Be Dazai's mother

"I always feel as if someone is looking at me, probably an illusion." I shook my head and said.

"Is that so?" Mr. Sato looked back suspiciously, only seeing other guests looking at the paintings.Then he smiled and said, "That's probably because Miss Sachiko is so beautiful that I can't help but keep peeking at you."

"This, this," I blushed with embarrassment, and said, "Don't make fun of me."

Mr. Sato said, "This is my truth?" He blinked mischievously, and said, "I can't help but get carried away with being able to date a beautiful person like you."

I felt my face turn red all the way behind my ears.Because I really didn't know what to respond to Mr. Sato, I could only show him a shy smile a little foolishly.

Mr. Sato froze for a moment, then moved closer, and asked in a low voice, "Can I hold your hand, Miss Sachiko."

I felt like my brain went blank because of this, and I felt dizzy as if I was stepping on a high cloud.

"Yeah." As I said that, I lowered my head and let Mr. Sato reach out and hold my hand.

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"Ah, we shook hands." Mori Ogai said, looking at the two holding hands not far away.

With a "click", he suddenly heard the sound of the wooden warehouse being loaded.Alice subconsciously stood in front of Mori Ogai, while he turned his head - and saw Osamu Dazai with a brighter smile holding the wooden warehouse.

"Dazai-kun? What are you doing?" Mori Ogai asked suspiciously.

"It's nothing." Dazai Osamu said with a smile: "I just thought that after all, I'm outside now. It's not good if there is a terrorist attack. It's good to open it up and prepare in advance just in case."

No, if you want to talk about terrorist attacks, you are also doing it, right?Your wooden warehouse was definitely aimed at Mr. Sato just now, right? !

Mori Ogai thought delicately.

"Boss, I am very serious about carrying out the chief protection plan, please don't look at me with that strange look." Osamu Dazai said softly.

"I think you are serious about carrying out Mr. Sato's assassination plan." Chuya Nakahara on the side complained speechlessly.

Osamu Dazai often calls Mori Ogai "Mr. Mori" on weekdays, and only calls him "Chief" on important occasions in Hong Kong and black, but he just kept calling him "Boss" just now, let's see how angry people are.

"A slug is a slug, and it really has no brains." Osamu Dazai gave him a disgusted look, and said, "Do I seem to be the kind of person who would hinder my mother from falling in love?"

As soon as Osamu Dazai finished speaking, before Nakahara could refute him, Alice, who had been watching Miss Sachiko's situation, covered her mouth and shouted excitedly: "Wow! Mr. Sato suddenly leaned over! Damn So close, is this going to be kissed?"

Dazai Osamu: "..."

"Xiao Yin, can you hear me?" Dazai Osamu said to Yin on the other end of the communicator with a dark face, "Implement plan B's assassination plan for me."

Hey Hey hey? !

Mori Ogai stopped him dumbfounded: "Dazai-kun? Wait a minute, Dazai-kun. Are you planning to commit a murder here? Leaving aside the rest, Miss Sachiko will be frightened, right?"

"Also take a closer look, Mr. Sato is just leaning over to talk to Ms. Sachiko, the two of them are not kissing!" Mori Ogai said, looked at Alice again, and said, "Little Alice~ please don't continue to provoke Dazai Sir." Be careful that he invalidates you, okay?

Alice, who succeeded in pranking, made a face at Mori Ogai.

Seeing that Ms. Sachiko and Mr. Sato were indeed just talking and did nothing else, Osamu Dazai made a "cut" and said to the other end of the communicator: "Okay, Xiaoyin, suspend Plan B first."

Do you still want to wait and continue? !

Zhongyuan Zhong also continued to complain in his heart.

He felt like he was about to become a joker.If I had known earlier, I would not have come out to find Osamu Dazai who was absent from work.

It is really difficult to say why Zhongyuan Zhongye is here.To put it simply - Nakahara Nakaya, who found Osamu Dazai skipped work again, ran to arrest them. After searching for a long time, he found Miss Sachiko walking on the street and Osamu Dazai hiding behind a telephone pole. There is Oda Sakunosuke, who was captured by Osamu Dazai to help, and Ango Sakaguchi, who talked to Osamu Dazai remotely. It is said that the test of their learning achievements during this period is actually just Akutagawa Ryunosuke and Gin who were used as coolies.As for what kind of coolie it is, it is probably the so-called Mr. Sato's plan to assassinate ABCDEF.

Nakahara Chuya's expression at that time became extremely exciting.

Not to mention that they followed and met Mori Ogai who was also lazy and ran out to buy a skirt for Alice.

Zhongyuan Zhong also thought to himself that if the armed detective agency of the hostile force invaded the port mafia, it might not be successful. Should he go back early to arrange a way out for his subordinates.

...Then he saw the three members of the Armed Detective Agency hiding on the other side at the next corner.

Nakahara Chuya: "..." Come on, if you add a special agent department with supernatural powers, everything will work, and Yokohama will be destroyed.

