Dressed as Human's Worst Curse

"There was some drama about what happened that day."

As Osamu Dazai expected, his father found out that his Bai Yueguang had been raped and killed in the apartment, not to mention that his mother deliberately left conspicuous evidence.

The poor man was distraught, and after crying while hugging Bai Yueguang's cold corpse, he went home angrily to Xingshi to question his guilt.

It was a well-dressed lady who greeted him.

The madam had already ordered a sumptuous banquet, and she was the sole host of the banquet. She stood up with a smile to meet her furious husband, just like she had done countless days and nights.

"Habits are the scariest thing."

Osamu Dazai sat on the high seat, and smiled at Chao Shun: "Guess what happened later? Even though he was so angry, his father still drank the liquor handed over by his mother, because he subconsciously believed that his mother was still the one who loved him." Little girl, how can you never face him with swords and swords."

But in the next second, the lady pulled out the short knife stuck in her belt, and stabbed fiercely at the man she had loved for more than 20 years.

It was only then that the master realized that the madam was serious.

Thinking of this, he made up his mind to push his mother hard.

The strength of a man is naturally much stronger than that of a weak woman, but what he didn't expect was that the wife didn't resist at all, and was smashed into the sharp wooden corner along with his strength, as if she was deliberately going to die.

The beautiful woman who has been frozen by the years is like a moth to the flame, willingly blending with the Japanese-style sliding door, and gradually draws a foot of dazzling bright red.

She is dead.

Perhaps, living is boring for Madam.

"When I went downstairs, I saw my mother was already pale and lying on the ground, and my father also had a seizure, pinching his own neck, panting heavily, and asked me to fight Call for an ambulance."

The master saw his young son walking down the stairs slowly, like a drowning man grasping at a straw, he desperately sent out a signal for help.

"Help... go call... an ambulance..."

But Shuji Tsushima stood there, looking at his father's face motionless.

Having grown up so big, he has never looked at this man's face carefully, so that what is engraved in his mind is only the young man in the photo frame that his wife wipes every day.

To be honest, he did resemble his father in appearance, and it is no wonder that his mother regarded him as a substitute for his father.

"That was the first time I touched the invisible boundary line."

When Osamu Dazai remembered that incident, his expression gradually turned pale and indifferent, just like usual, more like the leader of a violent agency in charge of life and death: "To be honest, it's extremely boring."

The lives of these two people can be seen at a glance from the front, and there is no fluctuation in the back. It is almost a boring life that can be seen at a glance, not to mention that they were suffering enough when they were alive, and they did not continue to live in this world at all. reason.

"That's not right, Dazai." Shun said worriedly.

Osamu Dazai said, "I know I'm wrong."

Shun leaned on the back of the high chair, put his chin on the folded arms, and looked at the young man opposite: "Do you think so? Dazai, what has happened can't change anything, but your parents are treating you Your methods are all very wrong, fortunately you are such a strong child, and you did not go astray completely."

"Don't you think I'm cold-blooded?" Osamu Dazai asked.

The gray-blue long-haired young man thought for a while, and then gave the answer: "Your parents are at fault for this matter. It is their mistakes that created such a wrong past of you. Even if you opened the window in the wrong way, it is not right. It means you can't have the thought to push the window open."

"Even if I watch them die in front of me?"

"Hmm... do you call this cold-eyed?" Shun said, "You're just smarter than ordinary children and more understanding of human nature. Adult standards shouldn't be applied to you. Being smart doesn't mean you have to be responsible for these things. reason."

It was the first time Dazai heard such words.

"Are you treating me like a child?" He smiled happily, his iris-colored eyes were curved: "Actually, I don't need it."

"But you were a child at that time." Shun said as it should be: "Don't you usually like to be patted by me? It means that you still long for someone to love you, Dazai."

"I have lost the ability to love."

Osamu Dazai quickly vetoed it, as if he was afraid of something: "You are joking, how can a person like me who feels that life is meaningless, how could he fall in love with someone again?"

"You are very much like your mother." Shun said, "Look, you were brought up by your mother since she was a child, because she didn't show how to love someone, so you couldn't learn this ability, but you are invisible Learned something else."

"..."

"Your mother can't love, so you mistake not being able to love as losing the ability to love. But in fact, once you like someone, you will be like your mother, for the only one in your heart A little something, desperate to kill everything, even risk your own life."

"..."

Dazai didn't answer.

He was right.

Later, for the best friend I haven't met yet, I can do everything to save his life——

Even moths to a flame, even near-impossible things.

As long as there is a little hope, he is willing to try.

"It's ridiculous."

"My mother, whom I have always looked down on in my heart, is actually the person most like me."

The young leader trembled and muttered to himself. He suddenly looked at the gray-blue long-haired young man sitting opposite him, as if he was afraid of losing something precious, and there was a little panic in his kite-colored eyes: "You too Will you leave me?"

This kind of question, Madam also asked her youngest son day after day.

Instantly laughed.

"Of course not! Xie Wang Zhenyan is the companion I met for the first time, and also the person who has been with me for the longest time. Of course, I will not abandon my companion and let you face danger alone!"

The young man in a black overcoat posed in the usual middle school posture, smiling as he saw through the thick [book], full of vigor.

Osamu Dazai got a satisfactory answer, so his smile grew stronger.

"After my parents died, my relatives who couldn't reach me all came to attend the funeral, not to mention my two older brothers who were studying in Europe."

Osamu Dazai said: "They are afraid of me. After all, I am the most beloved child of my mother, and I have seen my father the most. It would be terrible if they left me something--what if I don't even get a share of the pie? ?”

