On How To Teach Gravity To Diss A Blackhearted Boss

My voice of refusal was kept low.

So low that the silence here was almost never broken.

But Sen Ouwai obviously heard clearly.

He just lowered his eyes slightly for a moment, then raised his eyes and looked at me with the same expression.

Mori Ogai's gentle mask seems to have been like this for so many years, making it difficult for people to pry into his emotions.

"Ok."

He sighed, seemingly regretting.

"Since I have already said that I will trust Miss, then I will not go back on my word."

"For Chuya's sake, Miss Aoki doesn't have to stay in the interrogation room."

"Besides, Miss probably has no place to go right now... Chuya's place is of course not available for the time being. After all, Miss Aoki refuses to say anything, but insists that she is a 'family member' of Hong Kong|Black..."

Mori Ogai showed his tolerance with a smile.Like a dutiful and loving elder, he tolerated all my "unreasonable making troubles" and inexplicable "refusal to cooperate".

"Stay in Hong|Hei for now. Change into clean clothes and get a good night's sleep."

"There is always no shortage of places to rest here...and there is no safer place than here, and Miss doesn't have to be afraid of being hurt by the bad attitude of a 'familiar stranger'."

He stabbed me hard in the heart seemingly unintentionally, and looked at the door gods behind me, ignoring my uneasy expression.

Focusing again on my slightly warm eyes, releasing loving pity.

——"Miss can understand these."

**

When Mori Ogai wants to express "friendliness", every word and sigh of his can be so soft and pleasant that people are addicted to it because of the tenderness of "understanding".

If I really rely on Chuya with all my heart, I will put all my weight in the marriage.At this moment, for me who lost all my cards in the game of fate, Mori Ogai's arrangement really put me in a harbor that was somewhat dangerous but generally considered warm.

Then I should breathe a sigh of relief and look forward to being recognized with all my heart.

——And that was probably the most disappointing result for Mori Ogai.

……

But I just am not.

When I refused to reveal the "past" in my memory to him, some unspoken things were already known to each other in silence.

Facing Mori Ouwai's sparkling purple eyes, my heart rose fiercely.

——After all, I was exactly the result he was looking forward to.

There are two people guarding my door.

After eating, the soul-devouring hunger and fatigue were greatly relieved.

But this overly soft bed made my already sore shoulders and lumbar spine even more uncomfortable.

Coupled with this sudden, nightmare-like "reality", I endured these disturbances, and I didn't even have the mood to sleep. I guessed how many days this false peace would last.

……

After being taken out of the chief's office, in the dark corridor, I ran into the "unintentional vicious dog" head-on.

He swept across my face and body coldly.

Facing my dirty blood-stained white socks without shoes, his figure seemed to pause for a moment, then looked away, and brushed past us coldly.

I'm sure the pause is not my illusion.

This trance reminded me of the scene I first saw a few years ago.

The same strange look.It's just that at this time he didn't care about my identity, and the "puppy" at that time was like an enemy.

***

Dazai, that bastard, came to hang the southeast branch in front of my shop again.

With a heavy breath in my heart, I drew out my tongs resentfully and prepared to step forward to cut his rope.

Dazai, whose consciousness has not yet fallen into a trance, found that I was waving the tongs viciously and approaching him, and punched and kicked in my direction in horror, intending to stop me from approaching.

However, the mackerel with only the neck as its main point of strength is already a salted fish that can be slaughtered.The way it flopped and kicked looked like a dying shrimp.Also because of being too active, the lack of oxygen was accelerated, and his face quickly turned red.

Staring at my eyes also began to roll their eyes in a trance.The protruding eyeballs are still looking around restlessly, trying to let the body still in the world be able to see the other side of the Santu River first.

Me: "Tsk, it's ugly."

Osamu Dazai:? ? ! !

Sitting up in shock while dying, I will smash you to death with an iron fist!

I was surprised: "Can you still hear it?"

"Tsk tsk tsk, listen up, Osamu Dazai. I will wait until you look like you are dying before cutting your rope and giving you first aid."

"Relax! It will definitely let you enjoy the pain of dying, and at the same time keep your life."

"In front of my Aoki Akira's store, there is absolutely no dead souls!"

……

Osamu Dazai woke up with a face slung across his face, exuding a gloomy aura.

If it was me two years ago, I'm afraid I would be scared away by this wicked aura.

After all, when I first met him, this guy was just a melancholy and beautiful boy with a small mouth and honey.It made me feel so fond of him that I was too embarrassed to refuse him.

It wasn't until two months later, when I went home from grocery shopping and took a shortcut, that I stumbled across this guy wearing a bunch of black suits fighting with others.

The madness of this man shooting dead bodies is really...

