I'm putting on a vest

Should I go back and tidy up and give her the best lie, or open the door now and tell her all the truth.

He has to choose.

Osamu Dazai turned his head and looked at the darkness behind him. It was quiet, and the light could not penetrate it. It was the darkness that the Port Mafia had been continuing since its establishment.

He moved his fingertips, wanting to step into the darkness, but for some reason he didn't do so. Instead, he turned his gaze back, inserted the key into the keyhole and turned it around, and opened the door.

He stepped into the interrogation room.

He opened the door, which creaked.

This is not intentional. The walls of the port mafia interrogation room are well soundproofed, and the doors are also set up very thick, which ensures that no matter how loud the people inside are screaming, the people walking outside will not scream at all. Hearing it, you can still talk and laugh happily.

But whenever the people outside entered, the people inside would suddenly break away from the closed state full of screams and blood.

He could hear the voices from the corridor outside, people's laughter, people's indifference, the air with a lower bloody smell outside would flood in, and they would start to yearn for the outside.They are willing to say anything, just to be able to get back into the sun and the bad smelling air polluted by heavy industry outside,

Generally speaking, the highlight in the interrogation room is not the instruments of torture, but the few seconds that make people see the light in the pain.

Osamu Dazai didn't want to scare Shiina Mashiro, her mental state had already deteriorated to a certain limit, he didn't know why he opened the door now.

Sometimes seeing the truth is not a good thing.

Some people compare the truth to the dawn, saying that people pursue light.But this kind of people should know that when an earthquake strikes and rescues those who are about to die who have been buried under the ruins for three days without water and food, the first thing they do before they are exposed to the outside world is to cover their eyes with a cloth. Cover them so they don't go blind from retinal burns when they see the sun.

He opened the door, and the door creaked, but it didn't disturb Shiina Mashiro inside, and she didn't look back.

Osamu Dazai originally thought that she would curl up on the bed with her arms around her knees and fall into a state of delirium. Not to mention the interrogation room, she would often fall into this state at night even in the previous bedroom.

In the past, she and him said good night, drank a glass of milk, and then lay on the bed, let Osamu Dazai wipe off the milk stains around her lips with a tissue, and closed her eyes.

Her breathing tends to be gentle, she sleeps very soundly, and he gradually falls asleep, but sleeps lightly - Mafia people can't have complete sleep, lest anyone enter your room at any time, walk away Go to your bed, take out the pistol from under your pillow, put the pillow on your head, and kill you with a single shot.

So he woke up when she cried for the first time, but still turned his back to her, quietly watching the moonlight falling on the floor through the window.

Shiina Mashiro was next to him. She was lying on her back with tears sliding down her cheeks and under the pillow. Since she was going to sleep tonight and the pillow was completely wet, her hair was also wet, so she started Half sit up.

First leaning against the edge of the bed, then fully sitting up, curled up and crying.

Her voice was crying, her breathing was short, her shoulders were shaking like a bird with a fever, but her eyes were always red like the dove's blood, staring at her eyes wrapped in the quilt. leg.

These legs can take her anywhere, but she can't go home.

After crying tired, Shiina Mashiro will slip into the quilt again and continue to fall asleep.

When she woke up the next morning, her eyes were always red and swollen. She whispered good morning to him, went into the bathroom to clean herself, looked in the mirror, and looked at her red and swollen eyes. She didn't know what she did last night. something.

Osamu Dazai passed the bathroom from the living room, looked at her in the mirror, walked to the table and poured her a glass of milk.

This is how each day begins with her and him.

He opened the door, and he made a sound, but Shiina Mashiro did not look like the rescued person in the movie. He first backed away in horror, then raised his head full of expectations, and finally let out a scream and rushed up to hold on to the iron bars. Look at him with expectant eyes looking at straws, and when he opens the door, he will offer a passionate kiss at the end of the movie.

Shiina Mashiro turned his back to him, facing the wall, writing profane words in blood.

When Osamu Dazai saw those words, he didn't understand the meaning, but the moment he saw them, he thought of the ancient book that Shiina Mashiro kept at home.

Even if he has the ability to nullify the ability to transform, he doesn't want to touch that ancient book at all.He believed that before the emergence of supernatural powers, there were some mysterious things circulating. For example, in ancient times, priests chanted incantations in front of the altar. The language had its own magical power, and it was even older than human beings themselves.It will definitely be bad luck if you encounter it casually.

