenly took a step back.

Shinya obviously knew him, and quickly replied to Osamu Dazai: "It's Uncle Sanzhi who sells butchers at the end of the street. He once fought with Dad..."

Speaking of this, he seemed to realize something, and looked at Dazai: "You think it's him—"

Before he could finish speaking, Osamu Dazai patted his shoulder again, and while interrupting his words, he raised his voice slightly: "Shimi-kun, your father died before he could tell us who the murderer is. You are sorry about that."

Shimi was taken aback.

Zhou Fangzun glanced at him, put his hands in his pockets, and didn't make a sound.

Shimi opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but Osamu Dazai quickly said, "Go to the police at dawn tomorrow, and I will tell you everything in front of the police."

Shimi vaguely felt that he was a little strange, but still nodded and agreed to the matter.

Because the family was not rich, Mrs. Undead Chuan did not hold a funeral for the man, but buried him hastily in the cemetery, vented her emotions for a while with the children, and it was considered the end of the matter.

To some extent, this weak woman has a stronger heart than ordinary people.

It was already midnight after the incident, and Osamu Dazai laughed happily when he heard Mrs. Undead Chuan caring about their place to stay:

"Don't worry, I've found a tree~"

Mrs. Undead Chuan was stunned: "Eh...eh?"

Shiya: "..."

Worry more, okay?

Mrs. Undead Chuan's eyes were still swollen, but the emotion on her face had changed from sadness to worry about the two of them.

She frowned slightly, and said hesitantly: "Otherwise, the two gentlemen can stay at our house. Although the place is a little smaller, it's always better than sleeping in the wild."

"No~" Osamu Dazai shook his head, smiling mysteriously, "There is one more thing to do tonight."

Leaving from Undead Chuan's house again, the two stood on the street at night, deeply feeling that everything in front of them was like an image played backwards.

Zhou Fangzun breathed a sigh of relief, "You probably don't want me to follow you from now on."

Osamu Dazai smiled and looked at him sideways: "Is there somewhere to go?"

"There will always be, and you should worry about yourself." Zhou Fangzun put his hands in his jeans pockets, turned and left, "Don't call me anymore, I'm going to rest."

The red hair was blown up by the wind, and his back was unrestrained and fearless, even if the road ahead in the next second was doomed to nothingness, it would not stop him.

Osamu Dazai lowered his eyes and smiled, turned around at the same time, and walked briskly in the opposite direction.

An indistinct suicide song slipped from his mouth, far away on the quiet street.

--

"Clap"

The fallen branch was stepped on, and the sound of breaking was particularly abrupt in the quiet forest. The man hid behind the tree in an instant, grasped the handle of the ax tightly, and listened nervously to the movement around him.

Nothing out of the ordinary.

Xia Chan rang loudly. The man poked his head out from behind the tree and looked out cautiously, but was surprised to find that the young man who had been walking in front had disappeared.

The moonlight falls coolly, the wind passes through the forest, and the branches and leaves are like ghost shadows.

"Are you looking for me?"

A clear male voice came from behind him, the man turned his head instantly, and the young man who had lost track suddenly came into his sight.

The branches of the crooked-neck tree extended far away, and he squatted on it, his brown windbreaker hanging down and being swayed by the wind, like a flag in the dark night, flamboyant and high-profile.

"Sir, following me up the mountain so late, do you want to die in love with me? But I'm sorry, I only like beautiful ladies."

With his back to the light, he couldn't see his expression clearly, only his brisk and clear voice continued to ring in the forest.

But in view of the current environment, such a voice is even more terrifying.

"You," the man on the ground looked sternly, "What did Undead Chuan tell you?"

Osamu Dazai suddenly realized: "So it was because of this incident? It's nothing, just told us that the person who killed him—"

He smiled secretly: "——It's you, Mr. Sanzhi."

The moment the voice fell, he jumped off the tree, his brown windbreaker swaying in the air, and amidst the howls of the wind, he stepped on the handle of the ax that the opponent used to parry, raised his foot and kicked the opponent's face mercilessly.

Sanzhi groaned in pain from being kicked, staggered backwards, and quickly swung the ax to charge again after reacting. Stretched out of the pocket, lifted up.

The cold muzzle touched his forehead, and Sanzhi stopped moving instantly.

"Wait, wait a minute!" His body froze, and the hand holding the ax couldn't help but began to tremble, "I was wrong, I was wrong! I killed him. He was right. I'll go to the police station with you. Don't kill him!" I!"

"It's really you," Dazai Osamu was a little surprised, "I was just talking casually, why did you admit it?"

Sanzhi was taken aback.

Osamu Dazai slowly moved his index finger towards the trigger, "You ran over with me after a trick, the case is too easy to solve, it's a waste of our reputation as a detective."

Seeing that his finger was already on the trigger, Sanzhi shouted: "You can't kill me! It's illegal for you to kill me! You—"

Dazai ignored it, pressed his finger down, and the trigger was pulled!

Sane closed her eyes tightly.

"Snapped."

After a while, there was still no pain in the head.

Sanzhi opened his eyes, and the goal he entered was the other party's smiling face.

"Hee hee, this is the toy gun I borrowed from Tsuya, you were tricked."

A surge of anger surged up in his chest, and Sange roared and wanted to break free from the other party's gripping him. Osamu Dazai suddenly raised his pistol and hit his head with his elbow forcefully. The severe pain began to spread. The next moment, his knees went limp. , fell to the ground, unconscious.

The ax hit the ground with a "clang" sound, and the curled blade was splattered with blood under the moonlight.

Osamu Dazai sighed: "Although my physical strength has not returned to its prime, it is too sad to be underestimated by someone like you."

He leaned over to pick up the ax on the ground, and smiled at the man lying flat on the ground, "This one is confiscated."

--

When it was just dawn on the second day, the police station in Banqiao received a report that his father had been killed, and he hoped they could help catch the murderer.

As soon as the police officer on duty took out his pen to record, a man with a big swollen head ran in and claimed that he was the murderer.

The level of convincingness of his words made all the police officers almost suspect that they were still dreaming.

However, when they saw the young man who reported the case going up to beat up the murderer, the police officers immediately came to their senses. The records that should be recorded, the ones that should be taken into custody, but during the busy break, they still couldn't hold back and let out a bewildered voice:

Do the current murderers have such a sense of the rule of law?

When Shinya came out of the police station, Osamu Dazai was at the door... teasing the dog.

"Crack! Crack!" The young man simulated the sound of a gunshot, and aimed the gun at the stray dog ​​sitting under the steps, "Next time you show up in front of me, I will shoot your dog's head off with one shot, remember! ?"

Stray dog: "Wow!"

Osamu Dazai: "Now that you remember it, let's go."

Shiya: "..."

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