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Chapter 38 Death
After a few days again, when I saw Okawa Masato this time, I basically couldn't recognize him.

Describe haggard.

The whole person really looks like a skeleton wrapped in leather walking outside.

He came here through the wind and snow.

Another heavy snowfall almost buried the skinny man directly.

"This is all the wine money, and it's all paid off."

Okawa Masato's voice was hoarse like two stones rubbing against each other, if you didn't listen carefully, you couldn't hear what he was saying at all.

"Mr. Okawa, what's the matter with you?" Bei Daoju asked with concern.

"It's okay, at least the debt has been settled. It's easy." When Okawa Masato gave the money this time, he was not as nostalgic as the meeting, but with an unprecedented sense of freedom.

It looks as if everything has been dropped.

"It looks like Mr. Okawa has solved a big thing."

"Yes, that's right. There is another big thing waiting for me to solve. After this thing is done..."

"Then is it convenient to ask what is the big deal?"

"That was a ceremony." Masato Okawa said excitedly.

His eyes are bright.

He was very excited and said to Bei Daoju that it was an absolutely grand ceremony, which could definitely wash away the dirty things all over his body and bring him back to life.

While talking, a gust of cold wind came out, and he shivered.

"Why is it still snowing in this weather?"

Bei Daoju tightened his clothes and raised his head to look at the sky: "After a while, it will be spring, and there should be no more snow."

"Spring, it sounds so far away."

"Not far away, maybe in two months."

"Two months is still far away..."

The two fell silent at the same time.

The cold wind just passed through the crack of the door, bringing out a little whining sound.

It's just that what they heard outside the door was particularly obvious.

After a while, Bei Daoju suddenly asked: "Mr. Okawa, I want to ask... how do you view life."

"Life?" Originally, Masato Okawa wanted to say some jokes about himself to make Bei Daoju happy, but when he turned his head and saw Bei Daoju's very serious eyes, he fell silent.

"Life is the most precious thing." He thought for a while: "I think life must be the purest thing in this world, and it cannot be polluted in any way."

"I think I should be the person who loves life the most."

"But I'm a rotten person who seems a little... unworthy of life."

Bei Dao Kou didn't speak, but let Okawa Masato babble a lot.

Masato Okawa looks a bit abnormal today.

Sweeping away the decadence of the past, although his body looks very weak, he can feel the energy he has finally squeezed out of his bones.

When he said this, his eyes kept looking around: "I suddenly discovered that this world is still beautiful."

"I like this gesture very much." Okawa Masato gestured to the shape of a seagull, and said to Bei Daomao, "Because I think seagulls must be the purest and freest creatures in the world. They live above the sea, without Others can affect them."

As he spoke, it was as if a switch had been turned on. His tone and breathing became rapid, and his body began to tremble slightly.

"I drink too much, go whoring, parasitize, and even dress as a woman's clothes when I have no money. But only I know that I am a good child like a god.

understand the truth
It is not me who is wrong, but my father, and even the whole world..."

Okawa Masato suddenly became insane: "Damn it, really damn it, why did you defile my soul!!!"

"It's all bastards, it's all bastards, it's all..."

He roared on the snow like crazy, running out while roaring, stumbling.

In the night sky, on the snow, like a seagull that just learned to fly, it wobbles into the distance...

Okawa Masato yelled like crazy to startle the drinkers in the house.

Everyone hurried to the door to check the situation.

And Boss Ito also rushed out, fearing that Masato Okawa would not pay back the money and would do something bad to Bei Daoju.

"Why did this bastard, Yaren, go crazy all of a sudden!"

"He didn't do anything to you, young man."

"I didn't hit you. If I said I hit you, I have to call the police. I've been upset with this bastard for a long time."

……

After everyone greeted in a hurry, they saw the figure running and jumping like crazy in the distance.

Everyone shouted at the door, seeing that there was nothing to do, they went into the house to drink again.

Oshima Kazuya also ran out with the others before, and he breathed a sigh of relief after seeing that Kitajima Kou was fine.

"What's up with him?"

"Because of cowardice, I am running away from life."

"Cowardly? Then run from life?"

"That's it."

……

A few days later, on another snowy night, the door of the tavern was knocked open by a familiar drinker.

Holding a newspaper in his hand, he yelled loudly when he first entered the door.

"Dead! Dead! Dead!"

Such words made the original noise of the wine house directly suppressed to silence, and then they were like a stone falling into the sea, stirring up thousands of waves.

"What's dead?"

"Who died?"

"what's the situation?"

Bei Daoju suddenly thought of something bad, his eyes gradually widened, and he squeezed towards the newspaper among the crowd.

"This morning, in the house of Masato Okawa's good friend, he was found to have hanged himself."

roar~
Everyone looked at each other.

died?

Masato Okawa committed suicide?
That's it... dead.

But wasn't it fine some time ago?
It seems that it is a bit unacceptable for a person who has been shouting to die in his mouth to die suddenly.

It's like a piece of dog skin plaster that has been sticking to it all the time, and it can't be torn off every day. Then one morning, when I got used to its existence, it fell off quietly.

The others were still chattering about the news of Okawa Masato's death, and at the same time began to discuss the things he had done before and those dilapidated things.

And Kitajima finally saw the newspaper.

It was clearly written that he committed suicide by hanging himself.

So... is this the so-called ceremony?
Bei Daoju suddenly felt that he was hit hard by something.

Then the heart was beating fast.

A life is like this...

It was still snowing outside.

Unknowingly, he remembered the way Masato Okawa stumbled, ran and jumped away in that so-called seagull-like posture that night...

Life becomes an endless exile burdened with raging lust and guilt.

A series of painful scars make people experience pleasure.

Hands freeze into solitary gestures in the dark, and lives migrate like birds.

He seems to have been disqualified from the world before.

(End of this chapter)