Miss Tsushima

Where is the end of death, and what is the meaning of living?

Can a dead person die again?

Although her heart has stopped beating and breathing is optional, she can still think and have an impact on the world. So, is she dead or alive?

This is her, Tsushima Hiiragi, a monster who is no longer a human, but still uses human thinking, a proposition that she thinks about every day.

——&——

Like a thin ice surface cracked into tiny cracks, it slowly seeped out of the bone-chilling inside.

Her eyes did not look like a living person.

It's not the first time Zhongyuan Zhong saw this woman. In the winter when the cold wind was blowing, he was sitting on a high river dam, condescendingly patrolling Leibo Street. The leader has just passed away due to illness, and a doctor named Mori Ogai was ordered to take over. The land of Yokohama still has traces of the previous generation's brutality. No one knows what kind of person the new leader of Mafia, the port, is. Yokohama is in chaos. Garbage and blood coexist on the dirty streets.

Leibo Street is a slum created by the explosion. With the explosion as the center, there is a cobweb-like depression, dilapidated buildings, crowded containers, and a clear separation from the outside world. isolation.

Sitting on a high place in the Central Plains, she also looked at the woman's dark head from a distance. She was wearing an off-white coat with a black knitted sweater inside, wedge leather shoes, and was carrying a bag.

The knife-like cold wind was mixed with snowflakes, and the air seemed to be white and distorted because of the cold. The snow-covered road was muddy and dirty from being crushed by car tires, reflecting the colorful neon lights, which looked bizarre.

Her face was far whiter than snowflakes, as white as a ceramic doll, and her long black hair swayed around her waist. She looked down at her watch with a concentrated expression, and crossed the road unconsciously to Leibo Street.

It seems that I didn't notice it at all, and walked into a world with a different atmosphere.

For Nakahara Chuya, this woman is even considered familiar. When Nakahara Chuya knew her name was Tsushima Hiiragi, she looked 23 or [-] years old, and she was probably a writer of novels or essays.

Moreover, she probably has a certain status in the literary world, and she is a carefree young woman who is rich and lives a carefree life.

Zhongya Nakahara saw Tsushima Hiiragi stepped out of Leibo Street, sighed helplessly, jumped down from a high place, and fell in front of her with gravity.

"Why are you here again?" He asked coldly.

The wind brought by the high-speed fall blew back Tsushima Hiiragi's waist-length black hair, and she fixed her eyes on the little boy who suddenly appeared in front of her eyes.

Even in the cold winter, his black leather jacket was opened to reveal a red T-shirt, and on his head with a hood that could not see his face clearly, a few disobedient curls shook like burning flames.

Tsushima Hiiragi didn't say a word, a smile appeared on his pale face.

——&——

Tsushima Hiiragi's name wasn't originally Tsushima Hiiragi, she was more used to being called Tsushima-sensei, or that name that everyone knows, Dazai-sensei, or something like Michiko, calling her Shuji.

Anyway, both Dazai and Shuji Tsushima are more familiar than her current name.

However, she is no longer Shuji Tsushima, Master Shuji, or Osamu Dazai.

During the hundreds of years of death, there was nothing but chaos, only darkness and silence, and when she woke up from the cold lake of death, she was already on the Heroic Seat, and she became what she is now, a young woman with long black hair.

She knew that she used to be Osamu Dazai, whether it was Michiko or Fu Rong's face, it was as clear as yesterday, but she was no longer, she remembered those past events, but it was like a layer of fog , she knew it was her, but she fundamentally distorted herself.

She became a heroic spirit because of the legends and ridiculous stories of the world.

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{innocent monster}

"Why can someone like me be able to ascend to the Throne of Heroes?" This is not the self-promotion of a successful person who pretends to be modest. Humanity.

people like me...

"Why can I ascend to the Seat of Heroes?" This question was entwined in her heart, and she traveled all over the world to find the answer. She once asked the omnipotent king in Mesopotamia.

The golden king snorted, as if she had asked the world's dumbest question.

"What exactly is an existence like me? I'm just a product of delusion based on Osamu Dazai's personality. Who am I?" Ms. Tsushima thought repeatedly, holding the hand of the heroic spirit with the magnificent beauty of Mona Lisa, and murmured Muttering to himself: "Who am I?"

