"Wild Duck Country"

When I heard his voice, I subconsciously stretched out my short legs and ran a few steps. After running a few steps, I felt that I was a little short of breath, so I stopped.

Dazai looked at me with a smile, and he seemed very satisfied with what he saw, and he did not try to end all the actions in front of him. I looked at him, slowly patted my paw on my head, and uttered "Oh" in my mouth.

Think about it carefully, why am I hiding? Why am I forcing these beaten monsters to stay? Am I nailing them to the pillar of shame for my own competitive spirit? How humiliating it is for them to be chased and beaten!

Did I bring them into this world just to make them suffer?

"Something has gone wrong, Mr. Dazai." I imitated Nakajima Atsushi's way of addressing him. I was not surprised why he was here. I just looked up and asked him, "How is it, have I made any progress?"

Perhaps because he was the first person I met in this world, I was like a primary school student, nervously accepting the teacher's comments.

“Well.” He looked up at Nakahara Chuuya, who was surrounded by a circle of flying paper money, and shook his head, “This won’t work.”

"Look at him. Who would fight back so arrogantly like him if they were scared? Under normal circumstances, they should hide in fear."

He pointed at Nakahara Chuuya who was bursting his big-head balloons one by one.

A group of monsters entangled only one person, which seemed very embarrassing, but it was indeed difficult for Chuuya Nakahara to escape at this time. The increasing number of balloons of the same type as his in the sky restricted his range of movement, and the monsters that surrounded him three or four times inside and outside made it impossible for him to escape.

"There are such things as ghosts. Gravity can do no harm to them."

He frowned, looked at the rabbit holding the drawing board in the distance, and clenched his fists.

Attacking is useless. It's like these things have no definition of death, or they are already in a state of death. A broken head can be snapped back together, and a body split in two by external forces can be controlled independently. Facing such an enemy is simply terrifying.

Damn it, the encirclement is so dense and endless.

The old lady with sparse hair and cloudy eyes waved her mallet: "For five days, stay here with me and don't go anywhere..."

"You're so brave to take advantage of me!"

The little boy holding the round ball slowly approached: "Brother, brother, where is my head..."

"You ask me about your head? It must have been eaten by a mackerel!"

"Hey, hey! Chuuya is playing hide-and-seek by himself. It's so embarrassing to be chased!" Dazai Osamu immediately retorted and looked at me with a look that said "you can't do that".

No! It's really scary! Nakajima Atsushi stood aside trembling and didn't dare to speak. He could only listen to Dazai Osamu explaining the art of horror and strongly urging her to practice it now. Mori Ogai smiled and said nothing, as if it was not his subordinates who were blamed for this.

Akutagawa-kun has already arrived with his troops, and they can immediately surround this place with just one order from him. He also wants to take this opportunity to learn about the specific use of this special ability.

"He would be happy to do that, too." Dazai added.

My eyes gradually died.

Although it sounds unusual to have a dog with his head and countless ghost babies calling him dad, he is so good that I was shocked. Is it me who is writing the story or him?

"But there's no time to prepare now, and I think the ending will be the same." I told him seriously that I planned to just let it go for the day. I didn't have the energy to dwell on it any longer.

It would be better if the matter was brought to a close. The current situation is just a joke. Besides, more people have come. It would be a public execution to let everyone see such an immature work.

"But I probably can't take my doll back. Can I leave it here with you for now?"

I mean the scary doll that's still on the train. To be honest, I think it's ugly. I write ghost stories but that doesn't mean I like weird things. You can tell from my clean white bunny doll skin. Normally, I wouldn't want this kind of thing if it was given to me for free, but it's a peripheral after all, and it still has commemorative significance.

"Are you leaving so soon?"

Dazai Osamu's words attracted a lot of people's attention. Feeling the gazes cast at me, I shrank my non-existent neck and took a few steps towards him.

Why do I feel guilty? No one has checked my water meter yet. I just had the illusion that I was still a big shot. I raised my paw and slapped him.

Then Dazai Osamu dodged by relying on his longer legs than mine.

I:???

"Mr. Dazai, I need to go back now." I said dryly, "Please help me."

He returned in a flash without having to think about how to remove his supernatural power. In that case, his supernatural power is still a little friendly to me.

"Miss, is this the end of the event you've been preparing for? This is the only chance I'll give you. What a pity."

"It doesn't matter." I didn't realize anything and continued with his words, "I've already thought of what the next story will be."

"Next time it will be very successful and will scare everyone." I promised, but the people around me hesitated to speak, as if they didn't believe me.

I felt that the show was out of place, so I stretched out my paws and took a few steps towards Dazai Osamu, ready to perform a show of getting off the stage.

Humph, actions speak louder than words, just wait and see.

"Well, why does it have to be scary?"

