what does the leader taste like today

It's over, I'm so hungry.

The stomach made an untimely gurgling sound, and the stomach acid burned all the way from the abdomen to the throat, spreading to the limbs and bones.Ignoring the unbearable feeling, Di Lu hugged her legs, expressionlessly turned her eyes from the messy carriage furnishings to the flowing clouds in the sky.

He crouched in a corner under the shadow of the carriage, with the cold and rough metal wall behind him.

It was a minivan that had just driven into the city, and through the mud-stained windows, the sky was a dazzling half-orange, half-purple.Di Lu watched intently as the setting sun sank below the seashore line through the gaps in the high-rise buildings, dyeing the rising tide red.The waves slowly rolled over the beach covered with shells and seaweed.

Only then did he realize that he was in a seaside city.

The truck stopped within a few minutes of driving, and the door of the driver's cab opened and closed with a bang, and the sound was transmitted to the rear through the metal.Di Lu could hear the footsteps of the driver and his companion stepping on small stones and gradually drifting away.

No one paid attention to him in the back compartment, and Di Lu didn't care either.The windows of the truck were opened a little high, so he stepped on the sacks of goods, poked his head out, and stared at the sky in a daze.

As the sky gradually darkened, the neon lights above Di Lu just happened to light up, passing over Di Lu's head, extending from one side of the high-rise building to the other, diligently making a contribution to the city's light pollution.

Di Lu squinted her eyes, and read the large characters on the neon signboard without hindrance.

"Welcome to beautiful Yokohama."

I can understand it.

Dilu read it again, and the word "Beautiful Yokohama" was read in his mouth like drinking a glass of bubbling iced Coke, and the reading was smooth and smooth.The awkward pronunciation and grammar of Japanese seem to be inborn skills, and he is familiar with it as if he has grown up in this island country for many years.

But it shouldn't be.

It was obvious that he was only 10 minutes away from becoming conscious.

Ten minutes ago, on this truck, Di Lu opened her eyes for the first time.And the moment he became conscious, he thought about the three major philosophical issues full of human wisdom.

who I am.

where am I.

What should I do.

Even without time to explore her own situation, Di Lu lay quietly in the pile of debris in the truck, stared blankly for a long time, and finally realized that

I seem to have amnesia, the kind of amnesia that even forgets most of common sense.

Turning over slowly, Di Lu tried to search her brain.From intermittent and extremely vague memories, he only got the name Dilu, and the rest of the memories were as unclear as old furniture covered with a dust-proof cloth. He could only count the possible time elapsed in his memory.Those broken times may add up to a long, long time. Looking at her slender wrist, which is only fourteen or fifteen years old, Di Lu finally came to a conclusion.

——I, probably, am a monster.

It is rumored that monsters have a long period of infancy, ranging from decades to thousands of years. Perhaps only this reason can explain the discrepancy between his memory and his body.Although this "rumor" was triggered suddenly when I recalled the condition of my wrist.

It must be okay to think so.

The beginning of self-identification starts with determining the race. It took Dilu 10 minutes to identify himself as a monster. Before he could satisfy himself, his stomach began to convulse due to hunger, and the alarm in his brain began to remind him.

So hungry.

Time to eat.

So here comes the question again, what is the monster's recipe?

Under the neon lights, Dilu raised his head and stared at the red luminous characters under the purple night sky. He read the word Yokohama several times over and over again, but failed to trigger any memory.

Forget it, don't think about it, eating is more important.

The burning sensation in her stomach gradually intensified, and Di Lu slowly stood up while supporting the car wall.He grabbed a handful of metal from the sack and mentally labeled it "gun."Then he put the gun in his mouth without saying a word.

Some teeth are teething, and I can't eat it yet.

There were things that couldn't fill his stomach all over the floor, and Di Lu started to be in a daze again.Fortunately, at this time he heard the footsteps of the truck driver going back and forth. While he was still thinking about the serious question of what to eat tonight, the driver pushed open the trunk door.

Dialogue on the phone call: "This is a new item. Boss, we also picked up a handsome boy on the road this time. It looks like he ran out of Leibo Street or a slum. It has nothing to do with it. He can definitely sell it." A good price... wait, why are you awake!"

With the sound of the door sliding on the track, the driver saw Di Lu standing on the sack.He looked no more than fourteen or fifteen years old, Qi Er's white hair was in a mess at the moment, and his teeth and claws were flailing, and his purple crystal pupils were lifeless.This young man's face is exquisite, his lines and cheeks are just right, like a godsend.

