Are you with Dazai today?

"It's hallucinations or something, sorry, I'm better now."

Shiinagawa let go of Osamu Dazai's hand.

The retching feeling in the throat has disappeared, and although the stomach is still convulsing uncontrollably, it's okay, there's nothing wrong with his words.

Don't be disturbed by boring things. Now is not the time to think about those. If you are not sure about the danger in the torii gate, you must be prepared for a possible battle at any time.

Okay, now take a deep breath, no problem, no problem, calm down, just do as usual, keep your sanity.

"Ah."

Osamu Dazai lowered his eyes, he didn't ask what kind of hallucination Shiinagawa had seen, and Shiinagawa himself didn't have the desire to confide in Osamu Dazai.

"It feels like the shrine has become scary. I'm most afraid of ghosts!"

Osamu Dazai folded his arms over his chest exaggeratedly.

"No, no, no, just think about it and cry out."

"Dazai..."

"Shiina, can you hold my hand?"

Osamu Dazai clasped his hands together and looked at him with Shiinagawa's most irresistible star eyes.

Comforted by Dazai.

Realizing this, Shiinagawa pursed her lips. Obviously, he should be protected, but now he is being comforted by the object of protection, which is really embarrassing.

Shiinagawa hesitated for a moment, then reached out and took Dazai's hand.

Osamu Dazai's palms are very soft because he does not do heavy work or housework, and basically does advice and advice.It's not like Shiinagawa's hands are covered with calluses.

Holding Dazai Osamu's hand, Shiinagawa calmed down miraculously, which was more effective than the dozens of psychological constructions he had just done.

"Just now... I saw it. I saw a woman with only the upper body lying in a pool of blood."

"Woman? What does she look like? Does she look good?"

Osamu Dazai's focus is always so clear.

Shiinagawa shook his head after hearing Dazai Osamu's words, he clenched his other hand into a fist and put it on his heart.

"I don't know, her face seems to be mosaiced, I can't see clearly. But... I don't know why it hurts so much when I see her."

"I forgot something, something very important, I think she..."

"no!"

Osamu Dazai interrupted him with a somewhat hasty and flustered voice which was rare.

"Dazai?"

Noticing his gaffe, Osamu Dazai quickly adjusted, and he faced Shiinagawa with the same smile as before.

"This shrine must have had an impact on Shiina. It has affected your emotions and that's why it became like this."

"so."

Dazai took a deep breath.

"That woman must be an insignificant fabricated thing."

"Yes...is that so?"

Shiinagawa began to feel uncertain. Dazai has always been very smart, and he can often notice many things that he didn't notice. In many cases, he didn't react until Dazai reminded him afterwards.

If Dazai said that, it must be his delusion.

"Maybe I'm too sensitive."

Shiinagawa shook his head, completely forgetting what happened just now.

"Sorry, I said something weird to you."

Osamu Dazai pouted

"That is to say, Shiina is thinking too much."

Osamu Dazai jumped up and down on the stone steps, walking along with Shiinagawa.

If this is the case, it is like Mr. White Rabbit who brought Alice into Wonderland, and Shiinagawa came up with such an idea inappropriately.

But Osamu Dazai is not Mr. White Rabbit, Shiinagawa is not Alice, and what they want to enter is even less likely to be some kind of fairyland.

Is it human?is hell?Only after seeing it with your own eyes can you know.

The second half of the road seems to be very long, as if it will never come to an end. The further you go, the stronger the discomfort on Shiinagawa's body.

Should that be called discomfort?No, it's more accurate to say it's disgust.

That disgust has melted into the blood, embedded in the bone marrow, and is an innate instinct.

But strangely, Shiinagawa felt a touch of kindness again, two diametrically opposite feelings of disgust and kindness mixed together.

Now Shiinagawa is very confident that the things that surround this town are essentially the same things that he encountered at the Yokohama seaside.

But the thing in front is not as strong as the thing I felt on the bottom of the sea before, and it is not weaker than him. How should I describe it?

The breath is steady and quiet, but sometimes it suddenly becomes turbulent.

Like an active volcano, it doesn't know when it will erupt. Keeping this thing is equivalent to hanging a guillotine on the heads of people in this small town, and it doesn't know when the ax blade will fall off.

How could they enshrine such a thing?

Shiinagawa narrowed her eyes, and it took too long to walk anyway, as if something deliberately prevented them from reaching the shrine on the top floor.

Even Shiinagawa had noticed it, and it was impossible for Dazai Osamu not to have noticed.

"Shiina."

"clear."

Without too many words, Shiinagawa directly put Osamu Dazai in his arms, held Dazai Osamu's buttocks with one arm, and held his waist with the other hand to prevent him from falling.

"Dazai, sit still."

Osamu Dazai didn't have the slightest surprise when Shiinagawa acted. When Shiinagawa supported him, he adjusted his position and wrapped his arms around Shiinagawa's neck.

Even if Shiinagawa hugged Osamu Dazai, his speed didn't slow down at all, and the scenery changed rapidly before their eyes.

"stop!"

After hearing Dazai call to stop, Shiinagawa stopped, and then he put Dazai Osamu down.

After Dazai took a few steps forward, he squatted down and pointed to the ground.

"here."

Shiinagawa went forward to check, and there was a brown-black silk thread on the ground. Because this thread was well integrated into the soil between the stone slabs, Shiinagawa hadn't noticed it at first.

'As expected of Dazai. ' Shiinagawa is almost tired of saying this sentence.

Although it is very slight, the scenery before and after the silk thread does have a certain sense of dissonance, as if two wrong pieces were pressed together when putting together a jigsaw puzzle.

This thread transformed the road into a circle that would never come to an end, and it was unknown how many times they had just walked.

Osamu Dazai twisted the silk thread and kneaded it repeatedly in his hand, feeling the touch of the silk thread in his hand, the silk thread was light and soft.

If Shiinagawa guessed correctly, this silk thread should be...

"It's spider silk."

Dazai said with certainty.

really!

This brown-black spider silk is not as resilient as the previous transparent spider silk, rather it is particularly fragile, and Osamu Dazai broke it with a light pull.

The magic that will never reach the end is unraveled, the scenery in front of the two is gradually distorted, they are torn apart and then disintegrated and reassembled, and the original road is presented in front of the two.

What came into view was the shrine, and it turned out that the weird spider silk was set up at the end.

If the so-called spider god did something good, then he must be a bad god.

It's really funny to do small tricks at the finish line.