Yokohama old father writes book daily

—【Book】External Real World—

In early spring, a cemetery by the sea in Yokohama.

Atsushi Nakajima, who was asked by Kunikida to ask Osamu Dazai to return to the detective agency for a meeting, stepped into the straight path surrounded by tombstones step by step.

The air on this day was excellent, the sun was bright and soft, the sky was high and the clouds were light, and the breeze was blowing gently, which could dispel even the little darkness deep in the heart.

Atsushi Nakajima couldn't help sighing.So there is such a place in Yokohama?It feels peaceful and peaceful, but it also makes people want to shed tears.

He turned his head and recognized the target, Dazai Osamu, at a glance.

A black-haired man in a sand-colored windbreaker sat relaxed behind a tombstone. The cool shadows cast by the trees dyed the man into a faded dark color.

Seeing this scene, Atsushi Nakajima's eagerness to bring Osamu Dazai back to the detective agency faded away with the breeze blowing through his hair.

The tombstone that Osamu Dazai was leaning on was a lonely one, and the surrounding area was empty. Obviously, the deceased had no relatives buried here, but the location was excellent. Not only was there a giant tree to shade him, but he could also overlook the sea from a very beautiful angle.

After Nakajima Atsushi walked over, he folded his palms together, Su Rong closed his eyes and bowed to the tombstone, which was regarded as a polite greeting.

Osamu Dazai, who noticed Atsushi Nakajima's arrival, remained motionless, still maintaining that relaxed sitting posture, and asked, "Atsushi Nakajima, do you know whose tomb this is?"

"I don't know, but you are very important to Mr. Dazai, right?"

Osamu Dazai chuckled, "Why do you think so?"

"Because it was the first time I saw Mr. Dazai visiting the grave." Atsushi Nakajima replied honestly.

Osamu Dazai raised his head and rested his head on the tombstone. His eyes were aimlessly looking at the luxuriant branches and green leaves, shadows and lights above him. His tone of voice deliberately ran in an unscrupulous direction: "Does this look like grave sweeping?"

The subtext is probably to deny.

But—"Like." Atsushi Nakajima whispered.

Mr. Dazai is sweeping the grave. Although he does not show respect for the tombstone like ordinary people, Mr. Dazai has always been an extraordinary person, so it is completely understandable to sweep the grave in an unusual way.

Such a straightforward response made Osamu Dazai speechless for a moment, unable to refute, and his thoughts could not be avoided, and he jumped back to the day when Oda Zuku died.

Blood, promise, death.

In fact, Osamu Dazai recalls those past events now, and his heart no longer feels pain in grief.He is not a person who unfortunately suffers from a strange mental illness, so he will not be trapped in memories and cannot get out. The passage of time will naturally help him heal the pain in his heart.

Time is a thing that is sometimes cruel, but always kind.It scars the wound and heals the scar. It forces human beings to learn to let go and move forward.

For a few moments, Osamu Dazai stubbornly thought about resisting this kindness, wanting to suffer forever, dreaming about it every night to consolidate his memory, and finally drowning in the death of Oda Tsukuru.

But he is always smart and sober, knowing that this kind of self-abuse that can be easily done will not be approved by Oda, and he has to work hard to complete the agreed things.

So all the way to today, Dazai Osamu can already look at the death of Oda Saku very calmly.

He still misses Odasaku, but not often anymore.More and more important people gradually appeared in his life, and there were also things he was determined to protect.

Maybe justice, maybe kindness, maybe peace, who knows?

Anyway, he is faithfully obeying the agreement he made with Oda Tsukuru, and he is on the side of saving lives.

Every time he thinks about this, Osamu Dazai feels at ease in his heart.

So many times, he recalled Oda Saku to teach himself.Using Oda as a reference, he can see clearly the bottom line that he should stick to, and gain the strength to move forward in the adversity of life, unbiased and unwavering.

