Canary of the gods

midnight.

There was silence in the camp, except for the rustling of leaves and insects when the wind blew by, occasionally mixed with a few snoring sounds from the tents.

The temperature in the mountains was very low, and the tents were tightly pulled up one by one. People sleeping inside wrapped their sleeping bags tightly, and some even buried half of their faces in them.

After a tiring day, everyone fell into a deep sleep. Even if the person next to them was snoring loudly, there was no intention of waking up midway.

At this time, a soft, intermittent zipper sound suddenly sounded.The zipper door of a certain tent was slowly pulled out a not-too-long gap. .

After a while, a head poked out quietly from the opening of the zippered door.

It turned out to be Lisong.

There was no sleepiness on his face. After poking his head out of the tent, he cautiously looked around the camp. It didn't look like he was going to go to the bathroom at night, but he seemed to be planning to do something bad.

After checking that there was no abnormality in the camp, Li Song retracted into the tent, closed the zipper door, and lay back on the camp bed.

Immediately afterwards, a strange thing happened.

In just two or three seconds, Li Song's chest stopped rising and falling, and his breathing and heart stopped, as if he had died.

At the same time, a translucent figure sat up inside Mr. Li Song's body!

After the man got up, he went straight through the tent without hindrance and walked outside.

Under the faint moonlight, it can be observed that this ghostly figure finally revealed his true face.

The man had half-length shawl hair, was not tall, and had a slender figure. Just looking at his back, he thought he was a girl.However, this person is a man, a man with ordinary features and no striking appearance.

Like a thief, he was vigilant about his surroundings while rushing to the tent where the two of the detective agency were staying.

The ghost-like incorporeal figure easily passed through the vegetation, rocks, etc. without making the slightest sound.After a while, he came to the tent where the two of the detective agency were.

He got in without hesitation.

The two of the detective agency were allocated a one-person tent with limited space, so the two sleeping bags were placed side by side, close together.

Osamu Dazai had an injury on his face, so he didn't sleep on his side, but lay on his back.The monk next to him was lying on his side, with his back facing him.

The tent without a light source was extremely dark, but the translucent figure was not affected by the light, and he quickly distinguished which of the two was his target.

He looked at a temple cultivator lying on his side, like a vicious dog that had finally loosened its chain after being hungry for a long time, its eyes were red, and it rushed towards it impatiently!

However, the moment he met a temple cultivator, with a "snap", he felt his wrist was grabbed by someone!

The moment the other party grabbed him, the picture in front of him melted like snow under the scorching sun, revealing its true face.

He was still amazed why he could be touched by someone in this state, and an unscrupulous voice sounded: "Oh, it's so late at night, I thought it would be that beautiful young lady who attacked me at night." Well, it turned out to be a man."

Taking a closer look, it turned out that Dazai Osamu was the one who was supposed to be sleeping in the position of a priest who turned over!And at this moment, the person who grabbed his wrist was also that guy.

Before the shawl-haired man could react, Osamu Dazai squeezed his arm neatly, pinning him to the ground.

The pain from the arms and jaw forced the shawl-haired man to regain his senses. His eyes were terrified, he kept struggling and twisting, trying to get rid of the shackles, but his resistance did not achieve any results.

Osamu Dazai used skillful strength and used his body weight to press him down, so the opponent couldn't even turn over.However, it was impossible for him to maintain the same posture all the time, so he said to a silent monk next to him, "Xiu, give me the rope."

A temple cultivator stretched out his hand and grabbed it out of thin air, and an ordinary-looking rope appeared in his hand.At the same time, he also took out a small night reading lamp, and the light instantly illuminated the small tent.

When the shawl-haired man heard Osamu Dazai say that he was going to be tied up with a rope, his eyeballs rolled around a few times, and unconsciously, the strength of his resistance gradually became weaker.

Osamu Dazai naturally noticed the change in him, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he said briskly, "Oh, are you thinking that 'ordinary rope' can't tie you up?"

The eyes of the man with shawl hair widened suddenly, and he turned his neck, but he could only see the corner of Dazai Osamu's clothes.

While tying him up with ropes, Osamu Dazai said leisurely: How can you take it for granted that we will use ordinary ropes? "

The shawl-haired man stared at his eyes angrily. His vicious look made one suspect that his eyes would pop out of his sockets in the next second.

When the rope came into contact with the man with shawl hair, the color faded half, and it became the same translucent state as him.Then, under Dazai Osamu's operation, the rope tied up the man with shaved hair who was gnashing his teeth.

"Okay, it's all right now." Osamu Dazai clapped his hands, subconsciously leaned back...and was held up by a finger.

"Ok?"

He turned his head and saw that a monk withdrew his hand expressionlessly, pointed to the tent where they were, and said with disgust, "If you squeeze in again, we might meet people in another tent."

Osamu Dazai held his chin and let out a "huh" and said, "It's true that the place is quite small. But the movement in and out of the tent is relatively large, otherwise..."

