After writing silently, Osamu Dazai, who collected the masterpiece of his private novels, "Human Disqualification", did not have the ease of completing the task in the past, but felt an unprecedented hesitation. With his old laptop resting on the wooden floor beside him, he stood up very mechanically. I walked slowly and straight to the window. With his hands crossed over his chest, he stared at the scenery outside the window with his eyes intently not feeling as if time was passing.

At this time, Chie Sakai, who gently pushed open the door of the study, did not alarm him with a sound, but focused her personal attention on the screen of an old-fashioned laptop on the floor. Seeing that there was already a lot of text on the word page, her first reaction was that Takeshita had written another work of fiction. I couldn't resist the urge to get a sneak peek, and I took small steps to get to it. She, who is both his partner and his loyal fan, sat down directly on her knees and began to look from the beginning.

Chie Sakai, who was deeply attracted by "Human Disqualification", really felt that this novel revealed the ultimate decadence and devastating masterpiece. She didn't make any pauses in the middle, and she read it in one go. He raised his head, looked at the Takeshita Grass Mustard with his back to her, and let out a sigh of emotion and joy that was about to suffocate: "You are really a genius who was chosen by God to engage in novel writing. ”

Hearing this, Takeshita Kusaoji gradually recovered from a state of self-forgetfulness with a loss of mind. He turned his back without hurry, and there was no smile on his face in front of Sakai Chie, and he blurted out: "This kind of life makes me feel very tired." I really don't want to go on like this. The so-called human beings are nothing more than flies in the vegetable market."

The first reaction was to conclude that when he wrote the novel, he was too deep into the drama and had not completely come out of that state, but he would not suspect that "Human Disqualification" was not his original, but all the acts of copyists. With a look of great joy on her face, she was even more pleased with her unique vision, and congratulated her in advance: "I firmly believe that once the single book of "Human Disqualification" is released, it will once again cause a big sensation in the domestic literary circle. I never dreamed that you would be able to write such a shocking novella after writing my masterpiece "I Am a Cat". Indeed, you are not only the pride of our Japanese people, but also a writer who truly has the strength to go global. "Human Disqualification" and "I Am a Cat" are destined to win you a series of literary awards at home and abroad. ”

Takeshita Kusaoke, who was getting closer and closer to her, did not stop, but walked past her, but did not say a word. He went straight to the door, opened the door and walked out. As he walked towards the kitchen, as soon as he stopped, he asked Kako Kitagawa, who was wearing an apron and cooking herself, "Do you think I'm a writer?" ”.

Kako Kitagawa, who was asked by him for some reason, held a spoon in her right hand, and responded stunned for a moment: "If you are not a writer, who in Japan would dare to say that we are writers?" ”

"Hey...... It seems that you don't understand me either. Takeshita Kusaoke, who sighed deeply, shook his head and turned his back, and once again passed by Sakai Chie, who came over.

"What the hell happened to him today? I remember clearly, he was fine before. Could it be that he suddenly fell ill? No, I'll have to check it out. Kako Kitagawa, who was already unintentionally focused on cooking, had her eyes on Chie Sakai on the one hand, and on the other hand, she was particularly concerned and puzzled by him.

"He's fine. It's just that when I was writing, I was too deep into the play. Sakai Chie, who still adhered to her previous opinion, did not follow Takeshita Kusaokei again, but slowly walked in front of the other party.

"Listen to your tone, he must have written another excellent novel. I also have to go and get a sneak peek. Kako Kitagawa, who had already begun to be happy for Takeshita Kusaokei, turned off the gas stove directly with one hand and put down the spoon with the other, and said with a smile on her face and a feeling of impatience.

Sakai Chie, who nodded lightly, said straightforwardly with a lot of emotion: "I advise you not to look at it." Even if you want to see it, you have to be fully mentally prepared. Otherwise, your whole person will be bad for a long time. Not to mention that he wrote such a masterpiece, even after watching it, I was quite uncomfortable in my heart. ”

Kako Kitagawa, who understood it, suddenly understood, and Takeshita Kusaoji wrote a novel with negative energy and the darkness of human nature. I really don't like his kind of works from the bottom of my heart. Sighing heavily, she complained: "Can't he write a book with positive thoughts that fully reflects the goodness and brilliance of human nature?" Even if you don't crave this kind of thing, at least write it so that people won't feel too uncomfortable to read it. I really don't understand what he thinks in his head? He just asked me inexplicably, is he a writer? Isn't this nonsense? Of course he was a writer, and he was a great writer. ”

Sakai Chie, who suddenly shook a lot in her heart, became nervous, and said with an uneasy emotion: "Kako, you have to watch him closely lately." In case, I'm just talking about the possibility that he can't get out of the novel and chooses to commit suicide. The misanthropy and death of his work are very strong. ”

Kitagawa Kako, who screamed "ah", pecked tears in her eyes, her ruddy and shiny face began to become dull and pale, and her two pink lips couldn't help but tremble several times and said, "Qianhui, don't scare me!" ”

"Don't be too nervous, after all, I'm just a very unlikely guess, almost close to zero. I'm sure he'll be able to get out of it. As for the length of time, it is not up to us and external forces to help, it is all up to him alone. Don't be too deliberate so as not to put unnecessary external pressure on him. Sakai Chie does not rule out that Japanese writers regard suicide as a "fashion" rather than ordinary Japanese people choosing to escape from real life.

Kako Kitagawa, who covered her mouth with her hands and began to sob, was worried from the bottom of her heart about the safety of Takeshita Kussake. How could I have imagined that being a writer would also be a very high-risk profession? After completely adopting and obeying Sakai Chie's arrangement, she couldn't help but realize that her personal affection for Takeshita Kusashi had deepened.