Special investigation report from Yokohama

Although it is a tacit temptation by both parties, there is still something to say on the scene.Since Osamu Dazai took the design of a poor man, Hong Yao unceremoniously let him go to work: "Grandma is getting old, and it is very hard to cook and clean every day. Come and help grandma clean, the yard and the main hall. Occasionally responsible for purchasing, just treat it as rent, is that okay?"

She spoke politely, but the look in her eyes was not negotiable.Dazai Osamu did not raise any objection to this arrangement, instead he stroked his chin and seemed to sigh sincerely: "Miss is such a good person."

"Thank you." Hong Yao said perfunctorily, then remembered something, "By the way, is Dazai-kun an atheist?"

Although there is no god in that shrine now, it is better to ask this kind of question earlier.After all, although she is not a priest in the traditional sense, the work she does is also related to the gods.What's more, the reason why she lives in the shrine is that she also hopes to use the power of the shrine to recall Token Fusangshen. Although she doesn't know if it will be successful, if she is disturbed by Osamu Dazai, she will have nowhere to cry.

Unexpectedly, Osamu Dazai was silent for a while, as if this question was difficult to answer.

"No." When he finally answered, his voice was very soft, "I believe in the existence of gods."

What Hong Yao originally wanted to say also got stuck in her throat.

"Really?" She just asked back with a vague meaning.She had met many believers, and Osamu Dazai did not belong to any of them.He speaks of the gods with such certainty and contempt that any believer would be offended.

She hadn't figured out exactly what kind of emotion drove her to say those words, but Osamu Dazai had already asked jokingly, "Will Miss forbid atheists to stay overnight?"

"No, I'm a believer in liberalism." Hong Yao looked at him from the side, the deep summer trees cast shadows, and they walked among the shadows, so his face was on and off, making it hard to see clearly.At this moment, she suddenly had doubts about her own judgment. Was this man—this thin young man who was about to melt into the shadow of the tree—really sent by the port Mafia?

His resume is darker than most of the historical revisionists on the most wanted list of the government at that time, but apart from this suit, there is nothing about him like Mafia at this moment.

Is it a disguise?she thinks.Those numerous crimes and his malicious gaze on himself were not fake.So she put away the sudden desire to explore in her heart, and said plainly: "Actually, it doesn't matter if you are an atheist. Anyway, the god master of the shrine is not here now. I don't care if you sleep on the altar."

Osamu Dazai burst out laughing.

"Is this what the clergy should say?"

"There are many kinds of priests, too."

Watertight.Osamu Dazai thought.

If he just wandered in this small town and met her by chance, maybe he would really regard her as a priest stationed in a remote shrine.

How long is a week?For Osamu Dazai, it was enough for him to find out the bottom of the whole town.If he wanted, he could clarify everyone's origins, but for him, the one who was meaningful—at least supporting his actions now—was the "goddess" who inexplicably won the respect of the whole town. official".

Lord Priest... When he heard this address, Osamu Dazai had just unwrapped the bandages in the clinic, biting the bandages from his elbows to his wrists while resisting the scolding of that kind old doctor.

Such a person is really as bad as a god, such a person is really suitable for such a position.He thought, while cutting off the bandage, he induced the old doctor to say more: "A priestess? It's really rare."

Hearing this, the townspeople on the side immediately said: "Master Priest is very powerful, even though he is so young, he is still a woman, but he is not inferior to those old priests!"

Hearing this, almost everyone showed a look of pride.It's really scary that this closed town can accept her to such an extent in just over a month.

There is no need to talk to Ben, the townspeople saw his perfunctory expression, and they couldn't wait to tell the miraculous deeds about "Master Priest".It is also very simple to sum up. It is probably like the traditional story of the monogatari. A mysterious priest came to the abandoned shrine where the monsters have been in trouble for decades. The strength healed the injured townspeople, and he stayed in the shrine, tidying up the abandoned shrine, and the whole town was at peace from then on—very clichéd story.

If it wasn't for the protagonist of the story who he had been looking for for more than a month, he probably wouldn't have paid half of his attention.

"It's amazing." He drew out his voice to echo.

Dr. Sen may be wrong this time.That girl couldn't possibly be from the Supernatural Secret Service.Unofficial, miraculous treatment of people with supernatural powers, just miss it, and I don't know if Dr. Sen will regret it and cry.He thought wickedly, but there was no smile in his eyes.

Regardless of her origin, she is one of the driving forces behind Odasaku's death.Knowing that she has the power to heal, her guilt seems logical to be further enhanced.

Because she was capable, she chose to sit idly by.

It's an emotion called "anger" and it doesn't make sense.But because the person whose anger has been vented is not good enough, it seems to be covered with a layer of "reasonable".

I see.He sat in the hospital hall with bright and clean windows, looked at the townspeople's expressions like glazed puppets, and secretly made a conclusion.To be proud and happy for achievements that do not belong to oneself, to be angry and dissatisfied with guilt that does not belong to others, this is what human beings think about.

That afternoon, under the stormy clouds that were about to come after the explosion, did Odasaku think the same way?He should have known Dr. Sen's overall plan at that time, but he didn't mention a word to himself—he is not a person who doubts his friends, but he was exceptionally silent that day. Was it because he hated the "port Mafia" he represented? And transferred to oneself?