Facing the driver's arrival, Di Lu only raised his head and glanced at him, his expression remained unchanged, and it only took a second to come to a conclusion.

Living people have never eaten, nor do they want to eat.

The sound of "hungry, hungry" was all over his head, and when he saw someone coming, Di Lu climbed out of the carriage with bare feet, stood in front of the driver, and froze without fear.

"Hungry, do you have food?"

The driver stopped and grabbed his arm: "This is not a restaurant, so it's your turn to make a request. It's better for you to wake up, stay here honestly, and sell you in two days."

"Is there food for you?"

"……Give."

Di Lu realized belatedly that this was actually a kidnapping, but it didn't make any difference to him whether it was a kidnapping or not.He had just woken up, he was hungry and had no strength, and he didn't think about resisting.Being dragged by the driver all the way into the basement of a certain house.

The dark basement did not turn on the lights, but this did not affect Dilu's vision.He saw that the basement was divided into individual rooms.Each small room is tightly locked with old-fashioned iron doors and locks.The light purple pupils looked a little dim in the darkness, and Di Lu kept walking, obediently following behind the driver.

The driver probably has never seen such an unlucky kid as honest and overly honest as Di Lu.

Forget it, who told him to be good-looking and able to sell for a good price, wouldn't such a personality be easier to control.Without any scruples, the driver directly took Di Lu to the room deep in the basement, asked him to go inside the iron cell, and locked it again to ensure that he would not escape.

With a click, the lock fell, and the lock head collided with the cell door to make a crisp sound.

In addition to the two cracks in the iron door, there was only a small skylight on the side of the cell, connecting it to another room with the same structure.

Di Lu looked up at the boss's series of operations, and only asked through the crack of the door after the door was closed: "Where's the meal?"

The driver patted the metal prison door: "Where is the meal, just wait here. After two days, the buyer will come to choose someone, and you will be able to eat delicious food."

……

A question mark slowly appeared on Dilu's head.

...why wait two more days.

Wait two more days and he will starve to death, okay?

Di Lu is not interested in what the driver is going to do, as long as it can feed him, but he can't wait for two days. This person didn't want to feed him in the first place.

For the first time, he felt the ups and downs of emotions, novelty and a little angry.

Di Lu, who has just entered the world, finds it difficult to be a monster, but now he is so hungry that he has no strength and can't beat a man at all, so he can only watch the fat driver writhing flowers and humming, and leave the room contentedly.

hungry.

So hungry.

So hungry and don't know what to eat.

Di Lu's memory is fragmented rather than incomplete, and many things can only be remembered by triggering keywords, including recipes.I don't know what to see to remind him of the tiny joy of "eating this will fill you up".

Ah, I really want to be full, I will have strength when I am full, and I won’t be unable to get out of such a small room.

Di Lu felt that he should do something, such as cry aggrievedly, but he was born with underdeveloped lacrimal glands and felt that crying would consume the little energy left, so he had to grab the iron railing with his head to vent his distress.

"Boom, boom, boom."

The sound of the forehead hitting the railing echoed in the room, and it woke another person who was held in the next cell.

The lights in the room were not turned on, and Dilu had only sensed the presence of another person before.The other person was just sleeping lightly and leisurely, but he still pretended to be asleep after being woken up by the driver, until the sound of Di Lu bumping his head against the railing was really too loud.

It was so loud that he couldn't bear to pretend to be asleep, mainly because the endless noise made him unable to fall asleep.

The man who had no self-consciousness at all jumped up and turned on the light.

The soft hair fell gently on the side of his face with the movement, and he threw away the red scarf beside him for the kidnapped degenerate. He walked to the edge of the skylight and looked at Di Lu for a while.

This did not attract the boy's attention, so he moved closer, paused, and introduced himself in a slow and drawn out tone.

"I'm Osamu Dazai."

Sleeping in a cell with inadequate equipment made Dazai Osamu's face press red marks, he rubbed his face, and exposed his facial features under the light.The handsome facial features between a teenager and a young man gave him a bit of beauty for no reason.

Osamu Dazai lowered his head and looked at the boy curled up in the next room through the skylight.

"What are you doing?" Osamu Dazai's face was cut into pieces by the grille of the skylight.

The light was yellow and dim, shining on Dazai Osamu's hair, which looked dull and lifeless.His neckline was wide open, and his red scarf was thrown randomly where he just lay down, his collarbone was exposed, and his fair skin was flushed from sleeping on the rough floor of the cell.