Only once in a while, when he sees the flying flowers, flowing water, snow and snow dancing in the world, he suddenly realizes that the world has lost such a good Oda work, will he suddenly feel a little bit lost and lonely.

"A meeting? No, pass." After listening to Atsushi Nakajima's explanation, Osamu Dazai stood up waving his hands, and staggered away from the cemetery. "I just thought of a new method of suicide, so I have to practice it quickly."

As for the hobby of suicide, probably no one would understand Osamu Dazai.

In the past, he always committed suicide because he really didn't want to live, or maybe he wanted to wait for someone to redeem him.

And now he is always committing suicide...does he want to maintain some kind of connection with Odasaku in this way?

After all, Oda Saku has gone to the side of death, and he still stays in the world of the living, wandering all day long.

So I can only use suicide to get a little closer to death. In every near-death experience, I imagine that I can get closer to Odasaku in this way, so as to express my nostalgia.

Regardless of this secretive thought, suicide is really an interesting activity, much more interesting than meetings, work, and so on.Even if there is no other reason, based on this alone, he must adhere to the tradition, make unremitting efforts, innovate, and cut himself by tricks.

Don't look at Osamu Dazai's casual look, in fact he walked super fast, easily leaving behind the tombstones of Atsushi Nakajima and Odasaku who were covered in black lines.

"Then, let's work hard to protect Yokohama today." He cheered himself up a little in his heart, with a lovely smile on his face.

Atsushi Nakajima, who failed in the task of calling people for a meeting, was dejected and finally returned to the detective agency alone.

Until Kunikida scolded Osamu Dazai at him, and then helplessly started the meeting, he was still recalling Mr. Dazai he saw in the cemetery.

Mr. Dazai at that time was really different from usual.It turns out that even a person who has always used frivolity to decorate himself will reveal a sad expression of remembering something in a special place.

The sadness was so real that Atsushi Nakajima could see clearly both in his heart and eyes, so even if Mr. Dazai tried his best to deny it and said "I lied to you." He was sure that the person buried under the tombstone must be for Mr. Dazai. Say very important people.Maybe it's someone you like.

Osamu Dazai wandered outside alone for a day, and he probably did something beneficial to Yokohama.

At five o'clock in the afternoon, he stretched his body and walked towards Lupin's bar.The bar happened to open at five o'clock every afternoon. If he walked faster, he might be able to catch up with the first wave of customers today.

That's what he originally planned.Therefore, when he walked through the crowds in the street, his steps were quick and light.

He missed Odasaku a lot today, and went to Lupin's bar for nostalgia, and also for a glass of wine to relax for a while.There is only one place in Yokohama that is the most memorable place. Just thinking about it makes me feel lighter.

As he thought about it in his mind, his handsome face showed indifference because of relaxation.When he turned his eyes casually, what he revealed revealed the coldness of his nature.

The bustling crowd stepped on the same street as him, but they seemed to be separated from two different worlds.His slender figure was submerged in the crowd, but he never touched even a piece of his clothes, walking without a trace.

He is like an intangible shadow, people may be able to spot him in a glimpse, but even if they stretch out their hands desperately, they will never be able to touch him.

It's hard to imagine him being slowed down by anyone.But suddenly, he stopped.

Someone passed him by, and then hurried into the distance.

Just for a moment, the people who were wandering outside the world were suddenly pulled back to the present world.He looked back, trying to capture the sudden sense of familiarity at that moment, trying to figure out the deja vu that made his heart suddenly tighten.

But in the field of vision he looks back, there are only passers-by who are mediocrely running about in their own lives, so boring.

People are like a tide, flowing endlessly, but such a scene seems to be missing someone's back, so that it looks empty.

Although he didn't know exactly what he missed, but he couldn't help showing the expression of a child who had been separated from others.It wasn't panic and fear, but a sense of bewilderment and confusion.

