Personality was once a disqualification in the world[Comprehensive]

Osamu Dazai and the Dark Ages-1

It is so painful to be alive.

But once you say "I really want to die", the people around you will be divided into two groups.One group of people will ridicule you for wanting to gain the attention of others, while the other group will kindly persuade you not to die, telling you how beautiful the world is and how sad your relatives and friends will be after you die.However, among the latter, some people are just to satisfy their inner, so-called "false virgins".

No one can understand this man who wants to die.

People are really weird.A person is like a mirror that has been broken into thousands of pieces, and the shadow reflected in each piece is a part of the person.

If I were to die, would anyone understand me?

I am so pitiful and pathetic, will anyone understand you?

Yes, there will be such a person.

The black-haired youth gently approached the sleeping boy.Is it here?He touched the other's pocket.

Obviously the book is so big, but it can fit into that small pocket.His pocket is not a different-dimensional space, so this thing is playing tricks?

A completely blank book.Some people call it the [universal wishing machine].Some say that whatever is written in that book will come true.So...does it have to be written down?

come on.

[Book] called out like that.

Write down the wish you most want to achieve.

The young man waved the pen and wrote down his wish on the page.

There's a theory called the grandfather argument.

If a person went back in time and killed his grandfather who didn't have a son, would that person still be born?

Time is disturbed, and the plot development of all stories will produce different alternative branches.

Young people are amazing people.How should I put it, he always has a feeling of being chosen by the world.If such words were uttered by others, then everyone would definitely laugh at him as a second child.But if the young man said this, it would be quite credible.

The world almost revolves around him.The youth who seemed to be favored by the will of the world saw many wonderful things, such as parallel worlds.

Isn't this the same as the so-called Bailan Jesso?A man named Bailan Jesso has the ability to communicate with himself in a parallel world.And with this ability, he can almost destroy a world with just a few gestures.

But youth is different.He pretty much watched [his] whole life in other worlds from the perspective of a bystander.Among the thousands of [him] who are not much different, the young man finds that he seems to be the only one.Nobody had a friend like him, nobody grew up with that friend.

So... his friend is also unique in the world?

But in that complete world, the youth saw a completely different world.[He] in that world is a real woman.

She is that special case.

While observing the woman with interest, the young man discovered that there was his friend beside the woman.

The young man's clever mind suddenly figured out the matter.

The child next to the woman is his friend.And the opportunity that brought the young man to know his friend...

Yes, he wrote down a wish to meet someone in that omnipotent book.

By the way.The young man's name is Osamu Dazai.

"There is no such thing in the world that is worth prolonging this miserable life. What you have for the time being will eventually be lost." Is this enough to be used as a declaration of suicide by a middle school student?

Osamu Dazai sank into the water, first his feet entered the water, then his torso, and his fragile neck, and finally his cheeks were submerged by the water, and the black hair on the back of his head was already wet in strands.

But for a boy like him, whose parents had both died at such a young age, it was probably considered an explosive speech.However, the number of juveniles who commit suicide in Japan every year is as high as tens of thousands. He is just a drop in the ocean. Who will pay attention to his death?At most, there will be a space the size of a block of tofu in the newspapers of the next day, which says: A middle school student of a man drowned in the water.

If his body is lucky enough to be picked up by a policeman or a fisherman in front of many passers-by, then there may be a few more pictures of his tragic death on social software.

The cold river water slapped on his face, and Osamu Dazai subconsciously held his breath—just like he usually holds his breath in training water.This record was stabilized at 5 minutes.

The doctor invited by his parents said that the child had strong suicidal tendencies.But Osamu Dazai thought to himself, what kind of fools are those?

"I pretended to cry and everyone said I was sad. I shed a few false tears for a dead rabbit. They said I was a kind child. I often practiced the ability to hold my breath in the water. The adults said I was overwhelmed." , I want to end the life that has absorbed the nutrition of the placenta at a young age."

