【Taizhong】The Aesthetics of Legs

Water is what gives birth to life.

People were surrounded by amniotic fluid when they were not born. According to legend, human ancestors also lived in the seabed.So among many ways to end life, entering water has its special meaning.

With the head and torso submerged in water, the cold feeling penetrated into the limbs and bones, the oxygen was gradually exhausted, and all the water flowed back into the lungs.In the distance, he heard someone calling him.

This name should not exist in this world.

In the next second, he was pulled away from the bridge, and his fantasy of entering the water came to an abrupt end.

"Good morning, Ms. Akiyo." Osamu Dazai opened his eyes and looked at the policeman who was dragging him back in a hurry, and greeted with a hearty smile: "The weather is really nice today."

"Please, please don't say such leisurely words in this situation." With a loose ponytail, black-rimmed glasses, and wearing a police uniform, he would nervously put on an expression of bewilderment because of a little thing, which is impressive. The autumn agency beauty that I haven't seen for many days.Although she was thin and small, she was surprisingly strong, and she pulled Osamu Dazai out of the danger zone in a short while.

The river is blowing.

"You, you definitely wanted to commit suicide just now, right!?" Qiu Daimei put her hands on her knees, adjusted her glasses, and said out of breath.

"Ah~ Ms. Akiyo bought a lot of ingredients!" Osamu Dazai's eyes lit up, curiously rummaging through the bag that Akiyomi put on the side of the road, talking about him from left to right.

It's still the same.Aki agent Meituo slumped her shoulders.Fortunately, she was a little worried about Mr. Dazai and Mr. Nakahara when she heard that Black Sheep was restricted from moving in the police station, but they didn't change at all.

If you want to talk about why Qiu Daimei appeared on the street, you have to start with Nanmu Village. Since the Shenqi Yulizi case, the leg thief's actions seem to have stopped. It is clear that they committed crimes so frequently before, but now But he disappeared for a long time.For this reason, Nanmu Village felt very anxious, and always felt that the matter would not end like this, but he couldn't get the key to crack it.Coupled with Aizawa Arima's troubles a while ago, his temper became more irritable, and he simply drove Aki Daimi, who was always in the way, out for vacation.

"Maybe it's because I'm not capable enough to help everyone." Qiu Daimei put a cup of tea in front of Osamu Dazai, sat on the worn-out cushion opposite him, and forced a smile, "But that's fine too. , I may not have seen my father for a long time."

Because there is nowhere to go for the time being, and Aki Daimi is worried about him wandering out alone, Dazai accepted Aki Daimi's invitation to come to her house as a guest.But when he came to this narrow, damp, and dilapidated rental room, he understood Qiu Limei's family background and the origin of her introverted personality.

A middle-aged man with long hair, an apron, and women's clothing came out of the kitchen, smiled at Osamu Dazai honestly, handed him a simple pastry, and then lovingly touched Akiyomi's head, saying a word Without saying a word, he walked in again.

"I'm sorry that there is nothing to entertain you." Qiu Daimei lowered her head apologetically, "My mother disappeared when I was very young, and my father pretended to be like this to take care of my loss of mother."

Osamu Dazai took a sip of tea: "Is that the woman in the wheelchair?"

Akiyodaimi followed Dazai Osamu's gaze, and there was a family portrait on the cabinet below the clock, on which a woman in a wheelchair smiled peacefully.She finally smiled: "You really can't hide anything from your eyes."

"Because you look a little alike." Osamu Dazai supported his head with one hand, and rubbed the rim of the teacup with the other hand, his illusory smiling face was reflected on the water surface with tea stems floating on it.

"Are you similar? My mother and I?" Qiu Limei lost her mind for a moment when she heard this sentence, but she quickly returned to her usual appearance and smiled shyly: "Because my mother is a very beautiful person, so I I always thought that it was impossible for someone like me to be half-like to her."

"So why did you disappear? Your mother's legs and feet are not convenient."

"That's exactly what we were wondering about." Qiu Daimei lowered her eyes and said in a surprisingly flat tone, "We didn't live here at that time. On ordinary afternoons and when we came back from school, there was no mother in the house, and we were everywhere. I couldn't find it, I asked the neighbors, I asked the police, but I still found nothing. My father was devastated, gave up his job, sold the original bungalow and moved here. My father and I are wondering if my mother is tired of staying with us By her side—because there is no trace of outsiders breaking into the house. And she is such an excellent and perfect person, she should go to a better place."

The atmosphere is a bit heavy, and the tea stalks are floating on the water.

Qiu Daimei suddenly took a deep breath: "I'm sorry for saying these words, but now my father and I are living happily, and that's enough."

Osamu Dazai also smiled back and picked up his teacup.

He smelled crime just now.Just in the courtyard that afternoon.in the mouth of the man who uttered it.

