How I was forced to be a boss

When I got home and took a relaxing hot bath, I leaned against the knife holder and unfolded the note

As soon as I opened it, the funny mouse head painted on it attracted me.

"Childish." I couldn't help complaining.

Then continue reading the text below.

That is an address.

I have learned not to speculate too much about Dostoevsky's operations.

Although I feel that if you want to see me, it is more efficient to either show up directly in front of me or send someone to talk.

I can understand that he always wants to express something to me cryptically, but the successive operations have exhausted my patience.

It turns out that no matter which world a writer is, his thoughts are more complicated and changeable than any girl in love.

There are also small words on the mouse's ears.

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"Waiting for me..."

Isn't that just right, I also want to have a good chat with him

Participating in the festival again after a year, I am not as flustered as before, and I can deal with it calmly.

It didn't require too much preparation. I didn't find out that Ms. Ozaki sent all the yukatas I tried last time until I came back, so I just randomly found one from the inside.

After confirming the room availability for the day with the proprietress of the hotel, I booked an entire Japanese-style villa in the mountains not far from the festival in advance.

And I asked Dazai Osamu to investigate the background of this family a little bit.

I was really scared.

It was still early in the festival, the sky was not completely dark, and the sun was just about to set.

"It's the so-called time of encountering demons."

I walked with Mr. Fukuzawa.

When he arrived, he was the only one waiting there. It was said that Mr. Ranpo wanted to buy something, and now he was lost, so he went to find him with Dr. Yosano and Ms. Haruno.

That's right, this is a big party with everyone.

"I heard that in ancient times, there would be a time when the devil was encountered and the gate of the underworld was opened. It was the only chance to connect this side with the other side." Mr. Fukuzawa is such a serious and serious person.

! "This shore and the other shore..."

This reminded me uncontrollably of a topic I had been avoiding.

Abe Seimei.

The magnificent onmyoji who lived thousands of years ago, my teacher of onmyoji, my friend, and my elder.

Even though I'm at a half-baked level, I don't even dare to say that I have learned Yin Yang art.

When I left, I said that I would be waiting for them in the future.

But Tamamo is a monster, Ichimokuren is a half-fallen god, Yamata no Orochi is a serious evil god, and we all have the chance to meet again.

Only Seimei Abe I'm not sure.

"Mr. Fukuzawa, do you miss anyone who passed away?" I asked him softly, the string of hydrangeas in my hair patted my ears softly as I walked, as if kissed by a gust of wind.

"Of course. Parents, friends, there are always people who suddenly disappear from life like this."

Mr. Fukuzawa said this with a little nostalgia, but he was very open-minded.

As expected of Fukuzawa Yukichi.

I smiled, "That's right."

"I heard that when a person really dies, it is not the moment when the person's life ends, but when no one in the world remembers him, and the traces of his existence are gradually disappearing. At that time, he truly Dead," turned his head, and looked at this serious man who looked like my teaching director jokingly, "Will Mr. Fukuzawa remember me?"

Such words always made Fukuzawa Yukichi feel a little uneasy. He reached out to rub the girl's hair, but seeing the girl's beautifully styled hair, he couldn't do it for a while, and finally just clenched his fist and coughed.

"You are still young, anyway, I should be the one to ask you this question."

I thought about it and thought it made sense. From a natural point of view, it was something Mr. Fukuzawa should be worried about, so I squinted my eyes and smiled, "I will remember Mr. Fukuzawa."

"Lingyang—"

In the distance, they changed their suits, and the Hong Kong and Hei people in bathrobes stood over there. Osamu Dazai waved and shouted at me.

I also raised my hand, waved it as gracefully as possible, and turned to look at Mr. Fukuzawa, "Ah, by the way, Mr. Fukuzawa, I heard that Miss Yosano and Mr. Mori seem to have some unpleasant pasts, this time...! ..."

Mr. Sen told me this on purpose.

I originally wanted to avoid Yosano-san and Mori-san, but in the end, Fukuzawa-san refused.But I'm still a little worried.

"It's okay, the child has come out, she is not such a weak person."

Osamu Dazai wore a blue and black yukata and fulfilled our promise last time.

"Super handsome!" Thumbs up.

As usual, I praised others, and I was praised by others.

The polite and unfamiliar Mr. Hirotsu Yanagi said hello, and I rushed forward to hug Ms. Ozaki warmly.

Miss Ozaki raised her sleeves and covered her lips with a happy smile.

