Group Pet Career in Yokohama

The weather in June is always changing. It was clear just now, but now the sky is very gloomy. The iron-like dark clouds and the distant coastline are almost connected together, forming two dividing lines with indistinct color difference.

Hill was holding the small satchel given to her by Akiko's sister, and carrying the exquisitely packaged snacks, while Yuke obediently lay on her shoulder.She also made an agreement with it in advance that some places where pets are inconvenient to come and go will be pretended to be toys, and they should be pretended to be normal small pets at ordinary times.

The sky was too dark, and the people on the street left in a hurry to go home.

Hill looked at these people in confusion, and walked out of the dessert shop on his own. This place is still a bit far from the detective agency, and she had no choice but to go out to buy things because she lost the boxing match with Edogawa Ranpo.

Two months ago, Hill was picked up by an old gentleman named Natsume Soseki from the streets of Old Warehouse Street and handed over to the Armed Detective Agency to take care of him, so he was taken in by its president Yukichi Fukuzawa as a matter of course. Or foster care is more appropriate.

——Although Hill already looks like this, she is as ignorant of the world as a newborn child, and the terrifying ability to read people's hearts makes Fukuzawa Yukichi recall the first time he and Edogawa Ranbo 11 years ago. meet.

Out of a sense of responsibility not to want Hill to go astray, and because Mr. Natsume personally entrusted him, Hill finally stayed in the detective agency, but he did not officially join.

That's what Fukuzawa Yukichi told Hill.

It is said that he has not joined, and the members of the detective agency have never regarded Hill as an outsider. Hill, who is understanding and confused because he does not have the common sense that ordinary people have, has become a little sister in the eyes of everyone despite his age. exist.

Even Ranpo Edogawa, the proud and unpredictable famous detective, became playmates with Hill for the first time, and took the responsibility to teach Hill common sense on his own.

Yuke suddenly appeared on a certain day. As soon as this docile and cute little guy appeared, he got into the black cat doll that Oda Sakunosuke gave Yu Hill and couldn't come out.

Immediately after that, Edogawa Ranpo, who was caught by Edogawa the next day, pointed out the fact that Hill wanted to hide. Hill hesitated for a while and confessed to him and Fukuzawa Yukichi.

But after that, the two of them acted as if nothing happened, as if Hill just said what he wanted to eat tonight, they nodded and went to do their own things.

Hill, who was left confused, looked at Yuke in blank dismay.

"pat-"

Hill raised her head, and the transparent raindrops were reflected in her pale yellow pupils, and she was stimulated to close her eyes slightly.

It's raining……

Hill was standing on the street at the moment and was about to cross the road. He looked around for a while in a daze. Seeing that the rain was getting heavier, he finally chose a nearby convenience store to hide from the rain.

She took out her wallet from her pocket and found that the remaining money was not enough for her to buy another umbrella... Oops, I bought too many desserts, she sighed helplessly.

People who are too late to go home on the road hurriedly put their briefcases or schoolbags on their heads, or those who have prepared for a long time walk leisurely in the rain with an umbrella. A heavy rain divides people of different kinds into two. A distinct group.

Hill sniffed the rich and hot sweet smell that kept wafting out of the bag containing the desserts. This was what Luanbu asked her to buy back and prepare to eat together...but he often said this kind of thing.

Thinking of this, Hill collected himself, then silently put his hand into the bag.

Cough, she just doesn't want to make the dim sum taste bad, she doesn't want to steal or eat alone.

"Hey, Miss, are you in trouble?" A clear and gentle male voice sounded from Hill's ear.

Hill, who was feeling guilty, trembled subconsciously, and the snack he just took out fell into the bag again.

She quickly regained her composure and turned around. The person who was speaking just now was a young man holding an umbrella who looked not much older than herself. His slender body was covered with a black coat, and his face was covered with a white bandage. There is a morbid and magical appeal.

It seems that he is very popular with women... he is dangerous like a moth to a flame, even though he is pretending...

and many more……

Hill kept eyeing him suspiciously.

The young man who didn't get an answer just stood quietly in the rain holding an umbrella, indulging Hill to look at the person who met him for the first time for too long, and looked impolitely. The pattering rain curtain divided the two into Two worlds, the umbrella stripped him from the noisy space again, forming an invisible barrier.

Hill didn't feel like he was pretending. He looked at himself sadly, as if looking at a phantom reflected in the air—maybe he didn't even know it.

