【Taizhong】The Aesthetics of Legs

My mother is a flower arrangement artist.She kept telling me to "cull" any imperfections.

I have always kept it in mind.

My mother is a very beautiful person, with long black hair and soft facial features. Outsiders say that I can't even compare to one tenth of her, even though I never thought of becoming a person like her.Her favorite thing to do in her spare time is to arrange flowers. Sitting in a wheelchair, she faces the coffee table to study different patterns, and then picks up the scissors according to the pictures in the book, and clicks.

Her legs were lost in a car accident. At that time, I was still a baby, and I only knew that she was a famous dancer before the car accident.Of course, no one has survived this transition from heaven to hell.

I have been immersed in the sound of her screaming and throwing things without any warning since I was a child. Whether it is eating or doing homework, she is always likely to have an attack in the next second.I once got hit by a glass she threw just after I came back from school, and miraculously lost a lot of blood without passing out.

After she wakes up, she always hugs me and cries, lamenting why she has such a bad fate, and worrying over and over again why I can't be as good as she used to be.

Why can't you be like Tomoko, mother wailed.

I am ordinary, too ordinary.It's not the same as the playmate Tomoko who grew up with him. Tomoko is beautiful, cheerful and versatile in style. The most important thing is that he never dislikes walking with the ordinary me.

She is perfect, the perfect host in my mother's ideal, and also the perfect host in my ideal.Like my mother, I seem to have an extraordinary obsession with beauty.

Perhaps people living in the dark always want to catch something.

It was a life that couldn't have been worse, until one day it completely fell apart.

When I was 12 years old, I went home. As soon as I opened the door, I saw my mother lying in a pool of blood and my father standing on the stairs.Father is a cowardly and incompetent person, just a low-income clerk, living humblely under the glory of his mother.

Ri, Rimi, it's not what you see!She happened to be on the second floor at that time, and she was trying to rush at me with scissors!I, I just pushed her away!

Father's expression twisted into a ball, and he suddenly squatted down with his head in his arms.I will turn myself in.

He said painfully and decisively.

Ah... this may be a little troublesome, I think.I don't want to be an orphan or the child of a murderer, and I still want to go to school with Tomoko the next day.

Dad, let's bury Mom and say she's missing.When I said that, my tone was so calm that even I was startled.So did the father, apparently.

Mom is a very gentle person, and she definitely doesn't want Dad to go to jail, and I don't want to go to an orphanage either.I said softly, if I said so, my father would definitely do it, and in fact he did, although he seemed to have a very disturbed conscience.

We moved my mother to the backyard and were going to bury her under her favorite flowers.

dad.I suddenly stopped my father who was going to get the shovel.I want my mother to be perfectly buried in the ground.

For things that are not perfect, we should get rid of them.

We solemnly buried my mother's legs in separate places from the "perfect" mother.Then my father and I leaned on each other and looked at the two fresh soil slopes on the ground, like two helpless seas.

That day our lives could never be reorganized again.

But it doesn't matter, I still have Tomoko, that is the community of my mother's beliefs, as long as Tomoko's smile is still there, it is still perfect, just like my mother is still living by our side, I still have the motivation to work hard.

But she ruined it all.

On that day four years ago, we were going to prepare the celebration banquet after I was admitted to the police academy in that rented room. I did as well, and it didn't matter to me what to do.Tomoko also came that day, her temperament was incompatible with the dilapidated house, she jumped into my room while I was cooking in the kitchen like a dexterous elf, and peeked at my diary.

Yes, she knew about my horrible memories.

When I found her, she showed the same expression as when my father killed my mother.

Yes, I'm sorry, I didn't, I didn't mean to read it.She stood up in fright, and the diary on her lap fell to the ground, her face turning pale.

What did she hope to see in my diary?Fond memories of growing up with her?I'm so sorry, it's just dark stuff in there.

Tomoko trampled and crushed all the hopes I had placed in her.Not because she knew my secret, but because her "peeking" was ugly.

She is not perfect anymore.

There seemed to be a hole in my heart, and the sound of something breaking rang in my ears.I once saw a book in the library, in which the protagonist divided the people in the world into two categories: one is a great person who has the "right" to kill people, and the other is lice for reproduction.I still hold the kitchen knife for cutting vegetables in my hand, and Tomoko may be trembling because of this.

Rimi, your expression, your expression is terrifying.she whispered.

Yeah?My expression is scary?I clenched the kitchen knife in my hand, and my thoughts were spinning rapidly, so which category am I?

Do I have the "right" to correct the imperfections in this world?Am I a great man, or am I a louse?

Then I finally came to a conclusion.

My father didn't know where Tomoko ended up going, and certainly didn't know where the girls I killed in the end went, and he innocently wanted to make up for my lost motherly love, making himself look funny.

And I was looking for Tomoko's shadow in this world, exercising my right to "correct" like a ghost.

It's raining.I was wearing a windbreaker, with warm blood on my hands, breathing like a newborn baby.

All people in the world have sinned and have fallen short of the aesthetics of being human.

It has been more than a month since the TTOL case was closed.Qiu Daimei's identity has been concealed, and now no one cares about her whereabouts and life or death. Her father was found with a knife stuck in his chest in his kitchen, and it was preliminarily identified as suicide.

Takeuchi Yuichi entered the prison. Shenqi Yulizi's parents once demanded the execution of the murderer in grief and indignation, but the police have not given an answer to this.His way of committing crimes and mind has a very high reference value for hunting down other similar perverted murder cases. The warden of the prison where Osamu Dazai is working is very eager to get the material of Yuichi Takeuchi.

Aizawa Arima finally woke up in the hospital. Although he was slapped by his father just after waking up, it was thanks to the joint efforts of several doctors that he was not beaten by Aizawa Arima and entered the operating room again.

"Is this your aesthetic?"

The prisoner in the opposite glass wall was "excited" for the long-unheard suicide tutorial, his face was blue, while the young man in a white coat sitting opposite him was concentrating on reading a diary.Fingertips across the last line, the other party lowered his eyes and sighed.

It may be that the doctor has never seen such a serious expression, and the prisoner is obviously taken aback.

"Oh~ Suzuki-kun, you seem to be very looking forward to the next class!" Osamu Dazai closed the diary with a snap, with a brisk tone and a hearty smile.

The prisoner's face obviously changed again, screaming and covering his ears, he ran to the corner of the cell.

And in the "Complete Suicide Manual" that is like a book of hell to the prisoner, there is a note in black on a white background, which is a new task that Osamu Dazai has received:

[The mad dog needs psychological treatment. 】

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