Chapter 61 The so-called romantic plot is just someone carrying a heavy burden


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Chapter 61 The so-called romantic plot is just someone carrying a heavy burden

For Sengenmaku, Honmaru was an isolated island against him.

It's not malicious, but pure rules are often inhumane. He didn't feel that he deserved unwarranted preferential treatment, so he didn't react. At least he could survive.

He covered the leader half of his quilt, and the leader shivered slightly under the thick quilt. He opened his eyes alertly, but his eyes were unfocused. After confirming his appearance, he fell into a deep sleep again.

He was very quiet when he was asleep, and it seemed that all Dazai Osamu were very quiet when they were asleep. The rise and fall of his chest was weak, and even his breathing was almost nonexistent. The usual expressions of either laziness or laughter were emptied into pure blankness. He didn't look like a living person, but more like a large lifelike doll.

Qian Jianmu took out his mobile phone from the corner of the table where he kept miscellaneous items. There were no contacts in the address book because most of the contact information was in his mind.

The latest text message is from Edogawa Ranpo:

"Remember to bring soda next time. Ask for apple flavor."

Edogawa Ranpo doesn't like sending text messages, he thinks this method is too inefficient, the text messages he sends are basically asking for help buying some food and drinks. Because if you make a phone call you will definitely be advised, but if you send a text message you won't get any advice, and the recipient will often have no choice but to let him get what he wants.

The low battery indicator flashes red, and the remaining battery power of the phone is pitifully low. There is no power station or cables in Honmaru, and no one knows where the magical power source for electric lights came from. This is the latest technology from 200 years ago. But he didn't find any electric wires in the entire castle tower, so naturally there was no socket. He was lucky that his cell phone was still turned off.

The castle tower is already a relatively advanced place. Perhaps considering the safety of the Shinsengumi, the bedrooms have bathrooms with toilets and bathtubs. Except for the castle tower, cooking in the kitchen requires making a fire, the bathroom is a toilet, and washing clothes requires hand washing at a nearby stream...Humans two hundred years later have their own retro romance, but humans two hundred years ago think they were too romantic.

What I mean is that he feels that although the Sword Men are old guys from a hundred years ago, they should also be worthy of modern technology. Not giving them computers, mobile phones, and game consoles, is it because they are afraid that they will be addicted to the Internet?

Complaints about the situation in Honmaru flashed through his mind. Chijianmu lowered his eyes and scrolled through the text message list a few times, finally adjusting to the interface of Edogawa Ranpo. He tapped the keyboard a few times, and the text message was successfully sent. Seeing that the phone began to count down to shutdown, he thought about whether he could generate electricity with some melancholy, and finally said regretfully that he was not omnipotent.

The leader looked really cold, with two layers of quilts covering him, as if they were going to crush him alive. Qian Jianmu pulled the two mattresses laid side by side closer together, tentatively burning energy points to raise his body temperature. Leader Zai felt the heat source and gently moved closer.

It works.

Burning energy by burning fuel to release heat, I have had this experience when upgrading before, but the heat utilization rate is too low when simply roasting like this, maybe it would be better to be closer. It’s just that the leader Zai himself is actually a guy who looks like he doesn’t have a sense of distance, but in fact he has a strong sense of distance. Now he is an adult, so it always feels weird to stick close to him...

...I hope the child can be better.

After restoring his body shape to that of a teenager, Chigenmaku pulled back the quilt with a wooden face, imagined himself as a large heater, and crawled inside.

The trembling young man calmed down slightly and turned sideways to get closer to the heat source.

Qian Jianmu's eyes were lifeless, and he even had time to stare blankly as he was being swallowed bit by bit by the giant black octopus.

Everyone has their own smell, and that smell is difficult to be summarized by existing smells. The place where the smell is easiest to come from is the wardrobe. Apart from the smell of the wardrobe itself, the familiar smell lingering on the corners of clothes is the smell of that person.

Everyone's room will have a unique smell, but for humans whose sense of smell is not particularly keen, it is easier to distinguish the smell between homes, which is the aggregation of the smells of all people in the entire home. When you open the door to visit someone else's home, the strange smell in the air will be captured by your sense of smell at the first moment like a flag. This faint and invisible existence may be forgotten and ignored, but it will still remind you subconsciously: this is not your home, but someone else's territory.