The girl named Mona Lisa Da Vinci just held her hand instead without saying a word.

This question haunts her, why the dead wake up, why the world has no end, she is stuck between reality and fantasy, obsessed with one question.

She floats like a ghost.

"You are you, Miss Tsushima is Miss Tsushima." The girl named Fujimaru Tachika held her back and told her word by word.

Her golden eyes pierced her straight, firm and clear, Lixiang's thinking was as simple as a child's, but it was this simplicity that answered the questions that had puzzled her for many years.

"Osamu Dazai is Osamu Dazai. The moment Miss Tsushima woke up, she was no longer Osamu Dazai."

"you are you."

I am who I am?

Hallucinations, impermanence, depravity, splitting, pierced her heart like a sharp sword, and hit the pain in her heart. She trembled and seemed to find her own shadow. The empty heart finally regained the feeling of being alive because of the pain. .

Extending from the heart to the brain, the burning heat in the eye sockets, the vision gradually blurred, Fujimaru Tateka's gently shaking orange hair was like the fire stolen by Prometheus, finally pulling her back to the empty exile Reality.

That fluttering red, burning fire, together with the name Fujimaru Tachika, were deeply engraved on her retina and heart.

She gave herself a new name, named 'Hiragi', which sounds the same as Shuji, and started a long wandering.

This child's orange hair, like Lixiang, seemed to be a fire that could scald her.

"I'm not orange! It's ocher!" Nakahara Nakahara dissatisfiedly removed the hand that Tsushima Hiiragi had touched on the top of his head, and took a big bite of the strawberry Daifuku that Tsushima Hiiragi brought, "Don't touch it! Immediately, he whispered: "I heard people say that touching the top of the head will affect the height!"

His voice was very low, Tsushima Hiiragi didn't hear what he said clearly, Nakahara Chuya's ears turned red, as if trying to cover up what he just blurted out, he changed the topic loudly: "Speaking of it, Miss Tsushima, you don't know anything. It’s pretty good, but it’s cloudy and hot every day, I don’t understand.”

They sat side by side on a very high river dam, Zhong Yuan put his hands behind his back, raised his head, and gently swayed his legs.Enjoy the cool breeze from the heights without restraint.

At a glance, you can see the purity of the head, its unadorned power, and the ability to match it.

Tsushima Hiiragi looked at his profile, and he stared at the swimming clouds with a relaxed expression.

"This is for you." Tsushima Hiiragi put the handbag in his hand, Nakahara didn't say much, took the call and took a look.

"Wine?" He frowned.

"You are sitting here," Tsushima Hiiragi put on a smile, "Isn't it because you are afraid that Shirase and the others will steal the wine?"

"At this time." Tsushima Hiiragi reached out his hand, and in the void, he clicked on the river below and the Mafia warehouse at the port that could be vaguely seen in the distance. "If something goes wrong, it's not easy to solve, right?"

"Take it, you don't want it, Shirase and the others will blame you."

Her melodious ending sounded very long, and Nakahara Zhong also frowned and stared at the direction she was pointing at. After a long silence, he finally took the package, and whispered uncomfortably, "Thank you."

Tsushima did not make a sound, and Nakahara put the beautifully packaged woven bag on his knees. After a long time, he took a serious look at the two bottles of wine. The shiny bottles contained amber liquor. , flowing with a jewel-like luster.

You can tell expensive wine just by looking at it.

There was a note under the wine bottle, and Nakahara thought it was a scorpion, and wanted to take it out secretly to see the price of the wine. Even if he couldn't afford it now, he would definitely return it to Tsushima Hiiragi in the future. He will always remember the friendship of giving wine, but he didn't expect that on the light yellow note, there were a few lines of beautiful words written in pencil.

Nakahara Chu also had no intention of going to see Tsushima Hiiragi's privacy, but the moment he took it out, he read those few lines clearly with his excellent eyesight.

【I will give you another bottle

I know Miss Tsushima, you can live without anything, but you can't live without alcohol

Hope to see you in the store next month

——Ten bundles of Tatara]

What's this?Is it a love letter?Zhong Yuanzhong also thought about it, pretended not to see it, and put the note back.

