king of yokohama

Hua Xinfeng thought he would go to hell.

Unexpectedly, he went to heaven.

Yes, heaven.

If she was not in heaven, how could she see her mother who had been dead for many years?

"mom!"

The girl in the soul state, Ruyan, threw herself into the arms of the black-haired woman, wrapping her arms tightly around her waist.

"Nobuko, what's wrong?"

Himiko Mori's beautiful red pupils were full of pity. She squatted down and hugged her long-lost daughter, patting her on the back like comforting a baby in the cradle, so gentle.

"Mori Ogai is a big bastard!" Yahua Nobuko put her arms around her neck, buried her head in the crest of her neck, her immature voice was crying.

"Brother, why did he provoke our Nobuko?" Sensing her daughter's small body trembling, Mori Himiko was surprisingly angry and sad.

How did her Xinzi get hurt like this?

"He beat me!"

How could Yahana Nobuko forget about the hurtful self-esteem, and immediately sued with confidence.

"You never hit me..."

"Or, mom, hit me up, I always feel that this place is not real."

Seeing the expectation and persistence in the girl's eyes, Mori Himiko was heartbroken, since Nobuko was her newborn daughter, how could she be willing to hit her, so she kissed her daughter's forehead.

The touch on the forehead was very real, Yahua Nobuko's eyes lit up, "It's real! It's not a dream!" This shows how many times she has dreamed of such reunions, and how many times she woke up in disappointment.

She pursed her lips, "Mom...I miss you so much..."

"Why did brother hit you?" Mori Himiko's eyes turned red, holding back the tears.

"It's because I didn't behave myself and he moved his hands. It's nothing, I don't remember it anymore." Seeing her mother's depression, Yahua Nobuko said something vaguely, pouted childishly, really like a child with a big forgetfulness Same.

Finding that her mother was not relieved, but her expression became more sentimental, she took the woman's slender and soft hand and shook it from side to side, then placed it on her neck.

"Mom, I'm in pain..." She yelled in pain coquettishly, leaning her fluffy little head on the woman's shoulder, rubbing it hard, like a cat that can't be weaned.

Himiko Mori felt sore, raised her hand to gently stroke her hair, with a difficult voice, raised her head and let the tears flow down, "...it doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt anymore..."

She really didn't know that entrusting her daughter to the only surviving elder brother before her death would make her daughter's life so hard.

Even when he smiled, those eyes seemed to be crying.

"I'm just acting like a baby. How can mom take it seriously? I'm so powerful, who can hurt me."

Seeing that her mother was really crying because of her injury, Nobuko Yaka stopped crying and comforted her clumsily.

"Mom, don't cry. This time, I will definitely protect my mother."

She opened her mouth, unable to speak, staring at the scars in her daughter's eyes, and found that Nobuko was blaming herself.

Blaming herself for her laxity and inaction when she was young, making her helpless when disaster strikes.

"Xinzi, listen."

In the end, with tears in her eyes, Mori Himiko put her hand on the girl's firm back and patted it gently, as if she was coaxing a baby who was exhausted during the day to sleep at night.

"None of that is your fault."

Hua Xinfeng trembled all over, buried his head in his mother's arms, and shed tears silently and holding back.

It really is paradise.

Dad is here.

Chun is also there.

Dazai is there too.

...Wait, why does Osamu Dazai go to heaven?

"Miss, we have proved the great proposition of death!"

In the world after death, the bandaged boy, who could not be found in the world after death, showed his delicate and cute little face with a bit of baby fat, and his smile was so bright that it was a mess.

"The end of death is life."

"Human beings are born to die."

Hanasinfeng, who has already graduated from the second year of middle school, looked at Osamu Dazai standing on the flower bed who seemed to be ill with an indescribable expression. When the smile on the other party's face was about to fade, he looked back, turned and left.

"Hey miss, don't go."

The brown-haired boy was stunned for a moment, jumped down from the flower bed, and hurriedly chased after him with short legs.

"Who are you? Do I know you?" Hua Xinfeng crossed his arms and looked at the boy walking beside him with disgust.

"I've been waiting here for a long time before the young lady came. It's too sad for the young lady to say that." Dazai Osamu, who pretended to be tender in front of the adult, was not inferior to the other party, pretending to be pitiful, and after a while Resurrected with full blood, he asked brightly, "How did the little lady come here?"

"It's the same as you. It's boring to live, and I committed suicide." Hua Xinfeng was a little surprised that this person didn't directly ask her how she died, and replied casually.

Osamu Dazai wiped away the crocodile tears that didn't exist on his face, "It's so pitiful, I was betrayed by someone I trusted again." It was still the familiar malicious formula.

Hua Xinfeng pretended not to hear the other party's sarcasm.

Osamu Dazai asked, "Miss, do you think your death is meaningful?"

