I live longer than the incomparable

In fact, with Dazai's keen observation ability, when the young man raised his hand to pin the broken hair on the side of the bhikkhuni's cheeks behind his ears, he had already seen the ring in his hand and the one that the eight hundred bhikkhuni had been wearing all along. ring, obviously a silver ring of the same style.

Osamu Dazai just wanted to hear how Bikkuni Yaba would answer.

After hearing her answer "not friends", Osamu Dazai narrowed his eyes, and replied in an unclear manner: "That's it."

Oni Wu Tsuji raised his brows slightly, and his well-shaped red plum-colored eyes stared at her intently, as if waiting for her supplement.

Eight hundred bhikkhuni responded to his gaze and suddenly laughed.

She looked at Guiwu Tsuji and said, "This is my lover."

Compared with before, too many changes have taken place in Onimai Tsuji.Not to mention that the eight hundred bhikkhunis have never heard any rumors about "evil ghosts cannibalizing people" in these years, just judging from the reaction of their reunion after a long absence, it is enough to prove this point.

If it was the previous Ghost Dance Tsuji, the Ghost Dance Tsuji in the memory of the eight hundred bhikunis, it would be absolutely impossible to stand in front of her calmly like this moment, as if nothing had happened, with calm Talk to her without any strange tone.

Osamu Dazai showed a look of surprise on his face, and even stood up from his seat, with a look of extreme shock: "So it's Miss Yabai's lover!"

After Onimai Tsuji frowned at his exaggerated reaction, Dazai still had no intention of shutting up and keeping quiet.

He walked a few steps to the side of the eight hundred bhikkhuni, stood in front of Gui Wu Tsuji, and said: "I was still wondering what kind of existence you would be, after all, I have known Miss Yao Yao for five years. But I never met you."

When he spoke, the deep meaning in Osamu Dazai's words could be heard even without deliberate pondering. The red plum color in Oni Wu Tsuji's eyes became more and more dark, but soon the corners of his lips curled up, his tone Said peacefully to Osamu Dazai: "Because I have been busy with some things in recent years, I really haven't been able to stay with my wife properly..."

Guiwu Tsuji Wuyou did not hide the arrogance between his brows and eyes: "Thank you for your reminder," he said clearly, "I will definitely spend more time with her in the future."

Before the words fell, Gui Wu Tsuji reached out and held the hand of the eight hundred bhikkuni. He lowered his head slightly, his eyes fell on her side face, and the tone of the second half of the sentence was also somewhat pointed means.

The smile on Osamu Dazai's face remained unchanged, as if congratulating them from the bottom of his heart: "That's really great."

Although it was the first time that Onimai Tsuji saw Osamu Dazai in real life, the facts proved that he really didn't like this arrogant and self-righteous little ghost.

——Even now, Ghost Dance Tsuji Mumi has slightly changed his view of human beings compared to before.

The former Ghost Mai Tsuji has spent his entire life seeking ways to get rid of the human part of himself. He believes that he is above all people and that he has never received any punishment from God.

The curse that fell on Ubuyashiki's house did not affect him in the slightest.

But in fact, this is just the way that Ghost Mai Tsuji has always escaped.

The divine punishment that belonged to him had already fallen on him, and the punishment from the gods that fell before him in the form of a human being was the original breathing swordsman in the past—Jiguo Yuanyi.

Although during the Warring States period hundreds of years ago, Ji Guoyuan did not succeed in killing Onimui Tsuji, but the scars left by him have been burning on Onimui Tsuji's body for the past hundred years. These weaknesses were found when he finally faced the entire ghost killing team.

When walking on the side of the street with the eight hundred bhikkuni, Onimai Tsuji's eyes fell unconsciously on her profile, and he suddenly recalled his two near-death experiences in his heart.

When defeated by Ji Guoyuanyi, Gui Wu Tsuji escaped with his last strength. At that time, he had a silent conflict with Yabai Bhikuni because he turned Zhu Shi into a ghost.

