[Comprehensive] History of the Fall of Man

When one realizes the horror of life, one naturally yearns for death.

I like being Osamu Dazai because I was born disgusting, hopeless, inhuman, and no one expects anything from me, so no one blames me.

"Hey, Dazai-kun, why are you wearing a bandage?"

Osamu Dazai touched the white bandage that was a little higher than the collar and was exposed, smiled, and said, "It's a status symbol."

Osamu Dazai had a dream, a dream of infinite falling.

He jumped down from a tall building, feeling weightless, dizzy, wind blowing, and his clothes fluttering.

Then he woke up in another bed, took the knife placed by the bedside and killed himself, cold, bleeding, and blood splashed to the ceiling.

Waking up again and walking on the bridge, he turned over and fell into the sea, suffocating, choking on water, breathing in vain, the sound of water flowing in his ears, and his lungs filling.

Osamu Dazai had this dream all night, but he couldn't wake up even if he wanted to, and it was useless to struggle.Falling infinitely into the abyss, unable to control the body, feeling short of breath, unable to move fingers.

One day when he woke up at dusk, sat up with his head propped up, and saw the sleeping pills scattered all over the floor, he realized that he hadn't had a good dream.

You should get used to it, and sighed, trying to squeeze out the stale air that had accumulated in the lungs for a long time.It is formed by layers of accumulation, and it cannot be exhaled no matter what.

How could anyone get used to nightmares?It's just a dream it doesn't come to my dreams, I've been having nightmares all the time.Always, no matter how many times I wake up, fall asleep or have nightmares.

When I wake up, it may be because I have slept for too long, or it may be because the sunset like egg yolk is too dazzling, and the sunset glow is like orange-red cream.Osamu Dazai sat there for a long time before regaining some strength, nausea, headache, and a suffocating feeling in his chest.

The psychedelic feeling made him unable to distinguish the situation. After walking out of the bedroom with his limp body, he wandered around the house again and again, not knowing what he was looking for or what he wanted to see.A few names vaguely emerged from the bottom of my heart... Ryota?Misaki? ... Zhengchen?Is no one home?go out?

Osamu Dazai went into the bathroom with such doubts and was about to wash his face to wake up, when he looked up and saw a strange face.

The fluffy and slightly curly black hair stuck to the cheeks after getting wet. Water drops fell from the overwhelmed eyebrows, rolled over the straight bridge of the nose and fell back into the pool with a tick.The person in the mirror is made up of jet black and pale, with no gleam in his eyes.

Osamu Dazai was about to say hello with a smile, and when he raised the corner of his mouth, the person facing him smiled back at him.In a daze, Osamu Dazai slowly stretched out his hand and touched the cold mirror.

"What... is it a mirror..." Dazai Osamu, who was muttering to himself, stared at the mirror and hesitated, then tentatively said, "Fushimi Saruhiko...? No, Fushimi needs to wear glasses." Negative, a person muttered something in his mouth, looking quite distressed.

Osamu Dazai moved closer to the mirror to observe himself, and lifted the hair on his forehead, so close that the fluff on his face could feel the coldness of the mirror.Brown eyes... Osamu Dazai gave up looking for memories on his face, and started to look at himself, shirt...bandage...huh?bandage?

Osamu Dazai tilted his head and tugged at the bandage wrapped around his neck, before undoing it uncertainly.Untied it round and round, and landed next to the sink. The white bandage was slowly removed to reveal the hidden face.

The portrait reflected by the clean mirror is very clear, and it happens that Osamu Dazai's eyesight is also very good, so he can see his true self clearly.

"...I am Dazai Osamu." Dazai Osamu sighed after being silent for a long time, his sense of identity returned and his memory revived.Osamu Dazai walked out of the bathroom, found a new clean bandage in a drawer in the living room, and covered everything again.

……

"Dazai-kun."

The pure black coat fell on his shoulders and was gathered, covering most of his figure.

The mid-length coat hung down to the calf, dangling empty, Dazai Osamu tugged at the collar, and looked at the mildly smiling man in puzzlement.

Mori Ogai returned to his original seat, "It's just the rules for joining Mafia at the port. Since Dazai-kun joined here because I was the guide, I will take on this task."

"Is Mr. Mori going to be the leader?" Osamu Dazai asked. He was standing in front of the desk with a distance between them. There was a thick stack of documents on the wooden desk.

Just flipping through the sorted-out information, Mori Ogai asked in a good-tempered manner when he heard the question: "Mr. Dazai seems to have always disapproved of me being the leader? Do you think I am not qualified?"

"No." Osamu Dazai said with a bandage covering one eye, gloomy, "I believe that Mr. Mori can be the leader of Mafia at the port."

"I believe it too." When Mori Ogai lowered his head, the new marks on Osamu Dazai's body flashed out of the corner of his eye, and he couldn't help but look at the person in front of him a few more times, "Did Dazai-kun fail to commit suicide again?"

"The attempt failed." Osamu Dazai stroked his throat, rubbing his fingertips on the bandage, "Because he couldn't sleep well, he accidentally swallowed too many sleeping pills."

Amused by the witty statement, Mori Ogai took out a pen from the pen holder and continued working, saying, "How do you feel?"

"Oops." Osamu Dazai concluded this experience, "It feels too bad to be awake but unable to move the whole body. I can't lift my eyelids, and I have been pulled by my body when I want to wake up. I have experienced the feeling of being a vegetable. "

"What happened to your face?" Mori Ogai glanced at Dazai Ogai's right eye, which was covered by bandages, and felt a little regretful that he couldn't see that eye. It was a beautiful sight.

"Sequelae, knocked." Hunhunyan slammed on the chair with a black eye, and only found out that he was injured when blood dripped on the ground.

Mori Ogai is busy with the new work that he needs to understand and handle, so he has nothing to say. He just told him, "If you want to have fun, take advantage of these few days, and then you will be busy." It probably means: If you want to commit suicide, take advantage of these few days Try more.

Osamu Dazai exited the leader's room wearing a long coat.This can be regarded as a new harvest in life.

Osamu Dazai, who was walking in the long corridor, was seriously thinking about the future.Suicide by swallowing sleeping pills is really terrible, and he still has to learn on the way of suicide.

What if I become disabled or become a vegetable.

Actively seeking death, but not wanting to live in more pain, Osamu Dazai is working hard to learn new knowledge.People live for a long time, and they will learn a little bit of any kind of strange knowledge.

Dazai Osamu, who walked into the bookstore, carefully selected the books neatly filled with ink on the bookcase.

This bookstore is ridiculously large, and it can be said that it also works part-time as a library. There are sections for literature, society, finance, etc. books.Those who don’t want to buy books can also borrow books, and there are seats for people to rest next to the rows of bookcases.

Having nothing to do, Osamu Dazai chose a book that was popular recently, and sat down to read it in an empty seat.During this period of time, there are only a few idle people in the store, except for Dazai Osamu, there is only the man behind him in the reading area.

It seems that it is not a simple person.Osamu Dazai was leaning halfway on the armrest of the chair, turning the pages in a few minutes, with a slight rattling sound, and the paper and paper were rubbed against each other.

The man sitting back to him was also reading in silence, the color of the hanging hair was like the blood that had been left for too long, and the dark red that had settled down was black.

The author has something to say:

介绍一下我自己：卡文小能手，熬夜冠军，凌晨六点写完这一章OTZ感谢在2020-02-2803:48:29~2020-03-0205:36:37期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 10 bottles of Lying Salted Fish and Magic Feather; 2 bottles of Xiaoxing;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!

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