[Comprehensive] There is a Master's House in Yokohama

The sky was dark and cloudy, and when the sun was about to set, the orange-red sunset was able to reflect the redness of the sky for a long time.

And the other half of the sky has already become pitch black.

People often say that the time of encountering magic is the dusk when day and night alternate.

Katsura Kotaro wore a three-degree hat and walked across a bridge alone.

The river under the bridge is very gentle, reflecting indistinct figures and the three-degree hat that looks like an upside-down cauldron.

"Excuse me a little bit, are you Katsura Kotaro?" A male voice sounded faintly.

Gui Xiaotaro stopped, but didn't look back: "You've got the wrong person."

"Hehe, don't worry, I'm not a lackey of the government."

"Even if it's not a running dog, it's still a rabid dog thirsting for blood." Katsura Kotaro put his hand on the saber at his waist, "Recently, there have been frequent incidents of killing people with knives in various places in Yokohama, I advise you to choose carefully who to bite. good."

"Unfortunately, my partner and I both want the blood of an expert like you... So, can you compete with me?"

The sound of the sword being unsheathed was very clear.

Gui Xiaotaro suddenly turned around and looked at the person who spoke to him.

The other party was also wearing a three-degree hat, and only a broad square chin and a pointed nose with a high bridge were exposed under the shadow. This person was dressed in a very simple gray-green suit, and held a strange bright red long knife in his hand.

Just by looking at the knife, Katsura Kotaro could feel the incomparably evil demonic aura from it, not to mention the inlaid on the knife——

"The knife in your hand—!"

"when--!"

There should be no one around, but a third person suddenly turned up from under the bridge deck, swinging a knife and accurately receiving the fatal blow from the strange red knife.

The person holding the Yaoyi red knife did not make the second knife right away, but took a step back slowly, and smiled lowly at the third person who received the knife: "Hehe, it seems that I knew I would appear sooner rather than later." Yes, but when did you get in touch, Your Excellency Fukuzawa Yukichi and Your Excellency Katsura Kotaro?"

The third person who turned up from under the bridge was the president of the Armed Detective Agency—Fukuzawa Yukichi. At this moment, he was still wearing a neat kimono, his gray hair fluttered slowly in the wind, Holding a knife, it is stable without a trace of wobble.

Fukuzawa Yukichi and Katsura Kotaro looked at each other, exchanged glances, and then pointed the blade at the person holding the strange red sword together.

The enemy turned into two at once, but the man holding the Yaoyi red knife not only didn't feel scared, but became more excited. He simply took off the three-degree hat on his head and threw it into the river under the bridge, generously Fang revealed his true face.

It was a person who looked similar to Fukuzawa Yukichi in appearance, wearing a pair of orange glasses, his eyes were closed, and his hair was thick and thick, which made people jealous.

"Let me introduce myself a little bit." He smiled excitedly, "I am Okada Shizo, and people call me Chouren Shizo. When I was young, I was blinded by illness. But after losing my eyes, I can see It’s clearer, and I can even see something more beautiful...Have you ever seen it? The thing that appears when a person dies is so beautiful, so no matter how many times you watch it, you won’t get tired of it.”

Okada Shizang raised the red saber in his hand, already preparing his next cut: "The saber in my hand is called Hongying, and it is a rare good saber in this world. Since you two I came prepared, so let me enjoy watching it even more!"

The three of them shot almost at the same time, the three figures intertwined with each other, and the three saber lights flew by quickly.

It was just a moment.

But for swordsmen, a moment is a lifetime.

"That beautiful thing is indeed a human soul..." Okada Sicang murmured softly, fell to the ground, red blood spread under him.

Fukuzawa Yukichi put the sword back into its sheath, and there was an extra wound on his shoulder: "It's a terrible will. If you don't show the determination to 'kill', you can't survive under his sword. There is no life left, it seems The thread is broken."

Gui Xiaotaro also sheathed the knife, and a knife wound appeared on his shoulder: "It seems that he himself is not so strong to be able to swing two swords at the same time as we swing one."

"It's because of the knife." Fukuzawa Yukichi walked up to Okada Sizang, and looked down at the long knife that was redder than blood.

It is absolutely impossible for a normal sword to glow red all over.