Guiwu Tsuji parted ways with her in a fit of anger, and after he dissipated later, he did not go back to find Eight Hundred Bhikuni - even though he already knew the fact that she was inheriting the country at that time.

Guiwu Tsuji Wumi doesn't have the ability to predict the future like her, so naturally he doesn't know that the two young children of Jiguo will become his worst enemy in the future, while the other will become his most proud One of the winding ones.

He only knew that Eight Hundred Bhikkhuni would definitely come to him.

At that time, Oni Wu Tsuji was too self-centered. In his opinion, no one in this world would understand Eight Hundred Bhikkhuni like him, and no one would be able to walk with her through those difficult times for her like him. Too long and boring time.

But he would never have thought that when he met again, he would go to her on his own initiative—and in that embarrassing manner.

After that, Ghost Wuji Tsuji had actually become wary of the Ghost Killing Squad, so he added a restriction to all the blood cells given to other ghosts—that was to prevent, as he did in the past when facing Ji Guoyuan, Once again, something like Zhu Shi took advantage of his weakness to get out of his control.

What is even more unexpected is that after hundreds of years, he will be defeated again by the swordsmen of the Demon Killing Team wearing the same flower earrings.

And the reason why he can continue to exist in this world is because of the eight hundred bhikkhunis.

It was only now that Oni Wu Tsuji found out that it was never that the eight hundred bhikkhuni could not leave him, and it was never that the eight hundred bhikkhuni would definitely return to him.

Rather—Gimui Tsuji will return to her side.

He suddenly felt a bit of self-deprecating mentality. The reason why Guiwu Tsuji Wumi was able to wake up again after being defeated by the sword pose of the Breath of the Sun for the second time was probably because of Eight Hundred Bhikkhuni.

Although I don't know what method Babaichuni used, but when I think of the scene at that time, and every word Babaichuni said to him at the end, I can actually hear her hints.

But at that time, Onimai Tsuji had no intention of thinking.

He just felt angry—the anger that had flooded his head had overwhelmed his mind and made him no longer able to think.

From then until now, nearly a hundred years have passed, and Ghost Mai Tsuji, who no longer creates any ghosts, suddenly feels that he has calmed down, so he also has more time to think——

Even he himself is not clear about what he should think about.

But at least, for the first time so far, Ghost Dance Tsuji Mumi had the idea of ​​wanting to change for someone.

He faced up to the fact that he had already been punished by heaven, and he also faced up to the fact that the Ubayashiki family was no longer plagued by illness after Onimai Tsujimi died.

The so-called gods, although they cannot be seen or heard, may indeed exist.

And the eight hundred bhikkhunis, who have always been favored by the gods, must still be living somewhere in this world—a place beyond the sight of Oni Wu Tsuji.

So after a lapse of nearly a hundred years, he found the [-] nuns again.

——*——

Walking in silence all the way, it seems that the atmosphere between them has fallen into some kind of weird situation.

The strange silence spread between them, enough to make the eight hundred bhikkhuni feel emotional.

But she still didn't take the initiative to speak, but as usual, after walking back to the apartment not far from the coffee shop, she found the key from her bag and opened the door.

Because she lives alone, the house chosen by the eight hundred bhikkuni is not big, especially compared with before——when she and Guiwu Tsuji were still living together as a [husband and wife], there was a sharp contrast. Compare.

If it was in the past, in the space with only the two of them, Guiwu Tsuji Wumi would definitely show a mocking expression again.

But when the eight hundred bhikkhuni's eyes fell on Gui Wu Tsuji's face, she didn't see the expression she was all too familiar with on that handsome face.

The eight hundred bhikkhuni took out the spare slippers for the guests from the shoe cabinet, put them in front of Guiwu Tsuji, and said, "Change the shoes."

It was probably because her tone was so natural that Guiwu Tsuji Wumi actually listened to her words. After changing his slippers, he stood in the living room and watched Babaichuni sit down at the low table.

