[Comprehensive] Pass me the fire

I don't think there is anything more tragic than dying with Osamu Dazai in this world.

So I didn't say a word, just grabbed the other man's collar with one hand, threw him to the co-pilot's seat, and then sat on it by myself.Although I don't have my own driver's license now, I know how to drive as long as I simply look at the various equipment in the car.

I grabbed the steering wheel with both hands, looked straight ahead with both eyes, there was no extra expression on my face, I just quietly let Osamu Dazai play with my hair.To be honest, I don't look very tidy now, after all, I just rescued a helpless woman from the explosion and sea of ​​fire, and I don't have extra free time to tidy myself up.

Needless to say, the wound on my hand, the skirt on my body has also become dusty - this skirt was bought by Mori Ogai for me when I went shopping with Alice. According to Mori Ogai's unique aesthetics, I originally I thought it would be very gaudy, but I didn't expect it to be a regular black skirt.

"Isn't that good? Even if it's stained with blood, it won't be easy to see," Mori Ogai said with a secret smile on his face, "I think it will suit you."

In addition, the ends of my hair were also slightly curled and blackened due to the burning. Osamu Dazai grabbed a strand of my hair and pinched it in his hands, wrapping it around his thin and long fingers from time to time, playing with my hair Hair isn't fun, but Dazai seems to be in it.

I originally thought of this as a silly behavior of elementary school students during class, until Osamu Dazai suddenly took out a pair of sharp scissors and started gesticulating against my hair.

I took a breath, and the direction of the car was slightly deflected, dangerously passing by the vehicle next to me.I unconsciously became vigilant, I don't like someone approaching me with a sharp weapon, let alone this person is Osamu Dazai.I turned my face to the side, and gave the other party a cold look, and said in a bad tone: "May I ask what are you going to do?"

Osamu Dazai rattled the small scissors in his hand, and replied: "Cut your hair for you. When you go to see the leader of the underworld, at least keep it clean and tidy. This look is not good. I am thinking of you. oh."

I rejected him briefly: "I can do it myself."

"You don't need to be so polite, I have quite a lot of experience in how to trim women's hair," Osamu Dazai said in a brisk voice, even looking a little unceremoniously complacent, "Junko, Mamiko and Eri all praised pass me."

Junko... Ah, I have heard of this name a little bit, she is the woman who once sent bombs to the port mafia.

In this regard, senior Anwu also commented coldly and viciously, if Osamu Dazai continued to move the hearts of young ladies so heartlessly, he would definitely be murdered by the sick and delicate young ladies before the age of 20, and then built into cement Sink into the port of Yokohama.

Before I opened my mouth to refuse again, Osamu Dazai took the opportunity to cut off a small section of my hair, and put it in a transparent plastic bag prepared in advance. As if it was some important murder evidence.

Me: "...What is this?"

Hearing this, Osamu Dazai blinked his eyes, and started talking nonsense again without changing his face: "Is this? That's how it is. I plan to use this to cast the magic that will make you fall in love with me."

I thought about it and denied his statement: "There is no such thing."

"It's too early to draw conclusions now." Osamu Dazai said, holding the transparent plastic bag containing a small piece of hair to his mouth, as if he just touched the seal with his lips lightly.He stared at me, as if he was smiling, but also as if he didn't, and continued: "I will let you experience it."

I was taken aback for a moment, and then heard him say in his usual out-of-the-ordinary tone: "Ah——I really want Qin to fall in love with me quickly, and then willingly die in love with me! Where can I find this kind of magic?"

I stared at him for a while, but nothing came out of his face.There are more information that can be conveyed by people than imagined, such as subtle facial muscle tremors, subtle changes in expression, and unconscious wandering of eyes. For some reason, I am unusually sensitive to these things, so I can get more information. A lot of unknown information.

