Yokohama First Reconstruction Division

That was about a week after the casino incident.

In this night raid on the casino, the "Five Decays of Heaven and Man" showed their prominence prematurely and attracted unnecessary attention.The people involved in this matter, after sorting out all the clues, finally recovered from their busy schedule.

Bai Mu completely disappeared from everyone's sight.

But his sense of existence has become stronger than ever.

After that night, Bai Mu unilaterally cut off all ties with them. The friends of the Armed Detective Agency, who maintained the friendship of gentlemen, were very concerned about his safety, but they could no longer find this person.

No matter what clues they obtained, this "government" department obviously expressed great interest in another participant-Sigma.

Along with Shiraki, Sigma disappeared.

Bai Mu obviously likes this piece of fat very much, and still hides it in his hands for a price.

All parties are eager to try Bai Mu's supernatural powers and intelligence. The stakeholders in the open and in the dark have intricate purposes and different backgrounds.But when people came and went, a strange thing happened... Baimu's house was there, and no one had ever entered it.

After gently repelling the first batch of tempters, Bai Mu's methods became tougher. Some people who tried to sneak into his house in the middle of the night, Bai Mu shot directly and seriously injured him.

And they don't know how these people were recruited. After a few down, they finally temporarily shocked those onlookers with malicious intentions.

Unfathomable powerful strength is the greatest deterrent of words.After Bai Mu showed his aggressiveness, no one really dared to test it easily in a short time.

A week later, when Osamu Dazai came to visit, he carried an umbrella.

It was raining continuously outside the house, and a storm passed by the ocean, bringing continuous torrential rain that lasted for several days.

The temperature was very cold, and the moment Dazai put on the white wooden doorknob, the door opened automatically.

Bai Mu stood by the door, and he seemed to have known about his visit for a long time.

Dazai inserted his hands back into his windbreaker, until this moment, the cold and wet from the metal doorknob spread to his heart from his fingertips.

Dazai showed a nice smile, "I thought you wouldn't see me, Shiraki."

"Why not? You came later than I thought." Bai Mu looked calm and asked casually, "I haven't seen you for a few days. Are you blind? Why are you wearing a bandage?"

Hearing the question from the person in front of him, Dazai finally got a chance to complain. His iris-colored eyes were full of grievances, and even his voice became listless, "Didn't Xiao Shiraki send my sheep to the pack of wolves? This week Come on, look at Mr. Mori's posture... He really wanted to hit me hard. A bullet grazed the forehead, so I wrapped it with a bandage... Xiao Shiraki, I've had a hard time this week. "

So Bai Mu understood, "So you were beaten."

Dazai's upright standing posture gradually softened, and he hung on the door like a mollusk without a spine, "Well... I'm already like this, Xiao Shiraki won't be angry anymore, right? ?”

"Yeah." Bai Mu moved the door away, his pair of very stylish red phoenix eyes were bent, with a slight light of sincerity, "I'm not angry anymore, seeing you in such a miserable state... we're even."

So Dazai also laughed, and the two of them were like children who exposed each other's faults and made ugly fights. After they got angry, they turned to each other.

The way Shiraki smiled, his cheeks looked cute, and he finally had the appearance of his age.Dazai saw it, and suddenly wanted to pinch his face.

But remembering that the two had just reconciled, Dazai for the time being held back this operation that might make the children furious.

Dazai put away his umbrella and walked into the room. As soon as he entered, he keenly discovered that the style of Shiraki's house had changed.

The room is still the original layout, all the curtains are tightly drawn, and the lights are so bright that people lose the sense of time passing.

The original scary skeleton models and various human body structure diagrams in the living room were all put away by white wood, and replaced by pots of mint grass or bluegrass that are easy to nourish and have a pleasant fragrance. The whole room exudes a simple but refreshing atmosphere. breath after the rain.

...As if all of a sudden, Bai Mu abandoned his original manners and pursuits, and began to live seriously.

"The new arrangement is very nice, Xiao Shiraki. It suddenly makes people feel happy." Dazai found the most comfortable sofa chair in Shiraki's living room to sit on, "I heard from Tun that you haven't go to school?"

With his back turned to Dazai, Shiraki seemed to be looking for something in the corner cabinet in the living room, and at the same time replied, "Is this? ... I submitted an application for suspension of school."

Dazai, who was lying on the sofa chair, widened his eyes slightly in surprise, turned his head to the side, and followed Shiraki's back.

Shiraki walked over with a medical kit in his arms, "Your forehead is injured, and your eyes are tied up with bandages? Wake up, you are no longer a 15-year-old boy... This is too high school."

The criticized Dazai wilted, allowing Shiraki's hand to loosen the gauze from his eyes.Shiraki handled the wound on his forehead very skillfully, and even used supernatural powers to change a bandage into a shape that fits the wound on his forehead.

Feeling the touch of Shiraki's slender fingers on his forehead, a certain mackerel quickly recovered and smiled: "Xiao Shiraki still cares about me."

Shiraki threw the medical cotton and cotton swabs that had been treated on the wound into the trash can, and when he came back, he saw a roll of bandages in his home medical kit, and pretended not to see it, "No, I don't care. I just hope that in the past two days, your image can be a little more refreshing and not too sloppy."

