Bungo Playing Game

Hasumi's task is to write something, attract some people, and then deal with some enemies.Therefore, building connections with others is actually quite meaningless.Because even if he left something here, after he left, the traces he left in place would disappear.

Others are just passing by.

However, connecting with other people is inevitable.Just say a short sentence, just make eye contact, then the "connection" is formed.

Hasumi now lives with Mr. Oda and his five children, so there is a connection between them that cannot be easily severed.Sakunosuke Oda worked in the port mafia, doing quite a lot of work for little money.When he was alone, his salary was barely enough.But after having five more children, he gradually became stretched.

So Hasumi still decided to write something, write something that can make money, and write something that can relieve economic pressure.In "his past", the youth also wrote for this purpose.

After the 88-day scrimmage, there was a hunger for objective, morale-boosting work.Thus, some novelists who were given political responsibility began to write inspiring works.But while the morale of the big men was high, the mood of the other half did not become much more comfortable.Women who have a greater responsibility on their backs are longing for something.

The human heart is complicated, so no matter how smart a person is, he cannot fully understand the thoughts of others.This point, even the gods and Buddhas in the sky and the devils in the ground cannot do it.But through observation and analysis, people can feel a lot.So Hasumi's most frequented place has become a red-light district controlled by gangsters. He has always just sat outside the gate because he has no money and no other ideas.For young people oppressed by tasks and poverty, finding inspiration and materials has become more important than carnal desire.

He also paints.

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An intelligence agent named Wu Lang in the organization ran away with the information. According to the investigation, the last person the other party saw was a young lady, who was his lover.The lover is still running his own business and has not escaped.The lover's name is Shumei, the lady of "Leshan".

Osamu Dazai is in charge of this matter.This was originally a trivial matter, but Muto Goro took a very important document when he escaped.In this way, the seriousness of the matter is greatly increased.

Find Shumi and get news about Goro Muto from him.

Dazai did not expect that when he found Shumi, he also met another person.Mama-san at the door stared at him curiously, but was quickly bypassed by Dazai.

"Shumei's words were taken away by other gentlemen not long ago."

So Dazai decided to show a woman named Mamina at the door, and gave the other party money to let her do whatever she wanted, while he wandered around at the reception on the second floor.He got Shumei's room number very easily, and brought wine in under the guise of the waiter's name.

As soon as he entered, he saw an acquaintance.No, that cannot be called an acquaintance.In hundreds of days, the two had only met once.

The one who stayed in the room and sat face to face with Shumi was the "Osamu Dazai" from Aomori whom Oda Saku had introduced to him.There is a drawing board between the man who is a few years older than him and the woman named Shumei, and the other party is drawing a picture for the lady.

"Hi." Dazai greeted relaxedly, but the two people still showed surprised expressions when they saw him.Dazai didn't mind this, Shumi didn't look like she was going to run away, she just looked at Dazai with eyes that could be described by the word "innocence".

As a result, Osamu Dazai's mood became unhappy instead.

"It's you." The young man's voice was very weak, but his words were not vague.Dazai found that there were two wine bottles lying beside him, and there was some red on his face.It turned out to be drunk.

"Children shouldn't come here."

Dazai is often regarded as a boy, and people always judge him based on his appearance.But he doesn't get angry at all, he never cares about it, because in the end, these wrong thoughts will naturally change.Even if he never forced each other.

"I have something important to do."

"Miss Shumei—can you give the two of us a space to talk alone?"

Shumei seemed to have thought of something, and her originally demure movements became flustered.She leaned over and said something to the young man, and the black-haired young man picked up the drawing board and went out.He didn't tidy up the messy paintbrushes on the ground, and he didn't take out the wine bottle together.His posture made it clear that he would come back later.

Osamu Dazai started to ask those questions, this time he didn't even need to use his speaking skills, Shumi told him everything he wanted.Muto Goro didn't actually say much to his lover either.

"He was a very lonely man."

Dazai originally thought that Shumi would say that the man was full of "guards", but the woman told him the word "very lonely".

"Just like Mr. Tsushima, he will retreat when approaching others, but if I retreat, he will shrink closer." Shumei said wistfully, "Such men, in my opinion, are all lonely men .”