Ms. Tsushima must have seen it. Giving him the wine may be a tactful refusal, and it would be a bit stupid to mention women's privacy.

After Zhongyuan Zhong also thought about it with his own thinking, he thought he had sorted out the cause and effect, so he didn't say a word.

Nakahara also speculates that Tsushima Hiiragi has always been pursued by people. Her white skin without a trace of pores is like ceramics. Her curved and drooping eyelashes and the small mole under her eyelids endow her even more enchanting. beauty of.

Even Nakahara is the type who doesn't care about people's appearance, and was attracted by her excessive beauty at the first sight.

And although Tsushima Hiiragi looked melancholy and reticent at the time, it was surprising that people liked her. There was no reason, even if she only uttered a few words, it would arouse people's laughter and pursuit.

Nakahara also likes her very much. After all, Miss Tsushima is the only good person in this world, like a saint.

The first time we met was a few years ago. Was he nine years old or ten years old?Anyway, it was not long before he joined the sheep. At that time, he was not yet able to skillfully control his supernatural powers, and he was not yet titled "King of Sheep". Leibo Street was extremely chaotic, and many people died every winter.

There was a lot of snow that day, but he remembered it very clearly. Because of the unbearable cold and hunger, it was obviously a "sheep" of the self-defense organization. When Tsushima Hiiragi walked into Leibo Street, a group surrounded her. .

"She is very rich at first glance. People like this are in Leibo Street. Even if we don't rob her, someone will rob her, and she may not even have her life when it's someone else's turn!" The senior who is no longer in Yang is excited His eyes were red, and he pulled Zhong Yuan Zhongye to persuade him fanatically: "Besides, it's all her fault. If she doesn't come to Leibo Street, won't she have to suffer?"

Seeing that Zhong Yuanzhong still didn't move, the senior shouted anxiously: "Are strangers more important than the lives of our companions? If there is no Qian Xuecun, they will die of illness!"

Zhong Yuanzhong couldn't stop them, he could only watch them surround the young woman from a distance.

The "sheep" at this moment are like a pack of hungry wolves, but the woman is more like a helpless "sheep".

This should be wrong, Chuya Nakahara thought, he wanted to stop it, standing far behind the crowd.

Surrounded by a group of children with knives, it was Tsushima Hiiragi. She didn't seem to hear those threatening words, and her gaze floated loosely in the air with flocks of migratory birds.

"Have you heard that, give us all the valuables and let you leave."

The neglected senior angrily took a knife and forced her towards her neck.

As if just hearing his words, Tsushima Hiiragi slowly lowered her head, a little white snowflakes hung on her eyelashes, and as her drooping eyelashes trembled, she tilted her head slightly.

"What do you want?" Her voice was the same as her appearance, soft and long, and she said in a tired tone before waiting for an answer,

"It's all for you..."

She did not hesitate to leave behind the things she was carrying, including Kyoto snacks tied with ribbons, an envelope of cash, a gold pocket watch, a necklace, a hairpin studded with gemstones, and finally, even the woolen coat and handbag she was wearing. gave them.

Without the slightest hesitation, the senior who held everything in his arms waved impatiently, indicating that she was ready to leave.

Zhong Yuanzhong also watched her back slowly leave.

When the four eyes met, Tsushima Hiiragi's eyes swayed slightly over him like a dragonfly on water, and then stared at a piece of cloud.Nakahara Nakaya looked at his companions who were chatting excitedly after making a windfall, as if they were nailed to the ground, the corners of their mouths were tightened, and they followed Tsushima Hiiragi from a distance, silently escorting her out of Raibo Street.

When they returned to the base, the companions had divided everything up. The handbag with no valuables was thrown aside. Zhongyuan Zhong also picked it up, and there was a book lying quietly inside.

The dark cover is wrapped in plastic.

The rest of the "sheep" are not interested in the book, and Zhong Yuanzhong also holds the book in his hand, and the envelope containing the money is crumpled and written,

'For the sample booklet, Mr. Tsushima, please have a look at it, and attach a manuscript fee of 20 yen. '

Nakahara looked at the envelope, uncontrollably returning his eyes to the cover of the book, and read word by word; "Tsu, Island, Hiiragi, Time."

So, when he knew her name was Tsushima Hiiragi, probably, she was a novel writer.