I was so afraid of society that I wore a cosplay

I believe you will never do this next time!

Qianji Kazumi made a face, wiped the tears from Xiao Qingmei's face, and picked up the clothes bag that fell on the ground.

Asking Xiao Qingmei to go to the bathroom to wash up, he closed the door and began to think deeply.

How did Osamu Dazai find him?

Obviously, the other party deliberately avoided him and specifically found Xiao Qingmei.

Want to know information about another world?

Or judge their danger?

After Fujiwara Megumi came out from the shower, he saw his best friend sitting on the bed thinking about something. He pursed his lips, feeling a little embarrassed, "You're back..."

Ah ah ah ah ah! What a shame!

It's so shameful to cry when someone scares you.

I was also caught by my best friend T^T

Kazumi raised her head and waved to him, "Come here."

The orange-haired boy walked over obediently and was hugged tightly by the man. There was a sudden weight on his head, "I'm sorry."

Hey, my bestie is apologizing?

I was just about to move when I heard him say in a deep voice: "It's too dangerous to let you alone. Let's act together from now on."

ha?

No!

The society is afraid of refusing to go out——!

As his best friend, how could he not know what Xiao Qingmei was thinking? Kazumi hugged him, pinched his pale face that had not seen the sun for many years, and said slowly, "Maybe you want to meet Dazai again by chance in the future. rule?"

Megumi Fujiwara, who wanted to struggle, stiffened slightly after hearing this.

Osamu Dazai?

Is it the fear of society or Osamu Dazai?

The young man's eyes were red and he looked at him with a hint of grievance, "I don't even want it."

Chiki Kazumi took a breath.

Nakahara Chuuya himself has long and narrow eyes with sharp edges, a beautiful and delicate face with a hint of scorn, and a strong aura between his eyebrows and eyes.

But if you change it to Qingmei, every move she makes is nothing but cute.

It's soft and like a rabbit, not to mention the red eyes now, it's more like that.

Kazumi rubbed his orange hair, "Do you know what you look like now?"

? The orange-haired boy who had his hair pulled like a rabbit had a small question mark on his head.

There was a hint of smile in Kazumi's voice, "It's like a child who has been wronged and complains to an adult that I don't want it - how about Chuuya calling me Mori daddy?" His expression was full of evil expectations.

Fujiwara Megumi: "..." He called his best friend on the head with an expressionless expression.

What are you dreaming about all day long? I see you just want to hear me call your dad in the voice of Nakahara Chuuya.

But thanks to his best friend making such a fuss, he calmed down after being frightened by Osamu Dazai.

Start talking about what Dazai Osamu said to him.

Qianji Kazumi listened quietly for a while and said: "So, he asked you if you have ever had turbidity? And about Araba vomiting?"

"Ah."

Chiji Kazumi's eyes moved slightly, and she started thinking while holding Xiao Qingmei.

Osamu Dazai came over and asked, "Nakahara Chuuya has never opened filth before"?

What does he want to do?

In other words, what does he want to know?

Of course he would not believe that Osamu Dazai would inquire about this for no reason.

You need a reason. What is it again?

He wouldn't want to include Qingmei in his script.

and many more!

Qianji and Meiwei opened their eyes wide. It was because he had misunderstood. He thought that he and Qingmei were ordinary people, but now they were destined to be impossible to become ordinary people because of their identities as the leaders and cadres of Hong Kong and Mafia.

And in the Central Plains.

Hong Kong's Black Combat Power Ceiling - Aang Ba Tu's personal safety device, who doesn't want to have it in his hands?

So what did Osamu Dazai try out...

He glanced at Qingmei who was in a daze, and there was a 90% chance that Osamu Dazai had determined the fact that he had never killed anyone in the Central Plains.

The difference is huge.

Even though they have similar faces and abilities.

But he doesn't have that kind of temperament that goes deep into the darkness.

Not to mention that after entering this world, they first did not lose their memory and forgot their past and name, and secondly, they did not gain the synchronic memory of their cosplayers.

This makes them look more different.

The more Qian Ji and Mei thought about it, the more they frowned. It was too troublesome.

If I had known better, I shouldn't have left in a hurry and accepted my identity as a peer from another world.

To confirm, he asked Qingmei: "Did he ask you about other things or situations?"

Fujiwara Megumi shook his head, "No more." He added, "Is there something wrong?"

Thinking of Osamu Dazai's expression that was about to darken, he said with a guilty conscience, "I must have said something wrong."

Patting Xiao Qingmei's head, Qianji Kazumi encouraged: "No, you did a good job. The filth and the vomiting have nothing to do with you, so don't think too much about it." Qingmei is not Nakahara Chuuya himself, so she doesn't care if she knows it. usefulness.

As for Dazai?

No matter what he thinks, anyway, if his force is not worth it and he cannot threaten himself, the worst he can do is take Qingmei and leave Yokohama first to stay away from this group of dangerous people.

……

The conversation in the earphones came to an end. Dazai Osamu took off the earphones, rubbed his ears, and thought about the passage casually.

[The filthiness and wild vomiting have nothing to do with you in the first place]

This means that Zhongyuan Zhongya is no longer a safety device for Huang Ba Tu? Or does it have other intentions?

‘There’s a call...answer the call’

‘There’s a call...answer the call’

Just as the phone rang twice, it was picked up, "Moses, Moses, this is Osamu Dazai."

"Dazai!!! Where did you bastard go? Come back to work quickly -!" A huge roar came from the mobile phone. Dazai Osamu had the foresight to move it farther away, covered his ears with one hand and said: "Kunikida's voice is so loud that my ears are going deaf~"

"Asshole!! Did you commit suicide again!!!" the other party asked alertly.

"No." Osamu Dazai said in a very aggrieved tone, "I just went to visit a kitten."

"cat?"

"Stray cat?"

"No~" Dazai Osamu's smile became vague, and the light in his kite-colored eyes faded slightly, "It's a domestic kitten."

"In short, he is a domestic kitten that is more obedient than my puppy." I emphasized it at the end.

As his current partner, Kunikida Doppo was confused, "When did you get a dog again?"

As for Dazai Osamu, the guy who commits suicide every three days, steals credit cards every day, and can barely feed himself, how about raising a dog?

Don't harm the dog.

Dazai Osamu pouted when he heard this, "Although the dog is disobedient and often bites people, I am a good master."

"It's just very disgusting."

"..." No, maybe that dog also hates you to death.

Adjusting his glasses, he warned: "Stop talking nonsense, come back to work quickly." and hung up the phone.

Listening to the beeping sound of his cell phone, Dazai Osamu groaned.

"I didn't lie."

Whether it was Nakahara Chuuya who wanted to be his dog for the rest of his life or the domestic kitten who had his thorns pulled out and put away his claws.

What he said was all the truth.