Is it wrong to not want to use your brain?

In the quiet night, the waves gently beat against the coast, as if to awaken the sleeping people from their dreams, urging them to fall into the cold embrace.

Tsukimiri Hongying stood on the shore, the moist sea breeze blew the broken hair on her forehead, the hair color was similar to the sea water shaking, at first glance it looked like the epitome of the sea.

In the end, he still didn't choose to go to Lupin for the appointment.

He looked far ahead, and what he could see was a deep dark blue, which became darker as he got closer to the horizon, like a monster with claws and claws, swallowing all the light that approached it.

Just as the dark clouds cleared, a silver hook hangs high in the night sky, and the moon-white light shines on the sea. The shimmering waves look like a bright mirror, reflected in those light gray eyes, adding to the A tiny ray of light.

Hong Ying recalled many things in the past.

The benefits of a good memory are manifested at this time, he can manually turn on the revolving lantern mode without waiting for the last moment of his life.

But there's really nothing to remember.

His life is short and boring. He always repeats the process of gaining and losing again. Put it together, break it, put it together again, and break it again. It's like holding a knife to cut a wound that hasn't healed again and again, and the anesthesia weakens. , the pain deepened, but fortunately he quickly adapted numbly.

Miraculously, he never felt that his experience was miserable, despite the overwhelming pain that came to him.

He knows that there are too many miserable lives in the world, compared with them, at least he once had one.

Even if layers of heavy paint are applied to cover up those shining treasures, it cannot change the good enough memories hidden underneath, and these are truly eternal.

Even if he failed to grasp the short-lived beauty, it could not change the fact that he gained more than he lost.

Therefore, looking back on his life, he thinks from the bottom of his heart that he is happy.

Yuejian Li Hongying walked into the sea, his feet submerged in the shallow water, the waves beat his calves feebly, as if trying to push him out.

He raised his hand, just as he was about to activate his supernatural power, when the gray-brown nightingale swooped down from a high place and stopped at his fingertips. The indistinct cry sounded intermittently in his mind, as if it was making the final retain.

"Let's go, you are free." He patted its head with a smile, "Remember not to touch Mr. Dazai, or you will disappear."

He tapped upwards with his fingers, and the nightingale flew up with his strength, flapping its wings and going away, and finally disappeared into the night.

The idea of ​​Hongying Yuejian is very simple.

He wanted to save more people who would die from the curse spirit by creating a world without the curse spirit.

Under the condition that "Fairy Tale Picture Scroll" has not been completely liberated, it is almost impossible for him to do this, but it does not mean that it is impossible.

For example, maximize the use of "Daughter of the Sea" to swallow up all the curse spirits and overflowing negative emotions.

The essence of "Daughter of the Sea" is that energy bodies cancel each other out, and the negative emotions overflowing from ordinary people belong to the energy body.

But if the object to be offset is beyond the scope of ability, then he will have to pay the corresponding price.

Just like the little mermaid in the fairy tale, in order to obtain the feet that can walk like a human, she did not hesitate to give her singing voice.

If you want to devour a living body like a curse spirit, the price you need to pay is naturally a living body, and he himself is the best choice.

If it was only his life, it would not be able to offset the curse spirits and overflowing negative emotions of the whole world.

But as he has always believed, his greatest value is not his life, but his supernatural power.

As long as his body dissolves, the "fairy tale picture scroll" restricted by his standpoint of good and evil can break through the shackles and achieve true complete liberation.

In this way, he can do it.

Yuejian Li Hongying thought it was a little funny, but he was really hit by what he said.

In the end, the real ability control device was not Nakahara Chuya, but himself, who sealed the ability with his body and position.

Tsukimi Rihongying faced the sea and raised her hand with an unprecedented ease.

"Extraordinary power, "Fairy Tale Picture Scroll". "

The holy moonlight fell on his fingertips, an unstoppable beauty.

"The Daughter of the Sea". "

- The price is established.

In Tsukimi, Hongying lowered her eyelashes, her silver-gray eyes quietly looked at the body dissipating from her fingertips, the white foam shone in the moonlight, like tiny pearls one after another, blown by the wind It just spread out in the air, so light that it was almost weightless.

He couldn't help but bend the corner of his lower lip, showing a slight smile, and finally understood why Oda Sakunosuke left with a smile.

This time, he must have saved more people, right?

……

The bright icy glow poured down from the sky, breaking through the thick night, and a large piece of pure white foam came from nowhere and covered the sea surface, which seemed to be covered with a layer of white snow from a distance.

The waves continued to lap gently against the shore, as if telling stories no one knew.

Gradually, the spray merges with the foam.

The sea ruthlessly devours all traces of existence.