"I don't need to make you some tea." Eight hundred bhikuni raised her face slightly and looked at him.

Gui Wu Tsuji was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly realized what he should do at this time.

He sat down opposite Eight Hundred Bhikkuni, looked at her face and remained silent for a long time.

If he had met her shortly after waking up many years ago, Guiwu Tsuji Wumi would definitely not be what he is now.

He had thought about it countless times at that night, and when he met again, he pinched her neck and asked her what she was thinking, and he had been alone in that night countless times, clenching his fists tightly when thinking of her.

But to his own surprise, he didn't know what to say after actually meeting Eight Hundred Bhikkuni.

He was not the type of person who would ask the other party how they had been doing well over the years, and his remaining pride would not allow him to say such things.

So after a long silence, Eight Hundred Bhikkhuni spoke first.

She lowered her fair eyelids and said softly, "How did you find the one in the store?"

Listening to this unwavering tone, Gui Wu Tsuji Wu Mi didn't feel angry at all, as if he had accepted the fact that the eight hundred bhikkhunis existed like this.

"I've been looking for you before, but I didn't get any useful information." Guiwu Tsuji said: "It wasn't until a few years ago that I found out that other people were also looking for you, so I got specific information about you recently. "

Eight Hundred Bhikuni suddenly remembered what Gan Lejiang had said to herself at that time, and she realized at this time that she probably thought too little.

That's why when he saw Tong Mo, he thought it was Tong Mo who was looking for her.

She raised her eyes and met Gui Wu Tsuji's eyes, her face remained unchanged: "Is there anything you want to ask me?"

Eight Hundred Bhikkhuni originally thought that he would definitely want to ask the things that he couldn't ask at the first time.Unexpectedly, judging from the current situation, Gui Wu Tsuji Wu Mi really has a feeling that everything has been overlooked.

In fact, it's not that Guiwu Tsuji Wumi doesn't want to ask, he just doesn't know where to start.

After thinking for a few seconds, Oni Wu Tsuji asked her: "I didn't die at that time, was it because of you?"

As soon as such a question came out, there was a bit of heavy atmosphere in the air for no reason, but when he asked such a question, he also looked calm, which made the eight hundred bhikkhuni squint his eyes.

So she said, "Yes."

"You also know that after living in this world for a long time, even ordinary people will gain some power beyond ordinary people. Originally, there was only prophecy, but later I discovered that there seemed to be some other things."

This is the first time that the eight hundred bhikkhuni told him in such detail in front of Onimai Tsuji.

In fact, if the former Ghost Mai Tsuji was willing to listen to her calmly, Yabaichuni would probably tell him as well.

But it is a pity that at that time, even if the [-]-year-old bhikkuni wanted to say it, Gui Wu Tsuji Wu Mi would not want to hear it.

He only listens to what he wants to hear, and only pays attention to the answers he wants to know.

"In your body, there is also a part of me." Eight Hundred Bhikkuni said to him, "So I transferred the [death] that happened to you to me through that part."

When she said it, it was very flat, as if she just helped him with a trivial thing, but Gui Wu Tsuji frowned, and remained silent for a long time.

"Are you sure of success?"

"No." Eight Hundred Bhikkhuni told him very frankly: "But I saw your death a long time ago, the collapse of the infinite city, and your head being beheaded by the sun wheel knife."

Guiwu Tsuji Wuyou suddenly tightened his heartstrings: "When did it happen?"

"Hundreds of years ago, maybe 400 years, maybe 800 years...or not long after we first met." Eight Hundred Bhikkuni turned his face away and didn't look at him again.

She didn't know what kind of expression Onimi Tsuji had shown at this time, let alone... what kind of reaction he would have.

After a dead silence, she heard low laughter.

That laughter was different from every time she heard it before, it was clearly the same person, and it was clear that Gui Wu Tsuji Wuyou hadn't changed in any way during the thousand years they were together.

But now, in just a hundred years, he seems to have undergone earth-shaking changes.

