Sato-kun is normal today

The morning sun shines in, and the birds chirping outside the window reminds us of the beginning of a new day.

Oda Sakunosuke raised his hands to cover his eyes, rubbing his sore and swollen temples by the way.After arriving in Okakaki Village, his sleep quality has improved significantly, but last night, for some reason, he felt half-dream and half-awake, as if he had a bizarre dream.

The specific content of the dream has been forgotten, leaving a lingering sense of urgency.

Maybe, I had a restless dream.

Oda Sakunosuke got up, thinking about what to make for breakfast, suddenly there were footsteps in the house, rushing from the next room to the door, and then the door was slammed.

"Mr. Oda! Come and see! Dazai is sick!" Sato Hiroshi shouted in panic.

Something strange flashed through Oda Sakunosuke's mind, but unfortunately he couldn't catch it. He strode to the door, opened the door and asked, "What's going on?"

Hiroshi Sato led him back to the room, and Osamu Dazai lay unconscious on the bed in the middle of the room.

"When I woke up in the morning, I saw Dazai collapsed with his back against the wall. I couldn't wake him up. When I touched his body, it was frighteningly cold..." Hiroshi Sato blamed himself, "It's all my fault! I was talking to you last night. fell asleep and failed to take care of her..."

Oda Sakunosuke leaned over to check Dazai Osamu's symptoms, and Kunikida Doppo, who was awakened by the noise, poked his head from the door, "Oda-senpai, what happened?"

Oda Sakunosuke's expression did not change, but his tone was a little heavy, "He has contracted a strange disease in the village and has developed anemia."

Sato Hiroshi was in a trance for a moment, "...how could it be?"

He came to the village a day earlier than Dazai, and he didn't get sick. Why did Dazai get sick...

Kunikida Doppo immediately became serious, "Then you have to accept the blood transfusion as soon as possible. If you delay, your life will be in danger." If the head of Mafia at the port had an accident in Okakaki Village, I can't imagine how serious the consequences would be.

Oda Sakunosuke agreed, and pulled Dazai Osamu's arm over his shoulder, with a little force, he carried the whole person on his back. "Going right now."

"Senior..." Kunikida Doppo was a little surprised, but saving people is the most important thing, now is not the time to get to the bottom of it, so he stepped forward to help senior.

Hiroshi Sato opened the door for them, when he saw Abbot Muroi standing outside the door, who was about to knock on the door.

"Several of you are..." Abbot Muroi showed an ignorant look.

Sato Hiroshi anxiously explained: "Dazai has contracted a strange disease, we need to take him for a blood transfusion."

Abbot Muroi glanced at the hurried gestures of the group of people, his doubts disappeared, and he took the initiative to say: "I will go with you, maybe I can help."

When we arrived at the medical center, there was a long line of people waiting for blood transfusion. Fortunately, Abbot Muroi had a lot of popularity in the village, so he won a chance for Osamu Dazai.

For this reason, Sato Hiroshi was still silently reflecting in his heart, judging people by their appearance is wrong, Abbot Muroi is only indifferent on the outside, but he is still very kind and enthusiastic in his heart.

Putting on the blood bag, Oda Sakunosuke carried Dazai Osamu back home, leaving Hiro Sato to take care of him. He and Kunikida Doppo continued to search for clues.

After the two left, Sato Hiroshi sat beside Dazai Osamu with his knees hugged, staring at Dazai Osamu's pale but still pretty face, staring at it, his vision gradually blurred.

"Dazai, don't die..."

Osamu Dazai felt that he was floating in the endless void, with no direction, no desire, and it was the end of his dreams—but, there was always a faint sobbing sound that bothered him.

"...Why are you crying?" Osamu Dazai moved his lips and made a sound that was better than nothing.

Hiroshi Sato quickly wiped away his tears and pulled himself together: "You're awake, Dazai, what's wrong? Would you like something to eat?"

Osamu Dazai slowed down before he had the strength to say, "...take out my cell phone."

"Oh good..." Hiro Sato nodded, stretched his hand halfway and then stopped, and persuaded earnestly: "Dazai, you can't play games when you are sick."

"..." Osamu Dazai said with difficulty: "It's not playing games, there are important things."

Hiroshi Sato reluctantly believed it, and helped him take out the phone, "Can you hold it by yourself?"

"...Yes." Osamu Dazai struggled to turn over and lay on his side, checking to see if there was any reply to the message he sent last night.

Sato Hiroshi saw that he was busy, so he went to the kitchen to fill a bowl of warm porridge, brought it to Dazai Osamu, scooped up a spoonful, put it on his lips to let it cool, and then handed it to Dazai Osamu's mouth.

Osamu Dazai was stunned, "...what is this for?"

"You need something to eat."

