After becoming a blood clan, he did everything possible to seek death

Osamu Dazai was stunned by the light of dawn until his pupils dilated.

He was born in the darkness, lived in the darkness, and watched this hopeless world day after day. No one taught him what hope is, because everyone never knew that he had already stood in the shadow that everyone could not perceive. middle.

He didn't realize it until after touching death for the first time.

It turns out that death is the fastest way to escape from this world.

death.

From the definition of medicine, it is interpreted as the loss and permanent termination of all vital signs, and eventually becomes an object without vital features.

The heart stops beating, the blood flow slows down, no breathing, no response to the outside world, until the brain leaves the last instruction.

"I am already dead. 』

According to philosophy, death refers to the irreversible loss of my connection with this world, and the traces of my existence will disappear permanently. So far, I have nothing to do with the world, and this is death.

But in some romantic accounts, death has another explanation.Death is the end of a cycle and the beginning of a cycle.Scholars believe that human beings have a soul, and that the sex will die, but the soul will not leave, so after the soul leaves the sex, it will find the next sex to be reborn.Death and rebirth, this is reincarnation.

Reincarnation is a painful statement to hear. You have already escaped, but you have to be pulled back by fate to continue to suffer from the disaster. How cruel it is to be set like this.

So while some of Dazai's practices are romantic—such as making enemies close their eyes before they die and remember the best things in their lives before he pulls the trigger—he himself doesn't believe in romance.

What's the use of recalling good things? They're all fake.

He's just helping people escape the world.

Sometimes he also complains, why hasn't the person who can help him appear yet.

Osamu Dazai once imagined that when someone who could bring death to him appeared, he might first smile amicably, pat that person on the shoulder, joke with gratitude, and say, "Why are you here so late?" .

Now he hesitated.

He found that that person didn't want to separate his soul from his body, he still existed in this world, but his soul seemed to have left alone.

His soul was taken by that person.

The light that hurt his eyes was sprinkled on that person, so dazzling that his eyes were sore.

He saw the smile slowly appearing in the eyes of the person behind the light, with a taste of sadness, and seemed to bring infinite regret.

The scorching heat in his body has completely left, and the wanton abuse in his body has disappeared with the passage of time, leaving only emptiness and coldness.

The sun shone in his eyes, but it couldn't make him feel the slightest warmth.

It was more like rain, and the biting cold fell down his eye sockets, blocked his windpipe, and crushed his throat.

How absurd, the person who should have taken him away just took away his most important things, and then completely imprisoned him in the world alone, leaving him alone to face the frightening loneliness that followed.

Osamu Dazai wanted to go forward and grab him, but his limbs were so stiff that they were fixed on the ground, and he couldn't even control his fingers.

The hoarse voice from the throat was like the last desperate call of a beast before dying.

"Take me away... please, take me with you..."

He saw Ozzy staring at him, shaking his head slowly under the pouring light.

Then reached out to him.

He hated the stiff body at this moment extremely, and also hated the distance between himself and Ozzy that he could touch each other just by raising his hand.

There are such cruel words as farewell in the world.

Dazai Osamu was actually unable to do such a simple thing as holding the hand that was stretched out to him at the last moment.

He just watched Ozzy open his mouth and say something silently, and then turned into petals when the sun was more dazzling, like a rose withered in winter, fell to the ground, and was swept away by the breeze He got up and drifted in an unknown direction.

"Please...don't take him away..."

He was slumped, the light in his eyes lost.

Osamu Dazai was left forever in deep winter by Oz.

With dawn came the broken barriers that hung over Yokohama.It should not have been captured by human eyesight, but with the tragic death of the ghost king Guiwu Tsuji, it formed a stone wall built in the air, and experienced years of erosion at an accelerated rate, and then broke and weathered, in the Dispelled during the process of falling from the sky.

Neither it nor its owner belong to this land, so even if it leaves, it will not leave traces here.

The roars of the monsters became much lower because of the departure of the ghost king. Their slow movements gave humans hope again. They still attacked in the direction of humans, but the bloody warriors no longer had to face invincible enemies. .

The power attached to them by the ghost king was exhausted, and every time they raised their sharp claws to take another person's life, a seedling would break through the ground, push away the broken eaves and walls, and wrap around their bodies.

Except for those who disappeared under the wisteria, all the remaining monsters were trapped in a cage by these green plants in just a few minutes.

People don't understand what the greenery is doing, but there is no doubt that it helps them.

Maybe it's someone's ability.

And when humans take up weapons and want to completely kill the monsters imprisoned in it, the green plants will slowly stretch out a tentacles, gently wrap around the wrists of humans, and push them further away, Then retract the tentacles and return to calm.

"What is it doing?"

someone asked.

no one knows.

As far as people can see, it is full of cyst-like green. They are peaceful and harmless, just like the plants that originally grew here.

"This flower vine seems familiar?"

Those who are familiar with plants say so, but they are more excited than to study this plant.

Strangers who didn't know each other embraced like relatives and friends, crying and dancing.

Only ignorant children are asking their parents: "Aren't we going to be eaten?"

The surviving people stepped out of the last bastion of Yokohama one after another, stepped on the messy ground, and looked at the sun rising from the sea level with tears in their eyes.

A gust of wind blows, with a few white petals, chasing towards the dawn.

Mori Ogai sat on the ground exhausted, not at all like the boss of the port mafia. Beside him lay Chuya Nakahara, who had lost consciousness.

"Thank you, Chuya-kun."

He smiled and glanced at his watch.