Therefore, most people will feel uneasy and alert when they step into other people's territory or home, and will not be able to sleep well and suffer from insomnia when staying overnight. In places like hotels, even if they are in good hygiene conditions and have no fixed smell, the mixed smell of people beyond the sense of smell will still be detected by sensitive people, so they will be on guard all night and become more tired.

After all, humans are animals that are better at hiding and deceiving. The nature of animals has not been completely replaced by civilization, but has been reorganized and given a suitable name, such as psychology, to completely hide the nature of the beasts.

Qian Jianmu breathed softly and felt nothing.

As an individual, Dazai Osamu has almost no human smell on him. It is a kind of "nothingness" that is almost blank, lighter than the smell of water, lighter than the smell of wind, and even lighter than the natural smell of air. Clean and eliminated. When you are next to him, you can't even clearly realize that this is a person just by smell. He just exists in the dark, in the misty place, in the moonlight, a clean, cold and indifferent "nothingness".

Many people have a cold and rotten impression of Dazai Osamu, and this impression is also affected by the smell, but Chijianmu feels that the smell is actually the smell of the river. He soaks in the water, so his body feels cold, a bit like he has dyed himself with a layer of color, pretending to have the smell of a human, so people also feel that they can feel his smell, leaving such an impression in their hearts. But the smell of nature is different from the smell of humans, so many people subconsciously think that he is an alien, will be wary of him, and will unconsciously care about his existence, because the "species" are different, and the instinctive feeling is not the same.

What bad luck, Dazai Osamu.

Thinking of this, I suddenly found this person both funny and pitiful.

Then I thought of Dazai Osamu and animals. It seems that Dazai Osamu doesn't like animals, but in fact, animals don't like Dazai Osamu at all. The sense of smell of small animals is often more acute than that of humans. They are accustomed to using smell to distinguish closeness or distance. The way animals greet each other is to smell the place where the other's smell is strongest. This is their proof of identity. To animals, the human smell is actually quite distinct. But unfortunately, Dazai Osamu has no taste.

So even cats and dogs couldn't figure out what he was, was he a human or one of their own? Or maybe just a big tree or a stone. Cats and dogs cannot think, so Dazai Osamu was ignored by most animals. When a cat stepped on his body, it would be frightened by the fact that he was actually breathing. Dazai Osamu himself is very vengeful. After realizing that he is not liked, he starts to hate small animals on his own initiative. He has a kind of boyish stubbornness. As long as he hates others first, he does not count as being hated.

I was not hated, it was me who hated them, or so the little kids thought.

The cause of Dazai Osamu's personality is largely related to his tasteless physique. Everyone's own taste is their own excellent tranquilizer. Some people are attached to their beds. In fact, besides the feeling the bed gives people, it is more because the bed has its own smell. When people are surrounded by this smell, they will feel safe and more comfortable. But Dazai Osamu did not have this feeling, he could not be comforted by himself, his "nothingness" was like a city without walls, anyone could easily invade his safe zone, so the taste of all people was an offensive and stimulating hurt to him. He was justifiably uneasy, tortured unconsciously by the world, painful and confused, trying to find a home by drifting with the tide, but destined to return empty-handed.

What bad luck, Dazai Osamu.

So I sighed in my heart, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

At the age of twelve, he was only about 1.34 meters tall. Boys develop later, and compared to Dazai Osamu who was 1.8 meters tall, he was like a large pillow. The huddled giant octopus held him tightly, trying to absorb some warmth. Qian Jianmu's dead eyes hypnotized himself that he was just a pillow. Suddenly, his eyes went dark and the pillow was completely stuffed into the quilt.

"Idiot." Leader Zai muttered, and it was hard to tell whether he was talking in his sleep or awake. The adult Dazai Osamu had the ease of an adult, even a little too much. After all, not all adults can control their own heartbeats. His ease was obviously beyond common sense. Qianjianmu moved his body and found that he was completely caught in the fishing net. There was no room for movement at all, so he could only continue to serve as a stove with a hint of despair.

