In Yokohama's days as a writer

After Osamu Dazai and Kunikida booked a hotel in Tokyo, they rushed to the writers meeting the day before.

Osamu Dazai didn't care about what a writer would do. He devoted himself wholeheartedly to writing, and he himself enjoyed writing very much.

It’s just that he has never been willing to waste time participating in such writers’ associations. If it was really that kind of occasion for exchanging experiences, Dazai Osamu might go in a hurry, but this kind of event that is open to the public and is obviously a scene It seems very dull and has no communication value.

However, there are always people willing to participate in this kind of vanity fair, so the popularity is not low.

Osamu Dazai called Editor Kobayashi and got two tickets from him, as if the words that fooled Editor Kobayashi never existed.

Editor Xiaolin readily agreed, but he was also very puzzled: "Mr. Yandao, didn't you say that you want to focus on writing, and you don't really care about this kind of spectacle?" Moreover, one request is two tickets.

Osamu Dazai is completely true, and he is still confident in the face of such doubts: "I don't dislike such activities, I just worry about the distance between writers and readers."

"Distance?" Editor Xiao Lin was puzzled.

Osamu Dazai smiled and lowered his eyes. Although the system couldn't see his expression, whenever he mentioned his novels, he was gentle and tender, like the spring breeze blowing over the hills, making people intoxicated.

Only at this time, he is really standing in the world.

He really loves writing itself.

Maybe it was because the warm sun in the afternoon was too gentle, even Osamu Dazai felt a little relaxed and comfortable. When his tone was conveyed to Editor Kobayashi through the mobile phone, it seemed to be covered with a layer of tulle, and the words were gentle.

"Getting along with each other is an emotional exchange. The communication channel between writers and readers is probably books. This is two-way, and it's just the order."

Osamu Dazai paused, as if he was thinking about how to describe his feelings in words.

"The writer writes his own emotional experiences and perceptions into a book filled with painstaking efforts. This is a kind of emotional output, which is one-way. If a reader chooses to read this book, a condition is fulfilled, two-way Choice, this is not only the reader chooses the author, but also the author chooses the reader?"

"And when readers really put this book in their hearts and resonate with the world depicted by the author, they have achieved the most important part of emotional communication. Maybe the real distance between the author and the reader is thousands of miles away, but the distance in the heart is not. That moment was so close."

Osamu Dazai changed the phone: "I have a...friend, our relationship should be described like this. He said that someone once told him that 'writing a book means writing a person', and the emotional communication is so powerful. In the end, he gave up what was not a decent job for the public, and devoted himself to the industry of writers."

"I think, next year we will be able to see his novels." Osamu Dazai raised his head, looking up at the birds in the sky.

"Later, he gave this sentence to me again, wishing that I could write the most ideal world in my heart."

"I, Yandao Zhonger, write books not for money, but because I want to say something to the world. Those who regard me as a standard can also drive me into the abyss. Maybe there are really people who can understand me and share with the world. I achieve the existence of a two-way person, but now I don't need it."

"The distance between me and them is so far and close, so..."

Osamu Dazai paused when he said this: "So, I think, maybe from the perspective of a reader, I can better understand the boundary of this distance."

Editor Xiao Lin was silent for a long time, and when he spoke again, his voice choked up again. Even at such a sensational moment, the system still couldn't stop thinking that women are said to be made of water, so Editor Xiao Lin might be made of sea water. .

Why do you cry so easily?

"I understand, Mr. Yandao!" Still familiar with Kobayashi's editorial enthusiasm, "I'll go to the organizer to pick up tickets right away!! Wait for my good news!!!"

Drip—drip—

"Ah, it's hung up." Osamu Dazai glanced at the phone and said flatly.

The system was very moved. It felt that the understanding between itself and Dazai had deepened. Sure enough, it did not misunderstand the person. As expected, he loves writing very much. He will definitely become a great writer with a long history!

Osamu Dazai was keenly aware of the system's thinking, and couldn't help laughing: "Hey, hey, you don't believe me, right? I lied to Editor Kobayashi."

system:……

Farewell!

Whether what Osamu Dazai said was a lie or not, no one can tell clearly except himself. The system has been tricked so many times, and it will no longer be naively fooled.

After finishing the book fair, Dazai and Kunikida set off for Tokyo, but not to attend the book fair, but a new development in Matsumoto Momoe's case.

The signal of Matsumoto Baihui's last call disappeared in an abandoned house in the suburbs, and the two had to go to investigate.

Kunikida sat in the car, scanned the uninhabited area through the car window, turned on the computer and checked again.

"That's right, Miss Matsumoto's communication signal was last seen here."

Kunikida loaded the pistol/gun with bullets, turned to Osamu Dazai and said, "Dazai, act later, let's not separate, I don't feel right here."

"Okay." Osamu Dazai nodded.

The two kicked the door open and walked into the house. There was no difference here, but the two still did not relax their vigilance and moved cautiously.

"Kunikida-kun." Dazai Osamu stood in a corner, knocked on the floor tiles, and motioned to Kunikida who was on guard not far away, "Come and see here."