Nakajima Atsushi finally couldn't help but speak out.

"It's already terrible, why do they do this?"

Is she just scary? But the last time I saw her, she was a very considerate person.

I don't quite understand. Is he asking a horror writer to make his novels scary? No, I haven't gotten any money for writing such a novel yet, because my works are not presentable.

"...Because I want to eat?"

I gave this answer hesitantly, and looking at his confused eyes, I cried out in grief and didn't want to continue the discussion.

Whatever, I've decided to play solo. I looked at Dazai Osamu who was far away from me, and pulled out the rabbit's head directly, and then threw it out with the memory of my body.

If the mountain is not with me, I will go to the mountain if the mountain is not with me.

Perhaps my brilliant idea caught everyone by surprise. As the world was spinning, I saw many people's shocked expressions, which somewhat comforted my devastated heart.

The rabbit's head is the body, so pulling it out doesn't hurt at all, but when I feel my head being lifted up by my hands, I feel a sense of confusion, a sense of being torn between left and right, a sense of weirdness that cannot be described in words. I think no one in the world can understand this sense of confusion.

Well, not necessarily. I can help! As long as the script is good, I can write how many parts the body is divided into.

I was lost in thought, and then my head hit something hard. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Dazai Osamu's face, which was no longer interested.

Maybe he wanted me to touch him on purpose, I thought, but why did he hide before?

It doesn't matter anyway, I'm going back.

"Let's play together next time."

I stayed where I was and raised my paw.

The silvery white light band with characters written all over it was extremely dazzling in the dark midnight, as if all the dirt was bathed in holiness and eliminated. The tram, like a midnight monster, was directly annihilated in the light, leaving behind a small doll in the distance.

"Just disappeared like that? Are you kidding me? Where is the psychic?"

In the dark, someone shouted incredulously.

"The person with special abilities is the one in the rabbit shell, but when the special abilities were eliminated, they disappeared along with it and are nowhere to be found."

"Nonsense! It will be dawn in just a moment!"

.

Back in my warm little nest, I didn't know what to do.

Am I qualified to write now? Am I qualified to write now?

"Then just play by yourself. I'm not sad at all."

For the first time, I lay on the table with a pen in hand, like a wilted eggplant. In the past, I was so serious and solemn about the manuscript in front of me, racking my brains to conceive horror scenes. Wouldn't I be afraid of having so many random thoughts at night?

Once I feel that there is something abnormal behind me, I will never look back, and will tell myself firmly: Don’t think too much, there must be something behind you, yes, it must be a ghost.

This way, my heart would strangely feel at peace.

Although it sounds strange, I have always lived this way. The unknown is the most terrifying. Once a ghost has a physical body, it is no different from those beasts outside. Even a woman in a red wedding dress or a ghost baby with a purple body will not be more terrifying than the unknown.

So every time I start writing, I keep thinking that they must exist around me. But when I actually meet them, I find that they are nothing more than that.

Do they think that is all? Perhaps it is not necessary for fear to be nauseating, but rather a deeper fear.

Start writing, I.

"Wild Duck Country"

【Grandma Fujiwara is a duck meat lover.

She raised a number of ducks in her yard, and the quacking sounds could be heard from the house all day long. Unlike the meat ducks in the countryside that were messy and crawled around in the mud, the ducks raised by Grandma Fujiwara not only needed daily care, but also regularly accompanied her on morning walks and to the market to buy vegetables. In addition to being edible, they could be considered domestic pets.

Facing the media camera, Grandma Fujiwara held the snow-white duck's wing roots and proudly showed off this delicious-looking duck. From duck wings, duck feet to duck breast meat, Grandma Fujiwara explained it one by one. The duck raised its head stupidly and made a quacking sound.

"Grandma Fujiwara really likes ducks."

Later on, the following words appeared on the screen.

This documentary also adds a few shots of Grandma Fujiwara and the ducks, including the ducks following her to the market to buy vegetables. The ducks passed by the meat pieces that were divided into portions. Perhaps these things were inexplicably familiar to them, and even had the same smell, but they still walked past, following Grandma. The sign on the stall was a cute duck, giving a thumbs-up with its wings, praising its own fatness.

This scene made many viewers burst into laughter.

However, this video is the last record of Grandma Fujiwara. When people went to her house later, they found a duck with its wings and neck crossed and a cut on its neck, bleeding profusely. The duck's originally pure white feathers were now dyed reddish brown, and its eyes were staring at the door, unable to close.

The room was covered in blood, and Grandma Fujiwara was nowhere to be seen. Of all the ducks in the family, only the one at the door was left, looking ahead alone.

This incident caused a big stir, and there was even a saying that "the duck paid for its life". However, as time passed, people gradually forgot about it and no longer mentioned it.

Later, this place became famous for its duck meat and was called the Land of Wild Duck.