"Did you have this kind of plan long ago?" Guiwu Tsuji Wuyou didn't just want to say this, he suddenly wanted to ask her something more, and asked her, in her mind, Guiwu Tsuji Wuyou What exactly is it.

Eight hundred bhikkhuni denied it, "The result I wanted most was to obtain real peace after transferring your [death]."

That is to replace him into hell.

This is not because of the important position that Ghost Dance Tsuji has in her mind, but simply because... Eight Hundred Bhikkhuni longed for that ending, longed for too long a time.

She just wanted to end everything in this world and close her eyes forever and ever.

But the curse still remained on her body, and after allowing Onimai Tsuji to survive because of her, she also opened her eyes.

Since entering the door, Oni Wu Tsuji has been watching her all the time, he took every subtle expression of the eight hundred bhikkhuni into his eyes, and only then did he realize that despite her previous prejudices, even if her tone was still calm, In fact, you can experience different emotions from it.

Even that kind of emotion is too short and subtle for ordinary people.

"But you are still alive." Oni Wu Tsuji pointed out this fact, he stretched out his hand, the hand that once seemed to never be warm again, unexpectedly felt a little warm at this moment.

Eight hundred bhikkuni was stunned for a moment, and when his palm touched her cheek, she subconsciously held the back of his hand.

——It is indeed warm.

It's not because Oni Wu Tsuji is no longer a [ghost], but because this kind of thing can change at any time for Oni Wu Tsuji - before, it was just because he didn't want to make himself too similar to humans, so he kept doing it. Did not adjust their body temperature.

But now his thinking has changed—especially after seeing Eight Hundred Pikkuni again, such a change is even more obvious.

No matter at any time, the eight hundred bhikkhuni can be well integrated into the life of human beings, as if they are really just ordinary human beings.

When they were separated for a short period of time because of disagreements many years ago, she did not live alone in the wilderness, but kept changing her residence and meeting new people.

There will always be someone else by her side—no matter how long she's been away from Kibu Tsuji.

Maybe one day she will part with those people, but Guiwu Tsuji suddenly realized that the eight hundred bhikkhuni had never been rejected by this world.

There will always be people who love her by her side, even if those people's names are not [Ghost Dance Tsuji Wumi].

as now.

Tong Mo, who had clearly died many years ago, but now reappeared in this world for some unknown reason, even met Eight Hundred Bhikkuni a few years earlier than him.

When investigating the news some time ago, Guiwu Tsuji Wuyou not only got the news that Tong Mo had been looking for her for the past few years, but also knew... the rumor that Tong Mo had pursued her.

Seeing the detailed and specific description clearly written on the document, Onimai Tsuji Mumi tore up the paper with a grim expression.

No matter how much is lost, there will be new ones to make up for - the eight hundred bhikkhunis are exactly the kind of existence favored by the gods.

However, this is just the idea of ​​Onimai Tsuji.

If it is based on the thoughts of the former Oni Wu Tsuji, he has always felt that nothing is irreplaceable.

Whether it's the annoying ants of the Ghost Killing Team or the useless and weak ghosts under him, they are all things that can be replaced at will.

It doesn't matter if one dies, anyway, there are countless existences that can replace them.It is also because of this that Oni Wu Tsuji thinks that he needs to create more oni in order to obtain stronger power that he can drive.

But until now, this idea has quietly changed.

The most obvious manifestation is that he no longer creates other ghosts.

Because when he saw Bhikkhuni Yabai again, Onimai Tsuji suddenly remembered that the name he had thought in his heart at the last moment at Miyashiki's house was actually Bhikkhuni Yabai.

He remembered their first meeting, Gui Wu Tsuji stood in front of her, stared at her face silently for a long time, until his body could not support his standing for a long time, scarlet blood flowed from his fingers, dripped on his clothes.

Embarrassed...and sad.

At that time, the sun, which he hadn't seen for a long time, rose in his sight. Facing such a hot and dazzling light, Guiwu Tsuji Wuyou suddenly smiled.