Sure enough, Dazai felt that there was something subtly wrong with Shiraki today from the beginning to the end.He turned his mind and acted like a baby to Bai Mu, "I'm so hungry, and I haven't dared to relax these two days, I don't have time to eat well... Bai Mu, I want to eat the curry rice you made."

Shiraki's answer was once again beyond Osamu Dazai's expectation, "Yes."

Curry is the food that Dazai has asked for at least three times. In fact, apart from stealing it, Dazai has no chance to eat anything Shiraki made himself.

In the past, Shiraki rarely followed Dazai like this.

He seemed to be very focused and calm in doing things today, but Osamu Dazai felt a kind of dissociative indifference.During the period of being in contact with Shiraki, even Dazai had to guess what Xiao Shiraki was thinking from time to time. With such a mood, even Dazai couldn't see the reason for it for a while.

It's like whatever he's doing... is serious and dissociated.

After Shiraki walked into the kitchen, the smile on Dazai's face fell.

The white-haired imp wasn't in Shiraki's house, not even Sigma.

Shiraki makes curry very fast. It only took about 10 minutes. The curry is already stewed and served on the table together with the fragrant white rice.When Dazai was sitting at the table, he was still thinking, why so fast, did he prepare it in advance in anticipation of what he was going to eat?

"Do you want extra spicy?" Bai Mu asked while sitting on the other side of the dining table.

Osamu Dazai ate a spoonful of hot curry, and even his iris-colored eyes sparkled, "It's delicious—Xiao Shiraki really knows how to cook, even if it's spicy, curry should only be eaten when it's usually spicy."

"Actually, I don't like spicy curry very much." Shiraki nodded, then grabbed the chili pepper and poured it on his curry, and adjusted it to hell spiciness in a blink of an eye.

The spiciness of hell is the man they both miss, and their preference for curry has never changed.

Dazai didn't comment on Shiraki's taste, watching Shiraki silently ate three spoonfuls... his face, which was as white as jade, instantly turned cherry red.

Shiraki grabbed the ice water on the table, gulped down half of the glass,

The familiar taste of this curry relaxes the nerves, Dazai Osamu said: "Xiao Shiraki, if you can't eat spicy food, don't be so reluctant."

That pot of hellish curry is topped with a terrifying layer of red chili powder.Shiraki looked at the chili pepper, probably feeling that he still needed to take his time, turned around and opened the chair, walked to the window of the restaurant, and opened the heavy curtains.

Although the outside is still dim and dark, the dim light can also see the wide field of vision outside the house, which makes people feel wider after all.

Shiraki stood by the window and said, "Dazai, you said more than once that you wanted to eat my curry. Later, when I replayed, I found that the first time you doubted my identity was because of the taste of my curry, right?"

"Yes." Dazai admitted frankly, "The night I was in your refrigerator, I stole the first bite of your curry, and I became suspicious... I actually went to that curry shop. "

Bai Mu looked at the dark clouds outside the window: "...It really is so."

At the end of the meal, the storm, which had not yet passed, poured down with rain.

Shiraki waved his hand, and a gust of wind blew up in the restaurant, wrapping the dinner plate on the table that had been eaten by the two of them, obediently ran into the kitchen.

But Shiraki himself stood in front of the window as if fascinated by the sudden storm, unwilling to leave for a long time, "... Dazai, it has been raining for many days, I really want to see the sun."

Dazai came over and stood beside him.

The window is cold and damp, but there are figures reflected on it by the light.

Obviously Dazai was standing beside him, but Shiraki stubbornly described the reaction of the man's facial features from the blurred silhouette on the window glass.

Dazai said softly: "Today's you, I am a little puzzled... I think you seem to have let go of the thing that made you tense before, no matter what it used to be."

He followed Bai Mu's gaze, looking at the cold and heavy rain, "But I feel that it doesn't seem to be completely like this."

Bai Mu smiled lightly, "It's just taking a step and watching, what are you thinking about so much?"

It was raining outside, Dazai turned his head to look at him expectantly, and his voice floated again, "Xiao Shiraki, look at the rain outside... Anyway, it's not the first time, can you let me stay here with you?" ..."

"Okay." Bai Mu nodded again unexpectedly, "The second floor has been built, see if there is anything else you need."

The place where the storage room used to be was turned into a row of wooden stairs with a sense of design. Dazai followed Shiraki up and saw the second floor that never existed before.

On the second floor there is a common rest area and two separate rooms.

The rest area has a smooth and comfortable design style, ranging from the large wooden statues and the natural paintings on the wall to the small design of the light switch and the elegant patterns on the wallpaper. Get the good intentions of the designer.

That simple and elegant bench, from the looks of it, knows that if a person lies on it, it will be very comfortable.One side of the wall is decorated with bookshelves, only a small half of which are filled with books.Dazai walked over and glanced casually, and found that these books were generally famous novels, and the other half were books by authors of various writing techniques.

The remaining half-empty bookcases seem to be in line with the reasonable emptiness because they were packed out in a hurry, but they also seem to be a deliberately reserved space, waiting for someone to fill it up.