He reluctantly talked to himself as if he had let go of all shackles.

"Did sir mistook me for someone?" Hill tilted his head in doubt.

Hill looked at his hand holding the umbrella slightly, and even the air seemed to stagnate for a moment.

Osamu Dazai lowered his eyes slightly, he should have thought about it a long time ago... He is not that "Dazai", just like Odasaku who is writing a novel is not the "Odasaku" who stays in the grave, and of course the girl in front of him is not that "Odasaku" "Hill", her words pointed out the fact that he had been deceiving himself and others like a sharp sword.

Soon he returned to that natural attitude, and said: "No, I know that this kind of ambiguous attitude is probably very rude to you and her."

"Really? That's good." Hill smiled slightly, as if what he said was true, "After all, no one wants to be treated as the shadow of another person, or even as a person who should not exist in this world. Bar?"

"But I do exist."

"..." He fell silent.

Osamu Dazai learned a few years ago that the world he lives in is just a "possible" world among the countless branches he lives in.

In the original world, his best friend Oda Saku died after being involved in the mimic incident, and he left the port mafia to join the armed detective agency... The last thoughts about him are only an unnamed tombstone and a matchbox.

Due to seeing through the truth of the existence of this world too early, he was extremely sober and quickly made a plan, gave up the opportunity to become friends with Oda, and continued to serve this plan desperately, almost masochistically... Everything is for This is the world where Oda Saku is still writing novels.

But something even more unbelievable happened, just like a perfect fairy tale that regrets to a certain extent and will be compensated by fate, he obtained the memory of another world.

The development of other people and events is so logical, the only difference is that there is an additional unique existence, an existence that is so illusory that it is unbelievable. until the age of 15.

I got to know Oda Saku early, and I had that kind of indescribable gentle emotion early... It was so perfect that he panicked and didn't want to recall it anymore.

But so what?In contrast to it is the fact that you can’t get what you want. This beautiful memory is like watching flowers on a horse. Of course, the scenery to be seen in the flowers on a horse is always the self who has nothing, and the memory is ruthlessly flowed away.

He smiled wryly, and in the end he chose soberly to treat the second memory as a false dream... After all, if he persisted, he would fall into hell early before the plan was completed.

However, fate seemed to regard him as a funny clown, constantly teasing him. He discovered two months ago that the Armed Detective Agency, which had been under his watch, had received a commission. The girl who was commissioned was Hill... that special existence .

He couldn't sit still...Even if he tried to continue to regard her as an illusion, tried his best to treat her as another person to find differences, and deceive himself like this, every time he thought of having a relationship with her, he would feel that way. The cognition of the world will turn into a heavy object, pressing the whole person underneath, followed by endless fear.

I am afraid that everything is a phantom, and I am afraid that everything is real.

...he still couldn't sit still.

Holding an umbrella, convincing myself to go out for a walk like an excuse... Pretending to meet by chance but meeting everything in plan... It's just a drama performed clumsily by the timid.

Compared with the already seething inner world, Osamu Dazai smiled softly, not knowing whether he was agreeing with Hill or persuading himself, he repeated in a dull tone: "Yes, you do exist."

He had never been so conscious of this fact.

Hill was very satisfied. Hearing the patter of the rain mixed with his pleasant voice, she changed the subject and thoughtfully stopped "difficult" him.

"Although it rained on the way back, it was really worrying, but fate is wonderful, isn't it? Sometimes once you take one part, you will immediately make up for it with another part, so I can enjoy the different scenery in rainy days and sunny days And people, and meeting such interesting people as Mr.

Hill sneaked his hand into the pastry bag again, picked up a piece of delicate pastry, and put it into his mouth with a puff of hot air... Being able to monopolize all the pastry is probably a kind of "compensation".

"'Good things and bad things add up to complete nature, and so is life'. It's interesting, right?" Swallowing the snack, she tilted her head slightly, and there were butterflies flying in her eyes.

"...It's really interesting...and it makes sense." Dazai Osamu's iris-colored eyes also filled with a smile, and there was a little light in the dry swamp.

Does that mean—if his previous life was a series of bad things with regrets and depressions, would good things start when he met this girl in front of him?

"I'm Osamu Dazai." He introduced himself like this.

"I'm Hill," she responded.

In the eyes of Osamu Dazai, Hill has become extremely real, he is not "Dazai", Hill is not "Hill", and the girl in front of him belongs to him—the Hill in the world where Osamu Dazai exists.

What a flattering fact.