"It's really embarrassing, Your Highness Fukuzawa."

Fukuzawa Yukichi was also covered in blood, and he was supporting his long sword at this moment to barely let himself fall to the ground like Mori Ogai.

Numerous green cysts also grew around them.Fukuzawa Yukichi walked up to the nearest one and reached out to touch it.

The thorny plants are so soft to the touch, even the thorns are soft.

Is it because you don't want to hurt others?

Fukuzawa Yukichi was silent, looking back at Mori Ogai.

Mori Ogai was trying to pick up Nakahara Chuya from the ground: "Huh? Why are you looking at me like that?"

Fukuzawa Yukichi asked quietly: "Is this also in your plan?"

Mori Ogai paused: "You mean these plants?"

"No," Fukuzawa Yukichi said, "the survival of people, the ending of this story, and many other things, you have expected."

Mori Ogai gave up the decision to move Nakahara Chuya, sat down honestly and stretched: "How is it possible, this is not a simple drama performance, and I am not a screenwriter."

"I just think that person will have a way."

"Ah! Dazai-kun! You're back!" Mori Ogai stretched out his hand, and waved livelyly at the people who came, "I just ran away without saying a word, which made me worry for a long time."

Osamu Dazai walked forward and stopped some distance away from Mori Ogai.

His hands are clenched into fists.

Mori Ogai's smile faded: "What are you holding?"

Osamu Dazai opened his hand, and it was a broken ring.He looked at the palm of his hand and said, "I don't know."

Mori Ogai completely lost his smile, frowning and his expression turned cold: "Where is Mr. Oz? Didn't come with you?"

"He's gone." Osamu Dazai replied.

Seeing the people walking towards the beach silently, Mori Ogai sighed heavily.

"I'm really not suitable to be a screenwriter."

"You don't have to come, I can do it by myself."

"It's time to say thank you, but since it's Odasaku, there's nothing wrong with saying such hurtful things."

Osamu Dazai leaned in front of a car, watching Sakunosuke Oda put the last cardboard box into the trunk.

Odasaku was about to move with those children, the curry shop was almost destroyed, and the children could not continue to live there, so he planned to find a cheaper house first and bring the children to live in first.

The owner of the curry shop also defected to a friend who runs a coffee shop in the city.

Osamu Dazai came to help Odasaku move, although he just stood by and watched from the beginning to the end.

Odasaku pushed back the children who poked their heads out of the car, and then told them to close the windows tightly, and then said to Dazai: "I heard that you were also infected, how are you doing now?"

Osamu Dazai lowered his head and fiddled with the gadgets in his hands, as if he didn't care much about the tragedy that happened to him: "Oh, that, it was indeed controlled by the ghost king for a while, but thanks to - the things in his body have been completely destroyed now. Expelled."

"Good, bad, all empty."

There was a big and bright smile on his face, but it made people feel empty and lonely for no reason.

Oda Saku didn't know what to say, hesitated for a while, and asked, "Where are you going next?"

Osamu Dazai's clothes today are different from before. Today he is wearing a camel trench coat, which looks much more lively.

When he was asked this way, he showed a smirk: "Where are you going... In short, go to the guy's safe first, take his rare wine away, and then find a good place to drink it! Watch him jump around It looks helpless, hahaha..."

Oda Saku didn't get a clear answer, but he had a vague feeling that Osamu Dazai had a purpose.

So he didn't worry too much about this friend.

Everything in Yokohama is getting better, and the post-disaster reconstruction is progressing very quickly. The green cysts growing on the ground have also bloomed one by one. They are white roses, which are very beautiful.

Some people say that these white roses feed on the toxins in the monsters, because when they bloom, the vines will loosen and fall out of the human beings who have become monsters but regained consciousness after the toxins were eaten clean.

When they were considering whether to completely eradicate these unknown flower vines to prevent the tragedy from happening again, the flower vines seemed to understand people's thoughts, and one by one retracted into the soil, quietly disappearing from people's sight .

Everyone seems to be getting better.

Oda Saku, who was sitting in the driver's seat, just lit the engine. When he saw the children playing in the rearview mirror, he suddenly remembered the potted plant that Ozzy had left behind.

He hesitated.

Osamu Dazai saw his hesitation.

"what happened?"

"Dazai, do you remember... Oz?"

"..."

"He sent me a plant."

"Well, then what?"

"He said that there is a gift for you inside, so I was wondering if I should wait for him to come back before giving it to you."

Oda was still hesitating, but Osamu Dazai had already opened the car door, and found the potted plant from where Oda was watching.

It was slumped in the soil, and its yellowed leaves had begun to dry up.

It looked miserable.

Osamu Dazai pinched its leaves, always feeling the leaves tremble in his hand.

"Thank you for the transfer." Osamu Dazai sent his friend off politely.

He still couldn't remember much about Oz, those things about vampires and ghost kings had completely left him, and sometimes he wondered if everything that had happened was just his imagination.

But when Ozzy left, he took a look at the ring as a souvenir. He seemed to know that he couldn't take it away, so he could only look at it.

Later, the ring shattered and came into the hands of Osamu Dazai.

If it is a dream, the things in the dream will not appear in reality.

Osamu Dazai shook the chain on his wrist, recalling the images that flashed in his mind but could not be grasped.

He found a black leather booklet from the potted plant, with a picture of a rabbit on it.

Maybe this book, he thought, could help him find what he had lost.

People's joys are not the same.

Osamu Dazai felt that the world was noisy, but he still decided to accept them.

Because there is one person who likes this noise, so he wants to continue listening for him.