Chapter 19 People don’t care whether gods exist or not.

Chapter 19 People don't care whether gods exist or not.

The disheveled young man had his arm burned by charcoal fire, and was gasping for breath as he applied disinfectant alcohol all over it. He unrolled a roll of sterile bandage and tied it clumsily around his arm.

There was a circle of purple and black marks with a faint bloodstain on his neck, making him look like a broken rag doll.

So he hastily tied a knot around his arm and put a bandage around his neck, trying to strangle himself with the bandage.

“Ah, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, this is not what I want, wuwuah it hurts——”

Chiganemaku looked at Dazai Osamu blankly, and his head began to hurt. He silently shifted his gaze to Endo Shusaku, and his head hurt even more.

And you?

Why are you at someone else's suicide scene?

Are you practicing locked room murders?

What’s the point! Do you finally want to develop attack methods other than the one-for-one life exchange? Is your method of attack to watch others commit suicide?

Endo Shusaku's eyes wandered. He hesitated for a while and said in an erratic tone:

"I can sometimes see fate in people who have just died..."

So you two hit it off, and one of you says, "I want to die so badly, let's go and try dying today." Another said, "Great, let me see your freshest corpse." Then, this weird play started.

No, what kind of people are these?

Qian Jianmu seemed to have seen two indescribable things. He slowly exhaled and said with all his strength:

"Today is Shuji Tsushima's wake."

So the two of them looked at Dazai Osamu who was tying the bandage around his neck.

Dazai Osamu raised his head, pointed at himself, and asked innocently and blankly:

"Ah? What's the relationship between him, Tsushima Shuji, and me, Dazai Osamu?"

Oh, yes, what is the relationship between him, Tsushima Shuji, and you, Dazai Osamu.

……? ? ?

Qian Jianmu was silent for a moment, and he took a deep breath:

"Many people will come to send flowers, and I hope that Tsujima Shuji will be reincarnated soon."

Dazai Osamu's face suddenly darkened, and he twitched the corners of his mouth and spoke intermittently:

"Ah, haha, that's good."

"There will also be people praying for Tsushima Shuji, wishing him a long life in his next life."

Dazai Osamu's face suddenly turned bitter, and he screamed:

"How wicked! How wicked! How could this be! This is too much! Let's go blow up the coffin! Tonight!"

"Don't even think about it. Tsushima, you know that the entire police task force will attend the funeral as a sign of respect. If you don't want to come back to life, just hold it in."

Qianjianmu sighed softly, feeling that he had expressed his meaning, so he stood up and decided to go see the cherry blossoms.

"Wait! Everyone is going to attend my... Tsushima Shuji's funeral. This is a great opportunity! Let's go eat crabs." The young boy took out a check for one million yen. “I want the best!”

This was the last thing left for him by his family. He threw away everything else. Even the clothes he was wearing were Zhou Zuo's.

But now, this last bit of existence is ultimately not as good as a meal of king crab.

But the crabs in Hokkaido are really delicious.

So the three of them found a high-end restaurant and ate crabs worth 700,000 or 800,000 yuan. However, due to the food conflict and the fact that crabs are too cold, Dazai Osamu suffered food poisoning and was admitted to the hospital that night. In order to avoid being recognized, Dazai Osamu also wrapped a bandage on his face.

His face was pale, one of his eyes seemed to be disabled, his arms and neck were covered with bandages, and he seemed to have been abused. He looked very strong in spirit despite his physical disability.

Haha, he is physically disabled but mentally strong. Tai Zaizhi.

The nurse felt sorry for the child and was determined to help him call the police. After he acted cute, I had to patiently teach him how to tie the bandage. In just thirty minutes, Dazai Osamu learned five ways to wrap a bandage, which allowed him to wrap the bandage more tightly and prevent it from falling off.

On the other side, Endo Shusaku took a look at the medicine list and went to the pharmacy to pack up all the medicines they needed to take away. After Dazai Osamu finished the IV drip, the three of them secretly ran out of the hospital.

So the nurse tragically became the first woman that Dazai Osamu deceived.

In the past half month, Dazai Osamu seemed to be possessed by the god of disaster. He suffered from a severe cold, burns, strangulation, bruises, and food poisoning. Although he did it himself, he looked really miserable. Chiganemaku waited for him to eliminate the buff of food poisoning before taking them south to take the Shinkansen to Yokohama.

Summer is when mafia is active. Although the spheres of influence of various underworld forces have been gradually consolidated to maintain economic operations, conflicts still occur from time to time.

Especially the port mafia.

The old leader fell ill, as Qian Jianmu expected. He knew that giving up rights was the best option for the port mafia. But at this point, like an old emperor, he saw ulterior motives in everyone and was full of suspicion towards everyone.

I don't want to lose my power, and I don't want others to usurp my power. He put his own status and the development of the port mafia on the scale, and it eventually swayed in his favor.

