[Comprehensive] Confession Mask

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In the evening, the summer festival venue.

When Dazai Osamu and Mishima Yusae climbed the stairs to the viewing platform near the shrine, Kunikida had already sent a message that they were ready.

"Although according to Mr. Ranpo's prediction, the place with the highest risk is still on our side, but the Ability Secret Service is still quite 'cautious'. To be honest, I don't like to cooperate with the Ability Secret Service at all. Hate it."

After eating yakisoba, shaved ice and other messy summer festival food, Osamu Dazai stretched his waist, squinted his eyes and leaned back on the bench of the viewing platform, complaining endlessly.

"...Mr. Dazai doesn't hate the Supernatural Secret Service, but Ango Sakaguchi, right?"

Yusae Mishima put his hands on the railing, lowered his eyes and looked at the gradually arranged summer festival venue under the shrine. The number of passers-by outside the festival has gradually increased. It is speculated that this place will be here in less than an hour. It has become quite lively.

And maybe it was because of the relaxed atmosphere that she said those words unpreparedly.

Then, the moment after she said it, she understood...

She was the only one who became relaxed in this atmosphere.

After all, just hearing Ango Sakaguchi's name, Osamu Dazai's spirit immediately tensed up, and even she couldn't help but tremble.

But she didn't have the idea of ​​conflicting with Dazai Osamu on this kind of day, so she turned around, leaned her back against the railing, and looked at the man with brown natural curly hair, then closed her eyes and took a breath: "...Why are you angry? I have been in Yokohama as an informer for so long, can I still not understand the past here?"

"That's right, after all, Mrs. Mishima... has always been a cautious person."

"Are you finally willing to hate me?"

"No, on the contrary, I like it more and more."

"……baffling."

Yusae Mishima clicked his tongue helplessly, then strode to the edge of the bench where Osamu Dazai was lying on a whim, squatted down and looked at him calmly.

Her face was very close to his face, and with her clear eyes open, she recorded the deep scan of his outline in her heart under close observation.

For a long time, I kept asking at this distance.

"Mr. Dazai, why...why did you pester me?"

Her pair of light-colored eyes are clear at a glance.

And Osamu Dazai maintained the posture of lying down and looked up at Mishima's clean and beautiful face without any blemishes. He was about to speak when he heard a loud sound of "咻——" from the direction near the festival stage. .

Immediately afterwards, there were rumbling and splintering fireworks and explosions.

And Mishima Yukashi, who was looking at Osamu Dazai at close range, was attracted by the sound of fireworks in an instant, and then looked back at the dust, paint and gunpowder that began to scatter in the air.

Those were the fireworks that were tried to be lit before the festival started. After this wave of trial fireworks was finished, the festival temple fair would officially begin.

Mishima, who used to live in a foreign country, rarely saw this kind of Japanese-style dusty fireworks, so she couldn't help watching them attentively, and the colorful lights were reflected in her beautiful eyes. Looking at the fireworks from such an excellent position, she She just felt that the sound of the fireworks blooming was so loud that it shocked her heart, making her forget her words.

Then, while she was concentrating, she felt that the man lying behind her suddenly approached her, and put his lips next to her ear, maintaining the millimeter distance that would never be in direct contact. Speak in a hoarse voice.

"Because I am eagerly looking forward to experiencing an unbridled joy, even if great sorrow will follow, I will not hesitate..."

Osamu Dazai's pleasant and deep voice echoed in her ears. At that moment, the sound of fireworks should have shocked her even more, but the neat sentence he recited in a lazy voice somehow reached her heart directly.

"What are these words? Is it a poem?" Mishima Yukao looked back at him, with a trace of curiosity written in his clear eyes.

But Osamu Dazai knew that the trace of curiosity in her eyes was limited to that—after all, she would never pour too much curiosity or emotion into anything.

Thinking of this, he smiled at her without thinking: "Mr. Mishima, you don't like to smile at me. You are obviously very friendly to everyone in the Armed Detective Agency."

"...Who can smile at you." The girl's face suddenly became more disgusted.

"It's too much, I'm very sad when you say that~" Osamu Dazai said with crooked eyes, then turned back to look at the sky where there was nothing left, and listened to the Japanese music of the temple fair playing slowly, Close your eyes and explain: "Don't you think the sentence just now is very suitable for describing fireworks?"

"...Well, maybe it is." Mishima Yukao glanced at him, and after inexplicably reciting poems in other people's ears, this unpredictable man seemed to go back to lie down again. The topic of the topic ended without a problem, and he slipped away in a strange way again presumably.

Forget it, she didn't bother to ask.

Thinking of this, Mishima Yukao mischievously used his right hand to evoke a strong wind, first blowing Osamu Dazai off the bench, regardless of his wailing, and when the bench became clean, he sat on it , rest quietly.

"Tuuuuuuuuuuuuu Mishima, you are so cruel."

"This is what Aunt Sato told me just now. She said that your waist is not afraid of falling."

"Could it be that you are angry?"

"What are you angry about?"

"I didn't answer your question just now..."

"How come, I don't even bother to ask."

Mishima propped her chin up, she won't get to the bottom of it.

...Yes, she was too lazy to ask.

After all, there are many things in this world that cannot be expressed in words.

But Osamu Dazai seemed to be taken aback by Mishima's point, and asked her with blinked eyes: "Is Mishima so persistent as an information dealer? If you don't get to the bottom of it, you won't get what you want." Oh, intelligence."

"It has nothing to do with intelligence." Yusae Mishima lowered her eyelids halfway, and her slender eyelashes cast a half-circle shadow on her eye sockets. After a long time, she raised the corners of her mouth feeling bored: "The human heart and the information that intelligence dealers can get But it's not far off."

