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    Thousands of miles to send people's heads, the courtesy is light and affectionate.

    The "date" of the day ends, and the night comes.

    For his "Dororo", Hakukimaru overcomes the phobia of a large number of people, as if holding hands gave him infinite courage, making the lonely beast willing to step into the eyes of the world. In order to adjust Hyakkimaru's mental state, Osamu Dazai accompanies him all the way to wander around, to see those mediocre and happy places for him.

    Dazai Osamu was slightly infected by the peaceful atmosphere of the Qimu brothers' hometown, and stopped saying boring words here.

    People are different.

    Some people are destined to keep their peace and start a family, and some people have never considered such a thing. This small town is the epitome of ordinary life. Occasionally, several extraordinary people who are out of level are born. They will not break the rhythm of other people's lives, but choose to use this place as their spiritual home.

    "Hakukimaru, I still prefer Yokohama."

    Dazai Osamu said to Baikimaru on the bus, while Baikimaru was addicted to looking at the scenery outside the window.

    [Ancient means of transport...the speed is so fast, there is an afterimage of the fire. 】

    "But Baiguiwan is different."

    【The prosperity of human beings...】

    "Haiguiwan likes ordinary and kind people, and they can give Baiguiwan a sense of security."

    【Dororo, are we going home? ? 】

    Hakukimaru regained his senses and found that the intensity of human flames was increasing.

    Dazai Osamu did not like playing with mobile phones as much as the people of today, but moved Baiguimaru's fingers to and fro, never tired of playing, "I really want to know how the world is displayed in your mind in Baiguimaru's cognition. In the mind, are all people floating like ghosts, or emitting different rays of light." The

    fourteen-year-old Osamu Dazai suddenly felt a little unnatural when he found that Hyakkimaru was "looking" at himself intently.

    Dazai Osamu whispered: "Do I look dirty now?"

    Is it all ugly and sinful...

    When the bus went to the underground tunnel, Dazai Osamu's eyes turned dark for a moment, and he came into contact with Hyakkimaru or something. In a world that can't be seen clearly, only the prosthetic limbs that hold the temperature in his hands are holding him.

    He deceived other people's skins to be meaningless in the dark, and the soul became the most important sign.

    "..."

    Dazai Osamu's face was gloomy.

    Should he ask the bottom members of the port mafia for advice on how to cleanse the whole process of soul?

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