His eyes turned to the man with shawl and hair who fell on the ground.

The latter couldn't help but shiver when he saw it, and a bad feeling came to his mind.

Soon, his premonition came true.

Osamu Dazai kicked him unceremoniously and kicked him out of the tent.

The man with the shawl let out a scream, rolled his body around a few times, and passed through the tent without hindrance.Until at last only one head remained inside.

...it's kind of creepy to look at.

Osamu Dazai nodded in satisfaction, and said to Ji Yijiu: "Is this okay?"

A temple cultivator looked at the lonely head, and said without a word: "It looks a little weird."

Osamu Dazai: "Just make it up, and stuff him into the body of the cricket that crawled into our tent just now."

"What did you say--?!"

The man with the shawl hair suddenly screamed in fright, his voice was so sharp that it seemed to pierce a person's eardrum.

Ji Yiyi stretched out his hands to cover his ears, and gave Osamu Dazai a very dissatisfied look, as if to say, "Can you stop scaring him?"

Osamu Dazai spread his hands innocently, "I didn't scare him, I really intend to do it."

The shawl-haired man looked like he was about to faint.

Osamu Dazai turned his gaze to the terrified man with shawl hair, the corners of his mouth slowly turned up, but the smile didn't reach his eyes.

"Eh? Insects can jump and jump anyway, why do you still dislike them? Compared to those victims whose bodies were snatched away by you for no reason, and then died in this world... What can you be picky about?"

As he said that, Osamu Dazai took out a stack of photos from the shoulder bag next to him, and threw them straight in front of the man with shawl hair, some of which were scattered through his translucent head.

The man with the shawl hair swept his eyes away, and when he saw the content in the photo, he seemed to be greatly frightened, his body struggled and squirmed, and he desperately wanted to shrink back.

But before he could retreat far, he felt like his body was filled with lead, and it was so heavy that it was difficult to even move his little finger.

A temple cultivator with deep merit and fame yawned.

The face of the man who found himself unable to move was flushed with anxiety.

When Osamu Dazai saw it, he seemed very puzzled and said, "Huh? Why do you avoid seeing them now? Don't you still like to collect their names and post them at home like a stamp collection? ?”

"?!"

The man's shocked expression seemed to say "how do you know" for him.

"If you want people not to know, you have to do nothing. Since you have done such a thing, you must have the consciousness of being discovered and caught, right?"

Osamu Dazai looked away from him and looked at the photos on the ground.

Without exception, the photos are all good-looking young men. They should have busy but fulfilling jobs, few but caring friends, or wonderful or ordinary lives, but all of these were taken away by a shameless person up.

"Two years, 31 people, changing bodies is as fun as changing clothes, isn't it?"

The man didn't answer, but fell to the ground, his body trembling uncontrollably, and a rough gasp of "ho ho" came out of his throat.

Osamu Dazai didn't care about his reaction at all, and took out another document from his satchel.

"At the beginning, I was thinking, what does the date '0417' mean to you? Your own birthday? Or the birthday of your relatives, idols, or lovers? Anniversary?"

"The second is unlikely, because you love yourself more than others, so you don't choose dates related to others as important passwords."

"Compared to the first ordinary birthday, I am more inclined to special anniversaries. What kind of special anniversaries can make you care more than birthdays?"

Osamu Dazai's eyes were heavy, the corners of his mouth were half raised, and he said meaningfully: "Of course, it is your birthday to reborn, get rid of the past, and start a new life... Naturally, it is also your 'death day'."

"Am I right, Mr. Yamato?"

Osamu Dazai threw the document in his hand in front of the man.

It was a character profile, which recorded a man named "Katsuro Yamato".His ID photo was pasted in the upper left corner of the profile. The person in the photo was exactly the same as the man with shawl and hair who fell in front of the two detective agencies. Even the position of the mole on his face remained unchanged.

And at the end of that document, it was written in bold: "Status of character: dead; time of death: April 4, xxxx; cause of death: acute myocardial infarction."

Katsuro Yamato, who was originally emotional, suddenly calmed down after seeing the document.

His eyes fell on the document vainly, he was silent for a long time, and asked, "How did you find these?"

"It's very simple, just follow the clues." Osamu Dazai said lightly.

Among the 31 victims, only the first victim, Kenzaburo Kuroshima, was not registered as a death in the household registration system.In other words, this person is still alive in society, so his property is preserved, and the house that Katsuro Yamato freely enters and exits still bears the surname of "Kuroshima".

Dazai Osamu was very concerned about the only "survivor", so he asked the detective agency to check his interpersonal relationship.

Then the detective agency and others discovered during the investigation that Kenzaburo Kuroshima had a friend who was almost inseparable. They grew up in the same orphanage, studied in the same elementary school, middle school, and high school, and were admitted to the same city. university, and still work in the same city after graduation.

But a few years after graduation, his friend died of acute myocardial infarction on April 4.

And the name of this friend is Katsuro Yamato.