Even Dazai can't think of it

The hostility from the adult mafia cadres made the new members of the Armed Detective Agency a little bit at a loss, but the ignorant white-haired boy was dominated by instinct in the next second, and confronted the owner of the cobalt blue eyes like a confrontation.

The air was full of gunpowder smoke, and even passers-by were faintly aware of it, and walked around this place with gossiping eyes.

Hatsusaki, who was in the center of the vortex, naturally couldn't fail to notice the weird atmosphere at the scene.

Hatsusaki looked at the two confronting people in confusion: "...what are they doing?"

The system felt that this scene seemed familiar. He seemed to have seen it in some idol drama, but considering the current situation, the system denied this unreliable guess, and was also confused: "Maybe it's because...the enemy is so jealous when they meet?"

"Katon hasn't met Chuya a few times, has he?" Hatsusaki thought along this line of thought dubiously, "Although it is a hostile organization, the atmosphere is not so bad, and it's not like meeting Osamu Dazai— —”

Not far away, a sand-colored figure dangled leisurely, and then walked into the shelf next to it.

Hatsusaki: "..."

Hatsusaki: "..."

She seemed to see the crematorium that was already far away, bouncing and running towards her in a background full of pink bubbles, and the incomparable suffocation made her eyes go dark.

Chuya Nakahara's attention was still focused on Atsushi Nakajima, and he looked at the young boy in front of him very unhappily, and before he could say what he said a few times, he was forcefully retorted by the girl beside him. The movement of pulling his wrist was interrupted.

"...!" Nakahara Chuya stopped breathing for a moment, his eyes drooped, and he stared at the touching skin of the two.

Although she was still a little concerned about what Atsushi Nakajima was about to say just now, she caught a glimpse of the sand-colored figure that was getting closer and closer in the gap between the shelves, and she pulled Nakahara Chuya nervously: "I, we still have something to do! Let's talk next time, Don!"

The orange-haired youth narrowed his eyes slightly, but did nothing. He just glanced at the new member of the detective agency behind him as a warning, and then he was obediently pulled away by the girl's gentle strength.

Failed to say the invitation, the white-haired boy stood there in despair, even the tip of his fluffy hair collapsed.

"—Oh my, what happened?" The senior in a sand-colored windbreaker approached from behind, and he showed the same smile as usual, "Are you sad because you didn't get the special offer?"

"No, no!" Atsushi Nakajima took two steps back in a panic. For some reason, he concealed the meeting just now. I didn't see anyone."

Osamu Dazai pretended to think for a while: "Well, I saw a freezer that is very suitable for lying in and sleeping, so I wanted to try to see if I could commit suicide by sleeping in the freezer - but I was severely scolded."

Atsushi Nakajima: "..."

Atsushi Nakajima: "...Of course, right?!"

Interrupted by such a distraction, Atsushi Nakajima's attention has been completely diverted from the previous matter, Dazai Osamu glanced in the direction where the girl left, then he looked back and smiled: "Let me see if the girl is still there." What's the matter-oh, what's the matter, did you get everything on the list?"

Atsushi Nakajima hurriedly took out the list and compared it: "Hey, um... there are still a few things missing, remember that these things are put first."

Osamu Dazai lazily stretched his waist: "It will be finished soon, you really have grown up, Atsushi!"

Atsushi Nakajima lowered his shoulders, his face full of helplessness: "Being praised in this kind of place really makes people subtly unhappy."

Osamu Dazai smiled and pushed him in the opposite direction: "Okay, okay, speed up! Young people can't be so dawdling."

Hatsusaki took Nakahara Nakaya to wander around the supermarket, seeing that the girl was about to go to the exit, the orange-haired young man held her helplessly: "I haven't finished shopping yet, the ingredients are almost there, but I still need to buy more Daily necessities."

Hatsusaki: "..." But if she doesn't leave, she is afraid that she will meet Osamu Dazai at the next corner! !This can no longer be described as a crematorium!

Chuya Nakahara turned his back on customers, and dragged Hatsumi to the daily necessities area like a walk. The system did not dare to imagine the doomsday of the two people meeting, and opened the range scan as if they were facing a big enemy, solemnly broadcasting Osamu Dazai The location: "...It's safe now, he and Atsushi Nakajima stayed in the snack area."

Hatsusaki: "The snack area is less than ten meters away in a straight line... Sure enough, it's better to go safely after buying."

She perfunctorily chose body wash and shampoo and put them in the shopping cart, then the young man picked them up and put them back on the shelf: "Don't be so perfunctory! Choose carefully."

"..." Hatsusaki puffed her face, "But it's almost the same..."

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "..."

"Really, obviously you are the girl." He glanced at Hatsumi as if helpless, searched the shelf, his eyes wandered over certain brands, and finally his eyes lit up, and he stretched out his hand from the shelf. A bottle was taken out from above, "I found it, this is it, I heard from the girls in the department that it works well."

Hatsaki nodded "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm" her brain belatedly processed the sound she heard, and then she suddenly caught some key words: "...huh?" do we chat? !

