I'm just an ordinary Dazai [Comprehensive]

Compared with the messy picture, Dazai is more worried about another thing now.

The doctor is right. He is indeed in a bad situation at the moment. He lost his wallet on the second day after he came to Yokohama. The only guy who can be contacted belongs to a very strict organization. If he wants to act as a demon master in the future , It is best to comply with the regulations for capital transactions with the other party.

In other words, Dazai is now penniless and has nowhere to go.

and--

"It's really cold..." the boy complained softly.

The shoes and wallet were washed away by the water, and after leaving the wooden-floored entrance of the doctor's house, Dazai could only step on the road in early spring, and the coolness spread from the soles of his feet to his calves.

"I'm so hungry..."

To make matters worse, my stomach, which hadn't eaten since entering the water yesterday, also groaned.

It seems that the most important thing at the moment is to find a meal ticket. He wants to commit suicide without pain. Whether he starves to death or freezes to death, he doesn't feel very good.

That being said, the frequency of his advancement has not changed.

Dazai walked unhurriedly on the streets of the suburbs, modifying his route according to the changes of evil spirits, seemingly coincidentally avoiding all the fights and gang members with malicious intentions, and nothing happened along the way.

This is unimaginable in a chaotic area full of chaos.

So when Dazai was standing on the street in the city, the passers-by who saw him coming in the direction cast him sympathetic glances, apparently taking the bandages around his eyes and his distressed clothes as symbols of his escape.

Dazai knew what they were thinking, but he didn't take it to heart, and was even happy to see it happen—because he didn't care about other people's opinions, and this opinion facilitated his next actions to some extent.

He turned his eyes slightly, locked on the target from the black-smelling crowd, and adjusted his footsteps calmly, making people feel powerless at first sight.

The expression on his face also changed subtly, his lips were slightly pursed, his eyes were blank, like a child who can't find his way after running away from home.

In addition, he is good-looking, even if the shirt and trousers on his body are dirty and messy because of being immersed in the water, it will not detract from his beauty in the slightest.

At the same time, the height of only 1.5 meters and the thin body are quite deceptive. The large coat is blown and fluttered by the wind, like a kid stealing an adult's clothes, which greatly plumps his weak and pitiful image.

Dazai maintained a coaxing posture like this, pretending to approach the target unintentionally.

He is quite confident in his acting skills. After all, in the past 14 years, most of the time, he lived alone in the house. He had no other hobbies except studying, reading, and suicide. If he was bored, he would rehearse his own writing in front of the mirror script.

This was recommended by Pineapple Head, who would come to him for advice on how to deal with problems. That guy always contacted him without authorization, and unilaterally felt that his life was too boring, so he laughed and threw him a lot of materials.

Like "Actor's Self-Cultivation", "112 Precautions for Becoming a Good Screenwriter", "Let Performance Come into Life" and so on.

But thanks to him, Dazai's language function has not degenerated to the point where he can't communicate with people normally, and even because he is naturally keen, he can easily penetrate people's hearts, and he has also learned brilliant speech skills without a teacher.

Moreover, Dazai was able to successfully execute the plan and escape from that prison-like place, mostly due to his acting and speaking skills.

So it won't be seen through.

"Do you need help?"

Dazai heard the expected lines.

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In the coffee shop, after eating four muffins, the black-haired boy finally looked a little better.

He looked up at the long-haired woman in front of him, then quickly lowered his head.

"Sorry, I ate too much."

"It's okay." Iori took the coffee from the waiter and handed it to the boy who was hanging his head in frustration, his eyes lingering on the bandage on his right eye. "Does your eye still hurt? It always feels like it's still bleeding .”

The young man subconsciously raised his hand to press his eyes hard, and shook his head, but his action made the meager blood in the air thicker, and Yi Zhi's eyes suddenly became a little fascinated, but soon became clear, but she looked at the young man even more. kind.

Like staring at a plate of savory roast meat.

"You just said that because your family objected to your participation in the diving competition, a quarrel broke out, and you ran away from home in a fit of anger. Unexpectedly, you ran too far and couldn't find your way, and you were ransacked because you strayed into the territory of a certain organization?"

The black-haired boy pursed his lips and nodded.

Iori sighed, and persuaded with gentle words: "Your family must be very worried now, you should call them, as long as you have a good talk with them, I believe they will agree with your ideal."

"Impossible," the black-haired boy was dejected, "The family I came from is very rigid, and all children must inherit the work passed down from generation to generation in the family. Even if they want to do other things, they can only be allowed on the premise of learning the family skills well." Develop a hobby."

His voice is full of suppressed pain: "But I have no talent at all! I haven't stopped practicing for a day since I started to read. I write every day until I can't lift my wrist. Even if I am sick, I have to get out of bed to study classics... But all these years have yielded nothing!"

Iori looked at the boy trembling with emotion at the end of the sentence with pity, and didn't dislike Dazai's dirty hair that hadn't been washed since he jumped into the river, so he reached out and touched the top of his head.

The moment she met Dazai, her eyes were in a trance for a second, but as Dazai tilted her head inadvertently and slipped out of her hand, the woman quickly regained her senses and forgot about the absence just now, as if nothing had happened Ban said: "Since you have no place to go, do you want to visit my house?"

She saw the boy's iris-colored eyes slightly widened because of her words, which reminded her of the kitten at home, and she couldn't help laughing.

"How about it? The servant in my family asked for leave recently to go home. If you can help me clean the room, I can provide you with board, lodging and salary-you will clean it, right?"

Iori suddenly remembered that this young man seemed to come from that kind of old big family, and he might not be good at what other young men would do, so he couldn't help feeling a little annoyed.

Thinking of this, she was afraid that the high-quality ingredients in front of her would run away, so she quickly moved her lips to change her words.

"Yes!" The black-haired boy said loudly, and then saw Iori's surprised eyes.

Because he was not used to making eye contact with people, he lowered his head again and explained in a low voice: "I have always lived alone, so I can clean."

"However," the boy hesitated for a moment, then looked up at the woman cautiously, "Aren't you worried that I'm a bad person?"

Iori laughed: "How could that be?"

It was the boy who mustered up the courage to ask that sentence just now, so now he lowered his head again.

Above his head, Iori smiled kindly, as if seeing a lamb washing itself and sending it to the slaughterhouse.

From an angle that Iori couldn't see, the black-haired boy also smiled.

There is no doubt that this woman is human, but the messy evil spirit entangled in her body...how many inhuman things are she entangled with?

So funny.