But I can't see anything in Osamu Dazai.He is like an unfathomable quagmire, or a strange black hole. Once all eyes and sights are cast on him, they will be sucked in immediately. If you are curious about him because of his "unknowable", then everything It's over.

So I stared at it for a moment, then immediately turned my head silently and continued to look at the driveway ahead.It took a long time before he said seriously: "There is no such magic. Even if there is, it is impossible for you to use it."

Osamu Dazai's eyes curled up, but even with such an expression, he was still not smiling: "Oh, so I am such a decent person in your heart?"

"No," I shook my head and continued calmly, "Because Mr. Dazai is a little more unscrupulous than I thought. Magic is too romantic for Mr. Dazai."

Osamu Dazai did not answer my words, but raised the small scissors in his hand, facing my side face.The two sharp blades opened and closed, slowly cutting open my side face, and also shattering his eyes looking at me.

Osamu Dazai slowly raised the corners of his lips, showing an expression that he didn't know if he could call it a smile, and said, "Qin, I'm going to continue trimming your hair for you."

I turned my head, and with my movements, the long hair like crow feathers swayed gently.I replied without changing my face: "Please go ahead, Mr. Dazai."

Osamu Dazai began to help me trim the slightly curly and blackened hair tips that were accidentally burned.As he himself said, his technique is very skillful, and his demeanor also shows full ease. It seems that this skill of pleasing women has been cultivated to an impeccable level by him.

But if he could help me do this kind of thing calmly, it wouldn’t be Osamu Dazai himself. It didn’t take long before he deliberately told the story of the barber and the sheep in a gloomy tone.

The shepherd hired a barber to trim the wool, but greed prompted the barber to use scissors to cut off the mutton from the belly of the sheep. The mutton in that position was the fattest, and the sheep screamed pitifully one after another. when--

——I stopped the black car, took off the seat belt, and just when Osamu Dazai said that he was having fun, I turned sideways abruptly and approached him.

He was still holding the sharp scissors, I moved too fast, the tip of the scissors slid from the tip of my hair to my throat, and finally touched my neck.

With just one swipe, I can cut my flesh like a barber cuts mutton, but the scissors, which are too dangerous for me, are still held in Dazai Osamu's hands, motionless.

I unbuckled the other party's seat belt with ease, and politely reminded him, "Mr. Dazai, the Shihou Basai Club has arrived."

Osamu Dazai didn't seem to care about me at this moment.He lowered his eyes, and his temperatureless gaze fell on the pair of scissors that were about to pierce my throat. His face, which always had a false expression, was like a pool of cold stagnant water.

He noticed it, and I noticed it too.At the same time as I suddenly leaned over, he subconsciously moved the scissors away a little.That is an insignificant distance, and what can be caused is only the difference between being able to pierce the skin and not being able to pierce the skin.

He raised his face and looked at me.

I also looked at him.

This is not looking at each other, or looking at each other in the ordinary sense.It's more like in a narrow space that cannot be avoided, two venomous snakes are examining and competing with each other with cold eyes, as long as even one flaw is found, then——

"Sure enough... something is missing." Osamu Dazai said suddenly.

I blinked, and then I saw Osamu Dazai throw away the scissors casually, stretched out his hands towards me, and pressed his cold fingers right on my face.

He pressed his long, thin fingers to my cheeks, lifting the muscles in my face and forcing a forced smile on my face.He tilted his head for a few glances, finally nodded with satisfaction, and said, "Well, it's much better this way."

"I don't quite understand," I said with a blank face and cold eyes, "what is this doing again?"

"On such an important diplomatic occasion, it's not okay to use such a cold face," Osamu Dazai touched my cheek and said, "It's better to show your smile, maybe the other party will fall in love with you because of this." You are obedient and obedient."

I thought for a while, then nodded, expressing my understanding.

My destination is the Shigui Yasaikai, but Osamu Dazai's is not.He was just sent by Mori Ogai to pick me up by the way, but in fact he had another purpose.

