[Comprehensive] History of the Fall of Man

When Osamu Dazai avoided Akutagawa Ryunosuke, it was never him who hid.It was the emotion and atmosphere that floated up in the air at the moment they met him, and calmly fell on his shoulders.

Can a person who lives like a fool actually become someone else's belief?It's really an unexpected joke.

Osamu Dazai quickly disappeared after expressing his position with a hearty laugh.He can't support anyone's belief, and he can't afford anyone's following. All emotions will turn into an invisible hand, pinching him and pushing him into hell.

If he wants to bond with people for a while, Osamu Dazai will pick up his sharpest weapon to destroy it as if he encountered a poisonous insect.Sensitive people will run away from Osamu Dazai, and Osamu Dazai will avoid people who are sincere.

It's not disgusting, but the sincerity and passion is too scary, because you don't know when someone who trusts you will show a suspicious expression, even if it is just a trace, it will collapse the world.

You feel that Osamu Dazai, who is like sludge, has integrated everything and will not bear the harm of the world.Actually no, he couldn't be more fragile, he was hurting all the time.

Dazai Osamu brought back a child a while ago, and then threw him in the organization.

Just bring in one person, and don't care what happens to him in the future.Osamu Dazai originally planned this way.It's just that everything in the world is not as he wants.

Nakahara also knew that when Osamu Dazai, who was the same age, eccentric and far away from the crowd, brought back a child, he ran to watch, or most of the people went to watch, it was just the difference between blatantly and secretly observing.

I thought there would be something special, but it turned out that there was nothing different from others except for the power.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke followed that young man here, a completely unfamiliar environment.Watching him put away the umbrella, shake it and put it aside, and look up at him.

The face that was blurred through the rain curtain was finally clear now, and under the pale light, this person looked cold.Osamu Dazai's looks are too in line with Japanese aesthetics, and he looks lonely and sad when he appreciates it.Just like admiring the blooming cherry blossoms on the branches, they fall one after another, representing the beauty that is passing away.

The unrepeatable beauty, the scenery that can only be appreciated once is fanatically sought after.

"Akutagawa...?" Osamu Dazai tried his best to search out the information about the child in front of him from the corner of his memory, a few glances and the occasional syllables he heard.

"Akutagawa Ryunosuke."

Osamu Dazai nodded, and sat down on the office chair. His long coat fell silently and lay wrinkled on the armrest.

Use names to establish a connection, as long as you exchange names, you can be regarded as an acquaintance, and you can start to know each other.

It's a pity that Akutagawa Ryunosuke didn't know his name from Osamu Dazai, he wanted to ask someone else.The only good thing is that he didn't know this young man through someone else's mouth, he was close enough.

After staying in the port of Mafia for a while, Ryunosuke Akutagawa found that Mr. Dazai's name would have an amazing effect on him.Endless temptations and peeps came to him.

At first, Akutagawa Ryunosuke didn't like being surrounded by people like a monkey. In the eyes of those people, he was like a new creature, which made him feel uncomfortable.But when I thought about it later, Mr. Dazai had brought these things, so I seemed to be able to accept them with pleasure.

Osamu Dazai, who regretted being picked up, ran to the bar to complain to Oda Sakunosuke, and then ran back under his comfort and tried to teach Akutagawa Ryunosuke.

"Akutagawa is a good boy." Osamu Dazai lay on the bar counter and stared at the transparent ice puck in the glass, with his chin resting on his arm, "You can learn anything quickly, he is very talented." His slightly curly hair followed His movements trembled.

"That's not very good, Dazai, you are old, and someone will take care of you." Ango Sakaguchi said that only those with talents in the mafia can live longer.

"Then there's no need," Osamu Dazai waved his hands weakly, "I'm tired of growing old."

"However, that kid praised me too much." Osamu Dazai complained, "It puts me under a lot of pressure."

"Hmm... It looks like he's a very persistent type." Yasugo Sakaguchi nodded, watching Dazai Osamu turn over and lean on the counter table with difficulty again, he couldn't help frowning, "What's wrong with you today?"

"The sequelae of taking too many sleeping pills." Osamu Dazai half-covered his eyes, stared at the patterns on the wooden tabletop for a few seconds, and then opened his eyes, feeling dizzy so that he couldn't concentrate, "It's so annoying."

"Dazai, haven't you been looking for a psychiatrist for a while?" Oda Sakunosuke, who listened to the conversation between the two, put down his wine glass, recalling what they talked about before, "How is it?"

"Liars, they are all liars." Osamu Dazai tugged at his hair in annoyance, "Blagging about yourself under a name that doesn't match the truth, but in the end, I couldn't even make me fall asleep. Thinking about it makes me sick to the point of vomiting."

As he spoke, he retched a few times, but after his stomach convulsed and twitched, he only felt a little wine rolling inside.

"Is it all right?" Oda Sakunosuke asked with a frown as he looked at Dazai Osamu's pale and slightly distorted face from the pain.

"It's okay, it will be fine tomorrow." Osamu Dazai said.

Oda Sakunosuke withdrew his hand that was gently patted on his back, "What you say in this state is not convincing."

"I still have work tomorrow." Dazai Osamu put his hands on his face, "I understand the feelings of community animals. No wonder the suicide rate of Japanese community members is so high."

"Your worries are completely different from those of the members, okay?" Ango Sakaguchi adjusted his glasses, "Why don't you try my job."

Osamu Dazai laughed mercilessly, "It's too much of a waste of your ability for me to replace your position. You should do the job for a day." He was tired of being an intelligence dealer in his previous life.

After all, these three people, one in charge of materials, one in charge of low-level jobs, and one in high-level jobs, are all very boring.Get together and take care of yourself who is no one to manage for the time being.

Pushing open the wooden door of the bar, there was a tinkling bell, and it was the same when it was closed.Leaving this bar in Ginza, everyone walked in three directions.

In addition to the warmth brought by alcohol, there is also a sense of dizziness.Osamu Dazai walked a little slowly, he didn't want to lose his composure too much, so he walked more slowly and steadily, and the things in front of him seemed to be clearer.

Osamu Dazai knew that he must be showing his ugly face now. Sleeping pills and alcohol were enough for him to see people as color blocks and lines.But he can still walk if he can't see clearly, relying on his non-stop pace.

"It's too hard." Dazai Osamu murmured, "Is walking so hard?"

"I want to take a break." Although Osamu Dazai said so, his feet were completely out of his control, he was weak but insisted on walking until he hit the uneven ground, wobbled and sat on the ground.

The ground was not smooth, and many fine sand and stones stayed in the gaps. After Dazai Osamu's hand pressed it, they scrambled to touch his palm, and the sharp corner also left marks on it.

Osamu Dazai, who was panting roughly, did not move, and just kept resting in a slumped posture.It wasn't too noisy in the ears, and there was even a breeze. A large area of ​​black on his body covered him, and it was not obvious where he could see, and was even basically ignored.

Osamu Dazai didn't know how long he had rested, the mixed calls in his ears and the different shades of light spots on his retina made him lose his ability to judge.

Until a voice as far away as the sky calls him,

"Dazai?"

The author has something to say:

This world is really too stuck, why?Because Dazai has nothing to do.

Joking with friends, Dazai is having a discussion in every chapter.

Symposium for Hong Kong and Black Men:

Moderator: Officer Dazai Osamu, intelligence agent Yasugo Sakaguchi, and Oda Sakunosuke

Content: Drinking and chatting after get off work every day, talk about Oda Saku’s dream today, tomorrow about Oda writer’s child, the day after tomorrow about Dazai Osamu’s new child, and complain about work.

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Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 5 bottles of bone seal;

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

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