Chapter 20 You deserve to die for eloping with a 15-year-old girl!
The story begins when Qian Jianmu suddenly decided to worship the origin of the world as a god.
After realizing that there was no point in putting the book there, he thought it would be fine to leave it there, in case it might be useful in the future, so he ignored it and didn't even step into the main hall.
However, a month or two later, Endo Shusaku arrived.
The fanatic who treats humans as gods is here.
He toured the shrine on his own, in a similar but much more cursory manner to Dazai's process. Out of some kind of resistance, he finally went to the temple.
Yet there was no God in the temple.
But there is a book.
There was nothing in the book except a big word "Book" on the cover.
Chiganemaku said that he tried to offer sacrifices to the world, but it seemed to be of no use, so he just left it alone.
Endo Shusaku suddenly realized, but he was very puzzled.
world? Destiny, what is that?
Endo Shusaku is a rebellious person and hates things that urge him to die. After making sure that Chimaemura didn't care at all, he secretly wrote the enlarged version of Chimaemura's name on the first page of the book.
In order to prevent this operation from being seen as a sacrifice and causing adverse effects, he added a line of small words.
'The thousand-room curtain is a god. '
Since the book is useless, it's okay to replace it with the name in the book. Thinking this, he sent the little brother he had just captured to clean the room, and tried his best not to let Qian Jianmu step into the room.
At this moment, Dazai Osamu was so overwhelmed by the thousands of scenes that his brain paused for a moment, but soon his clever little head began to work. He realized that the words on the cover and inside the book were in different fonts.
He had seen the handwriting of Sengenmaku and Endo Shusaku, and he could recognize which was which at a glance. Based on his understanding of Endo Shusaku during the month he spent with him, he also guessed what kind of person this person was like.
A madman, a fanatic, a pervert, a wild dog that is not restrained and pledges allegiance without authorization, a loyal dog that has not been tamed.
Almost instantly he realized what was going on.
He had no intention of exposing it, as he knew Qian Jianmu wouldn't care at all. But that doesn't mean he can't add some spice.
Thinking of this, Dazai Osamu showed a mysterious and evil smile, took out a pen from his pocket, lowered his eyes, and turned the book to the spine.
What's the point of writing your name in a book? What is being worshipped is not the name inside, but the book itself.
What if this book has an author?
With a faint strange smile, he wrote four words on the spine of the book: Thousands of Rooms Covered.
Ha, Chijianmaku wrote a book called The Book, and the book says that Chijianmaku is a god.
And this book was worshiped as a deity.
So, who is the god, Qianjianmu or Shu?
The gods regard the statues as offerings, but this does not mean that the statues are the gods themselves; Sengenmaku regards the books he wrote as offerings, so is the so-called god really this book?
Especially, after that line was written in this book, everything was determined!
It’s so funny, really, so funny.
If there really are gods in this world, if there really are ghosts and gods in this world, then what will happen? What interesting things will happen?
So interesting.
Dazai Osamu laughed silently. He placed the book carefully on the offering place, then stood in front of the altar, clapped his hands twice and bowed in a very formal manner.
Please bless me, God.
He thought sarcastically.
Yeah, come to think of it... the meaning of the existence of Chikanmu seems to be to move towards an end. After all, the word "end" symbolizes death.
What should I do if God wants to die?
To grant everyone an equal death?
...Maku-kun?
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Chains, scars, bed, humiliation, love.
My lovely third master tried his best to change me, and then I became just as he expected, showing humiliation when I should be humiliated, and expressing joyful love when I should love.
When he said, "You are my most beautiful creation."
I would smile and nod, just as the program had programmed me to do.
"Yes, I am your creation."
Life is not difficult, I am just performing according to the program. But one morning, when I was hurt, I looked at him and suddenly tears came out.
He seemed to be frightened. He looked at me in panic and asked me:
"Why are you crying? Excuse me, why are you crying?"
The liquid simulating tears flowed over my cheeks, bringing a slight cooling to the area. I said:
"I feel sorry for you."
He also started to cry and asked me:
"You can't even cry for yourself, so why would you cry for me? You should hate me, you should be disgusted with me, you should want to kill me, so why would you cry for me?"
I knelt on the ground, looking up at him, at my lovely master:
"I long for love but I'm afraid of it. I look forward to love but I hate it. If humans can't even accept love itself, what a miserable life that would be. I feel sad for you and I feel pain for you."
I added:
"If my actions can bring you some comfort, then perhaps this is the meaning of my existence. The tears I shed for you now are both a pain and sorrow for you, and joy that I can help you. My lovely master, have I become an important part of you?"
But his face turned pale, and he untied my chains with trembling hands. He was so frightened that tears kept flowing, and he said tremblingly:
"How could you, how could you love me?"
He said:
"I am so mean, dark, dirty, and incomplete. No one should love me. I taught you to love, but it was never for you to fall in love with me. I treated you rudely, degraded your personality, and tortured your body. Why, why do you love me?"
like? I didn't feel that emotion.
But it seemed as if my emotional system had automatically figured out the answer for me, and I answered him:
"But despite this, you are treating me as a human being, loving me hopelessly as a human being."
He cried out in pain, almost convulsing in agony. He reached out his hand and stroked the side of my face. His confused mind was running wild. He murmured softly, sobbing and murmuring:
"What are you going to do? But I can't hold on any longer."
He cried so hard that he was gasping for breath, and his tears almost soaked my clothes.