Too much contrast!So much so that I was almost made PTSD by him.

I finally realized that he was completely tricking me at the beginning... and the torture of each other for more than two years was enough for me to recognize the new version of Dazai.

——Now I am the me who has been tempered and tortured without fear of wind, frost, rain and snow!

"It's too much, Zhao-chan."

"It hurt me so much, and deliberately kept me from dying."

Dazai looked at me blankly, as if he didn't exist, and untied the rope from the tree.

Immediately afterwards, his eyes suddenly lit up, as if he had suddenly figured out something.

"Is Zhaojiang thinking... If you tell me that you will save me, and I want to commit suicide, then I will find all the pain I endured by myself?"

I listened for a while.

Although I didn't think so before, I think what he said seems to make sense.

I nodded seriously: "That's right! That's what I think."

Dazai's eyes flooded with sparkling water in an instant, his hard candy-like eyes turned into sticky Daifuku.The expression is full of deep condemnation and disbelief:

"Why is this!"

"Isn't Zhao sauce the same as those scum who play with women?"

I:?

WTF? ?

Osamu Dazai, how did you have the nerve to say that?

Although you are indeed a solo mother in name, but when did you not have all kinds of ambiguities with girls, and when you got the information, you changed your face and left? ? ?

"What scum? How did I become a scum?"

I can't believe it!It is unacceptable for a single mother and fetus to be labeled as a scumbag by a man like Dazai Ji.

What's more, is he implying that I scum him?

Conscience of heaven and earth, I only secretly thought of messing with his partner in my heart, I never wanted to do anything to this little Bailian!

Osamu Dazai got up and patted the ashes off his body, then walked forward on his own.

The tone was drawn out: "It's scum—"

I was so angry that I threw the rope around his neck like a lasso.He twisted his back as if he had eyes behind him...

It's true that this guy can't fight well, but it's also true that he's good at skating.

It's a pity that I am also a rookie in individual skills.After being deeply shocked by Mr. Nakahara's pitiful gaze, only Dazai can give me some confidence.

If it was Mr. Nakahara, even though he might miss a hit, Dazai specified that he would be caught on the spot if he could run less than ten meters.

The result of the two chickens pecking at each other is...then you chase after each other.When he was finally "reined" by me, I found that we were already in the depths of the slum.

Me: How do you feel that you have been tricked?

……

I was led forward by the rope pulled by this black cat spirit, walking aimlessly.

Calmly looking around at those eyes full of malice and greed, I am ready to let go of the rope at any time.

Osamu Dazai was even more indifferent than me, completely treating them as if they didn't exist.

"Does Zhao-chan know? Men will tell women, 'Don't take small paths with few people', 'Don't go out at night', 'Don't go to crowded places', 'Don't go to dangerous places' and so on."

"In this way, if something happens to this woman, the man can put the blame on the woman—'I told you not to do this, but you still go out at night. So you are the one who was killed.' To shift the conflict Focus, exonerating criminals."

I:?I know.so what?

Dazai, who was staggered by me, yelled hypocritically.

"Zhao sauce is so rough."

He looked at my blank eyes and complained seriously:

"So Zhao-chan's dangerous thoughts of 'Dazai asked for pain' just now are the same! They are all scum declarations!"

Me: ...This is the logic of hanging up at my store door when you are free?

There is a half-dead thing hanging at the door, don't I need to do business?

I tightened the rope expressionlessly, and this guy let out some ambiguous groans...

"Well, it's too tight, Zhao-chan—I can't take it anymore..."

Ntm! ! !Is this dog sexual|harassing|harassing? !This vengeful thing is to get revenge on me and call him ugly, right? !Absolutely right? !

Mr. Zhongyuan, what a hard life you live every day!

I pulled the weeping willow upside down and tightened the rope, and now he was completely speechless.

"Then, Mr. Dazai, the clever one, please analyze the following example for me."

Ignoring his completely speechless expressions and gestures, I put on the ferocious face of Hell Yama:

"Once upon a time there was a man who married a well-matched wife and had a pair of children."

"But he felt that as a writer he needed to pursue his passion to write good articles."

"So he frequently plays with women outside."

"Although his wife heard the gossip, as a traditional submissive Japanese woman, she chose to remain silent."

"One day a man and his lover were chatting and cuddling on the street, and they happened to be bumped into by his wife who was out with two children."

"The scene was awkward. He and his lover let go and looked at his wife and children. The wife and children looked at him. Neither side spoke."

"After the scene became cold for a while, the wife took the lead in hugging the two children and went home without saying a word."

"After the wife left, too... the man felt quite embarrassed and ashamed."

I almost said "Osamu Dazai"...