Since then, there will be no more magic spirits in the world, and no more rainbow reflections in the moonlight.

……

Osamu Dazai sat alone in front of the bar.

The glass containing whiskey was placed on the table, the ice ball hit the glass wall lightly, and the swaying liquor was like swaying waves.

He tilted his head to look at the empty seat beside him, facing a lonely glass of Negroni.

"Boss, he can't drink."

"Switch to ice water?"

"No, he won't come."

……

In the early morning of the next day, the Armed Detective Agency received an e-mail, judging from the time it was sent, it should be a timed e-mail.

The sender was Tsukimi Ri Hongying, and it was a commission for Kunikida Doppo and Dazai Osamu to be completed by name.

Kunikida Doppo was having a headache. His partner didn't know what was going on. Ever since he received this email, he had been arguing that he had to go alone. Such an abnormal behavior made him suspect that the other party wanted to steal from his own eyes. Slip away and find an excuse to catch fish.

If it wasn't for the leader of the detective agency—Edogawa Luanbu, biting a snack and saying that he was worrying too much, he would never have let Osamu Dazai out.

Osamu Dazai jumped up after getting the permission, and ran out happily like a schoolboy going on an outing: "That's great! Let's go to Tsukimi-kun's house to play!"

Kunikida Dobubu: "..."

Mr. Ranpo, is it really all right?

The second after leaving the Armed Detective Agency, Osamu Dazai withdrew his excited expression as if he had changed his face. He took the elevator downstairs without expression, took a taxi to the station, and got on the JR bound for Tokyo.

After spending some time on the road, he finally arrived at Tsukimi Rihongei's residence in Shibuya, and followed the instructions on the mail to find the key in the flower pot.

Walking into the house, the first thing Osamu Dazai saw was the candy house that fell on the ground. A gray-and-white British short and silver gradient squatted beside it, patting the candy house with its small paws, as if playing What a novelty toy.

Seeing a stranger popping out of the house suddenly, the kitten named Tsukasemi frowned instantly. It raised its tail and barked several times, and then hid in the owner's bedroom like flying.

Dazai Osamu muttered: "This courage doesn't match the name at all..."

He didn't rush to pick up the candy house on the floor, but walked to the locked study room and opened the door with the key just now.

On the desk were things that the owner of the house had prepared, including a letter, a few documents, two bank cards, and a string of red rope bracelets with glued peach blossom pendants.

Osamu Dazai picked up the letter at the bottom—or the suicide note. The content on it was very brief, explaining the function of the stack of documents and the origin of the string of bracelets, and at the end he wrote the details of the two bank cards. attribution and password.

One is the "5" of Hong Yingbi in Yuejian that day. He cheated 100 billion from the director department. After buying a car for Zhongyuan Zhongya, the rest of the money is in this card, and there are more than 50 billion left .

This money is the fee he commissioned the Armed Detective Agency to help him raise the cat, which is what he called the fund.

The other one is the savings he has accumulated over the years, which includes his wages from working at the port of Mafia and the rewards for catching so many wanted criminals. The balance is even a little more than the previous card.

It was useless for him to put the money in the card, so he simply left it all to Osamu Dazai. After all, Gojo Satoru, Rokudokoku, and Nakahara Chuka were not short of money. Only Osamu Dazai, who had changed jobs, made him a little worried.

Osamu Dazai quietly read this letter which was no different from the manual.

After a long time, he gently folded the letter and put it together with the two bank cards into the pocket of the windbreaker, then put on the red string bracelet, took the stack of documents and left the study.

He stopped next to the candy house, bent down and touched it.

The supernatural ability was removed, the candy house disappeared in place, and Xia Youjie who was locked inside was seen again.

Osamu Dazai stood up straight, put his hands in his pockets lazily, and said in a weak tone, "Welcome to the new world without curse spirits."

As early as a few hours ago, Xia Youjie discovered that all the curse spirits he had subdued disappeared at a certain moment.

Did you really do it...

The wish that he had worked so hard for for so many years—it was still his original wish—was suddenly told that someone had realized it for him. The joy left almost no trace in his heart, and it was more of a sense of unreality.

A certain place in the heart becomes empty, is it because there is no goal?

Xia Youjie's inner confusion did not decrease but increased, but he was more concerned about another issue——

"Where is Hongying?"

"died."

"died……"

Xia Youjie's eyes widened in disbelief. He hadn't recovered from the last news, and now he told him a more unacceptable news.

How can it be?Isn't Sue Yong Hongying a super-danger level superhuman who is on par with Gojo Satoru?How could he just die like this?Didn't he just create a world without magic spirits?

Xia Youjie subconsciously rejected this possibility: "Impossible, he must still be alive."