Grown-ups are complete fools.The little boy thought that they were no different from the man and woman in "The Little Prince" who used a boa constrictor that swallowed an elephant as a top hat.Obviously people's brains develop almost the same area, excluding geniuses among geniuses - such as Einstein, the father of light, Stephen Hawking, a walker in a wheelchair, why some people, ah... most adults are so stupid Woolen cloth?

My father is more stupid than a beggar who walks barefoot, and my mother is also a happy shadow to laugh with.

His brothers and sisters never existed, only phantoms ruptured in male and female organs.

To paraphrase his anger, the boy wrote the first faint lines of verse on a piece of paper.He turned his head into a heavy stone, and threw his torso and limbs into the watery fire.

A pair of phantom hands rippling in the water grabbed his shoulders, the tightening strength was like the strength of the man-eating aquatic plants that were about to take his life.He felt dizzy in the water, every pore of him was filled with water, and he became a ridiculous and pathetic water child.

"Can you still breathe?" the boy heard the anxious cry, like the wind passing through the hole in the butterfly's wing.

He thought, why would this person go to such lengths?Death is the final destination, and living will only waste food, waste air, and waste people's stiff facial expressions.But he still coughed up a small amount of river water in his lungs, Osamu Dazai even felt the plankton still swimming in his mouth.But it doesn't take long for those tiny creatures to die from the (for them) venom produced by the human body.

He opened his eyes here in a daze, and he saw white snow-white, and black black; he saw His (male or female) light-colored and thin lips, and white eyebrows that were different from ordinary people.

What kind of monster is this that ran out of the mountains?Is it a snow girl who doesn't know the seasons running from the countryside?

The boy coughed twice in pain, and the anxious man stretched his back.Both of their clothes were soaked, and they were tightly attached to their backs.When the man's hand touched his back, the boy felt violated, defiled by someone unknown.There was still water on his eyelashes, and the man who rescued him from the river didn't know how to wipe them with a quick dry one.

Osamu Dazai thought later, probably not.

His fingertips landed on the spine with plump skin and flesh, and then touched the invisible arrogance and disgust.He was so frightened that he fell to the side again.

Osamu Dazai wiped his face with the drenched sleeves that were clinging to the sides of his tiny arms.In this way, the scene in front of you will become clearer.

He saw the man sitting opposite him, wearing a thick velvet cloak—he was hardly the master of the cloak, but just a vassal of the cloak.

Osamu Dazai thought, how stupid he is, he would jump into the water wearing such a thick cloak, doesn't he know that such clothes are the easiest to absorb water?Thinking of this, the boy looked at the man with the wet face in a sad state of mind.His white hair is like withered grass under the winter frost, and the only strand of black hair is the freak, the mottled black of the sun.

The boy stood up, and thousands of drops of water fell down. He was like the broken shower at home.

"Are you all right?" He asked.He seemed to remember to take off his cloak at this moment.After the pitch-black cloak fell off, a white patient gown was revealed.

Dazai Osamu's kite-colored eyeballs moved, and he left the stranger and walked away.

Another day... another place to die.

But he hit a wall, he was blocked by an invisible wall.

A wave of restrained anger swept over him like a flood. This young middle school boy opened his red-brown eyes, trying to figure out the other party's evil and sinister intentions with extremely low thoughts.

The man choked on water, his limbs drooping limply.

Osamu Dazai looked down at him unscrupulously, relying on the fact that he was standing while the other was sitting.The pale, sharpened face lifted up to catch a few inches of moist air.

Only then did he realize that the other person's eyes were a wonderful mixture of gold and purple.

The corners of His eyes were red.

The boy sighed for no reason, and then all the muscles and bones of his body disappeared along with the air current.The boy collapsed on the ground like a mess of mud.

Osamu Dazai sat as far away as he could from the other party.Within a radius of ten meters is the range within which Osamu Dazai's footsteps can be heard.

"Name?" Osamu Dazai's most basic question.But it's not just the name, the other party's brain doesn't have any information about himself.Their damp hair dries a bit in the mild sunlight, but their clothes still cling to their sides.