"So the man committed suicide by taking medicine in the open space in front of his house at night. Waiting to see if his wife would save him."

"The wife who heard the noise outside opened the door and saw her dying husband and the medicine bottle beside him. An ambulance was called."

"The man who came out of the hospital felt that his wife had called an ambulance for him, and the incident on the street would be over."

"So after that, it was like nothing happened, and I went out to drink and play with lovers every day."

I glared at Osamu Dazai fiercely:

"May I ask Osamu Dazai, who is well versed in human nature—what is that man thinking?"

Dazai broke free from the rope.

He rubbed his neck unhurriedly, staring at me thoughtfully.

Realizing that he was serious, my hand holding the rope was a little stiff.The anger that was vented just now was almost extinguished.He even felt a little ashamed because of his serious thinking.

……

Before I interrupted his thinking in a panic, the broken wooden house on the side suddenly exploded with a "boom--".

I was taken aback, and the conditioned reflex threw a barrier in front of me...

In front of...? ?

?Where is my space?

I was slapped on the head by the board after board, and was attacked by many fragile sawdust. I was overturned and rolled a few times on the ground.

…………

nmd Osamu Dazai!

I climbed up in embarrassment, and looked back at his hand that grabbed the corner of my clothes and forced me to "share the same difficulties" with him when he was in danger.The disheartened face and sharp pain made me want to kill him on the spot.

"Didn't you tm come here just to be your bodyguard?! Then why did you arrest me?! Could it be that I was arrested by you to die for love?!"

Dazai: The eyes of an innocent cat.

"Sorry sorry, I was scared~"

"But to die for love..."

Dazai's eyes lit up, and he clapped his fists: "Excellent idea!"

"Zhaojiang is a genius! A genius!"

"To die alone, how could it be more wonderful to be accompanied by a beautiful woman?"

The more excited Dazai ignored the few people who appeared from the explosion, turned his head and looked at me with pikapika eyes, and even put on a gesture of "proposing marriage" and held my right hand.

"what--!"

"Zhao-chan! May I ask the beautiful Zhao-chan if she is willing to die in love with me~"

I was taken aback at first, disturbed by his erratic inconsistencies.He stretched out a fist as big as a sandbag to hit him.

But maybe it's because we just talked about "Osamu Dazai".I suddenly thought of something again.

I lowered my fist in a daze, and felt that certain aspects of Osamu Dazai in front of me were gradually overlapping the figure of the man I knew...

Martyrdom...?

That person was the same... and even killed the woman who "died for love" in the failed ending.

……

Although out of curiosity about the "world", I have always speculated that there may be similar people and things in different worlds.This is about the case with Osamu Dazai and his "Disqualification in the World".

But coupled with begging for death and "sacrificing love"...

This degree of coincidence is too high.

what is this?Is it the law of the world?

Finally, we couldn’t bear to see our “dog man and woman” “look at each other affectionately” in the dust and debris everywhere, regardless of the occasion. The middle-aged man with fat head and big ears gradually lost his patience and vigilance:

"You two!"

I was awakened suddenly, and with my refocused eyes, I saw Dazai Osamu staring at me indifferently, which was full of exploration and thinking.

I was about to break out in a cold sweat, and adjusted my expression in a panic.

Dazai also lowered his eyes.

The atmosphere cooled down for a while.

We coincidentally put away our respective concerns just now.

Osamu Dazai put down my hand, hemmed his coat, and turned his head to look coldly at this middle-aged man.

The contempt of the middle-aged man who had already been relaxed was easily aroused by Dazai's arrogant eyes and made him vigilant.

Behind him lay four unconscious children.

With a wide glance, the old clothes were torn to pieces.His body was covered in burns from the explosion and bruises from beatings or impacts.

There are two sober ones beside him, a man and a woman.

The girl is too thin, and the clothes on her body obviously don't fit well.The big eyes looked a bit incongruous on the withered face, and the frizzy black hair was dull in color.

Although it is spring, the weather is not warm, and she doesn't even have a pair of shoes on her feet.The little feet were huddled on the curtain cloth on one side, and there was only a pair of old yellow and gray socks, with blood oozing from the toes.

The boy guarding his side looks even more frightening.The same thin long-sleeved coat looked like it had been bitten by a dog, and his pale and dry face was full of manic vigilance and aggression.

The uncontrollable low cough made his eyes turn red.There seemed to be something white on the hair on the side of the face.

Looking at the situation at the scene, it was obvious that he had a conflict with that middle-aged man.

Although the middle-aged man had expressed hostility towards the two of us, his attitude did not relax in the slightest.

The eyes staring at us are like young but heroic falcons.

This is the former Akutagawa Ryunosuke.