——It’s starting to heat up.

It’s hot. It’s really hot.

He tried his best to divert his attention and began to continue to pick out some clues from his past memories.

He always said that Dazai Osamu was a very good kid, so people around him always looked at him in disbelief, because Dazai Osamu's own badness was indeed very clear. It was not a prank, but cruelty, the cruelty of killing parents and leaving behind children, the cruelty of directly destroying a harmonious family, the cruelty of crushing and mocking hope. No one could say that he was a good boy, except Qian Jianmu, who thought he was pretty good.

Someone who hates dogs but vents his anger by eating all the dog food in front of the dogs, how bad can he be?

Humans always want others to be kind to them, but in fact this is not necessary. No one should be nice to you, just like when you smile, the other person has no obligation to smile back politely. Politeness is a kind gift, not a necessary debt. Getting angry because of not being helped or greeted with a smile is a kind of despicable common trait of human beings. It can be said that this is excessive self-righteousness and selfishness.

'Because I'm polite and he's not, so I'm angry' is just as nonsensical as 'I gave him a gift against his will but he didn't return the favor, so I'm angry'. If you pay too much attention to this, you'll always feel that the world is full of malice and that everywhere makes people angry. Qian Jianmu personally never expected anyone to treat him with any kindness. The lowest point in his making friends was the absence of hostility and normal exchange of interests. As long as things went smoothly, he didn't care how bad the person's temper was.

If he doesn't like someone, he will stay away from him. If he hates someone, he will kill him. He will spare himself and stay away from internal conflicts. He has always been like this, but in the end, he was labeled as a person with too good a temper and everyone he thinks is a good person.

Dazai Osamu also understood this principle, but he adopted a cult style, focusing on using this psychological difference to provoke the nerves of people around him, and then observing the changes in the emotions of people around him. In fact, what he did was not bad from a rational point of view, but often from an emotional point of view it would give people a very scary feeling, making people particularly fearful and frightened, making people feel that he was a bad person.

You deserve it, Dazai Osamu.

Qian Jianmu, who was not particularly heat-resistant, felt himself starting to sweat. The quilt was very stuffy. He struggled hard and finally breathed out a breath of fresh air. He certainly didn't feel the heat he was radiating, but his heat was trapped in the quilt, and the temperature of the giant black octopus was pressed tightly against his body. Taken together, the temperature was simply suffocating.

Looking out the dark window, his mind was full of random thoughts. Qian Jianmu thought he would have to endure this tonight, but he didn't expect that perhaps it was the strange sense of security brought by the feeling of being imprisoned, or maybe he was fainted by the burns, when the sky brightened, he actually fell into a deep sleep.

**

After a night of fever, the leader finally sobered up a little. When he woke up in the morning light, the first thing he saw was a white-haired child curled up beside him. He was obviously very hot, but his body was still emitting high temperature.

Thinking about how he had slept well last night, the coldness probably dissipated halfway and he realized what had happened. After a long silence, he covered his face.

Although I know there is no other meaning...but at first glance, I feel like I am evolving in the direction of Mori Ogai...

...No, please don't...Why did I suddenly think of this...It's Mori Ogai's fault...

Qian Jianmu, who was awakened by the cold wind, opened his eyes lifelessly, glanced at him with a look of despair, relieved his high body temperature, and spread it aside like a mollusk, accusing him in a rather youthful tone:

"...Dazai Osamu, so scary."

He could hardly remember what he was thinking about last night, but this conclusion was deeply rooted in his mind.

"...I won't thank you." Leader Zai muttered softly.

"No, I already regret it." Qian Jianmu refused coldly.

I crawled to the bathroom with a haggard look and adjusted my body shape to that of a 22-year-old. I changed into a thin bathrobe because I was afraid of the heat. When I looked at the sky again, it was already morning.

With wet hair, he picked up the phone that had been turned off last night. This old-fashioned phone of his had a battery problem. If it ran out of power and was turned off overnight and then restarted, it would have a few bars of power. He didn't use it very often, but it came in handy at this time.

After the long boot animation, the phone vibrated suddenly.

Qian Jianmu looked down and saw a new text message in his inbox.

from Edogawa Ranpo.

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