Woke up and I became Da Jae's bandage

I, Suzuki Che, a young man who loves the motherland and the people, studies hard and makes progress every day.

Died in a suicide 24 hours ago.

Oh, don't get me wrong, it's not that I'm going to kill myself.

There was an unlucky ghost who couldn't think about it for a while, and jumped off the roof of the 7th floor, just hitting me who was passing by.

He didn't die, I died :)

It would be okay if he died on the spot, but I was awake, watching the man yelling on the ground because of the broken arm, I couldn't do anything to scold him—probably his head was deformed, and the blood flowed a lot Suddenly, the pain paralyzed all the nerves in the whole body.

Footsteps, shouts, brakes, crying.

All these sounds surrounded me like bees swarming in a nest.

I'm a burst balloon, conscious air escaping from my body.

I carry a pack of egg tarts in my left hand. I like red bean flavored ones very much, and I buy a few on the way home every day.I have a lot of places I want to go, a lot of things I want to play.

I don't want to die yet.

But I couldn't stop the drowsiness coming from all directions.

The body is full of tubes, I think, I will probably fall asleep in the next second.

Consciousness completely subsided, and the last voice connected with this world came from the electrocardiogram monitor beside me.

"Di-"

*******

Eyelids are heavy.

The body is wet.

When I woke up, there were no electronic devices or hospital beds around, and everything was normal.

Maybe I was dreaming, a very real dream about death.

I looked at the ceiling, saw the steaming mist, and heard the sound of "squeaking" water.

Wait, is this normal?

I tried my best to move my position, but found that I couldn't control my body at all? !

At this moment, the sound of pulling the curtain came from beside me, and then I saw...

a man.

He was naked, and his dark hair was wet and dripping against his cheeks.A bath towel was wrapped around his waist, and there were marks of knife wounds on his body, perhaps because he had just taken a shower. He seemed to be in a bad state of mind, and his face was a little gloomy.

Don't ask me why I observe in such detail, I don't want to, but he is walking towards me!

He wiped his body briefly with a towel, stood in front of the mirror, and picked me up.

That's right, picked it up.

When I realized this, my heart was shocked and broken, because I saw myself in his hands in the mirror.

— a bandage.

……

What kind of human tragedy is this!

It's unlucky enough to be crushed to death when you go out, thinking you've finally been saved, only to find that you've turned into a bandage in someone else's hands? !

"Damn." I cursed.

His movements paused.

Then I was lifted up by him, shaken, and pushed again.

"Ai, ai, ai, do you have any quirks? Is it interesting to play with other people's bodies?" I thought I must be dreaming, so I yelled at him recklessly.

The next thing I saw he...smiled.

"Hey, who are you?" He continued to shake me.

stop shaking!Going to throw up!

"Who are you?" I asked back.

He glanced at me with incredible eyes, and then answered the question politely: "Osamu Dazai, as my bandage, you don't know me."

Ghosts are your bandages!

Wait... what did he say his name was?

Tai, Zai, Zhi?

The cadre of the Yokohama Port Mafia, the big devil who kills without blinking an eye?

Let go of me, I want to go home! ! ! !

The next second, I was soaked in the water by him, and my body became very uncomfortable. He smiled, but I felt a chill.

"It's your turn." He said, "Who are you? If you don't talk, I'll keep you in the water."

I said, I said it's not okay!

So I obediently spit out my name: "Suzuki Che, who is in Hokkaido, was in a near-death state before, and was crushed to death by someone. After waking up, he became like this."

Confess clearly and plainly.

Seemingly satisfied, he scooped me out of the water and wrung me out to dry on the towel rack nearby.

Then I saw the scars on his arm, neatly lined up, not like wounds from a fight.

I asked a lot: "Why do you have so many injuries on your arms?"

"You are so funny, you are still thinking about other people's problems when you lose your own life." He smiled, "Of course it was an attempted suicide."

Ah.suicide.

Don't let me hear these two words again in this life.

So I blurted out: "Kill your head!"

Dazai Osamu: "..."

I:"……"

It's over, I guess I'm dead :)