Dazai found a brown paper bag on the bar in front of him after he found the old seat in Lupin's bar and sat down in a daze.The bartender served him a cold beer and said to him, "Someone left this for you. You just left."

"So I'm not the first guest here today." Osamu Dazai complained secretly, reaching out to touch the surface of the kraft paper bag.

It seems to contain a stack of papers, could it be documents or something?

From the Supernatural Secret Service?No, it will never be, because it is unreasonable.

"What kind of person is he?"

The bartender recalled: "The male, wearing a hat and sunglasses and covering a mask, probably deliberately did not want to be seen by others, and his voice was deliberately low when talking to me."

Osamu Dazai tapped his finger on the glass: "Sounds like a bad guy."

The bartender shook his head: "Although I can't see his face, I think he is a good guy." There is always a kind of person in this world, even if they cover up their whole body, others can see the three "good guys" at a glance. Like the title with a golden light above the character's head in online games, it's hard to ignore.

Osamu Dazai pondered for a while, but he didn't say anything to refute, and he couldn't guess who this description was referring to.Fyodor, Shibusawa Tatsuhiko and other names went through in my mind, but none of them could be matched.

But since the other party sent all the things here, he really couldn't refuse, so he had to take the risk to open it and have a look.

He flicked his fingers on the glass twice uneasily, and when he was ready, he picked up the brown paper bag, opened it, and took out the documents in it.

It turned out that it was not a document, but a stack of handwritten manuscripts.

Almost the moment he saw the first line of words clearly, he subconsciously held his breath and lost the courage to continue reading.

It turned out that he overestimated himself, and he was not yet mentally prepared for this stack of manuscripts.

He knows what it is.This is the story that Oda Saku always wanted to write, but failed to write.The text on these neat pages should not have existed, because Oda Saku who could write it has long since passed away.

If it was a prank, it would be too much.

Osamu Dazai took some time to adjust his breathing, and asked the bartender, "Did that person leave anything?"

"No." The bartender thought for a while, "He just said it was a gift for you."

Only gifts and no words.

This is like a large blank space in an ink painting, which is really imaginative.

Osamu Dazai thought that for a long time, he would never have the courage to turn over that pile of hot paper.But for some reason, he stretched out his hand and opened it the next moment, as if the hand had a will of its own.The eyes also automatically moved to those words, as if the eyes had their own thoughts.

Without pausing, he read from the first word to the last in one breath.It was as if something was chasing him behind him.It's like a child who has received a gift and can't wait to enjoy the surprise for the first time.

By the time he finished reading, the large ice ball had melted away in his untouched wine glass.However, his body seemed to be poured with strong wine, his blood was boiling passionately, his whole body was hot, and there was warmth and sourness from the bottom of his heart.

He was stunned for a while, as if he didn't know what expression to put on.

But in the end, he smiled.

"Did you catch the person who jumped off the building... You are such a troublesome man, Odasaku."

-

The killer explained his reasons for not killing anymore.

One day, the killer met a lonely person and they became friends, but the barrier between them kept them at a polite distance.Then one day, the lonely man jumped from upstairs.The killer stretched out his hands and caught the man. From then on, they redeemed each other and got happiness.

This is just a fairy tale. If it happened in reality, the killer probably suffered comminuted fractures in both arms, or both of the people who jumped from the building died. Even if both parties survived by chance, they could only torture each other.

But this is not just a fairy tale, because this is the killer's answer.

Fairy tales can occasionally cross all boundaries and come to reality in a miraculous manner.

Sometimes, the connection between people is very weak, but it has extraordinary significance, just like the help of Oda Sakunosuke in this world to Dazai Osamu in the next world.They never talked to each other, never looked at each other, never touched.

Memory is a gift of fate, and fate is often an existence that needs to be subverted.Oda Sakunosuke considered a lot, and finally made the most gentle choice for such a weak fate.He believes that no matter which world it is, Osamu Dazai will go on a better path.

Give fairy tales, give blessings, give love.