What's more, he always felt that the outer human skin cover was extremely blasphemous, but it was just a cover, a protective shell, which isolated the power inside, not to prevent the knowledge inside from being infringed, but to prevent them from infringing on others.

Shiina Mashiro had flipped through that book several times. Dazai Osamu never glanced at her place when she was flipping through it. She just looked at that blankly in a daze. Keep it in your mind as a picture.

She relies on a computer for addition and subtraction of more than two digits, but if Shiina Mashiro is asked to memorize a picture, she can do it better than any modern computer-can you believe that there is a person who can only see the one in the Louvre With just one look at the Mona Lisa, you can close your eyes and hold a paintbrush in front of the drawing board for three months, without even looking at the drawing board once, can you perfectly reproduce the exact same fake?

No, it's not exactly the same, it looks more like the Mona Lisa than any photo of the Mona Lisa online.

The two share an absolutely similar passion, which only the original author can pour out in his own work.

Shiina Mashiro is not imitating, what she pursues is not [-]% exactly the same as if you take a photo with a camera, what she pursues is 'what would I think if I were a painter. Some of the details are different, as if Da Vinci was standing in his studio, the angle of the light on the floor at that moment was like this, and Shiina Mashiro was in her room at the moment, what she saw Light is another matter.

The humidity in the air, her mood today, and the people coming and going on the street downstairs that she heard in her ears, all these determine the way she writes.

Many places are different, but after she finishes painting, you believe that even Da Vinci can only be like this when he is alive.

"...You actually poured enthusiasm into it?" Osamu Dazai couldn't believe it at the time, Shiina Mashiro turned to look at him.

"…Um."

The inorganic pigeon blood-like red in her eyes gradually faded away, and as she blinked, a small amount of tears leaked out, making the irises slightly moist, and she looked completely like a human being.

When Shiina Mashiro was painting, she was in a completely different state from her usual state. If one is a machine that exists only to record inner emotions, the other is the girl who actually exists in this world and talks to him.

She said, "Every painting is my child."

And now, Shiina Mashiro turned her back to him, using her own blood and flesh, like every mother does, to paint her child on this wall.

She didn't notice his presence.

Osamu Dazai turned his head and saw the vase at the door of the interrogation room.

The vase was empty, and there was a green plant in it, but he didn't know if he had sucked in too much blood-smelling air, and he heard that Sister Hongye's subordinates sometimes dug out people's livers and put them directly in the flower pot. Throw it in the pot, and this behavior is called fertilization. In short, the plants begin to become sluggish.

Every kind of flower, no matter how vigorous it claims to be, cannot live for more than three days here.

Later, everyone simply left the vase empty here. The vase is light blue, made of Chinese blue and white porcelain, polished smooth, and does not match the background of the basement.

Osamu Dazai picked up the vase and lifted it high, his body shook slightly when he lifted it high, and then let go.

"Crash."

The vase was shattered, and one of the fragments fell into the cage, and hit the wall against the white skirt, leaving marks on it, and the blood-stained picture on the wall changed a few millimeters.

"..."

She finally turned to look at him.

The gaze intertwined, and her eyes were gradually filled with human emotion.

"...Ozu?"

Shiina Mashiro's fingertips were hanging a few centimeters in front of the wall, and the blood dripped from the fingertips, and the painting was only a full stop away from completion.

Why are you here? It's dangerous. Run away, are you my dream?Have I finally gone mad?What the hell was I doing just now Why can't I feel my own existence, but you are here as an anchor, anchoring me in reality?

The thoughts were jumbled together in a jumble, like the cacophony you hear when you turn on an old-fashioned radio.

But in the end, her FM finally reached a fixed channel, Shiina Mashiro's heart was beating violently, the hollow in her arm was almost burning, and all thoughts came out of her mouth in almost screams.

"Get out of there," she said, "The Hound—"

The rest of the sound was swallowed up by the roar of the monster protruding from the corner of the interrogation room. The monster, mixed with the blue flames that had enveloped its body when it was born, let out a low growl, and rushed towards Osamu Dazai at a speed that humans could never resist. go!