Be Dazai's mother

It was just an accident to meet that boy named Sakunosuke Oda.

After Akiko and Mr. Mori's disguise, not to mention other people, even I can't recognize who the person in front of the mirror is.

You have to do a full set of plays. Mr. Sen used his connections to prepare a complete set of materials for me, and asked me to recite them.

My new identity is Sato Kyoko. My background is Mr. Mori’s nurse when he was a military doctor. Because my younger brother was seriously ill and needed a lot of money, I begged everyone around me and couldn’t get the money. I had to ask for help from someone I knew before. on people.

Mr. Mori thought about the fact that Sato Kyoko had saved his life, so he lent her money and asked her to come to him to do things and pay back the money slowly.

"Is there really such a person as Sato Kyoko? He once saved Mr. Mori's life?" Because the information Mr. Mori handed over was so detailed, even who Sato Kyoko confessed to when she was in junior high school, I couldn't help being curious asked.

"What do you think?" Mr. Sen asked me back with a smile.

Some kind of intuition tells me that it is better not to continue asking.

Back to the topic, when Mr. Fukuzawa and Mr. Mori were preparing for the plan, I was also memorizing the materials.Even if he is very likely to be stopped by the suspicious Hong Kong black leader, and he can't even see Azhi, all the efforts he has done are useless.But even if there is only a one in ten thousand possibility, I have to try.

After reciting the materials and keeping telling myself that I am Sato Kyoko and Sato Kyoko is me, Akiko suggested that I go out as "Sato Kyoko" for a walk, which would help me better integrate into this role.If something is wrong, it can be detected before going to the port mafia.

I thought she was right, and went out into the street alone.When I passed a library on the way, I suddenly thought of buying a painting-related book for Aji, so I walked in.

Although I kept hinting to myself to relax, I was still uncontrollably anxious. I was very afraid that this action would fail, and I tried my best not to think about the consequences of failure, just thinking about waiting for this time. What are we going to do when Aji comes out.

Maybe this is a way of deceiving myself and others, but if I don’t think about some good things to make myself grit my teeth and persevere, I’m afraid I’m too anxious to sleep during the time of memorizing the materials.

In order to be able to bring Azhi out intact, I must adjust my state to the best.

Walking into the library and trying to ease my anxiety by imagining what books Aji would read to him when he came out, what I never expected was that I would bump into the person who saved my life in time.

At this time, I was looking at the rows of books on the bookshelf. These books seemed to have some history, with an intoxicating fragrance. My fingertips slid over these books one by one, and finally stopped. In a book called Light and Darkness.

I remember this book seems to have been seen in the book list compiled by Azhi. The author remembers it is...

"Natsume Soseki?" Looking at the author's name on the book, I couldn't help but lower my head and mutter.

"Do you like this book too?" Suddenly, a boy's voice came from beside me.

I followed the voice blankly, and found that it was a boy with reddish-brown hair and dark blue eyes. He seemed to be about five or six years older than Azhi. .

Maybe I met a fan of this book——I thought so, scratched my cheek with some embarrassment, and said, "Sorry, it's just that my children like to read it."

"Child?" The boy repeated blankly, maybe he was surprised that I already had a child even though I looked so young.Especially to be able to read this book, my child must be at least six years old, and looking at my excessively young appearance, it does look a little surprising.

Because of the black mud back then, the time of the whole world has been fast forwarded by several years, and technology has also developed at a rapid speed because of the butterfly effect. Things that were common in my world view at that time have become a little unbelievable at this time. .. Of course, there must still be things like this happening in some places far away from the big cities and not being illuminated by the sun.

Anyway, I don't plan to tell outsiders too much, so I just casually said: "Yeah, my child, is he very powerful?"

I smirked a few times "hehe", and said in a showy tone: "Although he is still very young, he has already read a lot of books, because that child is very smart and likes to read."

After I said this sentence, I thought that the other party would be scared away by me, and might feel impatient or embarrassed because of it, but I didn't expect this boy to just nodded calmly, and responded as if he was also incredulous: "It's really powerful .”

I blinked, feeling a little curious in my heart, and said, "Do you like this book very much?"

The boy nodded slightly, looked at the "Light and Darkness" in my hand with an extremely complicated gaze, and said, "I came across this book when I was 14 years old."

He closed his eyes, and seemed to be trying hard to express his feelings at that time: "It may be strange to say this, but on that day, I felt like I had met my fate."

I couldn't help but joked: "It's really a romantic way of saying it."

The boy didn't seem to feel that he had said a very romantic sentence, he asked blankly, "Is it romantic?"

"There is always a feeling of being destined? But it seems a bit strange to turn the destined object into a book." I shook my head, gave up and continued here, and said instead: "Anyway, this is for you It's really important, right?"