He thought, now, it is somewhat similar to then.

——*——

"Aren't you angry?" Eight Hundred Bhikkhuni put her face on his palm and asked him softly.

"I was angry," Guiwu Tsuji Wumi was unexpectedly frank, and even said, "I also thought about killing you."

Bhikkhuni Yao was strangely silent for a moment, because at this moment, Mitsuji Tsuji, his palm was following the outline of Bhikkhuni Yabao's profile, and it landed on her neck softly and slowly.

His fingertips rubbed the white and slender neck of Bhikkhuni Eight Hundred, and his nails changed silently.

Eight hundred bhikkhuni could clearly feel those sharp and sharp nails touching the skin of her neck, and she could easily cut open her blood vessels with a little force.

Guiwu Tsuji Wumi's voice was deep and hoarse, as if he wanted to cling to her ears, even though he was warm, it still wrapped around her ears like a poisonous snake.

"You're always like this." He leaned over and put his forehead against the bhikkhuni's forehead, his voice was low, "It seems like you don't care about anything, and you don't seem to be afraid of anything."

Even if she was suddenly strangled by him and might die at his hands at any time, she never showed any signs of panic.

The eight hundred bhikkhuni's breath was close to Gui Wu Tsuji's, she replied softly: "Really."

Her throat trembled when she spoke, and Guiwu Tsuji clearly sensed her existence——perceived the existence of the living Eight Hundred Bhikkhuni.

When Eight Hundred Bhikuni lowered her eyelids, Kimai Tsuji kissed the corner of her mouth miserably.

His kiss moved slowly from the edge of the lips, as if tracing her outline, the warm breath stayed on the skin of Eight Hundred Bikuni for a long time, penetrating from flesh to bone marrow.

That kind of kiss gradually deepened from the softness at the beginning. When the lips and teeth were intertwined, the eight hundred bhikkuni grabbed his collar, but there was no force in his hand. It was only because of the pressure of his body that he fell backwards, so Try to stabilize your sitting position with this.

Guiwu Tsuji Wucan's palm that was originally on her neck moved back, went down her shoulders, and then stayed on her back, bringing her body closer to his arms.

And the other hand covered the back of her hand without knowing when, inserted/inserted from between her fingers, and clasped the fingers tightly.

I don't know how long it took, Guiwu Tsuji Wumi finally let go of her a little bit, and the low table between them had already been moved to the side at the moment when the eight hundred bhikkhuni didn't notice, and the eight hundred bhikkuni was sitting on the table. into Onimi Tsuji's arms.

He hugged her tightly, put his chin on the top of Eight Hundred Bhikkuni's hair, and stroked her back with his palm.

He suddenly said, "But even so, I still love you."

The expression of the eight hundred bhikuni froze on her face, and her limbs also became stiff. She even had a trance feeling that she had misheard - because Gui Wu Tsuji said such words.

In her opinion, this kind of thing would not be something that Gui Wu Tsuji would say at all.

He has never been such a candid character, nor does he seem to be the kind of person who would tell her what he really thinks in his heart. It is precisely because of this that Eight Hundred Bhikkuni will clearly understand that no matter what she is thinking, There is no need to tell Ghost Dance Tsuji Wumi.

Until this time, the eight hundred bhikkhuni had a sense of reality—for this ghost dance Tsuji who had undergone too obvious changes.

At this time, the eight hundred bhikkhuni fully realized that Gui Wu Tsuji Wu Mi was indeed different from before.

It's not a superficial hypocrisy, but a change in his thinking, a change from the bottom of his heart-whether he himself is aware of the reason for this change or not.

This time, the one who didn't know what to say became the Eight Hundred Bhikkhuni.

Different from the previous silence where she didn't say anything because she knew that she would not listen to Ghost Wu Tsuji, she really felt flustered this time, and that emotion spread in her heart, making the original There was a wave of waves in the calm heart.