The vault on the second floor is actually designed with toughened glass. If the sun is shining, light will come in. But at this time, it is raining heavily. Watching the rain under this glass is even more interesting.

In this simple and elegant environment, there was an empty workbench under the glass. Dazai sat on it for a while, and while praising "ah, this seat is so comfortable", he confirmed one thing.

The height of this workbench is just prepared for people with a height of 180cm or more.

The sense of disharmony in Dazai's heart became more and more intense, but he only experienced the design of the second floor with great interest, and sent his opinion as usual, "It's really amazing, if we put another gorgeous one here Elevated, the kind that can hang people... ah, it's even more perfect."

This rest area connects two rooms.

One room was tightly locked, and Shiraki led Dazai into another room.

This is a fairly comfortable and spacious room with a built-in toilet, which is even higher than the standard that Shiraki lives in downstairs.

Facing the window inside, there is a soft sofa chair that Dazai would like, and a two-meter-long bed, which is big enough to accommodate tall people and sleep comfortably.

In the bathroom, on the marble table gleaming with pearls, there are neatly placed the bathrobes that Dazai once wore, which have obviously been rewashed, and even the toiletries are ready.

Opening the closet, there were even one or two sets of replacement clothes that fit his stature... If he hadn't known about Shiraki's character, Dazai would almost have thought that Shiraki liked him.

Shiraki stood beside him, silently waiting for Dazai to finish his exploration. He looked at Dazai, "Is there anything else you need?"

Dazai showed a clear and bright smile, "I don't need anything! Is Xiao Shiraki specially prepared the room for me? Ah...even the underwear I changed into is my size, how do you know so well?"

After hearing the first half of the sentence, Shiraki turned around and walked down, "The last time you were at my house, didn't you show your underwear to Akutagawa and me?"

Dazai: "..."

This topic suddenly changed color, Dazai remembered Shiraki's identity, and the indecent words that he almost blurted out were stuck in his throat for no reason, and he couldn't say them again.

If this layer of Shiraki's identity is not revealed, Dazai can still make fun of Shiraki casually.But now... Dazai also felt for the first time that his feelings towards Shiraki were very complicated.

Maybe it's because of empathy, maybe it's because of the tacit understanding that he never said, Dazai knows that there are very few people like Shiraki in this world.

He has all the reasons to cherish the child he "takes over", but even he begins to confuse the definition of boundaries.

And Dazai is only about a hundred and eight thousand miles away from a qualified guardian.Fortunately, Shiraki was already 17 years old, if he had been younger, he might have been harmed by Dazai.

Shiraki's slender figure finally disappeared at the end of the stairs.

A bolt of lightning in the sky lit up the night, and Dazai looked at the glass, putting away the smile on his face.

wrong.

Shiraki, he... is very wrong.

After waiting for about ten minutes, Dazai pried open another locked room on the second floor without any psychological burden.

The room is neat and tidy, the floor is spotless, and the layout is extremely exquisite. Every proportion is the most beautiful proportion in architecture, and there is nothing wrong with it.The designers have gone all out.

Elegant, concise and generous, every arrangement has its own way, which is a style that a man will definitely like.

Dazai did not go to the luxurious bathroom with a large bathtub and steam room, he turned on the light and entered the separate cloakroom next to it.

The entire room came into Dazai's eyes.

... These are the new clothes that hang all over the room, all of which are the styles that Odasaku would wear every day. Clothes, because of this little change in proportion, will show a high-end tailoring texture when worn on the body.

But his friend... is long gone.

Why did Shiraki rebuild his home and prepare a cabinet of new clothes for Mioda?

It's almost like... Shiraki was jumping with joy, always ready to welcome Odasaku back to live.

According to the contact just now and the observation during this period, Dazai doesn't think that Shiraki has a mental disorder.

But... that in itself is illogical.

Dazai closed the door of this room, and restored everything to the way it was before he came in, as if he didn't want to disturb the tranquility of this room, he carefully retreated out.

Back in his room, he lay on this comfortable big bed after washing, but couldn't fall asleep at all.

...He must be missing something very important.

Dazai listened to the heavy rain outside the house until three o'clock in the middle of the night.

He closed his eyes and repeatedly combed through all the information at hand.

After all logical possibilities have been ruled out, that unreasonable guess becomes the smoothest new logic.

All the clues... point to a hair-raising truth.

At 03:30 in the morning, Dazai left Shiraki's house silently.

Bai Mu in the bedroom on the first floor opened his eyes, looked at the thick blackout curtains, and whispered: "I hope today... will be sunny."

At a quarter past four in the morning, Dazai appeared at the Yokohama Seaside Cemetery.

There will be no visitors at this time. The sea is filled with thick fog, and only the lighthouse in the distance can be seen, illuminating the way home for travelers under the dark sky.

Dazai's hair was covered with cold morning dew, and the light from the lighthouse turned into a chaotic indifference in his iris-colored eyes.

"There is one thing I have to confirm...Odasaku, you won't blame me, will you?"

Dazai's voice was as thin and hazy as the fog on the sea.

But the shovel in his hand was "inserted" heavily into the soil.