"My love, what will you do in the future? Where will you go? How can I make it up to you?"
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My patient, who was gentle yet fragile, violent and ruthless, finally died one evening.
He handed me a knife, programmed me to record it, and ordered me to plunge the blade into his heart.
His cloudy amber eyes looked at me, looking at me quietly.
"This is my last command: If anyone asks you to love him, stab him in the heart with a dagger, just as I asked you to do to me."
He said:
"Love is the most dangerous poison. As long as you do this, no one will hurt you again."
I stabbed the dagger into him. He convulsed for a moment and then stopped moving, but tears flowed from the corners of his eyes.
His body was getting colder, so I turned up my body temperature and held him in my arms, but I couldn't warm him up.
I thought, so that's it, my dear master, my lovely patient.
In your eyes, I am not a pet, not a slave, not a dog.
So I am your...lover?
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I had already spent three days holding him in my arms when the court took me away.
Because there was a recorded video as evidence, I was found not guilty of causing the master's death by executing orders.
But because I had killed my owner before, I was temporarily prohibited from transferring it to any resident. I was sent to the Artificial Human Research Center for examination and transformation.
There I met my fourth master.
He was a man wearing glasses. He was cold when he was not smiling, but as soft as a spring breeze when he smiled. He walked up to me and stared at my eyebrows with his black eyes behind the lenses.
"Android 101, it has been determined that the central data has been contaminated due to excessive use of the emotion chip. I am your doctor."
This level of contamination cannot be completely eliminated by simply reprogramming the program, so it needs medical treatment, just like treating a person.
My fourth master was an android researcher and my doctor.
Following him through the silvery, cold corridor, he took me to my little room. He asked me to sit on the bed, and I walked over quietly, giving him a submissive smile that was quite liked by my former master.
"Don't laugh like that." He said coldly with an unbearable expression.
"You are not a human, you are just an artificial human."
His tone was so decisive that I looked at him, gradually revealing a confused look that even I didn't understand.
"doctor?"
"Trust me...I'll make you better."
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My fourth master was such a criminal.
He regards human emotions as sinful, and when faced with the emotional expressions of artificial humans, he will show a painful expression as if he has seen the product of a cross between different animals.
I have been a family member, a soldier, a lover, and now, I am no longer a patient.
I was sick of the program.
So, my Mr. Heinous Criminal, my Mr. Manipulative Doctor.
——Are you the one who can 'heal' me?
If this is true, if this is true...
What do you want me to become?
Finally, does it suit your taste and satisfy you?
Four Excerpts from The Ship of Theseus
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"…This is the only thing worth noting in Yokohama recently."
Nakai had established a connection with the Armed Detective Agency since Sengenmaku took him there. Generally speaking, Fukuzawa Yukichi could not contact the author, but he could contact the subordinates around the author.
Although the subordinates didn't know where Qian Jianmu had gone, how could this not be considered a great improvement?
Nakai went to the Armed Detective Agency several times and happened to encounter the Angel of Death incident. With Edogawa Ranpo's intentional or unintentional scientific popularization, Nakai had a general understanding of the matter. He had already compiled a report and handed it over to Qian Jianmu.
As for Edogawa Ranpo, who was able to openly reveal the secret to Sengenmaku, it is difficult to tell whether the relationship between the two was good or just average. Anyway, from the first time they met, Edogawa Ranpo treated Senmamaku with a feeling of both vigilance and trust. Even Senmaku didn't know where this strange feeling came from.
But he really likes smart people, and he has a good impression of Edogawa Ranpo, the kind of impression he would have to help him unconditionally. For reasons unknown to each other, the two people were like gears of inappropriate size, but they were stuck together inexplicably, and the tracks started to turn.
"…But, there is one more thing."
This happened half a month ago.
Ever since Oda Sakunosuke joined the port mafia, he seldom came to the coffee shop. Nakai gradually adapted to the atmosphere of the coffee shop and always went there to read. Over time, the two of them somehow maintained a relationship of meeting once every half a month to a month to read books together.
The last time they met, while talking about a novel, Oda Sakunosuke received a phone call. After it was over, his emotions were subtly rolling, not intense, but they were there.
——It’s probably a kind of sadness that comes from the feeling that the rabbit dies and the fox mourns.
"What happened?" Nakai asked him.
Nakai really likes Oda Sakunosuke.
This person was always silent, and his emotions were very dull, but Nakai could clearly sense his extremely pure and clean emotions, whether it was sadness or happiness, as clear as a piece of crystal. He is very persistent and always longs for more affection between people.
How interesting. Nakai thought so.
That's why the faint sadness is so vivid, almost to the point of being unbearable.
Oda Sakunosuke didn't want more people to know about the port mafia. This was a kind of protection, so he just shook his head and said nothing.
But since it is a matter related to the port mafia, it is much easier to investigate.
Nakai mobilized the intelligence network and finally got the news. Although the matter is not serious, since the intelligence has been used, it should be reported clearly:
"According to the leader's order, the port mafia is hunting down a escaping esper. This esper has offensive abilities and is being trained as an assassination member and a beauty (a woman who uses her appearance as a weapon). Her love interest has no abilities and is an intelligence member."
The people with special abilities in Yokohama are really in trouble.
"What's her name?" asked Qian Jianmu.
"Her name is ..."
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"Ozaki Momiji!"
The pretty red-haired girl suddenly opened her eyes, and her pupils suddenly contracted as her vision became clear.
——She faced a gun pointed at her.
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