Generally, when people describe a knife as red, they are referring to the blood stains on the knife, but this knife was already a strange bright red before it was stained with blood.

Gui Xiaotaro walked over slowly, bent down and picked up the red knife, held it in his hand and looked at it carefully: "Red Sakura? It feels really bad to be hit by such a demon knife."

On the bright red body of the red cherry, there is an additional bright red gemstone inlaid.

No, it is not so much a gemstone, but rather a crystallization of some kind of energy, and the ominous aura in it is perfectly integrated with the blade.

Katsura Kotaro was slightly lost in thought.

"Such a demon sword shouldn't be left in the world." Fukuzawa Yukichi couldn't help reminding.

"This is natural. As a person with lofty ideals against barbarians, I am by no means an ignorant person who will be confused by power." Gui Xiaotaro let go of his hand, threw the demon sword Hongying on the ground, and then quickly drew the sword, smashing the inlaid The bright red gem in the red cherry blade.

"In this way, although the forces behind Okada Shizo cannot be found out, the knife trial murder incident should stop here. May those souls buried under this knife rest in peace."

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Winter nights always come quickly, and when Yunfu Xingzi arrives at the coffee shop as agreed, the moon has already leaped over the branches.

Osamu Dazai sat obediently in the corner of the coffee shop, with a stack of neatly stacked manuscripts on the table in front of him.

He was in a daze while waiting, his eyes were unfocused looking at the potted plants used to beautify the environment in the coffee shop, his expression was slightly confused, he looked a little melancholy, full of stories, and at the same time a bit childish.

For such a person, it is very understandable to say that he often attracts women unconsciously, because he satisfies the fantasies of young women about dangerous men very well, and can also stimulate the redundant maternal love of young women.

Although all this is just on the surface.

Yunfu Kyoko gently pushed open the door of the coffee shop, and Dazai Osamu immediately turned his head and looked over, with a happy smile on his face.

It was difficult to tell whether the smile that appeared at that moment was from his heart or from habit.

Yunfu Xingzi knew what happened to the other party after seeing the manuscript on the desktop, and she was urging her to die together.

She should have felt distressed, but Yunfu Xingzi felt amused immediately, so she laughed naturally.

"Dazai finally has a satisfying story, don't let it be the shocking content like last time."

"Last time I just wrote for the sake of writing, but this time I wrote with my heart."

"Is that so? Congratulations, how does it feel to write a heartfelt story?"

"Not bad, I already feel like writing."

The two exchanged a few sentences casually in a harmonious atmosphere, which seemed to be the most harmonious conversation between the writing seniors and the juniors, and neither of them mentioned the agreement about dying for love.

Yunfu Xingzi sat down and ordered a cup of white coffee. The customary requirement is to add more sugar.

Osamu Dazai immediately followed suit and raised his hand, asking the waiter for exactly the same content.

Amid the mellow aroma of coffee, Yunfu Xingzi opened the manuscript.

As a result, I first found a flaw in the naming of the manuscript: "Disqualification in the world... Isn't this the name of your supernatural ability?"

Osamu Dazai nodded with a smile: "Yes, I definitely didn't make it far-fetched, it's a very appropriate name."

This sounded like an excuse prepared long ago, so Yunfu Kyoko asked without hesitation: "But why, is it because Akutagawa wrote an article on "Rashomon"?"

Now Osamu Dazai stopped talking, as if he didn't want to answer.

"Really, it seems that you quite like your Akutagawa-senpai, and you adopted the same naming method." Yunfu Kyoko took Osamu Dazai as the default, and made a joke.Then he restrained his expression and began to read seriously.

Different from the short story "Rashomon" written by Akutagawa, Dazai's manuscript is longer, except for the preface and postscript, it is divided into three notes.

In addition to the whole content, next to the title of the book, there is a line of small words that seems to sum up the whole text: Cowards are afraid of happiness, and they will be hurt when they touch cotton... Disqualification in the world means that you lose your qualifications to be a human being.

Yunfu Xingzi lowered her head slightly, turned the paper gently, read carefully, time passed bit by bit, before the coffee was cold, she picked it up and drank it in a hurry, without paying much attention to the taste, and then devoted herself to the coffee. reading.