Osamu Dazai was not in the mood to argue about the established facts. He divided the document in his hand into two, took one on the left and one on the left, and handed it forward: "Which one do you want?"

Xia Youjie remained silent, and the other party's attitude confirmed the truth of what he said just now.

He lowered his head, his movements were as stiff as an old machine, and the contents of the document made his mind go blank.

"This is……"

"Hongying left it to you." Dazai Osamu said calmly, his deep voice was like a pool of lifeless stagnant water, "The choice is yours."

Xia Youjie stared blankly at the two documents in front of him.

One was a handwritten letter of recommendation stamped by the Supernatural Secret Service Division and signed "Tsukimi Ri Hongying"—he didn't even know when Sueyong Hongying changed his surname, and the recommended place was the Armed Detective Agency .

The other was an arrest warrant and arrest warrant from the Superintendent's Department, with a typed confession attached.

Just like what Xia Youjie did to himself.This time, Yuejian Li Hongying also put options in front of him.

The future life is up to him to choose.

"Choose quickly." Osamu Dazai urged, "I'm still waiting to go to the bedroom to catch cats, and I don't have time to accompany a person who should have died here to think about life."

"Uh..." Xia Youjie's brain was in a mess. He stared blankly at the two documents, which were clearly written in black and white, but it gave him a strange illusion, as if the next second would Dripping scarlet blood.

Under Dazai Osamu's constant urging, he slowly raised his hand, and stretched it to one side by accident.

It wasn't until he pinched the paper that he realized that he had chosen to plead guilty.

……

Prison Files—

Xia Youjie, 28 years old.

Special curse master.

The circumstances of his crime are so bad that he should be executed. However, due to the guarantee of Wutiao Patriarch and the Supernatural Secret Service Section, as well as his voluntary confession, after discussion by the Superintendent’s Department, it was unanimously decided to change it to lifelong ban on release.

On May [-], [-], he was imprisoned.

……

later……

Sugisawa No. [-] High School in Miyagi Prefecture.

At night, all the classrooms in the teaching building turned off the lights, and the students had already gone home from school. Only a candle was lit in the club activity room of the Psychic Phenomena Research Society. The dim candlelight gave people the feeling of a horror film set.

Two students, a boy and a girl, sat facing each other on both sides of the table. The girl was holding an unknown object wrapped in talisman paper, which was picked up by their junior some time ago.

"Take it down!"

The girl tore open the talisman paper and turned it down round and round, revealing a human finger.

Both were surprised.

But the supernatural phenomenon they imagined didn't happen. While they were discussing what to do with the finger, the door of the club was opened, and a boy with black prickly hair stood at the door, surrounded by their schoolmate Hu Zhan Yourhito.

Fu Heihui said expressionlessly: "I'm sorry, the cursed object in your hands may bring danger, please hand it over to me immediately."

"Huh—cursed object!?"

……

after that……

Yokohama, Armed Detective Agency.

The newcomer Atsushi Nakajima was sorting out the files on the desktop when suddenly, the treasure of the town——

A short-short silver named Tsukinasemi jumped out from nowhere and bumped into his calf.

He was so frightened that his hands shook, and the documents he had just sorted out were scattered all over the floor.

At the same time, the cat flew to the window, pressed its cute paws on the glass, and meowed non-stop at a taupe bird perched on a branch.

Atsushi Nakajima didn't know why it was so lively all of a sudden, but how could a mere human being be able to fathom Maomao's thoughts, so he could only squat down resignedly to sort out the documents scattered all over the floor.

In the process of sorting out, he came across a strange name he had never heard of before, and curiously asked his senior who was reading the "Complete Suicide Manual": "Mr. Dazai, what is a conjurer? Is it similar to a person with supernatural powers?"

"It's different, it's a different power system." Dazai Osamu casually turned a page, and lazily explained, "Conjurer is a profession responsible for expelling curse spirits—well, but that was before, now There are no more magic spirits, and their work is similar to that of the Supernatural Secret Service Division, so it is no problem to understand them as people with supernatural abilities.”

Atsushi Nakajima was stunned when he heard this: "What is the curse spirit?"

"A kind of creature formed by the negative emotions overflowing from non-artists. Ordinary people can't see them. They are very dangerous."

Atsushi Nakajima was even more at a loss: "Since the curse spirits are born from negative emotions, they should always exist, right?"

"That's it."

Osamu Dazai closed the "Complete Suicide Manual" in his hand, and he turned his head to look at Atsushi Nakajima. The afternoon sun shone through the glass on his face, adding vitality and warmth to his iris-colored eyes.

He curled the corner of his mouth, as if he was missing something, both his expression and tone were rare and gentle.

"The most beautiful thing in the world today is the victim."

——End of text——