No matter how great the flood is after his death, as long as he exists, everyone must kneel down and pay homage to him.

As a result, they spent a huge amount of money to recruit doctors and acted extremely radically, using bloody means to scare off the jackals that were trying to swarm in. For a time, the port mafia even had the momentum of being the leader of Yokohama. Although this strength is superficial and weak, just like the old leader's face, but at this point, who dares to offend him?

On the way to Yokohama, I happened to encounter a mafia fight. The sound of gunfire could be heard in the distance, but instead of taking a detour, they went to buy some new clothes for Dazai Osamu. When they passed by there again, they saw corpses lying all over the ground. Some Mafia gang members were collecting the bodies. They glanced at them calmly, ignored them as if it was normal, and put the bodies into body bags and took them away.

A strong smell of blood spread throughout the alley. Dazai, who was following Chimamoto, looked at the blood on the ground. He didn't look horrified, but just surprised. He sighed softly:

“Wow.”

"Don't look too long, or you'll get into trouble." Qian Jianmu didn't even look at it, but just walked away stepping on the pool of blood.

"Eh... can't I just take a look?"

Dazai Osamu asked curiously.

"In the past, scavengers would pick up items from dead bodies, and there were even precedents of desecrating corpses. Later, they angered the mafia and were all killed. Moreover, weapons are scarce now, so generally people will recycle them."

Even a dead mafia member still belongs to the mafia.

"So lame."

The young boy stuck out his tongue and stopped looking. His kite-colored eyes scanned every corner repeatedly. The momentary interest gradually died down and turned into the dead color of a deep pool.

“So, the whole world is so bad.”

The white-haired boy was wearing a black coat. He chuckled and didn't look back, but his words slowly dissipated in the air.

“Humans are like this.”

——

The old shrine is still the same as when I left. Nakai was cleaning the room. When he saw them coming back, he glanced at them calmly and said lightly:

"Welcome back."

As he said this, he looked at Dazai Osamu quietly, as if he was observing some new species.

Dazai rushed into the shrine and looked left and right. Not many people came to pray at this time, so the empty shrine was as quiet as a mausoleum. He lay on the box in the coin hall and looked down. He saw a shallow layer of five-yen coins inside. He sneered in an ambiguous way, then walked to the lottery table without any respect and drew a lot.

When he opened it, his expression became subtle.

"The moon shines on the clear sky, and the clouds create colorful clouds."

He turned around holding the stick in his hand. Nakai saw the stick in his hand, walked up to it skillfully, took it, and unfolded it to take a look.

"What kind of shrine is this? Whose god are you worshipping?" Dazai complained, threw the fortune stick to Nakai, and was about to go into the main hall.

"It's very clear but very confusing. It's still a bit sad to say goodbye to someone. But nothing will happen again, so let's change our mood a little." Nakai pondered for a moment, then looked up and answered him:

"Oh, there is no God."

"Why do you open a shrine without a god? A bunch of weirdos!" Dazai curled his lips and didn't listen to his fortune at all. Or maybe he had studied this before, so even if he didn't understand, he knew what it was.

"Ah, but everyone says it works."

Nakai scratched his head, feeling a little overwhelmed by the current situation.

In fact, some people asked him where the gods came from. He usually said calmly that there were no gods here, but no one believed it at all.

Or maybe they believed it, but no one cared.

Moreover, it really works for some unknown reason. Especially the fortune-telling statements, which always touch people’s hearts. A few days after interpreting the statements, I would feel happy and as if many problems had been solved.

Nakai: Because I speak according to your mood, and I also take away your negative emotions.

Offerings to the Void is a special ability that allows you to exchange your own or other people's emotions with an unknown entity. Nakai doesn't often use his supernatural powers on other people, but he still tries to give as much as possible to visitors who come to worship.

At least I am happy. Even if life is painful, it is happier to suffer with a smile than to suffer with tears.

On the other side, Dazai Osamu, who was patrolling the territory like a cat, had already gone to the main hall. As they said, the main hall was empty. The red pillars were wiped very clean, but traces of time could still be seen.

And where the statue of the deity should have been placed in the main hall, there was nothing but a book.

Yes, a Book.

A book called "Book".

Did you know that the god you worship is a book called "The Book"?

The more Dazai Osamu thought about it, the more interesting it became. He laughed to himself for a while, and finally, looking at the large characters written in brush calligraphy on the book, he couldn't help but feel curious, so he stretched out his paw and turned a page.

The white cover was opened, and if you looked from the middle, you could only see a blank space. But Dazai Osamu only opened the cover, and then several very clear and large words suddenly entered his mind, and his eyes widened.

etc……

That's not right! Books are not gods!

There are people’s names written in the book. There is a person’s name written in the book? !

It is the name of a real person who is currently alive and may continue to live!

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