[Comprehensive] Martyrdom is not a good civilization

The light in the narrow and cramped room was dim, and the village huddled up and couldn't see the light.

Dazai was holding a knife in his hand - the one I used for self-defense before, but he walked along with him at some point, the silver halo flowed from the blade to the tip, dazzling coldly.

I leaned against the yellowed wall, and the coldness spread from my back to my whole body.I watched Dazai's every move carefully, my heartbeat seemed to slow down during my breathing, but the powerful beating seemed to hit my head and made me feel dizzy.

Dazai turned his back to me, and I saw the white shirt sticking to his back, protruding the shape of his spine, he squatted down, and the dagger writhed beautifully at his fingertips.

"The original plan was to chat with you after Xiao Lingzi's medicine wears off, but now it seems that it's better to be more direct."

"Ah-uh... ah!"

"Pain makes people more awake, doesn't it." There seemed to be a smile in Dazai's voice, he turned his head to look at me who was clinging to the wall and struggling to support, "Blood is necessary at certain moments."

Dazai didn't pay attention to my answer, he turned his face away, and the villager on the ground looked terrified, looking at Dazai as if he was looking at a demon.

The pain was indeed effective, and there were short cries for mercy from the village.

"Sorry, I can't hear what you're saying."

After coming here, the smell of blood has been lingering on the tip of my nose, and the smell of Murakami has already made me feel numb.

Dazai brought me here, what is he trying to do?

To watch him torture the village?No, I seemed to see the child trapped in the night, tentatively stretching out his hand from the safety circle he had drawn. He looked at me, and if I behaved slightly wrong, he would withdraw his hand, turned and left without hesitation.

Why me...?

I looked at Dazai with a cold expression and suddenly felt sad.

"Today, I tried to commit suicide by hanging myself. In order to prevent no one from sharing my joy after the successful suicide, I told Ayako in advance~"

Before Dazai and I communicated most of the time through text, except for his report before committing suicide.

Looking through the chat records, I don't know when, the voices he sent were all such words.

The screams in the village drifted far away in my ears, and I lowered my eyes and looked at my toes in confusion.

I should have felt scared and even wanted to run away, but now I just feel deep sadness.

Dazai stretched out his hand and sent out a distress signal to me. I don't know how I can "help him", but the only thing I can do now, the only thing I want to do is to hold him and pull him out of the narrow night.

After a long time, I raised my head calmly.

I don't want to lose my rare friend.

I didn't care about the bloodstains rolling on the ground begging for mercy, I didn't care about the red-smelling liquid on Dazai's hand, I didn't care that the sky was dark and the sun had rested, I just walked gently to his side.

"Mr. Dazai, I am Ayako Sakuradani..." I looked up at his fair side face, "Nice to meet you, my friend."

Dazai looked at me, the corners of his mouth twitched into a laugh, he laughed for a long time like a child, and looked at me fixedly.

"Ah, I see." The invisible film separating him from me, which seemed to be broken at the touch of a touch but as far away as a mountain, disappeared. "I'm Dazai Osamu, nice to meet you... Ayako."

Many years later, we leaned against each other to face the dusk, counting the flowers withering, the clouds disappearing and the rain, watching the sunset and the bells ringing, I can often think of this smile that seems to be a tender white flower blooming in the dark.

Of course, let's not talk about it later.

I stood aside and watched Dazai smile and poke at Murakami's weakness word by word. I felt the expression on my face was cold, and the sympathy that Wu Yue called delicate and sensitive didn't appear on Murakami.

I am indifferent to the scars on the flesh, because whether it is a human or an animal, the skin is like this after being cut open-the bright red flesh is wrapped in yellow fat, and the color is gorgeous and vivid.

The incisions on Murakami's body were not deep, nor did they bleed much, but Dazai chose the most sensitive and pain-intolerant parts of his body.

If the personality is strong, the only thing for a person who cannot bear humiliation is to bite his tongue and commit suicide.

But not in the village.

The pain recalled the control of the whole body, and the village breathed rapidly, and the airflow sprayed on the ground and raised a cloud of dust.His voice was trembling and weak, almost the moment Dazai asked the question, he couldn't wait to tell everything he knew.

"So it turns out that the punishment game is specially prepared for the villains after death. They struggle to survive again and again until they pass the review and can be resurrected..." Dazai paced around, muttering the information he got. "It's getting more and more interesting."

"Do you think I will enter the punishment game if I succeed in suicide now, Ayako?"

"Mr. Dazai." I looked at him and said solemnly, "As a friend, I can't interfere with your suicide hobby, but I must stop your act of committing suicide."

"Is that right?"

"That's right."

The meaningless conversation ended, and I materialized a bottle of pink candy, holding the bottle and shaking it in front of Dazai, the candy ball hitting the bottle was lively and cute.

"Is it okay, Mr. Dazai?" I pointed to the village where Dazai was like a piece of dead wood after Dazai finished asking.

He knew that pink candies could heal wounds.

"Okay." Dazai nodded, and helped me remove Murakami's jaw.

Wow, friend, you are so thoughtful.

I poured all the candy into the mouth of the village, and after thinking about it, I felt that it was not enough, so I took out a bottle of purple and poured it in.

That's fine, so you're safe.