"I don't know who I am, but I feel that I have to do something, which is very urgent - I think." The teenager who lost all his memories and couldn't do anything nervously bit his fingernails.

Dazai Osamu's eyes were full of distrust and suspicion.He turned around, walked over, and put his hands on the boy's shoulders.

Because of the stranger's intimacy, the white-haired boy flinched.

Osamu Dazai let go of his hand and walked out.

He hit a wall again.

After going back and forth several times, a gloomy look appeared on his fair face.His ability [Disqualification in the World] can completely nullify other people's abilities, but the current situation is nothing more than two reasons: one is that the wall blocking her is not an ability, but the ability that the wall represents is It radiates out all the time.

Even if it is eliminated, when he lets go of his hand, the barrier will re-form.At this moment, Osamu Dazai didn't know what to do.

This is too bad.Even if he committed suicide, the other party would definitely rush over to stop him, and the two are in a state where they cannot be separated now.The boy who had attempted suicide many times fell into depression. He squatted at the door of the house that could no longer be called home, and squeezed a flower to play with.

The young man was cooking today's lunch in the kitchen. Although all his memories were lost, as soon as he returned to the cooking table, the familiar utensils were exchanged for his ingenuity.But the boy complained in his heart, he just wanted to die, he didn't want to waste any more time in this world, there were no things in the world worth prolonging this miserable life to maintain.

But the other party's craftsmanship is really good, even his mother has never made such a meal that would make people cry.

That night, the young man drank alcohol, so far he still doesn't know what the other party's name is, and Osamu Dazai doesn't want to find some ABC to replace the other party's name.

He called him a boy in his heart.

The white-haired boy found a bottle of wine from nowhere, it looked like fake wine.Bad alcohol makes people intoxicated and he's still talking nonsense.

Osamu Dazai sat on the side in disgust, and the other party's face turned red.His hair was messy like unfurled white threads.

The boy faintly heard the other party mutter "teacher".But that moment is too narrow, and it feels like something is missing.For example... a barrier.He ran out barefoot, like a wild dog having fun, to the stone bridge a hundred meters away.

Cold air swirled in his lungs.

Who is the "teacher"?This figure is like a key, opening the locked fog?The boy was sitting on the edge of the stone bridge, with a trace of curiosity in his iris eyes.

In the middle of the night, the patrolman rushed over with a flashlight, wanting to see which child had run away from home.

Osamu Dazai ran back to the house in a hurry. When he went out, he didn't close the door completely, and half of the light leaked out from the gap.The boy returned to the sofa, and the white-haired teenager sitting opposite him was muttering.

His every word smelt of alcohol.

Osamu Dazai turned his head, he wanted to know what dream the other party was having now, was it sad or happy?Curiosity is often an important factor that leads people to the abyss, and he never doubted it.

He noticed heartbreaking words coming out of that mouth.

"Teacher... can't... I don't want to go; don't die." He cried in his drunken dream, for the phantom of someone who had long forgotten his appearance and life. "Don't...don't—" He was as powerless as a fish thrown to the ground.

Osamu Dazai leaned against the boy's lips, he wanted to hear those broken words that could not be heard.He tilted his ears, and the alcohol smell from the other party entered his nostrils.

The boy said, "Don't kill her!" It was a helpless scream suppressed in his throat.

The boy fell back into his seat.

He sat up straight as if nothing had happened.

Only later did he realize that it was a nightmare surrounding the other party that never disappeared.

Osamu Dazai found an ID card in the pure black cloak, he had never been to the corner of that cloak, so naturally he would not find this from the gap.

The ID card belonged to the teenager, and the place where the portrait was placed on it was his face.A little thinner than now, with a deep and indelible melancholy in his eyes.

The name is ... [Tsushima Mochizuki].

Oh, he knows the boy's name.Osamu Dazai, who knew this before the boy, felt better.It is better for him to have the information that others will have than the cigarettes and alcohol that men love.

