In Shimokutagawa, the name is...

Amidst the pale blue smoke, the young man with snow-like temples slowly poured himself another cup of tea. The emerald green tea rippled silently in the egg white porcelain cup.He didn't seem to have felt the dark eyes of the man in the sand-colored windbreaker in front of him. The quaint black sleeve robe exposed the scarlet cloth lining.

Every move is full of laziness, but without losing a bit of etiquette, it looks quite pleasing to the eye, as if time has flown back a thousand years in an instant, the ancient charm of tea is lingering around, and the green smoke of sandalwood incense is flowing along his body. The corners of the clothes climb upwards.

"This Dazai-san, I think you already have your own judgment in your mind." The young man blew? He blew on the tea, and a drop of blue color splashed on the wooden tabletop? Moistened a little bit of dark color.

"Even though the dead are trapped in the human world because of their obsession, they and the living have already existed in two worlds." The Tang fan in his hand knocked? Knock on the table? The corner of Akutagawa's mouth slightly raised, a faint sarcasm hangs on the corner of his lips, "As a living person, isn't it? Dazai-san also wants to interfere with the world of the dead?"

The orange light of the setting sun just brushed over his face, and a strand of hair on the side of his ear was raised gently. Even though his face was covered by the warm sun, it seemed that his face was filled with blood-like warmth. Those eyes are as black as ink, but the ice of the early moon is deposited, like a white lotus blooming on the top of a snow mountain. Each petal is made of crystal ice crystals, cold and deep, indifferent and lonely, overlooking the glitz of the world indifferently.

Even though Osamu Dazai knows that Akutagawa in every world will never have the same personality as this world, but every time, a new Akutagawa will show in front of them, which is a surprise that they have never imagined.

"This Akutagawa-kun, each world has its own rules, and Yokohama in this world, an existence that is unreasonable like you—" Osamu Dazai stared at the young man's eyes, the corners of his mouth did not change, but vaguely It smacks of a threat.Didn't he finish speaking? The young man who was holding the teacup had unabashedly stabbed his straight blade-like eyes over.

"Are you threatening me, Dazai-san?"

It was clearly a question sentence, but he chose to say it as a declarative sentence.

The invisible chilling atmosphere was carried between the two of them, and Atsushi Nakajima, who was standing next to Osamu Dazai, trembled unconsciously. He seemed to be able to see the transparent sparks rubbed in the air, crackling at the intersection of the two people's eyes. exploded.In a trance, he felt that Mr. Dazai, who usually looked very cheerful, suddenly appeared behind him a large piece of obscure darkness, twisting and rolling, which was something he had never seen before.

Cold sweat was dripping out without him knowing it? Atsushi Nakajima had no doubt that the other party would flip the table in the next second. He had seen it before? He was not sure about Akutagawa's ninja-like stunt. Can I protect Mr. Dazai intact in the opponent's hands?

Just when the eyes of the two were looking at each other, the young man with black hair and snowy temples took the initiative to look away and glanced at the red sun that had half sunk into the horizon. Then, he suddenly appeared? With a faint smile: "However, it happens to coincide with the time of encountering the devil. If you insist on watching, I don't care."

The fingers dyed light smoky yellow raised leisurely, lighting the tea on the table and drawing symbols that no one understood.When the last stroke stopped, the talisman floating in the air emitted a gleaming white light, and then it slammed into Osamu Dazai's forehead.

Osamu Dazai took a step back reflexively, but the scenery in front of him did not change.But Atsushi Nakajima's stammering voice made him turn around abruptly: "Mr. Dazai...that, behind you?..."

A translucent figure floats behind him, with reddish-brown hair and a faintly bearded face. A beige windbreaker can be vaguely seen fluttering on his body. He stretches out his hand, trying to touch the uncharacteristically, staring blankly Looking at the man holding him, his fingers directly passed through the other's body.

"Odasaku...is that you! Odasaku!"

Atsushi Nakajima has never seen Osamu Dazai so crazy yet so fragile. He desperately tried to reach out his hand to catch the translucent figure, but he only caught the empty air.The iris-colored pupils shimmered a little bit, and finally turned into glistening teardrops, which were attached to the tails of the eyelashes indelibly.That figure also seemed to open its mouth to say something, but words could not penetrate the boundary between life and death.He reached out his hand to pat Osamu Dazai's head reassuringly, and reached out to wipe his tears, but like the other, they couldn't touch each other.

Is that someone important to Mr. Dazai... Atsushi Nakajima stood aside with a wink and said nothing, not to disturb this scene.He is not an idiot. Thinking of the living and dead that Akutagawa just said, he knew it? That figure should be a dead person.Inadvertently, he glanced at the young man sitting on the bamboo chair, but was taken aback by the other's indifferent expression.

The young man stared blankly at the scene in front of him, which was supposed to be extremely sad. In the dark pupils, the remaining skylight fell down along the indestructible frost, and fell into the deepest part.Obviously he was sitting on a chair, but he seemed to be standing on the top of the highest mountain. The broken ice and snow floated up and down in his eyes, unreservedly reflecting everything in front of him.

It's not so much indifference, it's better to say that he simply looks down at the world from above. All the dust, sorrow, joy, sorrow, and joy can't melt the layers of ice.

How arrogant, how cruel.

Contrary to what he had shown before, Atsushi Nakajima subconsciously took a step back. The Akutagawa in this world had never brought him such a feeling, as if his heart was covered with frost. The layers were frozen, and even the blood stopped flowing.

The Tang fans snapped together, making a clear sound.The hazy figure disappeared without a trace like a dream. The time has come, and people must return from the beautiful and illusory dream to the cold and cruel reality.

"Meng always wakes up, Dazai-san." Akutagawa poured himself another cup of tea, holding the tea lid with his slender fingers, gracefully scraping off the tea foam floating on the surface, Tang Shan quietly Placed on the tabletop? The side of the teapot. The side painted with ink bamboo? He put it away.The young man lowered his head slightly, took a sip of his tea, and exclaimed in front of everyone, "It's really good tea."

The man in the sand-colored windbreaker seemed to have calmed down from that fragile state. He stared closely at the young man who was drinking tea slowly, and his lowered voice still had some residual hoarseness: "Why? Why? Why is Odasaku's soul still in this world?"

"The souls trapped by obsessions are just things they can't let go of? That's all? They are turned into ropes and forced to stay in this cracked world where the living can't see and the dead can't rest in peace." Akutagawa's words were slow, single-handedly. From the tone of his voice, it sounds like it has nothing to do with the palpitating content in his mouth.Osamu Dazai clenched his fists tightly, and Atsushi Nakajima keenly saw that there were faint blue lines on the back of his hand.

"What will happen if you are detained forever..."

"Obsession erodes the soul and turns into the most common grievances, or ghosts." Akutagawa said calmly, "You should have heard the similar legend of Sadako. Well, reason will gradually disappear, and when the color of the soul is completely Once gone, you lose all memory and sanity."

He poured himself another cup of tea: "My ability to exorcise ghosts is not bad, but it's a pity that I still can't make a move until the color of the soul has completely disappeared."