The eight hundred bhikkhuni came out of his arms, and her eyes fell on Gui Wu Tsuji's face, she suddenly asked him: "Then what are you living for now?"

This kind of question has always been entrenched in the heart of Eight Hundred Bhikkhuni, and now she has come up with the answer.That's why Babaichuni wanted to ask Guiwu Tsuji Wumi, and she wanted to hear his answer.

Oni Wu Tsuji used to live in pursuit of perfect immortality, in order to become a perfect creature above human beings. He has always been working towards this dream, until the swordsman of the breath of the sun cut him down. head.

Compared with the blue Bana flower, there seems to be a more important existence in the bottom of Gui Wu Tsuji's heart.

He stared at Eight Hundred Bhikkhuni for a long time, but did not answer this question.

"I've heard a piece of news." Gui Wu Tsuji suddenly said to her: "A person with the ability to predict has made a prophecy that somewhere in Yokohama, there is hidden a book called [Book] that can Turn everything written on it into a real treasure."

Eight hundred bhikkhunis watched him quietly.

She heard Onimai Tsuji say, "I want it."

Compared with the [Blue Higan Flower], which is not even known to exist or not, and has only been heard of by Onimai Tsuji for many years, the [Book] that has been widely circulated among people with supernatural powers is obviously more popular. possible.

So Bhikkhuni Eight Hundred laughed. She stroked Onimui Tsuji's face and said to him, "Go find it."

Not disappointed with him, but happy.

If Oni Wu Tsuji was like Tong Mo, saying "I live for you" to the eight hundred bhikkhuni, it would make the eight hundred bhikkhuni even more tired.

In the past long years, the weight of her own life that she has borne by herself has been heavy enough. If there are other people who entrust their lives to her, the meaning of their existence will also be Putting it on her body would make the Eight Hundred Bhikuni breathless.

It is precisely because of this reason that she cannot accept Tong Mo - there is nothing in Tong Mo's world, his eyes are always on her, and he himself is always working hard for the eight hundred bhikkhunis.

Perhaps it is indeed a very happy thing to be valued so much on other people, but Babaichuni is different.

In the long life of Eight Hundred Bhikkhuni, there is no need for her to be the center of everything.

——*——

When Ghost Dance Tsuji Muchan offered to let her move, Eight Hundred Bhikkuni refused.

Although he didn't show it when he first entered the door, judging from his current proposal, it turns out that Gui Wu Tsuji Wu Mi is still not used to such a small place.

But Babaichuni said: "I think this place is already very good, and I have lived here for several years, and I am used to it."

Eight hundred bhikkhunis have never liked the feeling of being too empty, nor did they like the feeling of living with many servants around them. That kind of feeling that there are many people, but the whole mansion is extremely quiet, has never been Neither was what she wanted.

After she clearly expressed her thoughts, Oni Wu Tsuji couldn't refute anymore.

In the past, the era when the eight hundred bhikkhuni would follow his will no matter what, it was only at this time that Guiwu Tsuji found out that now facing her rejection, he really had no other choice except to make a compromise. .

Because Babaichuni also added: "It doesn't matter if you don't like this place, but I don't have the idea of ​​moving yet."

This actually means that if Guiwu Tsuji doesn't want to live here, then he can go back to his favorite place to live alone.

After finally meeting Yaobhikuni again, Gui Wu Tsuji would not just leave like this, not to mention that he already knew very well that even if he was right next to Yaobhikuni, the eyes surrounding her would not be half-sighted. intention to retreat.

During the day, Babaichuni still goes to the coffee shop to take care of the business, occasionally chats with regular customers, or sits alone in the corner reading a book, and then changes into work clothes as a waiter when there are many people in the shop.

But the slight difference is that after the sun goes down, someone will come to the coffee shop to pick her up and go home.

The people from the detective agency upstairs finally saw the true face of her legendary "husband" after Guiwu Tsuji picked her up for nearly a week.