But when he used this name to call the boy, the other party's reaction was too slow.And after careful testing, he found that the other party was more sensitive to the surname [Tsushima] than the first name [Mochizuki].But Osamu Dazai didn't want to call the other party Hey or still call him a boy, the former was meaningless, and the latter made him look like a pervert.

So the boy called him Mochizuki-kun with that often intimate and often cold voice.

The clumsy Mochizuki-kun will also find that the inseparable curse has been broken, but he also seems to think that the other party is simply that kind of stupid person.He doesn't always think about his next step.

This way of thinking always makes it cut off its own retreat.But he still has some advantages, for example, he can cook delicious meals, for example, he has read a lot of books.

"Even though I'm in a nutshell, I still claim to be the king of the world and the universe." But recently he became fascinated by Shakespeare, and he began to chant over and over again the words written by the other party, even if they came from his most disdainful words. Love tragicomedy.He wears an invisible crown and walks on the sofa bridge with tiptoes. He feels that he is the king of the husk that is not understood by the world.

"It's such a dream that I have a deep love with you. In the dream, the throne is there. When I wake up, everything is empty." He uttered these words contemptuously, as if he had vomited out a bitter fruit core.

Mochizuki-kun said: "There is another translation. I once had you, like a flattering dream. I became king in that dream, but woke up to nothing."

Osamu Dazai commented that it was just a more artificial translation.

"What else have you read?" the boy asked, with an unmistakable haughtiness.

"Hmm..." Mochizuki-kun was silent for a while, Dazai thought that the other party searched his guts but couldn't find anything useful.

"Love in the Time of Cholera has not been read in Garcia's published articles so far. I have read the "Bible" and "The Egyptian Book of the Dead". Kafka's "Metamorphosis", Yukio Mishima's "Sea of ​​Plenty" tetralogy, and Neruda's poems..."

Osamu Dazai said, "You are lying." He stared at the stupid boy with burning eyes, trying to read hiding and cowardice from his eyes.But in the end, he found sadly that what the other party said seemed to be the truth.

His arrogance suddenly disappeared.

"What do you remember about Kafka?" Not to be outdone, he pretended to be calm.

Mochizuki-kun said: "The city is cruel, and the wilderness room is our lair." "The heart is a house with two bedrooms, one for pain and the other for joy. Can one laugh too loudly, Otherwise the laughter will wake up the pain in the next room."

After such attempts, Osamu Dazai felt that he had misjudged the wrong person.Then the next moment, he was ecstatic again.

He said, "Come here, let me show you something." The boy led the man into a room that only he could enter, and Osamu Dazai moved the things in the corner—the chair, the table, the basketball and the kite, and there was nothing wrong with it. An easel half the height of a person was covered with a dirty white cloth.

draw?What painting?Mochizuki-kun put that doubt on his face.

Osamu Dazai rejoiced in his heart, he would be able to see the other party's panicked expression or curse after a while.With a bang, he lifted the white cloth, and the pale white cloth, like a shroud, fell to the ground.

Mochizuki-kun saw the painting.

Osamu Dazai's good "friend" Takeichi when he was young (he has long forgotten the other party's surname, it seems to be this name) said that this portrait is a horse from hell!But he couldn't remember whether the other party was talking about this painting or Modigliani's painting of a nude.

Osamu Dazai hung the gloomy self-portrait in front of Mochizuki-kun. He was gearing up to see what this man had in common with ordinary people.

Even he himself could not tell what it was, he could only be sure that the painting was his self-portrait.It is neither human nor horse, its color is black, and it looks like a mixture of a hundred colors.

Osamu Dazai was silent, and then he heard Mochizuki-kun swallowing.

"I... can I touch it?"

He was gloomy in his heart, but on the surface he readily agreed.

Don't mess with my portrait, do you think the canvas is just a blob of stains I painted yesterday?His iris eyeballs rolled back and forth, habitually stretching a button on his clothes.