The teenager with a pair of beautiful dark blue eyes nodded, and said in a somewhat heavy tone: "I gave up my original life because of this book, and I think I should do something."

I suddenly felt empathetic, but what I met was not a book but Azhi.Before I met that child, I had been living a drifting, muddle-headed life, but after meeting him, I had an idea of ​​what I had to do and what I had to change.

Just as unfortunate people can easily see the misfortune of others, the boy who changed his life because of something he met also saw that I have similar feelings to him.

He couldn't help saying: "It seems that you are the same."

I nodded and said with a smile: "Well, I met a very important person. Because of meeting that child, I felt that I had to do something, which also changed my life."

The boy nodded and asked me who that person was without being curious.He is very good at grasping the proper distance between people, and the conversation can make people feel comfortable because of such an appropriate distance.

Of course, it's a bit too much for us two people who don't know each other to talk about fate in a bookstore, but some things may be suitable to talk to strangers.

It is really strange for human beings to be able to speak fluently in front of strangers what they would not be able to say in front of relatives and friends anyway.

However, this young man seems to have a somewhat indifferent temperament, and he would take the initiative to ask me if I like this book, which proves that he really likes this book. If he likes it, he wants to know even the feelings of other readers.

When I was thinking this way, the young man next to me blinked, turned to look at me, and said suddenly: "I always feel that when I'm standing next to you, people can't help but want to tell something."

I thought about what Mr. Mori and Sayuri had said to me before, saying that being around me would involuntarily produce a sense of peace of mind, making people want to confide some words that are pressed in their hearts.I scratched my cheek shyly, smiled, and said, "You're not the first person to say that."

It may be that I have always been used to listening to the sounds around me as a listener, and unconsciously I have an affinity that makes people want to tell me things.

"I'm Kyoko." I remembered that Akiko asked me to go out as "Kyoko Sato", and somehow told a strange boy my current name.Even if Kyoko is just a pseudonym.

The boy was obviously stunned for a moment, and said politely: "Oda." He didn't say his name, or maybe he didn't think it was necessary.

Oda-kun and I chatted a few more casually, and I feel that I can completely adapt to get along with others as "Kyoko Sato", and I am going to bid farewell to this boy I just met not long ago.

"I still have important things to do next, let's talk again when I have a chance." I waved my hand and said.

Of course, I know that this "chance" probably means "never again".It's not because I hate Oda-kun, but because the world is so big, not to mention meeting strangers by chance, even classmates from the same city have a high probability of never seeing each other again.

Most people just meet by chance.

Oda-kun nodded, hesitated for a while when I was about to leave, and called me: "Miss Kyoko."

"Huh?" I almost didn't realize that it was calling me, and after I realized it, I broke out in a few drops of cold sweat because of the momentary panic. I looked at Oda-kun suspiciously and asked, "What's wrong?"

Oda-kun opened his mouth and said, "The makeup on your face can be better."

Originally, I hadn't reacted yet, and after a few seconds of stunned, I suddenly realized what he was referring to.

I let out a flustered "ah", and before I even had time to defend myself, Oda-kun continued to speak calmly: "Maybe I shouldn't have pointed it out so directly, but you seem to be going to do something very important next, I think it is necessary to remind you."

This young man who has been calm since the beginning is still downcast, as if nothing can make him show a clear expression, even those dark blue eyes are still calm.

Inexplicably, I felt a chill.

Probably because the other party's overly calm appearance made me feel that even if someone died in front of him, he would still have such a stagnant expression... Or, even if he was the one who killed him, Oda-kun would probably be the same Do everything with that look on your face.

If there is anything that can brighten Oda-kun's eyes again, it must be the novel we just talked about.

When talking about this novel that changed him, Oda-kun has a very special kind of light in his eyes, as if he has found the meaning of life.

My intuition prevented me from continuing to ask. I covered up my horror and asked tentatively: "Then what do you think should be done?"

Oda-kun was silent for a while, he may be slow in some respects, he looked at me without too much scruples, and then said: "It's not natural, when you smile, your aura doesn't match this face , Ordinary people may not be able to detect something is wrong, but professional killers can immediately detect that your face is fake."

"If you want to change it, you can put a little red on the corner of your mouth." Oda-kun said with lowered eyes: "That way you can cover up your unnatural smile, as long as you don't meet killers who specialize in disguise, most People still can't see it."

...

It's really thanks to Oda-kun's advice that saved my life.

I, who followed Mr. Mori to the Port Mafia, looked at Koichiro Uehara and Andrew, who had left a terrible impression on me a few days ago, and I showed a bright smile.