Kunikida put away the gun, walked up to Osamu Dazai and knelt down, knocked on the floor tiles: "Empty?"

"Hmph~" Osamu Dazai said proudly, "At this time, we need the reliable Mr. Dazai to appear on the stage!"

Kunikida sighed helplessly: "Don't imitate Mr. Ranpo, hurry up and find a way."

Osamu Dazai took out a folding knife from somewhere on his body, carefully cut off the surrounding dust along the edge of the floor tiles, and then tilted upwards, Kunikida stretched out his hand tacitly, and took the floor tiles away.

"Button?" Kunikida frowned, "And the word 'Do not touch' is written on it?"

"Wow!" Osamu Dazai gave an exaggerated 'surprise', "Then I want to press it even more."

"Hey, Dazai, don't make trouble for me, this kind of important matter of life and death, you should be more cautious, wait, don't—"

Despite Kunikida's repeated dissuasion, Osamu Dazai couldn't hold back his "restless" heart, and pressed down straight, only to see the ground tremble, and a staircase extending downward appeared not far away.

"It has appeared! The legendary secret room!" Osamu Dazai was so excited that he wanted to rush forward.

I run, I run again—

can't run...

Osamu Dazai stopped walking when he felt that his collar was caught by something.

His iris-colored eyes released an innocent light, and he slowly turned his head to look at Kunikida Doppo who was on the verge of being irritable, holding on to his collar.

As the saying goes, those who know current affairs are heroes, and Osamu Dazai is even more outstanding in this regard.

"Kuni, Mu, Tian, ​​Jun~" Osamu Dazai raised his hand, waved his wrist up and down like a beckoning cat, "If you don't leave, the secret room will be closed."

Kunikida didn't speak.

"You're worried that the button is a trap, right? I understand, but look, it's nothing." Osamu Dazai smiled indifferently, as if laughing at Kunikida's fuss.

"No!" Kunikida said in a hoarse voice, suppressing his anger in his throat. He knew that this might be the enemy's base, so he wanted to lower his volume, but seeing Dazai Osamu's indifferent attitude, there was an inexplicable feeling in his heart. The fire pressure can't go down.

Osamu Dazai was stunned by Kunikida's expression for a while.

"Dazai, you clearly know that I'm not talking about this, I'm talking about you!" Kunikida Doppo grabbed Dazai Osamu's collar with both hands, leaned close to his face, stared at his clear eyes, as if wanting to get from him See something in the eyes.

"When you were walking in the front, didn't you ever think that you would get hurt?" No, there was nothing in Dazai's eyes, and they couldn't be more clear.

Regret, fear, hesitation, none of these, but a little bit of excitement remained, which Kunikida could see clearly.

Such an answer made Kunikida, who had a premonition, not know whether to be angry or sad.

Looking at Osamu Dazai's indifferent eyes, his anger suddenly subsided, he lowered his head, and his tone was a little trembling: "Dazai, next time this happens, can you discuss it with me?"

Yes, Doppo Kunikida, an investigator of the Armed Detective Agency, who has experienced many battles, is a little scared that he did not come.

He was afraid that his partner would die in an unknown place at some point, and he was afraid that one day this person would really hate this world and commit suicide to leave this world.

After all, Kunikida was afraid that Osamu Dazai would die somewhere he didn't know, and in the end he couldn't even collect the corpse.

Osamu Dazai can really do it.

"Osamu Dazai, talk!" Kunikida raised his head and saw Osamu Dazai turned his head in another direction. He took advantage of the situation and looked over. It was an evergreen tree with lush leaves.

Dazai Osamu's eyes were blurred: "Ah~ what a beautiful tree, if you can hang yourself next to such a tree, it must be an excellent experience."

"By the way, Kunikida-kun, what did you say just now?" Osamu Dazai asked with question marks all over his face.

Then there was a dead silence.

"Tai-zai-ji-" Kunikida shook Dazai with all his strength, until he turned into a freshly cooked noodle, and then ruthlessly threw him on the ground.

"Dulululu——" Osamu Dazai struggled to distinguish between east, west, north, and south, "Foaming at the mouth, Kunikida-kun..."

Interrupted by Osamu Dazai, Kunikida, who was feeling sad and fed the dog, was quite ashamed of his true feelings just now: "Shut up! Hurry up, let's go to the secret room."

The two dressed up and set off again. Before entering the secret room, Kunikida held out his hand to stop Osamu Dazai, pushed his glasses, and said without looking at him.

"I'll go in first, you'll be late." As soon as the words fell, without waiting for Osamu Dazai's reaction, he walked down the stairs first.

Osamu Dazai stood there silent for a while, and then followed with a hippie smile: "Well~ Kunikida-kun wait for me, it's very dark here, do you have a flashlight?"

"Bring it."

"What about the battery?"

"...I'm rechargeable."

"Tsk tsk tsk, that's not okay, if the battery runs out, it's over!"

"Shut up idiot, you're making too much noise!!"