Group Pet Career in Yokohama

"Speaking of which, Mr. Odasaku is working for the port mafia, right?" Hill asked, rubbing the soft and fluffy black hair on his chin, looking at the tall and thin figure in front of him.

"Ah, yes." Looking at the gradually blurred street corner, he replied indifferently: "It's just a member of the lowest rank, a small role that does everything."

"Eh?" Osamu Dazai raised his head in surprise, "I don't think Mr. Odasaku is just a low-level character, right?"

"Yes, Mr. Odasaku is very powerful." Hill said affirmatively, "And Mr. Odasaku has supernatural powers, right? Predictive."

"Huh?" Oda Tsukuru was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously replied: "Yes, my supernatural ability - Tian-YiSeam, can predict the future about five or six seconds later."

Osamu Dazai murmured to himself: "Well, it's a very powerful supernatural ability. People with strong physical skills can kill people in a few seconds if they use it properly. It's unexpectedly suitable for some assassination or escort work."

"I found that Mr. Odasaku has thick calluses on his hands, the kind of calluses are left by shaking hands with guns and sniper guns for a long time, and your way of walking has been professionally trained, and your physical skills seem to be good. You used to be a A professional killer?" Speaking of which, he looked at Odasaku meaningfully.

"Why does Mr. Oda Saku, who possesses such killing skills and superpowers, want to dwell at the bottom of the port mafia... With your strength, you can be promoted quickly, right?"

"Well, that's right." Oda Saku nodded calmly, affirming Osamu Dazai's analysis of him.

Ordinary people will be in a trance even if they are not panicked by such sharp analysis of the unknown past.

But the man Odasaku is obviously not as slender and sensitive as ordinary people. With his thick nerves and reflex arcs that are different from ordinary people, even if someone tells him that the earth is square, he will accept it calmly. Even if he sees a penguin cooking when buying curry Will greet you calmly.

Such an amazing human being.

"I've been at the bottom because I'm not worth enough." He said flatly.

Hill buttoned the bandage on Osamu Dazai's head and raised his head, "It's because Mr. Odasaku is a kind and gentle man."

Even though he has killed countless people.

"Huh?" Osamu Dazai was thoughtful, "I see, is it because Mr. Odasaku is a mafia that doesn't kill people? So for the mafia, Mr. Odasaku who has a murderous technique but can't use it is like It’s like chicken ribs, it’s tasteless to eat and a pity to throw away, so I can only let others do it.”

"As you said, that's it."

"So—what is the reason why Mr. Odasaku stopped killing people? Can you tell us?" Hill, whose back was slipping a bit, turned upside down, and he asked with interest.

"Because I want to write novels." Speaking of this matter, Odasaku's dark blue eyes seemed to fall into the sky, long and far-reaching.

"writing a novel?"

"Writing a novel is to describe the life of human beings," he said with a light in his eyes, "and a killer who takes someone's life is not qualified to write a novel."

Then, as if on a whim, or because the street corner lights were too gentle and evoked unforgettable memories, he told a story that made people feel a little sad but infinitely reverie.

At that time, Odasaku was 14 years old. He was a lone killer entrusted by others, and he never missed the mission he took.He found the book at the mission site, but the title of the book has long been blurred, only the first volume and the second volume, and its owner and their family have turned into stains on the wall and will never be able to read it.

Since then, he has studied this book countless times, and the more he reads it, the more addicted he becomes. Even though the content is about trivial things that happened to small people, he can't put it down and read it repeatedly.

Finally Odasaku met the man at the teahouse in the rain, the man who gave him the lower part of the book and told him.

The second part is more fascinating than any book he has ever read, and every character who appears on the stage can see his own shadow.But there is a shortcoming-because the book is missing a few pages near the end, only one line that the protagonist said to the killer is left, and then it stops abruptly.

Oda Saku kept thinking about the reason why the last killer who was very similar to himself stopped killing people. In order to write that reason to complete the whole work, Oda Saku brought himself in, put down the killing gun, and picked up the paper and pen.

Since then, his life has completely changed, but it is a pity that three volumes of that book were lost in the years of wandering.

"It's really a magical story, interesting." Dazai Osamu murmured thoughtfully, his eyes seemed to reflect the stars in the night, which could be seen bright and dim, "Is man born to redeem himself..."

These are the last words spoken by the protagonist to the killer.

Dazai...

"Ah, here it is."

It was a two-story iron house that looked very old. The signboard at the door was printed with the katakana names of "Freedom Pavilion", and the signboard had been washed and rusted by the years.

There are very few buildings around the store, and few pedestrians pass by, only a few cars speeding away.Behind is a lush forest, even though the location belongs to the city, it is a scene of its own, located in a quiet place.

"jingle--"

Odasaku pushed open the door of Ziyuxuan, and the bell hanging on the door made a crisp sound.The store looks dilapidated and inconspicuous from the outside, but there is something special inside. The bright interior decoration is clean and tidy, with a rural style.

"Boss, here are three servings of curry." Entering the shop, Odasaku said casually to the boss who was cooking curry inside the bar.

He seems to be very familiar with the boss of Zi Zi Xuan, and he can be seen as a frequent visitor here.

"What kind of curry do Hill and Dazai-kun want to eat? The curry made by the boss is first-rate, but I recommend the spicy curry."

Hill: "Ah, then I'll choose spicy curry."

Osamu Dazai: "Eh? Then I'll choose spicy curry too."

"Okay." The boss in the inner kitchen turned around. Although the hairline is worrying, he is a kind-faced, fat and kind middle-aged man, "It's rare to see Oda-chan bring friends to eat ah."

"Huh? They're not..."

"That's right! We are Odasaku's friends~" Hill looked at Odasaku and Dazai Osamu eagerly, his big light yellow eyes were sparkling, so cute that people couldn't refuse, "After eating curry together Dazai and I are friends of Odasaku, right?"

"I don't care, after all Odasaku is a very interesting person." Osamu Dazai said with a smile.

"...Well, yes, then we will be friends from now on."

A few years have already polished the edges and corners of the cold and dull young killer, not to mention the fact that Oda Zuo, who is a good old man, has no choice but to take children by accident.

The aroma of curry is constantly in the air, not only from the hot soup pot, but also from every object in the store.

The boss quickly served the curry under the condition of sufficient preparation.

On the clean plate, the burnt yellow curry rice is evenly rolled into a round shape, covered with a golden sun-dried egg, the color combination alone makes people very appetizing, the unique aroma of curry is rendered by the special sauce The next is more intense.

Hill looked at the delicious curry rice on the plate, picked up the spoon and took a bite into his mouth. The first thing that conveyed to the taste nerves was the slightly sweet milky aroma, which should be added with coconut milk, followed by a strong sweeping The spiciness that comes is bouncing on the tip of the tongue, and the continuous stimulation makes the scalp feel numb.

Sweetness, saltiness, spiciness and curry's unique spicy aroma intertwine and burst, and the vivid taste feast explodes colorful fireworks in the mind.