"Next, I should play a melancholic boy with deep pain and sadness in his heart..." Shuji Tsushima said while sitting on the sofa and eating canned crab meat.
Lying on his lap was a calico cat that was spread out like a cat cake and gaining weight day by day.
The TV in front of him was playing a black cat detective based on him.
Bourbon and Scotland were fighting fiercely in the game of chess. After hearing his soliloquy, the blond man said without looking back: "Hasn't this been your position all along?"
Shuji Tsushima thought seriously for a moment, but did not refute Bourbon's words, and even nodded in agreement.
"It's true that I've always been miserable, sad and depressed, so it's no longer enough..."
"I have to act more serious next time..." He touched his chin and spoke thoughtfully.
He said with a heavy expression on his face: "It seems that I should see a psychiatrist again. I feel that I am seriously ill and have gone crazy."
Bourbon and Scotland had a very calm attitude towards this, still tit-for-tat, and occasionally taking the time to give Tsushima Shuuji some responses.
"What is the specific situation?" Bourbon asked in a doctor's usual tone, as if he had transformed into a doctor at this moment.
"I can't tell who I am." Tsushima Shuji looked confused and said melancholy.
"Then who do you think you are now?" Bourbon continued to ask perfunctorily without looking back.
"...I am...ah...who am I?" Tsushima Shuji stood there stunned, his whole figure like a stiff stone sculpture.
Suddenly he stretched out his hands to cover his head, curled up and screamed.
This reaction doesn't seem fake.
But... if you tell too many lies, people will suspect that everything you say is a lie.
"Even if you lie to us, it doesn't make any sense..." Bourbon dropped the chess piece and glanced back.
With just one look, I couldn't turn my head back.
Scotland had already put down his chess pieces, stood up and came to the boy's side.
"Kaa? Kaa?" He stretched out his hand to pat the boy, but did not dare to touch him.
The black-haired boy held his head in his hands and let out a suppressed moan.
"What’s wrong with you?"
"We were deceived by you, can this be over?"
"Hello, Kaa?" Bourbon frowned and looked at the boy lying on the ground.
"...It hurts..." The black-haired boy with wild eyes held his head in his hands, his eyes opened, and his voice trembled.
The snow-white bandage wrapped around his right eye oozed bright red blood bit by bit, gradually smearing away.
The bandage on his right eye dyed a red area.
Blood was also oozing out of his left eye, including his ear, nose, and mouth.
They were all bleeding out.
Now Bourbon and Scotland finally no longer doubt the authenticity. Now they are only worried about what will happen to Kao if this continues.
Because the other person looked... in too much pain.
Even though they had seen Tsushima Shuji vomiting blood in front of others and pretending to be weak and injured many times, they had never seen him show such a painful expression.
"What should I do? Do you want to send it to the teacher?" Bourbon looked at Scotland and asked.
"This is the only way..." Scotland frowned.
Kaa...what happened?
The young man's face was now covered with blood, exuding a sad and broken aura of despair.
Seeing this, the calico cat stuck out his tongue and was about to lick the blood off the young man's face, but his head was held down.
The young man, whose body was in pain a second ago and could not restrain his trembling, seemed to be fine at the moment.
"Don't want to lick everything...teacher?" The boy was a little uncertain when he called the calico cat.
"No...it should be Madara..." He murmured, stroking his forehead.
"Kaa? Are you okay?" Scotland asked, feeling something was wrong.
"Are you... calling me?" The young man with black hair and wild eyes slowly stood up from the ground, looked at the blood on his hands, and looked at his face, which was also covered in blood, with a confused tone.
"Who is that?" he asked.
"...Then who are you now?" Bourbon asked, observing the other party.
"I am..." The black-haired boy with wild eyes stood there, as if lost in memories.
【Dazai——】
【Mr. Dazai——】
【Repair. 】
【Xiu Zhi? Look here. 】
In his memory, he felt like someone was calling him.
The voice of a panicked boy, the gentle and elegant voice of a man...
"Dazai... Shuji?" The young man tilted his head and asked uncertainly.
"...Come with us to find Chablis, there's something wrong with your brain." Bourbon said decisively.
"I understand, I am Dazai Osamu." The black-haired boy looked like he had remembered.
"Wait a minute, I'm going to commit suicide first, and I'll remember everything right away." He said and walked towards the room.
It was obvious that he had chosen a room at random.
Because that's Scotland's room.
"Suicide?" Bourbon twitched his lips.
Suicide What are you doing in Scotland's room? Are you going to die in the Scotland Room?
"Don't waste time, come with me to find Chablis." He said with a headache.
Why did it just... happen like this out of nowhere?
At this moment he really wished that Kaa was acting.
"This doesn't seem to be my room..." The young man stood at the door of Scotland and took a look before going any further.
"Do I have a room here?" He just turned around and asked.
"There." Scotland pointed to Tsushima Shuji's room.
"Thank you." The young man thanked politely and walked into the room.
"Please don't disturb me next time." He said and closed the door.
Bourbon and Scotland stood outside the door, waiting to break in when they heard strange noises inside.
But there was no sound.
In the room across the door, the black-haired boy skillfully found a pistol from his body, put the muzzle of the gun against his temple, and fired without hesitation.
The body fell to the ground as lightly as a kite when there is no wind.
The splashed brains and blood returned little by little to the hole in his temple.
The gray matter in his head squirmed and healed, and the temple, which had a big hole in his skin, also closed again on its own.
He lay on the ground and blinked, then sat up.
"Ah, it hurts." He shook his head, feeling like the bullet was lodged in his brain, but this was just an illusion.
"It seems like I went a little too far..." he said, rubbing his head.
Trying to find a dazed posture, is there anything more dazed than the chaotic state when he was a child and couldn't tell what he was?
So he was going to change himself back to the way he was when he was a child and let go of his memory.
And then it became like that.
"I still feel a little bit unconscious...but this state seems more suitable." He stood up again, his voice was lazy.
"That's it, I won't recover for the time being." He sighed.
This state is now more suitable for the upcoming plot.
