Yokohama old father writes book daily

"Fyodor, if I commit suicide now, can you spare Dazai?"

A little earlier, the red-haired man received a call from Fyodor, who was on his way to Fort Skeleton.

The water-soaked trousers on his body are already half dry, and there is no abnormality on the outside, but it will be quite cool when running.Under stimulation, the body spontaneously heats up, the blood rushes through the blood vessels, and the mind becomes clearer than ever before.

The physical feeling affects the spirit. The first time the red-haired man answered the phone, he didn't care what Fyodor wanted to say. He first expressed his willingness to commit suicide in exchange for Dazai's survival.

At this time, Fyodor was still on the phone with Osamu Dazai.In order to take the time to call Oda Sakunosuke, Fyodor recorded a piece of cello music to seamlessly insert it, so as to deceive Osamu Dazai's hearing, and then replaced another signal to contact Oda Sakunosuke.

Osamu Dazai might not be unaware of it, but even if he did, he would be helpless.

It's like the red-haired man said shocking words on the phone. Even though Fyodor had expected it, he was still so surprised that he almost hung up.

"Xiaozhi." Fyodor didn't know the correct nickname at this time, "My purpose today is to make Osamu Dazai die. Even if you really succeed in committing suicide, the news will never be conveyed to Osamu Dazai, so you commit suicide It's useless. And... as I said, just call me Fei Jia, have you forgotten again?"

The red-haired man responded clearly: "It's not that I forgot, but I have no reason to call the enemy that way."

These words were too blunt and without embellishment, and made Fyodor choke. He took two deep breaths before he recovered: "It turns out that I have never been considered a friend in Xiaozhi's heart, but I sincerely regard you as a friend. You I've read the book too, and it's pretty good."

"Thank you." Because he didn't know what to answer, the red-haired man could only thank him politely.He had no idea how his flat tone had changed the expression of thanks.

——It really sounds like you're being sarcastic.

Especially followed by a very hostile sentence: "Since you don't want to let Dazai go, I can only find a way to find you and kill you."

The gray-blue eyes of the red-haired man were as determined as iron stone.

He doesn't want to kill, but it doesn't mean he doesn't dare to kill.

Although he had awakened a long time ago, had a deep understanding of the meaning of life, and also learned to respect every life, he decided not to kill anyone.However, years of being an assassin will always be an integral part of his life. He never feels that the past is too bad to look back on, and he will never be weak enough to deny his past.

If the only way to save Dazai is to kill someone, he won't hesitate too long.

As for the consequences of the murder that must be faced after that, whether the psychology will collapse again, whether it will be impossible to hold a pen and write again in the whole life, it will be a matter of later.

At present, the most important thing is Dazai.

For the sake of Dazai, he can temporarily suppress all negative emotions, swallow all the blood rushing up his throat, lock the pain and confusion firmly in his heart, and ignore his sad self.

Until Dazai is successfully rescued, he will willingly bear the backlash.

Of course, Fyodor could guess what the red-haired man was thinking, so he could only sigh: "Did you just make a decision? It really makes me sad. I really want you to kill me, but not for this reason So no, Xiaozhi, I said before that it was the only chance I gave you, now you can’t kill me anymore, as long as I die, the truth about [Book] and the world will be disclosed to the whole world as soon as possible.”

This is no way.

The red-haired man clenched his fingers, he was already close to the Fortress, and he decided to rush in as fast as he could.

"You can't get any closer, otherwise I will disclose the truth now." Fyodor stopped, "You have reached the most suitable viewing position, and then please stay there honestly and watch the Hong Kong black leader fall to death a grand show."

After speaking, Fyodor hung up the phone and turned to communicate with Osamu Dazai.

The red-haired man stopped in front of an open-air bench, unable to advance or retreat because of Fyodor's threat.He called Dazai again, but of course he couldn't get through.He couldn't get through and couldn't get discouraged, so he began to redial repeatedly.