Answering the wrong question, Osamu Dazai was speechless for a while, "...You leave it alone, I will eat it myself."

"No! Dazai is sick and needs someone to take care of him, don't be brave, be obedient, ah—" Hiroshi Sato coaxed him to open his mouth.

Osamu Dazai was forced to open his mouth, and stuffed a spoonful of porridge with just the right temperature into his mouth.

"Dazai is awesome, let's have another spoonful, ah—" Sato Hiroshi praised him generously.

Dazai Osamu: "..."

After feeding a bowl of porridge, Hiro Sato took a wet towel and wiped Osamu Dazai's mouth before sitting down quietly.

Osamu Dazai brought up the previous question again: "Why did you cry just now?"

Hiroshi Sato put his chin on his knees and said angrily, "Crying in anger!"

"...What are you angry about?" Osamu Dazai was really curious.

"It's your bad luck to be Dazai!" Sato Hiroshi said angrily, "Originally, Dazai has only been in the village for a day, and he didn't do anything, and he didn't have any contact with the villagers. How could he be so unlucky that he got sick..."

With kite-colored pupils half-closed, Osamu Dazai said softly, "Maybe the world wants me to die sooner."

"Then this world is too bad! Dazai has done something wrong and must die!" Hiroshi Sato was indignant, "And Dazai, what's wrong with you? I always think it's a joke when you talk about drowning and hanging yourself, but just now I don't like to hear that sentence! The you on the day of the high school, and the you now, are different from usual."

"It's not the same as usual..." Dazai Osamu sighed, "Obviously I tried my best to get closer to that self, but it's fake, after all, it's fake. It's just that I have forgotten what I should be like... ..."

Seeing the expression on his pale face that was so calm that it was close to nothingness, Hiroshi Sato felt a pain in his heart, and blurted out: "Dazai, don't live so painfully."

As soon as these words came out, both of them froze for a moment.

"...so that's how Sato looked at me." Osamu Dazai looked away.

"No..." Hiroshi Sato wanted to explain, but he didn't know where to start. After thinking about it carefully, he felt that he was right, so he simply cupped Osamu Dazai's face with both hands, forcing him to look at him.

"Dazai, I have no other advantages, but at least I am an excellent emotional trash can. You can tell me any troubles and grievances. I will definitely keep it secret and forget it!"

Osamu Dazai looked into the other party's crystal-clear eyes, sincerity, friendliness, and concern, without a trace of haze.

It can be seen that he is a child of a happy family.

The plan has not yet reached the final stage, and Osamu Dazai never told anyone about the existence of the "book".

As for the person in front of him, Osamu Dazai could see that all his imagination had been obliterated by an overly peaceful life.Things beyond the common sense of ordinary people will be regarded by him as magic, fantasy, or even the sleep talk of the second illness, and even the existence of ghosts will be automatically beautified by him.

It doesn't matter if he knows about the "book", because he won't believe a word.

Before you die, it doesn't hurt to talk to such a person.

"If there is a book that records countless future possibilities, you can know the future in advance, choose or avoid it, Sato, if there is such a book, what future do you want to see the most?"

Hiroshi Sato replied without hesitation: "Next week's lottery jackpot numbers."

Osamu Dazai was dumbfounded, and after thinking about it, this was an unexpected and reasonable answer, one that most ordinary people would think of.

"If only I were as lucky as Sato..." Osamu Dazai continued, "It's a pity that all I see is a bad future, so I decided to create a world I want, so that he can live and write. world……"

When he said these words, Osamu Dazai's expression was a little aggrieved, but also a little relieved. The whole figure was like an illusory projection, as if it would disappear into the sunlight in the next second.

Hiroshi Sato listened carefully, "Are the other futures recorded in the book bad?"

Osamu Dazai shook his head, "Not necessarily, it's just the worst for me."

"Then is the current world what Dazai wants?" Sato Hiroshi asked with his head tilted.

Osamu Dazai looked at the vast sky outside the window, "Yes, although it is not a world where everyone is happy, but at least, at least..."

From Dazai's unfinished words, Sato Hiro felt a sense of loneliness and sadness that went deep into his bone marrow, so he asked, "Are those happy people including Dazai?"

Osamu Dazai stared at Hiroshi Sato, and said bluntly: "Maybe I don't need happiness."

Hiroshi Sato stared at Osamu Dazai for a long time, then suddenly opened his arms, "So, does Dazai need a hug?"

"...can you tell me how you came to this conclusion."

Hiro Sato ignored Dazai Osamu's face full of disgust and his attempt to escape, and hugged him like a wolf pounce on a sheep.

The refreshing smell of soap and human body temperature surrounded Osamu Dazai. The young leader who hadn't had physical contact with anyone for a long time didn't know how to react. Suddenly, his back was patted lightly, and warm palms brushed from top to bottom. However, Osamu Dazai has only seen similar actions in one situation--a mother comforting an aggrieved and crying child.