"I still have to go on a business trip in the end—" Osamu Dazai leaned on the car window, showing a passive sabotage attitude.

"But I'll bring you a gift." Osamu Dazai narrowed his eyes slightly, like a cat that only plans to attack the neighbor's fish tank, "Although it's only a semi-finished product, it's also an interesting thing, and it's perfect as a gift but."

"I'll look forward to it," I said politely.

Before leaving, I suddenly thought of something, turned around and knocked on the car window of the other party, asking Osamu Dazai to hand over the transparent plastic bag.

Immediately afterwards, under the gaze of the other party, I put another small piece of hair hidden in the palm of my hand into it without changing my expression—it was a fluffy, slightly curly, black hair.Men's hair and women's hair are bound together.

I returned the transparent plastic bag in my hand to him, looked at his face, and said calmly: "Unlike Mr. Dazai, I am a romantic person."

Osamu Dazai just looked at me and said nothing.

Surprisingly, the base of the Shihou Bazhai Society is an ordinary mansion, but the building is very cleverly designed, with high walls, high windows and few windows, so that the people inside can just watch the outside situation at a glance, and the people who look at it from the outside , will only feel that this is a small fortress that cannot be easily detected.

During the day, the door of the Sihoubazhai Society was closed.There is no sign of the Shihou Bazhai Society on the gate, and it looks like an ordinary family.

I knocked on the door of the Deadly Basai Society.

The person who opened the door was a young man who seemed to have been waiting inside the door for a long time. He was meticulously dressed in a decent black suit.I thought remnants of the yakuza like this would wear conservative kimonos, but that doesn't seem to be the case now.

The expressionless young man with a gloomy and sharp demeanor was a bit taller than me, looking down at me without hesitation.When we met for the first time, which was too short, we began to look at each other quietly - I knew his face, and I knew who he was.

To be honest, I didn't expect that the other party would send a young master to receive me in person.

... What I didn't expect was that the other party showed a dissatisfied expression after looking at me for a few times.

I took the initiative to extend my hand to show my friendliness, and said, "Hello, my name is Senqin, and I am the commissioner sent by the port mafia this time. I am sorry for being late because of an unexpected accident on the road."

The other party's too cold and sharp eyes slid down and landed on my hand.

Zhizaki ignored my outstretched hand, and did not intend to shake my hand at all, but said: "The team leader has been waiting in the reception room for a long time, please follow me."

After finishing speaking, he turned around and walked in front, and in a blink of an eye, he opened a distance from me.I had no choice but to follow, only then did I notice that the other party was wearing a pair of white gloves.

Mafia wearing gloves is not uncommon, Zhong is one of them.But it seems that the purpose of the other party wearing gloves should be a little different... Is it a cleanliness?

Realizing this problem, I reacted belatedly to my gray outfit—ah, it seemed that I was rejected by others.

"I'm sorry to keep the team waiting for so long," I followed behind Zhisaki, keeping a distance so that the other party wouldn't feel uncomfortable, carefully choosing my words, "But it's indecent to meet the team leader with my current appearance, okay? Let me tidy up for a moment?"

Hearing this, Zhisaki stopped.He stood on the spot, turned sideways, nodded after thinking for a moment, and asked me without emotion: "Is there anything else I need?"

Ah, the attitude seems to be a little better.

Wait a minute, what did Dazai say?By the way, it seems to be smiling, smiling...

Thinking of this, I curled my lips towards the other party, smiled, and said softly: "This is enough, I am grateful."

Zhizaki looked at my face, and after a while, he looked away from my face expressionlessly, without looking at me, and said to himself: "Then, please hurry up."

I put away the smile on my face and thought blankly, what Dazai Osamu said really shouldn't be taken seriously.

The author has something to say: Although it is a bit late, I still wish everyone a happy Mid-Autumn Festival!

I hope I can write about Dazai and Qinmei's evenly matched, love is war(?) feeling jio, but it still doesn't feel right...

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