In the tea room, Naomi Tanizaki sat beside Junichiro Tanizaki with her face in her hands. She bent her brother's arm and put her cheek on his neck with emotion: "Miss Yabai's lover seems very reliable, although I don't know why I didn't show up before..."

When Atsushi Nakajima, who came to pick up the water, heard this, he paused to pick up the water. A picture of Miss Babai's husband downstairs came to pick her up from work, and he suddenly became curious: "Miss Babai's husband , what kind of work do you do?"

——Perhaps it was because of work that he couldn't be by her side for such a long time before.

Such a guess is completely justified.

Now that they have thought of this, the profession of Mr. Dazai, who was once mysterious enough to be called "one of the seven mysteries of the Armed Detective Agency" -- Mafia, involuntarily popped up in their minds.

But Atsushi Nakajima immediately thought of it: "If it's Mafia, Mr. Dazai must have heard of it..."

As soon as the words fell, several people saw Mr. Dazai pushing the door in with a cup.

Seeing that everyone was looking at him, Osamu Dazai was stunned for a moment, and then smiled: "Is it because I came at the wrong time? Could it be that I broke into something that shouldn't be done?"

Hearing this, Atsushi Nakajima quickly waved his hand: "No, we are just saying that Miss Yabai's husband has not shown up for such a long time, probably because of the influence of work, so I would like to ask Mr. Dazai if he has heard of him .”

Although everyone in the Armed Detective Agency already knew Osamu Dazai’s special status as one of the five cadres of the port Mafia in the past, no one had any prejudice against him because of this. They all joined the armed forces for various reasons. Detective agency - this is an organization that walks in the gray area and manages the twilight of Yokohama.

Before that, Atsushi Nakajima was still troubled by the fact that he could not control the supernatural ability, which made him look like a white tiger at night, which led to the rumor of "man-eating tiger" and was once listed as a wanted criminal by the city police. However, under Dazai Osamu's enlightenment, he gradually let go of his grudges about this matter.

Now, Fukuzawa Yukichi, the president of the Armed Detective Agency, also went to the Metropolitan Police Department to explain in person, and the arrest warrant of Atsushi Nakajima was lifted.

"Work..." Osamu Dazai touched his chin, looking like he was thinking hard. After thinking for a while, he suddenly raised his hand, as if he remembered something: "That's right!"

Atsushi Nakajima and Naomi Tanizaki looked extremely looking forward to his answer.

"Miss Yabai's husband, what's his name?" Osamu Dazai asked solemnly.

The others were silent for several seconds, looking at Osamu Dazai with helplessness.

But they also suddenly realized that they really didn't seem to know the name of Miss Babai's husband.

But... Tanizaki Naomi recalled hearing Miss Yabai call him, "It seems... Wu Mi, right?"

"Wu Mi?" Atsushi Nakajima repeated, substituting the last name of the eight hundred monks: "Eight Bai Wu Mi?"

This name is even stranger than the [Yaobai Bikuni] named after the legendary immortal priestess.

What's more, Tanizaki Naomi complained: "Will someone really use the word [Wu Mi] as a name? Whether it is interpreted as extremely miserable or extremely cruel, it sounds so miserable."

It's just that one is miserable for oneself, while the other is miserable for others.

Should it be said that they are husband and wife, even the strangeness of the name can have something in common.

"I've never heard of a name like Babaiwumi." Dazai Osamu said casually, "But I've heard of another name by chance before."

"Eh?" Atsushi Nakajima thought that this topic would end with Naomi Tanizaki's complaints, but he didn't expect that Mr. Dazai actually knew something: "What name?"

"If I remember correctly, it should have happened six years ago, right?" Osamu Dazai sat down on the sofa, tilted his head, exposing his neck tightly wrapped in white bandages, and said uncertainly: "Or more than five years ago? Anyway, I know it's about that time."

Atsushi Nakajima did not complain about such a casual statement, but waited for his follow-up.

Osamu Dazai said, "I've heard of the name [Onimi Tsuji Mucan]."