Simulate the operation of Beebo Street

In the early morning, when Yuri Yumekawa was about to pass by a street park in the suburbs of Yokohama, he was stopped by a boy's voice.

"Ah, the lady over there, can you come and do me a favor?"

She walked through several tall trees and successfully found the figure of the talking boy.

The reason why it went so smoothly was because the boy was not standing under the tree, but was tied upside down by a hemp rope and hung upside down on a thick branch.

At this time, in order to attract her attention, the boy was constantly twisting his body, and his whole body was slightly swaying.

Meng Chuanyuli stepped forward and came under the tree, and looked at the boy staggered up and down.

The other party blinked his iris eyes innocently, and his black fluffy curly hair hung down.

"Ah, did you do this because you practiced bungee jumping from a tree?"

"No, I was trying to commit suicide and failed." Perhaps it was because a passer-by finally arrived, his voice was a little happy, and it didn't match the content of his speech at all. The tone seemed to say that he had just picked up five Same as hundred yen coin.

"Do you end your life by hanging upside down? If you remain motionless like this, you will die after several hours or days. From this perspective, it can't be considered a failure."

Yumekawa Yuri, who was rolling up his sleeves and preparing to climb the tree, paused, took a few seconds to digest his reply, and then replied.

System: "Are you answering so seriously? This is obviously the place to complain!"

"No, no, no, no! Only ten minutes later, I started to feel unwell, and my head felt swollen and painful, and my legs seemed to be broken. Anyway, it was very hard work! Such a painful way of suicide is absolutely not allowed!"

The boy twisted more vigorously, swinging back and forth like a pendulum, and the branches were also driven by him to shake uncontrollably.

"Don't move around!" Yuri Yumekawa, who had just climbed up the tree, was almost shaken off by him, and quickly stabilized his figure.

After a lot of effort, the restraints on the boy's legs were finally untied carefully, and the two lay side by side on the grass, panting.

As you can see, Yuri Yumekawa met this magical boy on his way out of Leibo Street to go shopping.

She originally planned to go to the local agricultural market early in the morning to find information about the purchase of ingredients, but was delayed by this accident.

The air is slightly cold and clear, and the leaves are whirling like waves. Lying under the tree at this time should be a very pleasant thing.

Yuri Yumekawa lay on his back on the dewy lawn in the morning, thinking about life.

Circles of bandages protruded from the collar and cuffs of the opponent's white shirt, and even a circle was wrapped around his head to cover his right eye.

Normally, a bandage indicated a wound, and perhaps he had tried many times.

She was suddenly curious and wanted to chat with him a little more - she had never played the role of a life mentor before.

In such a situation, it would be interesting to talk to such a person.

"I know what you want to say, if you want to ask about motives or provide help, then you can skip it."

The boy seemed to have guessed what she was thinking, and said in a sad tone: "Everything is so boring, that's all. Repeated conversations with kind people are also part of this endless boring world, please let me go , let me free myself from this."

If you want to describe that intonation, once you hear it, you will know without a doubt that the youthful voice with vitality just now is just a disguise.The hopeless, very uninteresting gray mood of the moment is the real undertone.

"Including hanging upside down today, how many ways of suicide have you tried so far?"

"Well... 31 kinds, but most of them were stopped by others, and a few were interrupted because they entered a situation that was inconsistent with my ideas."

He puffed out his baby-fat cheeks unhappily.

"Like today."

"Schopenhauer said that starvation is the only acceptable way of suicide, because during the long process of starvation, people's will is always clear and can be repented at any time. And any other means are irreversible. If a person The moment I jumped from the top of the tall building, I regretted it and burst out with the idea of ​​survival, but in the end I could only end my life unwillingly."

Yumekawa Yuri chose an entry point.

"If I didn't pass by here, and no other passers-by heard your call for help, wouldn't you end your life against your will?"

Osamu Dazai was silent for a while, and then for a while.

Then he said complainingly: "What you said makes sense, but it's too difficult! It's impossible to resist not eating for a few days or even ten days."

He curled up on the grass, his shaggy curly hair dampened by the morning dew and stained with fresh blades of grass.The only iris eye that was not covered by the bandage showed a very serious expression.

"Bamboo shoots and cherry bream in spring, matsutake mushrooms in autumn and pine leaf crabs in winter, no matter which one will make people surrender. If you can't bear it for two days, you will have hallucinations of hunger, and the good things you have eaten before will appear in front of you like a lantern. Emerging, and then involuntarily rushing to the restaurant to gobble up the meal. That must have been how it went.”

"This is not the way for me," he concluded. "Be sure to eat well before attempting suicide next time."

"Then there is no way, the desire for food is also part of the desire to survive."

Yumekawa Yuri felt the dew wet the coldness on his back, shivered and sat up.

"It's just past spring now, think about it, in November and February, there will be huge Matsuba crabs the size of a washbasin, boiled in salt water and frozen, completely retaining the umami taste, and after breaking open, they will still be full Crab cream and crab roe, or king crab with plump and juicy meat, snow-white and tender crab legs, dipped in lemon juice and melted butter..." Yuri Yumekawa peeked at Osamu Dazai's expression while wriggling his fingers.

Osamu Dazai covered his ears and screamed: "What—! I won't listen to you, don't talk!"

As soon as the words fell, Dazai Osamu's stomach let out a "gurgling" sound very disappointingly.

Yumekawa Yuri immediately started laughing wildly without embarrassment.

After the struggle failed, Osamu Dazai's raised arm fell down weakly with a slap. He retracted his hands and folded them in front of his chest, posing in a very peaceful posture, with an expression of lovelessness on his face.

However, this kind of hopelessness is much more vivid than the completely indifferent and lifeless gray expression on his face before.At this moment, like any ordinary male middle school student who is just resting on the grass, he is completely integrated into the verdant grass, the rustling broad-leaved forest background and the constant breeze among.

"...Well, then I'll live through this winter and make plans."

Still using that mournful tone without ups and downs, he announced so.

Osamu Dazai quietly watched the golden edge of the tree shade that blocked him from the direct light.

"Not bad, then you can continue to lie down, I'll go first." Yuri Yumekawa patted the leaves of grass on his body, ready to leave.

"Eh? Are you leaving? This young lady who has realized the truth of life and death from food, won't you tell me something about you?"

"I have nothing to say about it."

"For example, where did your injury come from? Do you have the same hobbies as me?"

Yuri Yumekawa stopped, turned his head and looked at Osamu Dazai who was still lying on the grass.

The other party narrowed his eyes at her, showing a kind smile.

A gauze was taped to her face.

It happened to be posted in the same position as Osamu Dazai.

Bandages were wrapped around her palms.

Coincidentally, Osamu Dazai also has it.

"Ah, I accidentally rolled down the steps yesterday." She hid the wound behind her back and said casually, "It ended up like this."

It's all the fault of the Central Plains.snort.

"Stairs?"

"The steps on Leibo Street are very long."

"Raibo Street?"

"Are you that surprised? I run a restaurant on Leibo Street."

Dazai's eyes widened slightly.

"You don't look like someone who lives in that kind of place," he said suspiciously. "Wait a minute, was that just an advertisement to attract customers?"

"You have to understand that, that's right. Welcome to my restaurant! Although it won't be so delicious that you forget to commit suicide, it won't make you regret living this day. Bye~"

The girl's figure quickly disappeared behind the shadow of the tree, leaving only Osamu Dazai with a pensive expression.