I'm surviving in a love game

"This is not something that can be done just by talking..." Dazai Osamu's palm was as cold as his excessively fair skin, without even a little bit of warmth, it was completely icy.Hoshimiya Shiori's hand rested on the back of his, but as if he predicted her next move, he tightened his fingers suddenly, the force was strong but not painful.

He lowered his head and silently stared at the hands of the two that were tightly pressed together, so tight that there was no gap, too close to the point where they strangled the throat and couldn't breathe.

A few seconds later, he let out a muffled laugh, "It's okay."

I don't know whether this sentence is for me or Xinggong Shiori, but after saying this, the strength in my hand loosened a lot, "It's suddenly getting cold at night, let's go back quickly .”

I almost forgot that Osamu Dazai used to choose to escape when he got an answer he didn't want, but it couldn't be considered an escape.

It's just pretending to be an ordinary posture, but in fact, he is trying to figure out other methods in his heart.

If there is no accident, he must be like this now, even if he is smiling on the face, he has already calculated all the possibilities in his heart.

"Well, let's go home first."

Hoshimiya Shiori, who was all focused on his sudden change of attitude, didn't feel any weirdness in his very familiar tone of voice.

Unknowingly making the opponent let go of their guard, this is...

What Osamu Dazai is best at.

Looking at Xinggong Shizhi who had already walked for a while, her back came into view, as if she was tightly circled in the sticky kite color.

The thin, black-haired boy in a sand-colored windbreaker shrugged his shoulders, showing a bit of laziness, but what was completely different was the words in his heart.

Then, the next step is to get rid of the unsightly guy.

"Dazai—?"

After walking a few steps, she realized that Osamu Dazai hadn't followed. She turned her head, and the night wind blew the ends of her hair, and even the hem of her clothes swayed lightly.

The night is thick, and everything in the world is turned into darkness, but Osamu Dazai is walking step by step——

his light.

When Osamu Dazai approached, Shiori Hoshimiya saw that he was furious because he was carrying a shopping bag.The hands exposed in the air, the knuckles were slightly red from the cold air, and she couldn't bear it, so she said, "Is the thing too heavy? Let's divide it in half."

"It's not heavy at all." He refused immediately.

"Ok."

Since the other party had already said that, she couldn't say anything more, and the two walked straight to the staff dormitory.

There will be street lights at almost equal distances, but before passing through a certain tunnel, the street lights in the middle are completely broken, so that area has become a dark paradise.

In the green belts on both sides, I don't know which side came from the sound of autumn insects, rustling and screaming one after another.

Hoshimiya Shiori turned on the flashlight of the mobile phone, perhaps because of the overly quiet atmosphere around which made people's thoughts start to wander, Hoshimiya Shiori thought of the question that Osamu Dazai asked in the tea room on the eve of joining the detective agency.

So, just so thoughtlessly, she asked: "The pair of monsters is not a god, what is it?"

Putting it on someone else, it is inevitable that the other party will be a little dazed when such jumpy words are spoken, but Osamu Dazai naturally took over the conversation. At this time, the two of them were walking in the middle of the long tunnel, and their words echoed.

Osamu Dazai's voice hit the cold tunnel wall, and the sound bounced back was a little weaker.

"What is it..." His protracted tone was like a sigh, and at a certain point it became more serious, "It's a human being, a person with dark and unknown emotions, and will eventually be overwhelmed by too strong emotions." Emotionally burned out existence.”

It seems to be calmly narrating the final outcome of a tragedy.

But so calm and rational, Xinggong Shizhi murmured, "It's so pitiful."

"Maybe it's pitiful, or maybe it's not like this. It's truly pitiful if it doesn't end in this way."

Hoshimiya Shiori, who had been staring straight ahead, naturally missed Osamu Dazai's expression.

Destiny was already in front of him, but he just carelessly tore off the chains of fate that bound him, and then stepped on it expressionlessly.

Trying to use fate to persuade himself to give up, he won't do it again this time.

"What you said also makes sense, so it's really strange."

The game company that pursues reality too much has completely copied human beings into the game world, and even the inferiority has been preserved as it is.She can no longer tell whether it is the game company's mistake or a deliberate bad taste. For her, it is no longer possible to treat the game characters around her as simple data.

An irrefutable fact presented itself, they were as real as real human beings.

There will be pain, there will be tears, and it will be swallowed up by emotions and go to self-destruction.off.

"Strange? People are so strange."

The two finally walked out of the long tunnel, and a corner of the staff dormitory appeared in view.

Back in the dormitory, Osamu Dazai muttered that his forehead seemed to be getting cold. He covered his cold forehead with his hands, and followed Shiori Hoshimiya into her dormitory very naturally.

"It's just right for ginger soup." Satisfied with the cold forehead and palms, he walked to the kitchen and took out the old ginger from the plastic shopping bag, "Let me help too."

Shiori Xinggong, who was washing the cutting board, turned her head slightly, "Didn't you still talk about having a headache just now? Then take a rest for a while and go to the living room to stay. It's already warmed up on the table."

I don't know how he survived the winter in the past. After all, even in snowy days, he used to wear a shirt and a windbreaker.

He walked up to her without saying a word, and the two of them huddled together beside the small sink. After washing the old ginger, he took over her work and brushed the cutting board, only the cuffs of his shirt were rolled up Yes, as if it will slide down in the next second.

"The sleeves are going to get wet." She reminded aloud.

"Then please Shiori roll it for me."

"Wouldn't it be nice to obediently go to the living room from the beginning..." She sighed, and rolled up the cuffs for him earnestly, exposing the delicate wrist bones and a small forearm.

After washing all the things, he stopped Xinggong Shiori's words and went back to the living room to rest.

Gollum-

The brown sugar water in the small pot was boiled, and when the lid was lifted, a burst of sugar-laden water vapor hit the face, and soon disappeared into the air, and the air became sweet.

Throw in the shredded ginger and cover with a lid.

Wait a few minutes for the ginger soup to be ready.

When Shiori Xinggong came to the living room with a bowl of hot ginger soup, there was only the sound of the TV program in the living room.

The light in the center of the ceiling was still on, and Osamu Dazai was leaning against the coffee table. Perhaps because the kotatsu was too warm, he took off later.He took off the windbreaker, which was barely draped over his shoulders, and his head rested on his folded arms.

The warm light was scattered, and the warm light kissed his cheek, kissing this child who was as good as a god even though he was soaked in darkness.

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qaaaaaaq Did I crash? ? ? ?If you don't leave a message, I'm still a little flustered orz.