"This..." Mochizuki-kun caressed the object carefully, and he stared at it for a long time, fascinated.But at the same time, the disgusting sense of death is coming to him, Mochizuki has retracted his fingers, and his fingertips are trembling.He could feel his heart beating wildly at a rate of 120 beats per minute, and he thought he was going to pass out on the spot.

Osamu Dazai wondered why the other party's eyes were filled with very hot tears, and he burst into tears after seeing this painting.

"This, is that you?" Mochizuki-kun said tremblingly.

Osamu Dazai opened his eyes wide, he just wanted to run around and tell everyone: Look at that!Someone who sees the first level of baseness in me in such a noble picture!look at that!Mochizuki-kun thinks it's me!

The boy's heart is filled with the word "failure", which is the second thing that has been seen through in his life so far. Words such as "liar" and "inferior person" drifted across his mind, and a thousand little devils were poking his soft skin with forks.He was seen through!He was seen through!Even evil words can't stop the shock in his heart, because he is a more evil existence than words.

Mochizuki looked at Osamu Dazai with that puzzled expression, he had no idea how earth-shattering words he had just said.

Osamu Dazai laughed twice, "Mochizuki-kun, you are such a genius!"

Mochizuki-kun didn't know why, and he didn't know what to say, so he could only face the ecstatic boy in that confused and stupid way.

Mochizuki-kun's straw-filled mind finally realized that the unbreakable spell was gone.

After Osamu Dazai handed over half of the house to him, the white-haired boy suggested one day, "Do you want to go to school?"

It was too early to veto the proposal.In front of Mochizuki-kun, he has been able to express his inner desire very straightforwardly.

"Whether they are teachers or students, they are a bunch of idiots, and they can't even see my foolish tricks." Speaking of his "fool tricks", Osamu Dazai is complacent.He thinks highly of others, and sees earthly men and women as mere flesh without brains.Then he coquettishly said like a child: "Chengzi called me a freak last time." He softly quibbled, "I just told her the truth, even if I go to her every day The boy she likes writes in the mailbox, and he won't look at her more." The boy showed a faint, fox-like smile.

Mochizuki-kun sighed, "This is not good."

Why doesn't Mochizuki-kun grow up?

Osamu Dazai was puzzled by this.As the years passed, his height also increased by a few points.

Mochizuki-kun still looks thin and thin, even every strand of his hair keeps its original length and shape.

Osamu Dazai remained on the sidelines.

The 13-year-old Osamu Dazai is already a very smooth boy, so when the doctor surnamed Mori asked her if she had any intention of joining the Mafia (where did that guy hear about me), he pretended never Hearing about this existence, he generally smiled shyly.

"It sounds so dangerous, but I have someone who has been pursuing death."

The address where the two talked was at the door of the house with rose bushes planted in the heart, and the afterglow of the setting sun looked very gentle.

The personal doctor named Mori Ogai muttered ambiguously, and moved his eyes from the boy to another direction.

Mochizuki-kun wiped his hands with an apron, his hair was tied into a meticulous ponytail, and everything in the kitchen was stored in that window.

Instead, he concentrated on the level of boiling oil in the frying pan.

He withdrew his smirk all of a sudden, even the setting sun couldn't warm the gloomy look on his face.

Mochizuki-kun couldn't help but look at the source of the stranger's strange gaze. He was puzzled for a moment, then bowed quietly to the other party in greeting.

Mori Ogai said: "I'm really envious. Then, please think again." Dr. Mori put his hood back on and walked away with leisurely steps.

Osamu Dazai jumped over the steps with one foot, not caring about the flowers and branches lying on the road.

——He was a little moved.For death and darkness.

Osamu Dazai joined the Port Mafia, and he is currently working alongside Mori Ogai.The so-called jobs include interrogating prisoners, learning how to use firearms, and hiding themselves.He was very good at everything, so good at it that Dazai couldn't believe that he could do this kind of thing, and he was quite handy.

But it's a pity that when he heard the screams of those people, he didn't feel the slightest bit of excitement.It's boring, it's really boring. If you have the time, why not study what seasoning Mochizuki-kun added to make it so delicious.