That being the case, when he looked at the ruins of the safe house, at the passing fire trucks, ambulances and police cars, at the busy firefighters and doctors who didn't bring out a single body, what kind of mood did he feel? Why did you say "Dazai, go to the side that saves people"?

Sorry, Odasaku.he thinks.

That life might have suited his dead friend, but it wasn't for him.He is the one who is rejected by the so-called "correctness". The road under his feet is good, but the end of no one is the light that Oda Saku pointed out to him.

"Miss, if you look at me like that again, I will misunderstand you?" He reminded without raising his head, as the presence of eyes lingered on him for a while.

The other party's voice was also very calm.He didn't know if the lady priest knew the purpose of his visit - he thought she should know, her expression clearly showed that she knew his identity - but from the tone of her voice, she was indeed addressing a stranger Show proper concern: "I just want to say, the mountain road hasn't been repaired for a long time, it's easy for you to walk like this..."

Before he finished speaking, Osamu Dazai stepped on half of the stone slab and slumped down the mountain.Hong Yao swiftly grabbed him by the collar and pulled him onto the right path: "I'll say it!"

"The shrine is near the sea, and there is a cliff over there." She pointed in the direction where he just rolled, "Be careful, I won't have time to save you if you fall."

If he hadn't been pulled back just now, it's probably because the gods are really hard to save.He thought with some pity, straightened his clothes, and laughed: "Ah, isn't that great?"

"What good?"

"Falling, cliff, ah—" Osamu Dazai said while walking, his voice light and brisk, "I haven't tried the death method of falling off a cliff, and I should be able to die cleanly if I fall from the place of the shrine? Then Miss Don't worry about my troubles."

The footsteps behind him stopped.It was a very crisp pause, the wooden clogs "clicked" on the bluestone board, and then everything stopped as if pressing a rest, without hesitation at all, dragging its feet.Osamu Dazai even heard a clear sign of opposition from that soft sound—just kidding, no matter how smart he is, he can't hear such strong emotions from the collision of ordinary hard objects, but combined with his long journey to the red Yao's observation, he just felt that she was objecting.

really weird.he thinks.She clearly knew what he had done, but would she cherish life equally?Osamu Dazai turned his head and saw her face with a restrained smile, and his iris-colored eyes were not smiling: "At this time, people appearing in such a place is really troublesome. Miss should think the same way, right?" ?”

Different from the lively voice just now, Osamu Dazai's tone after lowering his voice was in a strange inorganic state.To put it bluntly, it looks like a man with a sword who has just appeared, not yet familiar with how to be a human being, watching everything including himself as a "thing" or a "god".

If you just want to seduce her like this, then you will be looking down on her too much.Hong Yao stared at Osamu Dazai for a while, until his neck was about to start to feel uncomfortable when he kept turning his head, and then answered with the superficial meaning of his words: "How can there be any reason to kill someone just because of trouble? I am not Abnormal. And I have seen all troublesome guys, where else can you be troublesome?"

Whether or not to kill him depends on what he intends to do, but at least Hong Yao is sincere when he says this.After all, the swordsmen have tempers one by one. She has seen those who have tea parties before the battle, those who feed rice balls to the horses, those who don’t want to work for thirty days a month, those who sneak into the warehouse by mistake, and can’t find them. The one who took her to run thirty miles to see the flowers, and the one who was doing trouble in Honmaru all day long, the all-knife account god judge was fearless, she had handled more than 80 vibrating knives, and she couldn't handle just one person?

"Here we are," she said.As soon as Osamu Dazai looked up, he saw an old torii with mottled red paint.

The shrine is not big, there is only one yard, and a few old houses that are visible to the naked eye.Judging by the system, it should have been relatively large at the beginning, but it has been in disrepair for a long time, and most of the houses have been covered by green grass and vines again. Trees have grown between the collapsed corrugated walls, and they have returned to the natural site.

"These two rooms and the photo studio are occupied by people." Hong Yao raised her hand, "It used to be the place where the children lived, but they just left, so you can live there too."

The two rooms that Hongyao refers to were originally the residences of the clergy, but it was the Sheshe—this should have been a shrine for worshiping the gods.

"Who lives there?" Osamu Dazai asked curiously.

"Photoshop?" Hong Yao didn't hide anything, "A child at home. He's not here today, but he'll be back soon."

"he".Osamu Dazai noticed the title of red medicine.Besides the five children of Oda Sakunosuke, is there such a special status around her?He silently considered her expression, but in fact there was no need to ponder, no matter how stupid a person was, he could hear the undisguised joy in her words.

That was...a joy heavier than reunion after a long absence.

Somewhere, he asked an irrelevant question: "Who is the god originally enshrined here?"

"Ah, that," Hong Yao replied casually without thinking too much, "it's a tengu. There are still tengu noodles hanging in the main hall."

The author has something to say:

Next, there will be more dramas about Zai... This is the first time I wrote about Zai, and it is an original plot. There must be a lot of my own understanding of Osamu Dazai in it. I can only guarantee that I will try my best not to be OOC.