Hua Xinfeng asked back, "I died alone, in exchange for a truce between Peng Gelie and the port mafia, isn't that meaningless?" After a pause, he continued, "When I die, the war will end. Innocent people don't have to die because of war anymore, they don't have to die because of me."

"Those people are innocent, so why not you, Trade Wind?"

"One person's innocence, and the innocence of 1 people, no matter how you look at it, it is more meaningful to exchange 1 people's survival with my death."

Osamu Dazai laughed, "No. In my opinion your life is as heavy as those of those people."

Hua Xinfeng stopped talking.

One human life was exchanged for the end of a nearly endless and unpredictable war. Calculated from the perspective of absolute rationality and coldness, this is the most cost-effective ending.

Anyway, it was just one life, many people had already died, and now it was nothing more than one more.

Others can die, why can't she, Hua Trade Wind?

"Miss, I want to know, a long time ago, before you were still soaked in a can in the laboratory and fell asleep before receiving human education, or when you just had a cognition of things..."

"What, to you, is the difference between a human being and an animal?"

Seeing that she didn't want to answer, Osamu Dazai asked another more philosophical question.

"Humans are more advanced animals." Hua Xinfeng pondered for a moment, "When I first accepted the knowledge that humans poured into my mind, the meaning of my existence was to be controlled by humans as a weapon, and no one taught me Courtesy, righteousness and shame, no one tells me what is right and what is wrong, people will die, animals will die, people can be killed, animals can also be killed..."

Her thoughts drifted away slowly, "Until the appearance of Chuya, this broke my inherent concept of human beings."

"Later, I found out that Zhong was not my kind. He had already evolved towards human beings, but he was unwilling to take me with him."

"I want to degenerate him to his original appearance, but I can't help but follow his rhythm." The silver-haired girl seemed a little distressed.

"You have gradually acquired humanity, but you are still different from ordinary people." Osamu Dazai looked at her thoughtfully, as if exploring a complex and changeable puzzle.

Hua Xinfeng grabbed a dandelion from the flower bed casually, and just turned sideways to face the boy beside him, and found that he calmly widened the distance between them.

"What are you hiding, I won't blow on you." Hua Xinfeng smiled, and the dandelion in his hand was swaying with the wind, forming a snow-white ball, "You still talk about me, look at yourself."

"Your incomparable power of observation can see through a person in a single meeting, and analyze where the other person has just been, what he ate, what he did, what he plans to do next, and what value can be used. Your innate keenness can almost grasp Seeing each other's mood changes, no one can hide anything from you, and no one is willing to get close to you and understand you. Maybe there was once, but he almost died because of you, and you alienated each other tacitly. What you showed Crazy and evil are also to be kept at a distance.”

"In your eyes, human beings are a walking skeleton. Although you hate it, you are still trying to tap the shining points of human nature, trying to find the meaning of existence, and maintaining your interest in human beings..."

"I'm really curious. Dazai." Hanasinfeng's sensitivity to human nature is not even half that of Dazai Osamu, but he can always understand each other to a certain extent. It has to be said that this is a very miraculous thing.

"How did you endure until then and choose to die?"

In the eyes of smart people like Osamu Dazai, ordinary people are like goldfish in a fishbowl and paramecia under a microscope. At best, they can have some entertainment value, but it is also limited.

Especially during the period of the Port Mafia, Osamu Dazai has been accommodating the people around him, enduring the shortcomings of others, trying to shield his own senses, and pretending to be completely ignorant of his companions' secrets.

But even those around who knew this well, felt that they were always accommodating Osamu Dazai.

They may know that Osamu Dazai is smart and sharp, but they don't know how smart and sharp he is at all.They only thought that they were getting along with Osamu Dazai as ordinary people, and they had been silently enduring Osamu Dazai's harshness, willfulness, and his so-called suicide hobby.

But Osamu Dazai endured more.

In human society, there is still a saying that everyone is right, and everyone is working hard to break through the barriers between classes, but if this barrier is upgraded to ordinary people and geniuses, it will be a natural moat.

It is simply impossible to cross.

Osamu Dazai knew too much and saw too thoroughly, which led him to have no interest in the future of the world at all. After he settled all the things he thought were important, he died gracefully.

Huatrafeng took a breath, puffed up his cheeks and blew away the dandelion, watching it go away with the breeze.

This scene of peace of mind after exposing each other's scars will not appear until after they die.

"What do you want to do so much now, this is heaven."

Osamu Dazai answered irrelevant questions, and suddenly childishly reached out and grabbed a fluffy dandelion seed, and let it fly away freely.

"I'm leaving, and if I don't go back, Ah Zhu will be worried." He said.

Hua Xinfeng blinked, "Who is Ah Zhu?"

"..." Osamu Dazai was silent for a while, and a real smile suddenly appeared on his lips, "My mother."