Ability name The Tale of Genji

In the data room of the port Mafia, there is a pile of meaningless old papers. Old materials are piled up here like ancient fossils. It seems that a lot of information and intelligence can be obtained, but in fact they are just old things.Later, Mori Ogai reformed the reference room and merged it with the accounting room. This ancient and redundant organ was finally removed from the port Mafia.

Osamu Dazai's impression of it was still based on a funny thing.After Mr. Mori came to power, the overall situation in Yokohama was relatively turbulent. A small force heard about the location of the Mafia reference room at the port from somewhere, and was overjoyed. They tried their best to break into the reference room, hoping to get useful information.

However, they have become a joke. There is no useful information in the data room, just some past cases, outdated records, and a bunch of old-age or exiled Mafia.When Osamu Dazai heard the report from his subordinates, he couldn't stand laughing. Even if he didn't see it with his own eyes, he could still imagine the stunned expressions of those people.

Now, he stands where the jokes of the past happened.

The heavy door of the reference room was closed tightly in the night, Dazai Osamu pretended to lament the impermanence of the world, and at the same time popped out a stone he just picked up.The stone hit the camera diagonally above, deflecting its angle slightly, and Osamu Dazai could come to the door calmly.The door lock was nothing at all, it could be opened within ten seconds, and he walked in.

"Pfft...cough cough cough!"

A large amount of smoke and dust rose up, and no one had been there for an unknown period of time, and even if there were guards, they would not come in often.The newly promoted cadre of Port Mafia was disgraced by the dust. He coughed, covered his mouth and nose with his sleeve, and walked in firmly.

As expected, Ango Sakaguchi was a man whose brain was full of golden information. He not only told him the location of the reference room, but also told him some information about the past.

[During that period, Yuan Xiwu was very low-key. He was probably the kind of kid who was born very smart. I don’t know why he joined the port of Mafia, but I only know one thing. 】

[If it wasn't because he was too young at the time, he probably wouldn't be conspicuous at all. 】

【Dazai-kun, do you understand what that means? 】

mean what?Of course Osamu Dazai knew.It means that Yuan Xiwu at that time had already demonstrated amazing layout ability, and his mind was very mature and stable, so he should have mastered illusion.He knew that he had fallen into it, so he began to try hard to get out.

The reference room is Yuan Xiwu's first move.

If a person has extremely strong insight and analysis ability, can grasp all the details, and make bold inferences on this basis, then it will not be impossible to restore the past.Osamu Dazai has such an ability, he can thoroughly penetrate every aspect of the target through even slight clues.

In terms of psychology and criminal psychology, maybe it can be called... profiling?

He went around the entire room. The work in the reference room was complicated and boring, and everyone had their own cubicle so that they would not interfere with each other while working.The cubicles were pushed open one by one, Osamu Dazai stood in the middle and thought for a while, then walked into one of them.

He guessed that this small compartment belonged to Yuan Xiwu. ,

He took out a few books from the bookshelf and sat quietly at the table for a while, the dust in the air seemed to be murmuring words from the past.Gradually, the "past" became clear before Dazai Osamu's eyes. He saw the former Genyu Kiri reaching for a volume of information from the bookshelf on tiptoe. Fog's cheeks slowly puffed up.

Osamu Dazai wanted to laugh a little, so he came to the bookshelf, raised his hand, and the book was taken down, and the "Yuanxi Fog" dissipated in the rising smoke.Osamu Dazai opened the file and found that there was a paragraph of text on one page that converted the three passwords into each other. He was a little surprised and interested, so he took some time to decipher it.

【If I have never seen the sun. 】【Note】

"..."

He turned around, "Yuanxi Wu" was writing at the desk, the nib of the pen was shaking slightly.Osamu Dazai is a well-deserved meddler, so of course he has to take a look.

It's handwriting imitation, wow, it's so lifelike, he didn't even know that Yuan Xiwu had this skill.

Go to work on time, finish the work in an hour, and then fish.In the small cubicle where the sun does not shine, the former phantom with black hair and purple pupils has mist in his eyes, but there is also light.Sometimes he would wear feathers, and the feathers fluttered, bringing a faint fragrance of clothes, like the wings of a bird that has just rolled in the flowers.

The people in the reference room were either getting old or exiled, all of them had weird tempers, Yuan Xiwu was sometimes made things difficult for her, and sometimes she was taught.These down-and-out low-level members even hold a small concert in this room where it is difficult to turn around. The white-haired elders play the accordion, some applaud, some whistle, and some sing "Katyusha" from their hometown , singing and crying like a child.

Osamu Dazai looked sideways at "Genxi Wu", those purple eyes were always watching all this brightly.

This is what Yuan Xiwu has been taught in the past.

And all this eventually disappeared.

Harsh sirens sounded throughout the city, and Osamu Dazai closed his eyes to listen, announcing the death knell of the 88th, the bloodiest day in the history of Mafia at the port.The flying materials were swallowed by the fire, and some people kept throwing papers into the fire. Although the work in the reference room was humble, they still had to do their duty and burn most of the useful things on the spot before evacuating.

The "Yuanxiwu" who was in charge of burning finished the work in hand, and the ashes fell on his face, leaving ash marks one after another.The arrival of this war caught him off guard, but it was also a rare opportunity. With the convenience of organizing post-war shuffling and distribution of pensions, he might be able to leave early...

However, just as the fate of impermanence always goes astray, Dazai Osamu has already walked out of this door, and as soon as he went out, he started to run.

