What should I do if I am disqualified in the adult room?

"Oh, it's matcha flavor~"

Osamu Dazai, who snatched the green glutinous rice dumpling from Satomi's men, tore open the wrapping of the glutinous rice dumpling in front of Satomi, brought it to his mouth, and bit off nearly a third of it in one bite.

"Well... the taste is still the same as before~"

Whether it was intentional or not, Dazai Osamu, after commenting on the glutinous rice balls in his hand in a low voice, surrendered his eyes and stood opposite the coffee table, holding out his hand, and said, "Why, is there any problem?"

Satomi shook his head slightly, slowly withdrew his hand to grab the glutinous rice balls, lowered his eyes, and apologized softly, "I'm sorry."

"Can you say these three words?"

Osamu Dazai ate the remaining glutinous rice balls in two bites, and threw the plastic package in a ball on Satomi's body.

"Fuck, the mouth is not for you to just apologize."

"If you can only speak these three words, I suggest you cut off your tongue and give it to those who need it more."

After hearing Dazai Osamu's words, Satomi lowered his head slowly.

He moved his fingers, but in the end he couldn't say anything, he just stood there quietly with his head down, waiting for Dazai Osamu's sharper insults.

However, Osamu Dazai who was sitting on the sofa unexpectedly didn't say anything more.

The two stood and sat for a few minutes.

In the end, it was Osamu Dazai who broke the silence first.

"After the meeting, I went to change the curtains and the sheets in my bedroom. I'm tired of the current color."

After speaking, Osamu Dazai got up from the sofa and walked towards the study.

The hem of the black clothes flickered from the corner of Satomi's eyes, and Satomi clenched his hand tightly, then asked hesitantly, "Aren't you going to punish me?"

"Punish for what?"

Osamu Dazai stopped in his tracks, and looked sideways at his own abilities.

His expression remained unchanged, as if he had lost all his emotions.

"Why should I punish you?"

Osamu Dazai asked about his abilities.

Satomi was stunned for a moment, and then slowly said: "I failed to protect the mission items..."

"Ah."

Osamu Dazai sneered, and then started walking again.

"Don't think about how important you are, I didn't expect anything from you."

"I wrote that note casually, and there is no destination at all."

After saying this, Osamu Dazai raised his hand and opened the door of the study.

With the sound of closing the door, there was only one person left in Nuo Da's living room.

Satomi stood in front of the coffee table, looked down at the pink glutinous rice balls on the coffee table for a long time, and then reached out to pick up the pink glutinous rice balls left to him by Osamu Dazai. .

Soft and novel.

Satomi couldn't help poking the pink glutinous rice dumpling in his hand lightly with his fingertips, and then followed Dazai Osamu's example and peeled off the outer plastic wrapping.

It seems to be getting softer...

Satomi felt that the hand holding the glutinous rice balls seemed to be a little hot.

He hadn't eaten anything except the little cake Alice had given him for the first time.

Because of the supernatural incarnation, Satomi doesn't need to eat. When he usually eats, Dazai Osamu eats there, and he helps serve tea and water or watch him eat.At most, when he was out on missions, in order to conceal his inhuman identity, he drank water given to him by others.

Glutinous rice dumpling is indeed a novelty for Satomi.Just like what happened today, it constantly impacted his cognition.

Why didn't Osamu Dazai punish him?

Satomi looked down at the glutinous rice dumpling in his hand, with a very confused expression on his face.

He didn't understand.

Obviously he didn't protect the mission items well, and failed to complete the mission assigned to him by Osamu Dazai... Why didn't the punishment that he knew should come, but didn't appear?

Satomi Sokaku brought the glutinous rice balls to his mouth just like Osamu Dazai just now, and then bit off a third of it in one bite.

very soft.

good smell.

Also very sweet.

Satomi blinked, and then raised the two-thirds of the glutinous rice balls in front of his eyes, as if he wanted to remember something.

And Osamu Dazai, who watched all this through the monitor in the study, yawned a little bored, his kite-colored eyes were still as calm as the surface of a frozen lake.

That note was written by him casually.

It is true that there is no purpose.

Starting from the headquarters of the port mafia, turn left and right as written on the note, and there are nearly a hundred different places that may arrive in Yokohama.

Perhaps what is waiting for him at the end will be a vending machine, or a convenience store, or a high wall or a trash can.

Of course, he could also choose to come back and ask him when he was going out.

But there is no Satomi, so Osamu Dazai said that he does not have any expectations for Satomi, and it is true.

Because before Satomi returns, everything is unknown.

"The king of sheep..."

Osamu Dazai squeezed the center of his brow with his hands, looked at Satomi Satomi who finished eating glutinous rice dumplings on the monitor and was about to change the curtains, and fell into deep thought.

The news of the resurrection of the former leader of the port mafia has spread in Yokohama recently, and Mori Ogai probably can't sit still.

As the only witness of Mori Ogai's superior leader, the task of investigating this matter falls [-]% to him...and to go to Leibo Street, one must deal with Nakahara Chuya, the king of sheep.

Osamu Dazai put down his hands and looked up at the ceiling above his head.

He has never met Chuya Nakahara, and many things about him are hearsay. Dazai Osamu is not very sure about the accuracy of the information and Chuya Nakahara.

and so……

Want to gamble?

Osamu Dazai closed his eyes, and opened them again after a while.

He stood up, turned off the computer, put the black coat hanging on the back of the chair over his shoulders again, and then opened the door of the study.

"Don't forget the curtains and quilt cover in my bedroom."

Osamu Dazai looked at Satomi who came out of the bathroom with an empty basket and reminded: "The new three-piece bed suit is at the bottom of the closet. I will check it when I come back at night."

Satoshi nodded, expressing his understanding.

Then, Dazai Osamu passed Satomi who was standing at the bathroom door, and left the room.

Satomi Sato did not think about taking advantage of Dazai's absence to be lazy, and after watching Dazai leave, he turned and walked towards his bedroom.

A depressing tone that is neither gray nor black.

No matter how many times he saw it, Satomi felt that Dazai Osamu's bedroom was too cold, and it didn't feel like a living place at all.

He walked to Osamu Dazai's closet, opened the closet and began to look for the new three-piece bed set that Osamu Dazai said.

Under the all black suits, brand new quilt covers and bed sheets were pressed in the bottom drawer.

It's still gray and black.

Satomi squatted down, once again caught in a tangle.

Osamu Dazai didn't tell him the color of the bed sheet and quilt cover that he was asked to change.

So, he's going to take that?

Just like Osamu Dazai asked him to choose glutinous rice balls, Satomi still couldn't make up his mind.

He squatted in front of the closet, looking at a stack of sheets and quilt tangledly, as if he wanted to see the color Dazai wanted.

The sun was setting, and the dim sunlight shone through the window on Satomi, who had been squatting in front of the closet for almost two hours.

Finally, before Osamu Dazai came back, Satoshi Satomi stretched out his hand to the only beige quilt cover that was pressed at the bottom of the drawer.