It looks like a braised stick bone.

The brown and black soft hair swept across the collarbone, and Dilu only glanced at it, but he didn't answer Dazai Osamu's words.

The most important thing now is that he is going to starve to death, okay?Di Lu didn't realize that something was changing, just glanced at it roughly and continued to bump her head in disappointment.

——Until a scent came from this man.

Wait, it's the aroma of food!It's the taste of braised pork!It is the meat aroma of fatty pork belly with skin mixed with soy sauce toppings!

There was a moment of silence in the air that only Dilu could feel.

Saliva is about to drip down.In an instant, Di Lu saw the man's eyes change.

The foggy memory in my mind suddenly searched for keywords, which are recipes, rice, and delicious food!

Yebby!Finally can eat enough!

Dilu, who was so hungry that his hands and feet were weak, almost cried with joy. The new man in the same room triggered his memory, and he finally remembered what he could eat.I was so moved that I almost starved to death!

It turns out that the driver didn't lie to him, there is really food here!

cooked rice!cooked rice!cooked rice!

Dilu's soul cried out.

Trying to squeeze his head out of the finely woven skylight, Di Lu's brows were tightly frowned, and he tried to make his expression serious, which is said to be the best attitude for human beings to ask for help.

"Sir, sir, can you hear me a request?"

Who will be the first to hit the iron railing?This question obviously has no answer.Osamu Dazai saw the clear eyes of the white-haired boy, and there was only himself.

The young man's eyes were ignorant and calculating, being covered by such eyes made Osamu Dazai feel a little better.He was fiddling with his hair, the brown strands twirling in his hands.His tone was lingering, with elongated endings, and his iris-colored pupils narrowed slightly.

"what?"

Both the big and the small were strangely ignoring the surroundings.

Di Lu tilted his head, the smell of food was testing him.He thought seriously, then looked at Osamu Dazai solemnly, tilted his head, and said what he had been waiting for for a long time.

"Can I eat you?"

What?Dazai hesitated for a moment.

It looked as if the man hadn't heard.Di Lu smiled, looking at him was like looking at a large mobile rice bowl. To this person, Di Lu decided to have a better attitude than to others, to be gentler, more friendly, and more patient with him.

It's okay to repeat it again, the little white-haired boy who was locked in the cell coughed, and his inorganic eyes instantly became as bright as stars in the sky.

"I'm a bit hungry, sir," he said.

Di Lu emphasized again.

"Can I eat you?"

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The author has something to say:

The protagonist loses his memory until he loses his mind. He is indeed mentally handicapped, not yet a human being, so please be careful.

This is a hand rehabilitation work, not long, maybe 10,000+ words.

Please, collect it a little bit, look at Di Lu, a poor hungry child, and give him some warmth!

【Advance receipt time】

"Miss Chanyuan raises cubs daily"

Mi Yin of the Zen Academy, youthful and invincible, beautiful as a flower, was used by the family as a marriage tool to marry a bad old man over sixty years old from the Tsushima family.

As a result, on the night of the wedding, the old man died suddenly, and the little lady who hadn't passed the door was kicked out of Tsushima's house.

Miyin from the Chanyuan: That’s great, it’s exactly what I want!

The property brought out from Tsushima's house was only a sum of cash and a boy who looked soft on the surface, but his eyes were full of black mud.

The boy who changed his name to Osamu Dazai: Miyin sister, where are we going next?

Miyin from the Chanyuan smiled and patted his head: What is your name, elder sister? Mom.

Osamu Dazai:? ? ?

Tsushima Yayin, 19 years old, the heir of Heaven and the Curse, whom neither father nor mother love.On the top there is a carefree little white-faced brother, and on the bottom there is a cheap cub waiting to be fed.

In order to make money and raise cubs, Miss Mi Yin went to work as a gymnastics teacher in a college that couldn't accept students.During the day, he fights wits and bravery with the second DK student of Baimao Middle School. At night, he cleans up the mess for his brother who cheated on women's feelings.

The days are full and happy, and Miss Mi Yin thinks that spending her life like this can be called complete.

until the grown-up cub cornered her—

Dazai Osamu: "I am the special weapon, I am the one who makes money to support the family, and I even clean up the mess in the Zenyuan family."

He said aggrievedly: "Miyin, how can you repay me?"

Mi Yin:? ? ?