Various buildings have been built on the ruins of old wars. Osamu Dazai stopped at the entrance of a 24-hour convenience store in the middle of the street.The sound of the automatic door opening woke up the drowsy shopkeeper, who subconsciously said "Welcome", but the strange customer didn't seem to enter the shop for shopping, but just looked around, as if looking for something.

Seriously, in such a gloomy night, suddenly there is such a strange person... Ah!He's looking at the ground!But there is nothing there!Is there anything unclean there...

Osamu Dazai's gaze was fixed, and in the previous welcome, the half-length man slowly crawled towards him.

[Uneasy little guy... hurry... hurry...]

Light-colored skin, tall nose bridge and thin lips are full of the characteristics of the Russian nation. It was he who sang "Katyusha" in a small concert.

Osamu Dazai gritted his teeth and squeezed out a sound from between his teeth.

"Tsk."

A few thunderclaps rolled across the sky.

The curse bird opened its pale eyes.

***

The sound of thunder awakened Yuan Xiwu, who had already fallen asleep, and remembered that there were still a few windows open. He sat up, pulled the haori beside him to wrap around his body, and went to close the windows.

Pushing aside the thriving branches of vines, Yuan Xiwu glanced out of the window, the rain was already so heavy that it couldn't stop pouring down, luckily he didn't have any tasks tonight.Rejoicing like this, Yuan Xiwu turned around and almost tripped over the vigorously growing butter lettuce under his feet. Fortunately, he was quick and steady, but the lettuce had already been uprooted by him.

Yuan Xiwu; "..."

Eat a salad before going to sleep, there is also discounted salad dressing at home.

Yuan Xiwu has not moved yet. He went to see the real estate gifted by Mr. Mori. The space is ridiculously large, and there are huge floor-to-ceiling windows that fit Mr. Mori's aesthetics, and he can always see the port.Yuan Xiwu does not have any strong desire for power, and the floor-to-ceiling windows only mean one thing in his eyes——

The vegetables he grows get more light.

After processing the lettuce and mixing it with the salad, Yuan Xiwu couldn't hold back and cut a little bit of the special smoked chicken breast.Sitting in the warm room, Yuan Xiwu was eating supper with peace of mind. The top of his head was covered with thriving vine leaves, the evening primrose gave off a delicate fragrance, the violets bloomed silently, and the numerous flowers and trees made his living room like a greenhouse.

Basically, Yuan Xiwu can live whatever he grows. After discovering this, he was ecstatic, and immediately bought tomato seeds from the supermarket, planted a batch of tomatoes at home and sold them to the supermarket.

supermarket:"……?"

Ghost customer!

Despite the sound of rain, Yuan Xiwu, who was eating supper, still heard the slight sound outside the door.He was a little surprised and a little wary, his residence should only be known to a few people in the port of Mafia, but even senior Chuya would not come easily.The work pressure in Mafia, a port, is inherently high, and the time after get off work generally belongs to me by default.

The golden fan appeared in his hand, Yuan Xiwu clasped the fan backhand and opened the door——

A figure that had been completely soaked by the rain slammed down on him.

"T-Mr. Dazai?!!"

Why did Mr. Dazai show up at his door in the middle of the night?And without knocking on the door, it seemed that he had been standing for a long time, and he couldn't support his physical strength before he fell down and made a sound...

The faint scent of clothes floated up again, and Osamu Dazai lowered his eyes, he just went to the last place.

- Infirmary at Port Mafia.

The doctor on duty was driven back by him, and he turned off all the lights by himself, and then lay on a bed with no window.He closed his eyes for a while, and when he opened his eyes, he saw "Mori Ogai" appearing in front of the hospital bed.

【A little bit... just a little bit...】

【Mr. Xiwu, your dormant nature...】

"Mori Ogai" leaned over and held the old hands.

[... I appreciate it very much. 】

【What?Do you have family and friends to notify?Yes, of course...but it's only 30 seconds, and Yugiri-kun can't speak the whole time. 】

[If the secret is revealed, Yugiri-kun's friends and family will be in danger, I'm thinking wholeheartedly for Yugiri-kun. 】

[You can have a period of time to prepare. 】

"..."

【why……】

【I have clearly already...】

At this moment, Dazai Osamu who was lying on the hospital bed seemed to overlap with the former Genyuki Kiri, his lips squirmed, and together with the crying voice, he spit out words in a wooden manner.

[I've obviously worked so hard! 】

"Mr. Dazai! Mr. Dazai! Please cheer up!"

"I'm offended, I'll give it a try... Ah, you have a high fever, I'll get you some medicine!"

Osamu Dazai didn't respond, just lowered his eyes, the rain on his body had completely wet the feathers.

He also wanted to ask why.

"...Why do you still want to live?"

Look.

Isn't this world sad to the point of absurdity?

At first, Yuan Xiwu thought that Mr. Dazai had a fever and was talking nonsense, but soon, he realized that Mr. Dazai was serious, and he never moved until he answered.

Something from the past came to mind, and he lowered his eyelashes.

Is the reason...

Osamu Dazai only heard him speak softly.

"If I had never seen the sun."

The author has something to say:

Note: From a short poem by the famous American poet Emily Dickinson, "I would have endured the darkness if I had never seen the sun."

The two sentences in this chapter [If I have never seen the sun] have different meanings. In the era of the reference room, if Yugiri had never seen the sun, he could be Mafia with the status quo and give up all struggles; If the sun passes, it is not uncommon to die from excess pain.