"Don't look at what I do. I've been in this business for three years and I've met a lot of men, so I think so. When I first started, I thought everyone was just here for [that]." Tree Mei's nervousness gradually subsided, and she even said such words with a smile.

"Some people, in fact, don't need to go to bed with them at all, even if they talk, the other party will laugh."

Osamu Dazai listened for a while, then said that there were still people waiting for Shumi, got up and left.When he walked out of the gate, he saw the young man "kicked out" by him sitting cross-legged on the ground, drawing with the original brush.He didn't bring any other paint, but continued to outline the opponent's shape with the paint that was used to paint the black hair.

When Dazai went in, he didn't see Shumi smiling, but he was smiling on the young man's painting.

"You seem to be in a good mood." Dazai walked around some trash, and his clear voice sounded a bit cold to others, "Unlike me, every day is boring, and I really want to do something to make others angry .”

"What does that mean?"

The young man raised his head, revealing his dark eyes that were originally covered by his back hair.It was probably purple, but the color was too dark. If it wasn't for the premise of very bright light and a very short distance, others would not be able to see the color of his eyes at all.

"Well, I think it might be suicide? I found a very interesting book, and the statement in it is really fascinating."

The young man turned his eyes back, his painting was not finished yet.

"So what have you tried?"

His mood was so calm, as if nothing could hurt him, no one could defeat him.So he has nothing to fear.

"It's just a simple entry into the water. I've heard that it's very painful. I can't bear a painful death."

The young man seemed to feel the same way, "Yes...it was very painful. But jumping into the river was also very painful. At that time I..." His eyes wandered away for a while, and when he returned to the painting in front of him, his voice had disappeared.

"By the way, be careful on the way back. There seem to be robbers recently."

Dazai shrugged his shoulders, he often met people who wanted to kill him on the road.Although the young man said that, Dazai did not leave.Instead, he sat down, sitting next to the young man and watching him draw.

Instead, young people stopped painting.

"I don't like others watching me draw." The young man put the brush to the side of the drawing board, and he didn't look at Dazai, just sorting out the things at hand on his own.He finally managed to boil Dazai away.

Osamu Dazai walked away lightly.

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Baiye Renjian gave the painting to Shumei, who was very happy and said, "I will cherish it well."

"Are you coming later?"

Before Renjian left, Shumei suddenly said this.

Hasumi's answer was also vague, "Maybe."

Shumei said: "Then I won't put wine in the room anymore. Because you give me a feeling that I won't come again."

Lianjian felt that the other party was right, he really didn't want to come again.So he left a painting for the other party.Shumei in the painting is smiling, and she usually smiles too.

He also left the drawing board, and Shumei handed him some money.

"Outside, if you don't have money, you can't move an inch."

Everyone understands this truth, and everyone wants more money.

Hasumi stuffed the money into the pocket of the kimono with great care.

He decided to go back on the road and buy some sweets, which would calm children down quickly.

But on the way, Renjian encountered a disaster.Someone took him for that boy ("Dazai Osamu") and arrested him.

what to doWhat to get?Do you want to tear up the ticket directly?

Hasumi, who was tied into a rice dumpling, had similar thoughts in his mind.He also wanted to explain a few words, saying that he was not, you caught something wrong, but the kidnappers didn't give him a chance to speak alone.

Hey, at least give people a chance to speak.

Lianjian thought, will he meet someone to save him?

Later, people came, but they seemed unreliable.

The boy with one eye bandaged on his face appeared like a ghost, with a smile on his lips when he appeared.

"Fortunately, I didn't go far."

Lianjian thought, after such a long time between the two of them, maybe the other party didn't leave at all, but was just planning to follow him.

Thus, Osamu Dazai achieved the achievement of "hero saving the beauty".

So naturally, Dazai proposed to visit Hasumi's house.

Ren Jian quickly agreed.

Because his home is not his home, but Oda Sakunosuke's home.

Mr. Oda probably wouldn't care about this matter.

——He might even welcome Dazai.

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The worms around his neck are moving, reminding him that he is still "alive" and that he can still "fight".

Atsushi Nakajima touched his neck which was covered by his clothes.

They've called a "truce".

Because the big ship has landed, they can come to a wider place.

The young man standing at the bow stopped writing in his hand.