I know that there is no woman who doesn't like to hear others praise her face, even Miss Ozaki who is really beautiful.

This time Osamu Dazai brought his disciples as well.

He looked very nervous, "You... hello, my name is Akutagawa Ryunosuke," he said, pulling the pretty girl beside him, "This is Yin, my sister."

The little girl was also very nervous.

But I'm more nervous.

The first time I heard Osamu Dazai call his subordinate Ryunosuke Akutagawa on the phone, I almost thought I was blind.

"Who?"

"Akutagawa Ryunosuke."

"What is Ryunosuke Akutagawa?"

"My subordinates."

That's it.

In fact, earlier, the first Japanese writer I came into contact with was Ryunosuke Akutagawa, because "Rashomon" is so famous.

In my heart, this is a great writer who deeply explores the evil of human nature. Especially after I started to understand supernatural powers, when I look at this young man again, I always feel that he is unfathomable.

"Pfft——" Dazai Osamu looked at the blushing and bewildered two people, and laughed, "Forget it, Lingyang, why are you like this? So, what are you thinking. "

I am also very desperate.

Who can understand me this!Engraved complicated mood.

Fortunately, his sister is a gentle and pleasant girl, when she greeted me softly, she finally rescued me from that subtle tension.

But this time, what I am most looking forward to is the child who has been held by Osamu Dazai—Hisaku Yumeno.

At that time, when I said that I was going to bring this child out, Mr. Mori was shocked.

At that time, Ango Sakaguchi, who was still reporting work, immediately raised his heart to his throat, thinking that this day would finally come.

I was taken aback by what the people on the other side of the phone said.

Going to a festival, what follow-up do you need to pack?

It wasn't until I heard the other person say that I thought I was going to deal with someone or an organization that I replied dumbfoundedly, "Mr. Sen, do you think I am such a person in your heart?"

Why is he silent?

Regarding my expectations for Yumeno Kusaku, the main reason is...

I bent down and looked at me with a terrified face, and the child who kept backing away tried to soften his expression as much as possible.

"Teacher Yumeno."

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…………

"Eh--???"

Everyone's eyes widened in shock, only Mori Ogai covered his face, unable to bear to look directly at him.

Yumeno Hisaku was stunned by my title, and his little face showed confusion.

I looked at him and said what I wanted to say the most, "I'm really sorry for scaring you last time," I said with deep pain, "but your supernatural ability is really outstanding."

The reason why I say this is actually because I am greedy for "Brain Hell"! !

Whether it is "No Place in the World" or "Rashomon", at any rate I have read them all, although I can't read them and I don't want them that much.But "Hell of the Brain" is different, I haven't seen it.It's like a carrot that fell in front of a donkey. You can see it, but you can't eat it, and you feel uncomfortable all over.

I know that this child will hurt himself by using his supernatural power, so I can only be greedy.But it doesn't affect my respect for him, it's just a book!It must be a big hand, and I always think that the master is the first.

Regarding Yumeno Kusaku, emotionally, I think such a young child should not do this kind of thing, nor should he be engaged in a job like the Mafia.

But reason tells me that in the world of people with special abilities, the rules of ordinary people do not apply. This is a problem that is difficult to solve by myself and may take many centuries to be explored. It involves society, philosophy, and national interests. There are also complex issues at multiple levels such as ethics and morality.

This problem will persist as long as this difference exists in the world and does not form a system.

For this child, the only thing I can do is probably to express more importance to him in front of people.

This is still inferred from the experience of Mr. Oda Saku.

After all, I have something to do with being in Hong Kong and Heilongjiang now.

I thought uncertainly.

Even in the brig, he had heard about Rambler Street.

I heard what this person once said to Mori Ogai.

"Children are hope."

So at the beginning, he had a little expectation for this person in his heart that no one knew.

"I'm a child too, will you come and save me?"

With this thought in mind, until those who had struggled in the gutter greeted a bright future, he sat in the confinement room and waited and waited, day after day, but he did not wait for this person.

From anticipation to disappointment to jealousy and resentment, he finally couldn't help but tried his best to sneak out when he heard that she was coming.

Then, he finally knew why so many people were so afraid of her.

They should indeed be afraid of her.

Thinking of this, Kusaku Yumeno, who was taken back to the confinement room and accepted the punishment, and the superhuman q from Hong Kong, his eyes dimmed, and he no longer begged for anyone's salvation.

Then, when he had given up everything and was no longer struggling, the light of the gods finally shone on him again.