Zhong Yuan also explained subconsciously: "I heard it when I was passing by."

Hatsusaki: "...Hey, do mafia people also discuss these things?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also couldn't laugh or cry: "Of course, it's not a monster that doesn't need daily necessities."

"I always think it's different from the mafia in my impression!" She glanced at the green dot that didn't move much on the screen: "Then this is it, all right, I've finished shopping! Let's go."

After paying the bill and walking out of the supermarket, the green dot on the phosphor screen still didn't move, Hatsusaki's tense nerves slightly relaxed: "It's a good thing they didn't go shopping around, otherwise Zhong would definitely find something wrong."

... No, maybe she realized something was wrong when she dragged him away.

The system comforted her: "Don't think too much about it, things like crematoriums don't happen if they don't meet, and if they pass, they don't happen!"

Hatsusaki agreed very much: "You are right."

Before recovering from the suffocating tension, Hatsusaki just felt the complex smell coming from the street, and before her brain digested the information in front of her, she saw a hand waving in front of her eyes.

The hand with the black leather glove got her attention back, and Hatsusaki followed it to look at his master: "Hmm...? What's wrong, Chuya?"

Zhongyuan Zhong also withdrew his hand, and his tone sounded a bit concerned: "You have been in a daze since the beginning, what's on your mind?"

"Ah," the girl's eyelashes trembled slightly, her eyes drifted to the side, and she quickly found a reason, "...it's nothing, I was just thinking about what Dun wanted to say just now."

Atsushi Nakajima didn't know why he didn't say anything in the middle of the sentence, "The next wild..." It sounded like he wanted to invite her somewhere, but the last word "Huang" made Hatsusaki feel a little uncomfortable Lenovo.

...Could it be to invite her to the Aragami Shrine?

Grass, that would be a shame!

Hatsusaki's scalp was numb from this guess, and she even trembled instinctively, but soon her rationality made her deny the guess: "It's not the New Year, it's not a festival, no matter what, it's impossible to invite others Shall we go to the shrine?"

But if it wasn’t for the Aragami Shrine, then Hatsusaki couldn’t think of any place that started with the character Arashi for a while. After thinking about it for a long time, he couldn’t come up with an answer, so Hatsusaki put the matter aside. Anyway, if it’s something important, Nakajima Atsushi will definitely find a way to contact her.

Hearing Hatsusaki's answer, Nakahara gave a soft "tsk", the girl looked up at him in confusion, the orange-haired youth coughed, and changed the subject: "Don't worry about it, go home first."

When she got home, Hatsusaki found the apron from the closet. After she put it on, she realized that the apron looked very familiar: "Hey, is it the same style we used before?"

The system recalled: "Yes, but this one is new, maybe it just happened to be the same one."

Hatsusaki: "These things don't seem to have many designs and colors. My mother always buys one style every time she buys it."

This was just a small episode, and Hatsusaki didn't pay much attention to it. After washing the kitchen utensils and ingredients, she began to process the ingredients in the kitchen.

Zhongyuan Zhong also simply cleaned up the bathroom, and then began to help with it.

In the end, most of the processing work was done by Nakahara Chuya, and Hatsuya was only responsible for the cooking part. Hatsusaki used chopsticks to twist the potato shreds with uniform thickness, and said with inexplicable emotion: "Nakahara is such a good man, I cut it myself The silk can't be cut so evenly."

The system said abruptly: "Maybe it was trained by cutting people."

Hatsaki: "...is Hannibal in the middle too? Cut people into shreds!"

Suddenly, the system corrected its mistake: "That's right, in terms of gravity, it should be meatloaf."

Hatsusaki: "..."

Hatsusaki didn't want to talk to this one anymore: "I'm going to eat, I can't sleep without talking, so you are not allowed to talk."

The orange-haired young man sat at the table, inexplicably silent for a long time, and the air was full of silence, Hatsusaki looked at him sideways: "What's wrong, Chuya?"

"It's nothing." The mature Hong Kong and black cadre closed his eyes. He just suddenly realized that it had been so long since he lost his important relative, and his nerves were paralyzed by work, as if he couldn't even feel the flow of time, "... …Let's eat."

Majestic and complicated thoughts echoed in Zhongyuan Zhongye's mind. He suddenly thought of the two sets of kimonos left unused at home. Atsushi Nakajima's unspoken words echoed in his ears again. He clicked on the memo on his phone, and then I realized that it was time to pick up the custom-made kimono again.

But this year's kimono will not be idle anymore.

This realization made Nakahara Nakaya's hair shake happily, and he easily sent out an invitation: "By the way, Saki, let's go to the Aragami Festival later."

"Huh? Okay," Hatsusaki, who was completely idle after returning to this timeline, responded easily, and then she realized something was wrong, "...Wait, what festival is Ara?"

"Desolate God Festival," Zhongyuan Zhong also explained very calmly, "'Huang Ba spit' God Festival."

Hatsusaki: "..."

Hatsusaki: "..."

Hatsusaki: "????????"

What kind of sacrifice can you say again? !