Akiko who looked disbelieving and wanted to see what kind of person Sachiko was dating, Ranpo Edogawa who watched the excitement, and Yukichi Fukuzawa who kept sighing in Nakahara.

At that moment, he actually felt sympathetic with the other party.

Bringing the subject back, looking at Mr. Sato and Ms. Sachiko who were still joking over there, Nakahara Nakaya thought with dead eyes: If people know that the dignified port mafia and armed detective agency are tracking other people's dates at this time, they will probably be shocked. Everyone.Of course, in a sense, they, including Nakahara Chuya, also died socially.

never mind.Anyway, he wasn't the only one who lost face.Zhong Yuanzhong also completely gave up thinking.

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Sato-san leaned in to introduce the paintings to me, and I flinched a little bit embarrassed by his approach.

"Sorry, did I get too close?" Mr. Sato returned to the distance just now and said, "I'm being rude."

I breathed a sigh of relief in my heart, and said to him nonchalantly, "It's nothing."

But I'm really not used to being so close to others. It's okay for women, but it's always uncomfortable for men to get so close. Fortunately, Mr. Sato, a gentleman, returned to an appropriate distance on his own.

The embarrassment lasted only for a moment. We continued to chat and laugh as if nothing had happened. While looking at the painting, we walked, and as we walked, a certain painting appeared in front of us.

What kind of painting is that?It's obviously not completely pitch black, but for some reason, the people watching it feel a sense of oppressive darkness.The painting doesn't look like a person, nor does it look like an animal. It seems to be some messy things put together, but there is a pair of funny wings behind it.

Perhaps because Mr. Sato and I were stunned, another guest came over and said: "I heard that this was brought over by a poor painter a few days ago. What is the name of the painter, and what paintings he has painted does not matter." People know it. And I don’t know why, when I saw this painting, I felt flustered, as if I was looking at some messy monster.”

He looked at us and said, "You can feel it too? This doesn't look like something a normal person can draw. Although there are many lunatics among artists, the way of painting and the brushstrokes don't look like those drawn by an insider. Instead, it looks like it was drawn by a patient in a mental hospital."

Mr. Sato nodded and said: "Indeed. I don't know why it always makes people feel uncomfortable. Why did the person in charge accept this painting? Such a work should not be released in such an exhibition." .”

"Who knows?" The guest shook his head and said, "I heard that someone persuaded the person in charge not to exhibit this painting, but he just didn't listen."

Mr. Sato took another look at the painting, shook his head, and said, "Forget it, let's go to another painting, Miss Sachiko."

He smiled softly and said, "I heard that there are many beautiful paintings on the second floor that you can't take your eyes off."

He didn't get my response, he looked at me with some doubts, and repeated my name: "Miss Sachiko?"

And I stared at the painting blankly, as if I was fascinated and couldn't recover.

It wasn't until Mr. Sato patted my arm worriedly that I came back to my senses.

"Sorry." I said with some embarrassment: "I accidentally lost my mind."

"Don't scare me." Mr. Sato smiled helplessly and said, "Could it be that this painting reminds you of something bad?"

He was just teasing casually, but he didn't expect that I shook my head seriously and said, "No, that's not the case."

I looked at the wings of the "thing" in the painting and said, "I think...this is a very beautiful and shocking work."

Both Mr. Sato and the guest looked at me in amazement, but I was still looking at the painting in rapt attention.

The name displayed under this painting is called "Corpse". For some reason, I immediately thought of some fragmented words: the corpse of an angel, death, rebirth, sea and darkness.

There is not much connection between these words, just my strange association.But no matter what, when everyone else felt disgusted, repelled and rejected because of this painting, I was the only one who stayed here blankly, shocked by its beauty.

Mr. Sato showed a strange look, and he said, "I didn't expect that Ms. Sachiko would like this kind of... a lesser-known type of painting?"

The guest next to him said: "It's not so much a niche trend as it is already a novelty hunt, right?"

"Hunting?" I said with some surprise: "Do you think so? I don't think so."

I, who usually like to follow others, showed a bit of a tough side at this time, and I said: "I think this is a beautiful work that can be called pure, even if it is placed in a church, it is not surprising. .”

I smiled and said with soft eyes: "I don't think this is a painting that shouldn't appear, it's better to say that it's really great that it was born."

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Looking at Miss Sachiko who was smiling over there, Mori Ogai looked at Dazai Osamu with a delicate mood, and said, "Dazai-kun? If I remember correctly, it should be the work you drew before, right?"

It was also deliberately drawn very strangely, with messy brushstrokes, as if drawn by an irrational person, which made Alice, who was shocked by Dazai's painting last time, avoid Dazai again.

It might not be good to say that, but he thought that Miss Sachiko would not be able to accept such a painting.

"That's right, I drew it." Dazai Zhizhi said bluntly, with a somewhat childish and triumphant expression on his face.

Mori Ogai raised his forehead helplessly: Well, he should know, in Ms. Sachiko's heart, her child is always the best.