[Comprehensive] History of the Fall of Man

In the eyes of Osamu Dazai, who was trapped in the port of Mafia, Nakahara was a bit too dazzling.Soft-hearted, loyal, and able to tolerate twisted companions.

After all, a child, even the gentle Oda Sakunosuke would not do that.But all this is overturned at the point of discovering that he is not human.

"It's really annoying. Why does a strange creature live more like a human than most people." Osamu Dazai collapsed on the chair, raised the wine glass in his hand and shook it lightly.

"Dazai, are you jealous?" Hearing Dazai's words, Oda Sakunosuke asked after a pause.

"Yeah... I'm jealous." Osamu Dazai nodded in agreement, and the slightly long coat was piled up on the chair, all black.After being anesthetized by alcohol, the brain immediately reacted, "Huh? Why am I jealous, I just hate him. That guy will definitely be mastered by Mr. Sen, and then he will work for the organization for the rest of his life."

"That's not bad." Oda Sakunosuke said.Oda Sakunosuke thinks so, if it is mastered by one person, then that person will definitely hold what he has been pursuing all his life.Unrestrained talents are even more pathetic.

"That's really too bad." Osamu Dazai said. When he looked up at the ceiling and wanted to let his mind wander, he found that the ceiling was decorated in red, and various memories related to red surfaced. Mixed in front of the eyes.

"Tsk..." Osamu Dazai made an uncomfortably loud sound, the weak voice was caught by the ears, and Sakunosuke Oda next to him was obviously a little surprised, Osamu Dazai's behavior...was a little different from the past.

People always have multiple sides, facing different people and different things, they may show different sides.You may also see the bright smiles of the usually cruel teenagers, the anger of the ordinary cowardly people, and the shrinking of the arrogant people.

It stands to reason that there should be no doubts about a person, because he may just not show another side to you.

But how should I put it... Osamu Dazai's occasional performance has been out of this level, he is not bound by Osamu Dazai.To put it bluntly, it should be that Oda Sakunosuke occasionally feels that he is still talking to another person.

"Red is really not a good color." Osamu Dazai said suddenly, "Undefined and complicated."

"Really?" Oda Sakunosuke was stunned.

"Odasaku, you can't do this. Since your goal is to become a novelist, you should make more boring exclamations." Osamu Dazai said, "For example, red, dried blood, burning flames, and the boiling sunset."

Imitating the decadent and melancholy posture of a literati, he gently recited the sentences he made up.Osamu Dazai drank the rest of the wine in one gulp, "To become a literati, no matter how you write, you must first make a gesture of moaning without illness. Then when you are criticized, you refute it fiercely, expressing that the world does not understand writing. Such an attitude can also attract a group of fanatical readers."

"Well, but you don't need these, Odasaku, I believe you can write a best-selling novel."

"Lend your auspicious words."

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When the door was pushed open, a violent wind howled and lifted the hair on his forehead, and the windbreaker twisted and twisted in the air. Osamu Dazai pulled his coat and took a step forward.

This kind of life is boring, fighting and killing, gunshots can be heard in dreams, and the smell of rusty blood always lingers in the nose.It is not as good as the busy office workers in the metropolis who have nothing to do. Port Mafia has no fixed working hours and no holidays. It is boring.

Osamu Dazai occasionally thought about exploring outside, but in the few contacts he found, everyone was ordinary.It is really a completely different feeling to be born in the other world and to join the other world later.

Always tire of the familiar.

Osamu Dazai thought of Teijin Ryunomine, he still liked that shy and cowardly boy who struggled to break through the boundaries in his daily life and plunged headlong into the muddy water.

long hallway.

"Dazai! Why are you still here?"

On the way to the chief's office, he bumped into an annoying character head-on, wearing a hat and ponytail hair on his shoulders, looking at him in surprise.

"Where I'm going has nothing to do with you, right? It doesn't matter at all!" Shaking his fingers in an arrogant and unflattering posture, Osamu Dazai passed Chuya Chuya with ease, and continued on the way he wanted to go.

ha?Has this guy eaten meth?Talk so aggressively.Zhongyuan Zhong also murmured in his heart, pressing down on the brim of his hat.

If you want to ask, you have no identity, and if you want to question, you have no identity. In the end, they have nothing to do except that they don't like each other and know each other.

The sound of shoes hitting the ground echoed in the long corridor.

Nakahara Nakaya just looked back at Dazai Osamu's slightly thin back. The black coat was a bit too long, covering his figure, and he couldn't be seen as a boy at all.

In fact, the two should not get along so badly.But Nakahara was hated by Osamu Dazai in a strange way.

Even hair color is hated.Zhong Yuanzhong also twisted a strand of his hair with a strange expression, observed it carefully, and was relieved again, who cares what the fanatical suicide lovers are thinking.

Fanatical suicide enthusiasts are now attempting suicide.

"Dazai-kun, what are you doing?" Mori Ogai had to stop what he was doing and asked the boy sitting beside him.

After Osamu Dazai entered the office and sat obediently, he took out a mirror, and after a long silence, repeated a few messy and meaningless words to the mirror three times, then closed his eyes again and remained silent.

"Dazai-kun?" Mori Ogai didn't get a response for a long time, and turned his head to see the boy breathing lightly as if falling into a deep sleep, "Dazai?"

"What are you doing?"

Osamu Dazai still had his eyes closed, and his displeasure at being disturbed was reflected in his slightly furrowed brows, "I'm trying to commit suicide, Mr. Mori."

Mori Ogai, "Relying on self-hypnosis?"

"Alas..." Osamu Dazai still opened his eyes, exerted force on his toes, and turned the chair around to face Mori Ogai, "It's just a novel suggestion from a book, and I was deceived."

"What hint is Dazai-kun going to give?" Mori Ogai asked with interest.

"Stop breathing." Osamu Dazai said, and added: "Stop breathing forever, or tell yourself that you are dead."

Mori Ogai thought for a while, "Why don't you stop breathing?"

"Because I will wake up again." Osamu Dazai said.

"Dazai-kun, you will die within 10 minutes if you stop breathing." Mori Ogai said, "And Dazai-kun, your level of hypnosis is not up to the point where you can hypnotize yourself to commit suicide."

Osamu Dazai's eyes lit up, "Then it is reasonable to say that suicide hypnosis is achievable?"

"can."

"Is it okay to wake up again?"

"Dazai-kun," Mori Ogai smiled, "you won't wake up again."

"I'm resurrected." Osamu Dazai said rather rascally.

Mori Ogai reluctantly accepted the setting given by Osamu Dazai, "Even if your body is resurrected, the hints given to you will not wake you up."

Osamu Dazai was thoughtful.

"Did the resurrection of the former leader bring you such a big feeling?" Mori Ogai asked, looking away.

Osamu Dazai smiled, "The former leader is indeed resurrected."

"It's just that monsters wake up after death."

"It is only one death that is so precious. Birth and death define life. Death loses meaning and at the same time takes away the meaning of life."

The author has something to say:

Some of the settings and ideas in this article are nonsense, please don’t take it seriously, and face life positively.

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