There was an explosion next to the Fort of Skeletons. The red-haired man wanted to check the situation, but immediately restrained himself and sat on the bench.

He raised his head to look up at the Fort of Skeleton, and vaguely saw a figure at the highest point.

It's Dazai.

It was too high, and the distance was so far that he couldn't talk to Dazai, so he had to keep redialing over and over again.

Finally, after an unknown number of redials, he dialed.Apparently Fyodor deliberately gave them one last chance to talk.

"..."

For a while there was silence on both sides.

The red-haired man could only hear Dazai's shallow breathing, and he thought the other party could hear the same.

Maybe a few seconds later, the dull and calm voice of the red-haired man broke the silence first: "Dazai, the typhoon is very windy, come down quickly, let's go home and make hard tofu together."

Osamu Dazai couldn't help laughing, just like ordinary people who bought a lottery ticket and found out they won the jackpot.After the tense waiting is the best result, the heart is forced to be filled with bursting ecstasy.

He couldn't control the speed of his speech: "Okay! There are also curry and fried rice with eggs. By the way, I am a little bit craving canned crab meat now."

"I always keep some at home."

"That's great, wait for me, I'll come down now!" Osamu Dazai turned around without hesitation, and left the dangerous height that made him tremble all over.

Fyodor was not in the mood to hide that he was listening to the call, and he could interrupt the call at any time, so he couldn't wait to ask sharply, "You think I won't reveal the truth?"

"How come. But you think I've been stalling for time, what are you waiting for?" Osamu Dazai was so excited that he ran out of breath and couldn't help talking, "You've been staring at me and waiting for me to jump, so you haven't been distracted much. Have you seen Odasaku there?"

Fyodor's face changed, and he looked in the direction where Oda Sakunosuke was.He immediately gave the "box" an order to reveal the truth, but it was too late.

In fact, there was no amazing big scene on Oda Sakunosuke's side.Even for the current atmosphere, it is simply too peaceful.

The red-haired man with a dull face was sitting on the bench in a somewhat strenuous posture. An ordinary-looking book was spread out on his knees. He was arched, holding an ordinary-looking pen in one hand, and a mobile phone in the other. Light up the lighting, and write hard in the notebook.

What is this like?Just like a poor family who is facing a deadline, he will starve to death if he does not complete the work, and the time is so tight that there is no room for it, so he has to sit on the street and rush to draft.

It is such a life-like appearance that it is impossible to scare people.

However, Fyodor’s pupils constricted when he saw it: “Why did the [book] return to Odasaku? Why did Odasaku write on the [book], but the world was not covered?”

"The reason is simple. You don't understand anything about God!" Osamu Dazai smiled and shook his head.

"……Appreciate further details."

Osamu Dazai slowly put away his smiling face: "God doesn't care about perfection and harmony at all. He is a vicious bastard who pursues fun. No matter which world it is, it is full of chance and unfairness. People like you and me can count thousands of times." Calculate and try our best to plan, but in the face of missteps and accidents, we can only choose to accept it."

Dazai Osamu ran all the way to the ground, and after seeing Odasaku's vigorous writing, he couldn't help slowing down, and his speech became softer: "[Book] has the characteristic of being alive, and you will choose whose hands it will appear in. [ Garbled code] gave Oda the authority to write the [book], that pen can reverse the logic of the [book] and the world. So the miracle you and I are witnessing at this moment is to reshape a world of possibility into a new world of reality miracle."

Fyodor stood still: "You knew about it a long time ago, so you planned all this long ago?"

"No, I never expected what Odasaku was thinking, I only knew that he got a pen from [garbled code], but now I dare to confirm the specific purpose, only a little earlier than you know." Dazai Osamu He walked slowly towards Odasaku.

His expression gradually turned into a gentle look: "Before Odasaku called, I was not sure at all. I just believed him blindly. I knew he would save me and the world."

As for confirming the situation with a simple two-sentence phone call, it actually tested the tacit understanding between the couple.