"But I don't want to stay here any longer."

On a dewy morning, Shuji Tsushima, who was only 12 years old, got on a train by himself.

He didn't know where the train was going.

But he decided that the end of the line was where he was going.

He took his mother's surname [Dazai] as his surname, and the suffix [治] in his name as his new name.

"I don't want to take anything away from home, and I don't want to come back from the outside again." Dazai Osamu looked out of the dark window, where the sound of heavy rain still sounded: "The last terminal of the train is Yokohama."

After a few days of idle exploration, he felt that Yokohama was nothing more than this, so he decided to jump into the sea to have fun.

To be honest, even in the hottest August, the sea water in Kuxia was still very cold, especially when his mouth and nose were covered by the icy sea water, he really thought he was going to die.

Death is cruel.

The invisible boundary line is within easy reach.

Osamu Dazai suddenly smiled. Although he didn't really meet Shun who rescued him, he saw himself in another world, watching someone pull himself to the shining sea in the sea that would bring death. that end.

That was the first time he knew that that feeling was called being alive.

"It feels good to be alive." Shun looked at him, with a youthful innocence in his eyes: "I'm really afraid that I will die one day, so I won't be able to wait for many things to look forward to."

"Yeah, something to look forward to."

He wanted to see that carefree young man again, wanted him to be able to smell his scent in the wind, and wanted to not be forgotten.

It is precisely because human beings have expectations that they will be disappointed and breed negative emotions, just like life and death, black and white.

This is the value of life itself.

Just when Osamu Dazai was about to say something, someone knocked on the French door of the chief's office three times in a cautious manner.

"Take care of business first," Shun said.

Osamu Dazai pressed the bell on the desk.

The newly promoted young secretary from the personnel department came in with a stack of documents in a panic.

She didn't seem so confident about this new job. Suddenly, she was pulled from a small clerk at the port of Maifa to this height, and the little secretary panicked to death.

What to do, woo woo woo, the leader looks very cold, there is no way to talk at all, she is really about to cry, help!

Every day I worry about it, I'm afraid that the leader will give her a sudden...

But with such a high salary, all her body and mind have been filled with money ability.

"Chief, this is the list of guns smuggled in the last two quarters, please have a look."

Trembling, the little secretary put the thick list on the expensive table that the leader saw at a glance.

The young man with long gray-blue hair turned his head and greeted the secretary warmly: "Hi, good afternoon! Is work going well?"

"Well, you can put it here."

Osamu Dazai nodded slightly, his posture indifferent and indifferent.

The little secretary noticed the empty chair with her back to the desk, she looked there with some doubts, and asked Dazai Osamu carefully: "Boss, do I need to move this chair?"

"Oh, it seems she can't see me."

Instantly smiled, with a very understanding look: "But this is normal. After all, I am a super-level curse spirit. Ordinary people can't see me, so don't worry too much!"

Facing the little secretary's question, Osamu Dazai shook his head: "No need."

"Ah, that's good." The little secretary nodded frantically like a chicken pecking at rice.

"You've only been here for a while, remember that this chair will stay here from now on." Osamu Dazai nodded his right eye, and said the language of the second class very seriously: "My right eye can see the invisible boundary The True Eye of the Evil King, because it is too powerful, can only be sealed with a holy skeletal cloth."

A question mark slowly appeared on the little secretary's head: "?"

But there's no one sitting on that chair at all?

Even if someone is sitting, why is their leader actually a second child? !

No way……

Will anyone believe it, starting from zero and step by step to rule the leader of Mafia, the world's port in Japan, is actually a second disease? ?

"The true eye of the evil king can see everything, including things that you ordinary people can't see."

Osamu Dazai spoke nonsense, speaking as if it were true: "You know the dean of No. 18 Siam Road a few years ago, right? That's my friend. He was attacked by Dark Reunion before, and now he can only think of the soul. form, so you can't see it."

young secretary:"……"

Fortunately, she was wearing small leather shoes today, so she couldn't tell if she scratched the floor.

"Hmm... Is that so? Okay, I'll remember." The little secretary put down the document and told himself silently in his heart that in the future, he would never ask the leader any more questions about other aspects besides work!

Help, this is so embarrassing!

Osamu Dazai nodded in satisfaction: "You step back."

"Okay, chief."

Looking at the retreating figure of the little secretary, the gray-blue long-haired young man sighed a little sadly, but he soon regained his composure and did not take this matter seriously.

"Go and open the window."

Instantly persuaded: "You can't keep yourself locked in the room like this. You are a human being, not a corpse. Don't keep yourself locked in the room, or even the curse spirit won't be able to smell you!"

Dazai was stunned for a moment.

"Should I open the window? Now?" he asked.

Are you going to open the window?

Just like what he did when he was 12 years old, he has declared his identity from a doll to a threader since then.

"It's tiring to be like this all the time, Dazai." Shun said, "You can go and see your friends, such as Mr. Oda, he must still miss you; even Akutagawa, that child is awkward and arrogant, in fact I also like you very much..."

Dazai suddenly stood up.

He hesitated for a moment, and finally pressed the switch on the table.

At that moment, the floor-to-ceiling glass that had been silent for more than ten years was powered on, showing all the scenes outside the window.

The heavy rain mercilessly hit this landmark building in Yokohama, but Osamu Dazai watched such a scene, so he was locked in the room since he was a child, and the boring scenes he had watched countless times became more interesting .

"The scenery outside the window is really beautiful."

As Osamu Dazai said, he let out a sigh just like he did more than ten years ago.

It's still raining.