Osamu Dazai just sat across from her silently, showing amazing patience and self-cultivation.

After Yunfu Kyoko finished reading the full text, she thought about it and read it again. Osamu Dazai patiently did not urge her.

Finally, the silver-haired girl organized the manuscript after reading it twice, and pushed it to Osamu Dazai's hand.

There is an obvious taste of cherishment in her actions, which is the sincerity naturally expressed for excellent writing.

"How is it?" Dazai asked.

What responded to him was Yunfu Kyoko's sigh: "It took me a long time to write a book before I felt that I was a person who knew how to write, but both you and Akutagawa gave me the feeling of a shocking genius, ah... I feel a little uncomfortable. Willing to get up."

"But what I wrote before, Kyoko gave a very low evaluation."

Yunfu Xingzi smiled wryly: "Isn't yours completely different from what you wrote at the time? If the previous one was just unscrupulous black and dark, playing with words in different ways, then this one is telling a story sincerely."

After a pause, Yunfu Xingzi said again: "But it's really a surprise, the longest life you have lived is the life of fighting and killing, and the story you wrote in the end is really surprisingly peaceful."

"Then Kyoko thinks that the story I wrote has nothing to do with me? Kyoko certainly doesn't think so."

"Of course, I can see that "Rashomon" is Akutagawa's own story, and naturally I can also see that this "No Longer Human" is the story of you Dazai."

"Eh? Are you saying that the protagonist of the story is actually me?"

"That's not true." Yunfu Kyoko found that she was helpless against Dazai's endless temptations, "You didn't write yourself as the protagonist. In other words, you are definitely not the kind of person who can clearly write about yourself, you only write part of it. hide themselves in the text, and then put some traps to confuse readers."

After all, Dazai is also a black-bellied guy who used to be a gangster cadre in Hong Kong. How could he write what he thinks in a straightforward and readable language?

On the other hand, Dazai would actually write this story to such an extent, which is already very surprising and honest.

The black-haired young man with iris eyes smiled obediently, and made a look full of expectation: "So... did you pass?"

The subtext is: Can we die for love?

Yunfu Kyoko could not wait to jump up and point at Dazai's nose and shouted, "Very bad! Rewrite it for me, bastard!"

But to do that would be completely willful.

Although it makes sense for a girl to be willful, Yunfu Xingzi still has some inseparable feelings about her integrity. She can't give up her face and go against her heart to deny the story she has read twice.

And she was already mentally prepared for the scene where she had to keep her promise, after all, Dazai didn't hide his confidence before opening the manuscript.

It is best to refuse before starting to read, and Dazai also gave the corresponding opportunity at that time.

But Yunfu Kyoko sat down to read after some internal struggles, because she really wanted to read the works that Dazai Osamu was full of confidence.

How can a person who really loves words refuse such a temptation?

Especially after reading it, I found that the story itself is indeed surprisingly excellent.

So it's really impossible.

"Accepted, the story touched me, and I agree. Dazai, you wrote it very well."

Ah, I have finally spoken the truth, so let's pretend to have amnesia and leave as if nothing happened.

What kind of promise to die for love, who would take that kind of joke seriously?

Hahaha, I read a good story today, so let's go back to the house of masters and get a good night's sleep.

Yes, that's it, after a night's sleep, it's like being drunk and fragmented, and the strange things are naturally ignored.

Yunfu Xingzi cheered herself up in her heart, stood up very naturally, and said in the most nonchalant tone: "Thank you, Dazai, for inviting me to drink coffee today. It's getting late, so I'll go back to Wanshiwu to sleep."

She turned around calmly, using all her strength to restrain herself, not to let her actions appear too hasty, and to behave as calmly as possible.

She takes a step, and—

Dazai grabbed her hand.

The silver-haired girl turned her head and looked at Osamu Dazai suspiciously.

Osamu Dazai smiled gently, and pointed to the building outside the coffee shop with his free finger: "The moon is beautiful tonight, let's go to that tall building to enjoy the night view."

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As you can see, this chapter is very thick and long, so tonight's normal update may not be on time, and if it doesn't work, it may be postponed until tomorrow.

Holding my liver in my hands, I continued to write silently.

From your lovely author Mixed Scallion and Cabbage (referred to as Master Cai)