Yes, even if she did more intelligence gathering and knew all about the past of Yokohama City and the Port Mafia, she would not be able to touch those dry histories and know all the thoughts of someone in front of her.

Although she has been in the mafia world for many years, especially as an ability user of Pure White Night, she is already very good at speculating on human behavior and emotions.But when did human behavior ever have unity?Even consciousness can be divided into different types, so why should she ask about a certain "language" that comes from Osamu Dazai's mouth, whose authenticity is not known.

"...In the final analysis, my consciousness is just a tool of confusion. And my operation is just an uncertain guessing estimate."

What she said infiltrated a lot of seriousness, but Osamu Dazai blinked and winked at her fearing that the world would not be chaotic.

"If Mishima-san wants my heart, I can give it to you."

"Really? But I don't need it." Mishima also smiled mischievously at him: "It feels like the lungs of smoking for ten years. Your heart should be pure black, right?"

"No, no, I think there should be a little red."

"No no."

Mishima denied it solemnly, but Osamu Dazai still bent his brows, leaned his back lazily on the bench again, and then slid down the back of the chair.

"Alright then, since Mrs. Mishima said no, then I can rest easy and sleep for a while."

As soon as he finished speaking, he even fell asleep in a short while.

And Mishima was stunned for a moment, then shook his head resentfully, and turned his head to look at the grand occasion of the summer temple fair, at the red lanterns gradually lit up by the vendors in the setting sun, and the red lanterns in the air. The scent of snacks permeates.

Listening to the ensemble of mini taiko drums and shamisen, it soon became apparent that the entire sky was darkening.

On the other side, Osamu Dazai was still sound asleep in a rather strange posture, his sleeping face was so unceremonious that Mishima had to believe that he should really be in a deep sleep.

I don't know what kind of dream he is having at this moment?

Mishima stared at Osamu Dazai with his chin propped up, and couldn't help thinking about the time when she invaded the Armed Detective Agency a long time ago, was discovered by Osamu Dazai and had to invade his conscious world.

At that time, she really didn't know whether it was because of that person's "disqualification in the world" or because he himself was so unfathomable. That night, she lost her way in Pure White Night for a long time before she found Dazai The entrance to rule the dream.

She is not surprised that she can find it, because everyone should also have a dream world. In other words, she tends to believe that the pure white night is a conscious world that absolutely exists-whether she exists or not.

And her supernatural ability is just to let her enter that world.

So as long as Osamu Dazai's consciousness is still there, she should be able to find that person's consciousness through the supernatural power - even if his supernatural power is disqualified from the world, it will not work in Pure White Night, just like Chuya entered before. After the pure white night, he couldn't control that world at all.

Then to get down to business, Yukae Mishima quite remembered the impression he gave her when he entered Osamu Dazai's dream world.

It was a rather strange dream, somewhat complex, contradictory, lonely, dark and self-destructive.

If she had to use words to describe it, it would probably be these.

This is not the first time she has entered this kind of dream, she has seen this type of complex dream when she was collecting intelligence in Italy, and the owner of the dream often looks quite glamorous on the surface, so every time she enters this kind of contrast Where there is a lot of emotion, she will be a little surprised.

And as Osamu Dazai doubted her again and again, and she entered his dreams to confirm again and again, she actually had a strange thought.

——That was the fact that she was a little comfortable in his world.

What is that?Does it mean that she feels the same way about that world?

What kind of person is she?

Mishima Yukao didn't know, after all, she had seen many people's dreams, but her "dreams" were always pure white and empty, and all the things in the world of pure white night were her consciousness Built while awake, she couldn't record her subconscious dreams and try to interpret dreams in magazines and books like ordinary high school girls.

Therefore, if Yukae Mishima wants to understand what kind of person he is, he must think about it constantly and repeatedly when he is awake, and think about what kind of person he is.

She is a person who cannot pry into her subconscious and dreams.

While deeply aware that the two may be essentially meaningless, she is still sentimental about knowing nothing about herself.

... And just when she was feeling sad, she actually found a sense of comfort and familiarity in the dream of the man beside her.

So his subconscious, will it be similar to her subconscious?

Yusae Mishima looked at Osamu Dazai carefully, she really wanted to know what kind of person she really was according to Osamu Dazai...but she was a little afraid to know.

And just when she was once again caught in a person's thinking, and felt that the answer was close to coming out, she suddenly heard a creaking sound coming from behind her.

Soon, there were the sounds of birds and beasts fleeing in a panic and the sound of dead wood being roughly trampled.

She was so vigilant that her hairs stood on end, and then she saw, above the festival that was rendered a bit dreamy by the orange lights of the temple fair, a firefly white moon gradually turned into a blood red color.

Her heart skipped a beat, another bloody figure that she hadn't thought of appeared behind her, and at the very moment, she stretched out her hand and blew away the sleeping Osamu Dazai, and then flipped over on the ground Roll away to avoid the slash of the woman with a terrible smile.

"Dazai get up quickly! The Gap Girl is here!"

Her voice was flustered, and the moonlit night was blood red.

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The author has something to say: the sentence Dazai said comes from his work hahaha

I didn't make it up myself

As for: my consciousness is just a tool of confusion.My operation is nothing more than an uncertain guesswork.

It is from the works of Yukio Mishima

So these words are the words of two literati (eh)

A few days ago, I was also watching Yukio Mishima's work "Goddess"

It suddenly mentioned Dazai Osamu's martyrdom

I thought about it and thought that Dazai is indeed a troublesome ghost (heh

And occasionally I would add dialogue from the book while Dazai was speaking

I'll let you all know if I remember (Wait!