Hiroshi Sato said in his ear with a warm voice and soft breath: "Whether the book that can reveal the future really exists or not, Dazai's desire to save his friends and the world must be true. I am a boring person, imagine I don’t know what Dazai has paid in this process, so I’ve worked hard for you, Dazai.”

For a moment, Dazai Osamu's eyes opened slightly, and then slowly closed.

Just let him indulge for a moment.

This person has a strange magic power. He obviously doesn't know anything and doesn't believe in anything, but what he says hits the heart directly.

From an angle that Osamu Dazai could not see, Hiroshi Sato gritted his teeth to hold back the sour taste from the tip of his nose.

Sato Hiroshi didn't understand most of Dazai's words, but somehow understood his loneliness and exhaustion, wanted to help him, wanted to save him, because he was too pitiful to leave him alone.

……

At dusk, Oda Sakunosuke and Kunikida Doppo returned after a long delay, but still found nothing.

The ghost of the ball head that disappeared early in the morning also reappeared, but it only occupied a corner of the room, immersed in its own world.

Oda Sakunosuke sat on the edge of Dazai Osamu's bed, and said to Dazai Osamu who fell asleep again: "I'm sorry, I couldn't make any progress today."

A person who is asleep is of course unable to respond.

Unable to sort out the feelings in his heart, Oda Sakunosuke, who just felt empty, was silent for a while before returning to his room.

Time does not depend on human will, and night comes on time.

After everyone fell into a deep sleep, Osamu Dazai opened his eyes, and his eyes were clear. He sat up and asked the ghost in the corner: "Have the things been delivered?"

"Did you dare to order me, didn't you expect the result?"

Osamu Dazai withdrew his hand from Hiroshi Sato, and said to himself: "It seems that it has been delivered."

He got up and walked to the door, just when he put on the doorknob, the ghost said: "Do you want to continue?"

"The right to decide is in the hands of the other party, isn't it?"

Osamu Dazai opened the paper door, went to the next room, sat down and waited.

In the middle of the night, the window suddenly opened, and the ghoul in white from last night crawled in.

It saw Osamu Dazai sitting in the middle of the room, and shivered, "Why are you awake?"

Osamu Dazai didn't move, but the ghoul yelled at Abbot Muroi in fright, and the person who was yelled immediately appeared at the window, as if he had been prepared.

"You didn't sleep?" Abbot Muroi was a little puzzled.

"Thanks to your bag of blood." Osamu Dazai spread his hands and stretched his right hand forward, "Don't waste time, let's start."

Abbot Muroi nodded to the ghoul, and the ghoul eagerly bit Osamu Dazai's arm.

"You surprised me," Abbot Muroi praised, "You are strong enough to resist the hypnosis of the ghoul, and at the same time have a sacrificial and benevolent heart. Thank you for treating us with an equal attitude."

Osamu Dazai held back his dizziness, "I'm afraid you misunderstood, I have no intention of understanding your thinking and behavior."

Abbot Muroi couldn't help but said: "You are willing to provide food for the ghouls, don't you agree with the ghouls' right to live?"

"Their survival is none of my business."

"Really... It seems that you haven't been able to look at things outside of your human identity. When you transform into a ghoul, you will understand. Ghouls drink and donate blood to survive, and humans kill animals to survive. There is no difference between the two. Like you, who volunteered to protect Mr. Oda, like me, who chose to hide in order to save the ghouls, our decision is driven by goodwill."

Osamu Dazai twitched the corners of his lips in mockery.

The difference between human beings is greater than the difference between human beings and rats.

Abbot Muroi was very disappointed when he saw that he couldn't move him, and left with the ghoul who had a full meal.

Osamu Dazai fell on the cold floor, and after a long, long time, he regained some strength, struggled back to his bed and fell down.

The ghost in the corner said, "Is it that difficult to say, save me?"

Osamu Dazai couldn't even finish his sentence, but he still didn't show weakness, "... obsessed with... a word for help... so what about you... what's going on..."

The ghost was poked where it hurt, and stopped speaking.Regarding this point, he himself is not clear about it, and he always feels that taking the initiative to rescue him without hearing the call for help is like making a decision against his heart.

Sato Hiroshi felt the coolness of the person beside him in his dream, and surrounded him with his arms, trying to warm him with his body.

It's so warm... Osamu Dazai lost his last thought and sank into deep darkness.

In the dark night, no one noticed that the red dots flickered regularly in the sleeping assistant of Oda Sakuyuki.

In the early morning, Oda Sakunosuke sat on the bed, plugged the earphones into his ears, and turned on the recording from last night.