"Wild Duck Country"

Finally, everyone agreed to eat duck (cross out) and attend the banquet, and embarked on a long journey.

There was a surprising silence all around. No one came, no inquiring eyes, and no hum of machines. It was as if the whole world had suddenly completely forgotten about this land. Even the dawn no longer visited this place, and the night became long.

This road that leads nowhere feels surprisingly familiar, except that there are old, dusty shops on both sides, winding off into the distance. In the distance, there are also a few barbecues emitting a sleepy aroma.

If we think about the waves of people that came before and the increasing number of wild ducks now, we can still infer some things.

The moon stopped moving and hung high in the sky, as if it were dead. No one had come for a long time.

【Because the only ones that come here are ducks. 】

Dazai Osamu glanced at his watch.

Considering that there are as many people as there are ducks here, there are countless eyes behind this matter. If the supernatural power is suddenly released, it may cause trouble.

He originally planned to take the person at the center of this incident and leave directly. Anyway, he couldn't leave the person to Dr. Mori. At the very least, it would be a satisfactory ending for everyone if such a person disappeared directly.

But something was not right about the speed of time. It was already the time to see the first rays of the sun, but the night had spread far into the distance, completely enveloping everything.

What? Isn't this well done? Even the scene in front of me is so unbearable that I can only look at it.

Dazai Osamu speculated with a hint of malice about the intentions of the figure walking in front of him. He actually dared to get so close to an anti-superpower user, which was completely beyond his expectation.

Did you expect that he wouldn't be able to use his special abilities?

The ducks followed the old woman closely, passing by the shop where ducks were drying in the alley. Suddenly, a big hand stretched out from nowhere, and mercilessly pulled out a white duck. The duck cried miserably on the chopping board, and sticky blood flowed out, and it died.

The headless and footless roast duck hanging on the iron rack was shaken violently, and oil droplets with a strange aroma were thrown over, splashing onto the hands and merging with them.

And all of this is silent. A silent world cannot bring people any sense of reality or support.

The severed duck head fell to the ground and turned back into something else. The remaining ducks, who were not sure whether they were lucky or unlucky, either shrank back or were numb, and continued to move forward, waiting for the next big hand.

He looked at the owner of the big hand.

Eyes closed, with a smile on his face, that's all, no other expression can be seen.

Another drop of oil dripped down.

In a trance, the crowded road was empty, with only the cold iron frame standing, the breeze swaying the flags, the stains covering the tabletop, and splashes of blood.

But the next second, it was still crowded and bustling. The duck was still a duck, and it tilted its head and looked at its fellow ducks who were drying in the sun with gloomy eyes.

"This is a bit too bizarre."

Dazai Osamu's face was a little gloomy at first, until he squatted down and poked the head, and a white strip with text on it suddenly appeared, and the ground was empty again, then he returned to his original expression of interest in everything around him.

Even if it is a supernatural power that created such a scene, it is still questionable whether it can be controlled.

He pondered, and his expression did not show any disgust or resentment. At most, he just made a few noises, probably because he was still choked by the smell.

The unique fishy smell of duck, the fermented duck feathers and other miscellaneous smells can make people dizzy if they smell it for a long time.

The old woman in front of him turned her head and looked at him deeply, her expression full of indescribable resentment.

"Ah, well, probably."

I was labeled as someone who "likes this kind of scene", so I answered hesitantly, looked at the scene props that disappeared passively, and moved a little further away from him.

How should I put it? As expected, they have been doing supernatural things for hundreds of years. They look much more upscale when they are released. Comparing the before and after, I feel like I have ruined them all.

I lowered my head in shame.

But no one has the right to criticize me. The corpse hidden under the table is also very interesting. After all, all art is based on life, and life has brought me enough scares.

“But I think the focus should not be placed here. The atmosphere is very good.”

Although I did not create what I saw, I still silently refuted this assessment.

Although the person next to me is the biggest destroyer of the atmosphere here, fear is contagious, but it can also be easily dissipated due to other people's indifference.

Even if you are not forced to look frightened, at least don't destroy other people's props!

"I thought all the ducks here were transformed from humans."

Dazai Osamu withdrew his hand, turned his head to look at the roast duck in the chef's hand that was about to be processed, but in the end he chose not to touch it.