When Osamu Dazai spent such a boring time in the port mafia, he would miss the half-blooming roses beside the fence and the creepers that covered the entire wall.He will miss the sluggish but funny Mochizuki-kun so much.

But when he returned home, Mochizuki-kun had disappeared from the house.It took Dazai three hours to find each other in an orphanage in Yokohama.

Mochizuki-kun is like a wandering ghost, his eyes even hide ghosts from the past that Osamu Dazai doesn't know.The other party wore that wide cloak and wandered back and forth on the side of the high wall of the orphanage.

"Mochizuki-kun, what are you doing?" Dazai Osamu shouted not far away.His steps became easier, and the hole in his heart was even filled.

At that time, the iron fence door of the orphanage was opened, and a man with a black pot head came out with a serious expression - he saw two strange people on the surveillance camera.

Underage, dressed oddly.

Just standing there is enough to scare away a lot of people.

Osamu Dazai noticed that Mochizuki-kun's body was shaking slightly.He had a heartfelt fear of this man.He seemed to be frightened, and hurriedly fled to the side road.

He stared at the tag on the man's chest, and knew that the man was called Liutiao.

Osamu Dazai followed behind Mochizuki-kun slowly, and the distance between them became shorter and shorter.

"Hey, Mochizuki-kun. What were you looking at just now?" He asked again, but the young man once again appeared in the state of drunkenness. He seemed to have lost his three souls and seven souls. Only instinct hangs on his body.He couldn't even hear what Dazai said.

A subtle sense of crisis welled up in Osamu Dazai's heart.The kite-colored eyes of the black-haired boy who was gradually elongating showed scrutiny, suspicion and a deep sense of frustration. He wanted to know what attracted the other party's gaze.

Please, what the investigation team went to investigate finally came out. Osamu Dazai saw the boy in those photos and documents at a glance: white hair, golden eyes, a thin and small one, and Mochizuki-kun was almost in the same mold. The way it came out.

There is also... Suspected to have been abused by the dean, suspected to be the holder of the ability.

After Osamu Dazai finished reading, he set fire to the pile of paper fabrics.

Mochizuki-kun too?Was he also abused?

His eyes are as calm as water, as pure as glass, and his body is as steel.

rare.rare.

When facing Dazai Osamu "Do you want to come to the bar to work part-time", Dazai obviously saw that the other party wavered a bit.

In these years, Mochizuki-kun has never had a stable job.Adults thought he looked too small, fearing that he would be arrested for employing child labor.Therefore, when faced with this proposal, Mochizuki-kun also raised the same question.

"Hey, it's okay. I'm also a child laborer, and I know the bar owner very well!" In these long years, he hasn't mentioned his work to the other party. What is it like?

If Mochizuki-kun knew that I had killed many people, he would be terrified and want to drive me out of the house.

Osamu Dazai sneered in his heart.

Mochizuki-kun hesitated for a while, but finally agreed.

The bar recommended to him by Osamu Dazai is called "lupin", and there are very few regular customers and not many customers.And the bartender and bar owner is a kind-hearted man with no superpowers—in Yokohama, where the mafia is everywhere.

There is a reason why Osamu Dazai chose this way.

Because he would come here with his "friends" every day, he was very assured of Mochizuki-kun's personal safety.

Except for that period of time - the time when the Hong Kong gangsters changed hands.When Dr. Mori killed the former leader and usurped the throne, Osamu Dazai never left the administrative building of Ganghai.He had to evade attacks from different factions every day, and even had to protect the new leader with other cadres.He is very busy and tired.He is exhausted.

He has gradually lost his ability to smile, and he can't even hold back a fake smile.

Later, he met Oda, Oda Sakunosuke, Oda Saku.Osamu Dazai thinks the other party is really interesting, he is obviously a mafia but he is not willing to kill, he is obviously possessed of powerful abilities but would rather do trivial things... Ah, he is really very interesting.Osamu Dazai is happy to observe this kind of person who is full of contradictions.