Osamu Dazai knew that if Odasaku had no way to save him, he would not have said words to persuade him to come down during the call.And since Oda Saku asked him to go home as soon as he opened his mouth, it means that Oda Saku did it.

Fyodor was a little depressed: "So you're just betting that Odasaku can save the world."

"That's right, because if you don't gamble, you will definitely die, so it's better to gamble your hope of living." Osamu Dazai said lightly.

As a black-haired male with high IQ, how could Osamu Dazai be unaware and do nothing when Fyodor quietly took over the communication rights of Sakunosuke Oda?

Osamu Dazai has received his own memories from the real world, and he has long been on guard against Fyodor. Under this premise, it is impossible for the mouse to make trouble secretly.

Originally, after Fyodor was kicked out of Yokohama, he would never come back to ask for trouble.

It's a pity that Osamu Dazai also made a mistake. He didn't expect Fyodor to get the truth from another world, so he lost the initiative, fell into a passive position, and took advantage of the situation to put his life on the gambling table.

In addition, Osamu Dazai made a lot of arrangements against Fyodor on the premise that he could survive.

Now that the outcome has been decided, it is time to reap the fruits of victory.

Fyodor said seriously: "Osamu Dazai, I have another question, why did you choose to survive so actively? You have never been a determined person who wants to live, but this time you are uncharacteristically, and you don't want to die at all. What is it? changed you?"

"You discovered all of this? You're so perceptive." Osamu Dazai praised without sincerity, "I wanted to die this winter night, but Odasaku gave me a set of mouse-gray pinstriped linen A kimono is a kimono suitable for summer, so I'd better live until summer."

Fyodor blinked lazily, raised his hands meekly and turned away.The mouse could no longer run away, and many people surrounded him.

Nakajima Atsushi, Akutagawa Ryunosuke, Ozaki Koyo, Nakahara Chuya, Sakaguchi Ango, Miyazawa Kenji, Kunikida Doppo, Tanizaki Junichiro, Yosano Akiko, Butterfly Kanae, Purgatory Kyojuro...

The positions and contradictions of all parties seemed to disappear at the same time. Facing the annoying mouse, everyone temporarily put aside their prejudices and worked together.

Osamu Dazai didn't care about how the group of people distributed the rights of the mice in the end, he could only hold Odasaku in his eyes now.

The red-haired man finally stopped writing, slowly closed the [book], and let out a long breath.

The [book] and the pen began to turn white, and then quickly disintegrated into countless fragments, turning into fly ash and disappearing completely in a few seconds.

Except for the red-haired man, no one can know what is written in the [book].

From the moment he got the pen, the red-haired man has been thinking about what to write.It wasn't until he rushed to the fortress and saw Osamu Dazai's tiny figure at the top that he finally made a decision.

Although he wrote a lot of words, but the actual content is not much.

It is too absurd and too disturbing to rely on one person to save the world.No one should impose their will on the whole world.

To the red-haired man, holding a machine that grants any wish is like picking up a baby who lost its parents on the side of the road.

In the face of absolute power, the whole world will be as fragile as a child, and every word used to rewrite it should be cautious.

The red-haired man was forced to shoulder the responsibility of guiding the way forward for the whole world, as calm as he was, he also felt the pressure enough to suffocate.

Fortunately, this has been done.As for whether something went wrong, let time verify it.

The red-haired man stood up and looked at Osamu Dazai in front of him.He adjusted his breathing, first leaned over and kissed lightly, then raised his fist and knocked him to the ground.

He recalled a memory.

Osamu Dazai walked up to the attacker and forced the attacker to shoot with words.The bullet missed only a little.Osamu Dazai's ear was injured, but he didn't have any emotions like fear.

Facing Osamu Dazai who took his life for nothing, what did he think of at that time?

If I were in a different position, and the relationship with Dazai was not the same as it is now, it might not be surprising to throw a punch at this time.

Yes, the original intention of deciding to establish a closer relationship with Dazai was not to save Dazai, but to beat Dazai violently.

Finally recalled.