"So I was a little surprised when I saw a head fall off just now."

He had a point.

“I was surprised, too.”

I stared at him with dead eyes and answered what I thought was a sincere response.

The first sentence touched upon my blind spot. How could I know what Fujiwara was thinking? I was very suspicious of his second sentence. After all, these ordinary people were acting like they had experienced many ups and downs.

Obviously everyone accepted it very well, they are really strong mentally!

"Eh, so it really isn't a human head?"

"Falling is what it is," I decided to tell the truth, "but isn't this a normal scene in ghost stories?"

Aren't these all basic operations? How else can you scare people or make faces?

"It's all to enhance the experience... What are you doing, Mr. Dazai?"

Dazai tilted his head and felt around his neck carefully, "I'm checking if my head is still there. Fortunately, I can still be flexible now."

When this is said, it feels as if everyone in the previous story was showing mercy by not chopping off the person's head.

It's like she's testing me a little bit...I can't let her go on.

"Well, does it mean death if the head is cut off? But this way of dying is still too ugly, and it doesn't fit my refreshing and energetic suicide motto at all. Forget it."

He said seriously.

"?"

In the end, I could only pretend that he was trying to liven up the atmosphere and gave him an awkward but polite smile.

"I think... if nothing unexpected happens, people will die after their heads are cut off, but they are ghosts now... maybe they just want to give you a surprise?"

For example——

I looked embarrassed as if I was being forced to watch a spectacle of strange human behavior, but in fact I had already pointed my finger forward - it seemed like I was pointing at something beside him, but if I took a few steps forward, it would not be difficult to touch him.

Another gentle push, hey——

"Don't ghosts die?"

Alice asked suddenly, her eyes wide open with the fear and curiosity that were unique to a girl of her age.

"Will a ghost not die even if his head is cut off?"

She tugged at the corner of my clothes and asked again, with an illusory eagerness flashing in her azure eyes.

Is it true that you won’t die?

The bad idea of ​​Rintaro may come true again.

Dazai Osamu watched coldly from the side. He could easily imagine the devilish expression of Mori Ooga underneath Alice's bright and beautiful shell.

In fact, anyone can easily ask the answer to a question, because at that time they didn’t think it was that important, and even hoped that everyone could have a deeper understanding of this principle.

Alice is still a little girl except for her appearance.

This is the care from a mature older sister with a shadow in her heart.

Report warning! People under the age of 12 are not allowed to ask this question!

Although things are different now than they were yesterday, the professionalism I have developed over the years still makes me extremely vigilant.

"Ask your parents... No, you just need to be sure of one thing, there are no ghosts in the world! These are just props!"

At this time, a light laugh came from somewhere. I didn't pay attention to it and continued to say to the little girl with a righteous face, "All demons and ghosts are paper tigers. They are not allowed to become spirits after the founding of the country!"

"Justice will prevail, light will prevail! Ghosts are just rumors!"

Wow, what am I talking about? Why are there children? If there are children, there will be parents. If there are parents, then, there will be nothing!

Very uncooperative, the background has changed a bit.

I blinked hard, watching the scene in front of me keep changing. The wild duck dangling on the shelf suddenly turned into a long, thin object taken out of the frying pan, and I immediately lowered my head.

It’s so spicy that it hurts my eyes!

Alice beside her also covered her eyes with her hands.

Normally, I would be happy to crowd around with my friends in such a scene, and stimulate each other with words, trying to make everything in front of us more in line with the atmosphere.

For example, "Why is there someone behind you?", "Who is that person in red?", "That little girl has no shadow" and so on. Everyone worked hard to help each other be happy. As for going to a haunted house and scaring the ghosts inside, well, honor, honor.

But now, I have to recite core values ​​in this scene. It doesn't make sense.

I felt so bad that I wanted to speak up and tell the ghost in front of me to stop. I could do it. It was a strange feeling. I felt that she would listen, but I didn't know how.

Just like the tapping of a duck got me out of that place, the process was insignificant and the result was just that.

But the entire army suddenly stopped.

It was not until I looked up in confusion that I saw two people sitting at a long table in the distance.

One of them was Nakajima Atsushi.

Well, it doesn't look very good.

I came to this conclusion after observing for half a day.