When Osamu Dazai remembered his old friends, it was after he knew a young man named Ango Sakaguchi who was very talented in making complaints.

Then the three met "lupin" Dazai Osamu and saw that simple face like an elephant in the crowd.Instead of a bartender uniform, he was wearing a dark blue kimono.He doesn't mix or deliver drinks, just chats with a woman at a table.From Dazai's angle, he couldn't see the other person's face, all he could see was the woman's dark brown long hair and thin back.

Osamu Dazai saw Mochizuki-kun smiling.Why is he laughing?Are grown-ups' bad jokes funny?He unconsciously revealed the gloomy expression of his childhood.

Ango Sakaguchi was taken aback.The young man from the intelligence department pushed his glasses uncomfortably, and asked, "Dazai, what's wrong?"

And the youngest cadre candidate in history resumed his lazy posture, "Boss, give me a cocktail with mint-flavored toothpaste!"

The boss didn't panic because of his request, he just mixed a cup of the most classic style according to the recipe.

In Dazai's peripheral vision, the woman picked up her bead bag after paying the bill, and her slender fingers gently stroked the corners of the boy's eyes.Osamu Dazai, guess they both said goodbye to each other.

Oda Sakunosuke asked, "Do you know that boy?"

Osamu Dazai laughed twice, and then shed two false tears. He shouted like a childish rascal: "Mochizuki-kun! Mochizuki-kun!"

As long as he calls, Mochizuki-kun will run towards him.

Osamu Dazai has always believed in this.

Isn't there such a saying?The favored have nothing to fear, and he is that type.

The boy's eyes flashed with confusion and doubt, "Sir?"

Dazai felt something was wrong, because the emotion that took years to develop had disappeared from the other person's eyes.

He felt panic.

The boss said: "...there was a car accident a few months ago, and Miss Motoko has been taking care of Mochizuki-kun."

Dazai asked, "Who was that just now?"

"It's the daughter of Yamazaki Pharmaceuticals, a kind lady."

Oda Sakunosuke heard the young man next to him whisper, "You know the face but you don't know the heart."

"Mafia?" No response.

"Bar?" No response.

"Tsushima Mochizuki?" His pupils dilated.

"Osamu Dazai?" He... he cried.

Oda Saku asked: "Did you make people cry?"

Osamu Dazai replied: "No, Mochizuki-kun just saw his favorite child - I was so moved that I burst into tears."

Oda Sakunosuke knew what the other party was talking about as soon as he heard it.

When he came to the "lupin" bar again, he found that Mochizuki-kun, as Dazai said, was making coffee in the corner of the bar.

It's obviously at a bar...but he's making coffee in a corner by himself.

Osamu Dazai leaned forward, and held out the hand that put the sugar.

"Four pieces, that's right." Mochizuki-kun told him in the past that adding three pieces of sugar to coffee was the limit, otherwise it would sweeten his teeth.

Leah was sitting on a cloak chair beside him, writing words on a piece of paper.What kind of paper is that?Ordinary paper, or pages torn from the [book] in which all wishes can be practiced?

People outside were discussing that incident, about the kidnapped student Xiongying and the enemy.

The muffled sound was tuned out at that moment.

"Hey, Bakugo-san." The female's hoarse voice sounded like a feather was gently tickling.That delicate face was mixed with horror, anticipation and disgust, "Are you interested in coming to our side?"

Bakugo Katsuki let out a piss.

Because the invitation couldn't be more false.

The author has something to say: This chapter is very long.

There are quite a few people in Lupin Bar, but every time...wow, it's the same group of people.

After I finished writing the article, I found out that Kagami's role was cut by me.The role originally given to him was as follows:

Kagami approached the woman.A beautiful, youthful woman.It made him think of Mingyin, the little cat-like Mingyin with a weak cry.

Osamu Dazai turned his head and smiled, "Do you want to kill me?"

Of course he wants to, he hates