"Speaking of which..." Qiu Meimei seemed to think of something, "How is Mr. Zhongyuan recently?"

The floor of the police headquarters was creaked by leather shoes, and the coat that was draped behind him raised a gust of wind with the brisk pace.

In the corridor, no matter who was holding the documents or discussing the case, they couldn't help but stop what they were doing, and looked at the person walking in the middle of the corridor in unison, with expressions as if they had seen a ghost.

"He's just..." whispered.

"You can't go wrong...Mad Dog..."

"What is he doing here.... Didn't he shoot Officer Aizawa's son and be restricted from moving..." Xi Xisuo.

"I heard that he was fighting with a suspected leg thief and wounded Officer Aizawa's son by mistake... It's too useless..."

The person walking in front suddenly stopped, and then slowly turned to the policeman who spoke just now, the pair of blue eyes behind the thin cap chain were full of coldness: "What did you say?"

The man was scared out of his wits: "Hey!! What, nothing!"

The other party clicked his tongue, pressed his hat and turned to leave.

"So, here should be..."

With a sound of "Kang Dang", Nan Mucun was leaning on the table and gesticulating with his subordinates to analyze the case, when suddenly the door was kicked open forcefully, and it bounced back heavily.

"who!"

A few subordinates were about to draw their guns, but Nanmu Village hurriedly stopped them, his beard flicked, and his eyebrows raised: "Get out! Get out!"

The subordinate put away the pistol resentfully.

Nan Mucun stood at the door and watched them leave before closing it, no, covering the distorted door, holding back his anger: "You guys from the Zhongyuan family never knock on the door?"

"The premise is that you don't lock the door." Zhong Yuanzhong also pulled away the chair in front of the desk, and frowned the moment he sat down - the chair was really uncomfortable, but he quickly returned to his arrogant madness.He crossed his legs, "Where is Osamu Dazai?"

Someone sent him a text message this morning telling him to go to the headquarters.Although it is an unfamiliar number and has not been signed, the literary and disgusting language of Bala shows that it comes from Osamu Dazai

"How do I know? Isn't he your partner?" Nan Kimura saw Nakahara Chuya's face darken in the middle of speaking, and immediately changed his tone, "I haven't seen him before."

As soon as he finished speaking, his mobile phone on the table rang, and it kept vibrating.

Nanmu Village looked at Chuya Nakahara, and Nakahara Nakaya stared back with a look of looking at what I was doing. Nanmu Village's lungs were about to explode. It makes sense for him to stay when someone else answers the phone, right?What is he suffering this crime for?Angrily grabbing the phone, he said "Hello" in a rough voice.

Taking advantage of this time, Nakahara got up and went to the water dispenser in the corner of the office to pour water for himself.

When they agreed to act separately, Nakahara thought they could share information through other means, but the result was that Osamu Dazai really couldn't get in touch.The man's behavior is always so erratic, so depressingly angry.

"The file bag? There are clues about the murderer in it? Are you serious, Mr. Dazai?"

When he heard the name, Nakahara Chuya spouted out half of the water he had just drank, and immediately wiped his mouth to grab the phone. Nan Kimura stared at Zhongyuan Nakahara snatched his phone and fed it for a long time Without a sound, he fell directly to the ground.

"Where are others!?" Zhongyuan Zhong also went crazy.

"...He didn't say anything." Nan Kimura suddenly felt that the previous days when he failed to hunt down the murderer was not as exhausting as this moment. What crime did he commit in his previous life and owe these two bastards, "I just said that there is something to be sent over."

It just so happened that someone rushed in with a file bag outside the door and shouted, "The police officer has something for you." The twisted door fell down after being pushed by the other party.

The whole office fell silent.

Nan Mucun covered his face, feeling that he might need a few sedatives, he weakly pointed at Nakahara Chuya with his chin: "Give him the things, Dazai told him to have a look at the things inside."

"Who is the person who brought the things here?" Nakahara Chuya asked.

"Yes, it's a flower seller. She said that a gentleman came to the street early in the morning and asked her to deliver something to the police station at this time."

Damn Osamu Dazai, Nakahara Chuya cursed bitterly in his heart.

"Oh, by the way, Central Plains." Nanmu Village suddenly regained his composure, "Dazai said you have a way to lure out the leg thief..."

"He farts!"

"..."

With a horrified expression of the destruction of the world, he said something inappropriate, and there was no one except Zhong Yuanzhong.

What Nakahara Chuya thought in his heart was: that bastard Dazai Osamu had even told Namiki Village about his life, why didn't he just start over again?

What Nanmucun thought in his heart was: Is it so difficult for me to shamelessly ask for help from the intelligence network of the underworld?

The two of them bowed their heads with their own thoughts, and Zhong Yuanzhong also opened the brown file bag. He was stunned for a moment, but there were no files in it, only a camera.

TBC