Social animals don't deserve love

He seemed to force a smile on his expressionless face, giving off a "false" feeling from head to toe, which could even be described as "artificial", "frivolous", "hypocritical"...stiff Gotta make me a little queasy.

But I can't discriminate against someone just because he smiles ugly, especially if the other party doesn't show malice.

——Maybe it's just fear of strangers?

There is Mr. Quilt, ah, no, the example of Mr. Tayama Hanaburo is placed in front, which does not seem to be difficult to understand.

Some people just want to bluff the more they face something they are afraid of, like a half-sized cat that is startled, and will arch its back hair to pretend that it is very powerful when it sees a broom.

"Hello, Fubuki Yata, it's our first time meeting you." Holding the cat and leaning slightly, he picked up the plastic bag, and the man with fluffy hair and bandages asked, "Are there any crabs? I like crabs the most!"

The deliberately protracted ending has a strong youthful flavor, but it is completely different from the feeling brought by Mr. Ranpo.The latter is naturally cute, while the former... probably pretends to be cute in order to lower the vigilance of others before committing pranks.

"Sorry, I haven't looked at it yet. I can't be sure about crabs or something." What I bought just now was too flustered and blurred. I can only recall the bill and make sure I haven't seen any numbers beyond the normal range.Having said that, autumn is the time when crabs are the most plump, and the price will be higher than usual, but if you meet a particularly generous stall owner, maybe?

——It’s embarrassing to say, I often meet such a generous boss, Yokohama still has a lot of good people.

Mr. Kunikida pinched him like a screaming chicken and shook him again: "Only you can't ask! Yesterday, when Ms. Yada was in need of help, you ran into the sea and let us wait so long for nothing. What kind of crab, hurry up! Apologize to me!"

After speaking, he raised his head and looked at me apologetically: "I'm sorry, this guy's name is Dazai, Osamu Dazai. Usually you just ignore him."

The young man Dazai Osamu who was holding the collar wriggled and protested loudly: "Don't! Kunikida-kun is afraid that the handsome and handsome me will take away the beauty's sight so he will slander you like that. You are too cunning, you are too cunning~"

He should look like he wants to laugh, but his eyes are dark and dark.I have to say that Osamu Dazai has a very good appearance, a harmless face that is easy to please women, coupled with his fluffy hair, erratic temperament, and gentle voice, he is indeed a classic supporting role of the gentle type that has become particularly popular in recent years.

Why don't I see him as the main character?Because it doesn't look easy to bully, like a beautiful and dreamy swamp, no matter how many brilliant rainbow lights are refracted on the water surface, there is always a puddle of mud underneath.

Whose hero can do this!

I pursed my lips and bent over, picked up the plastic bag and hugged the cat, and walked past Mr. Kunikida who vigorously shook my colleagues trying to shake him back to normal. I managed to maintain an impeccable smile.

"Okay, okay, oh, Kunikida-kun, Miss Yada has gone away~" Osamu Dazai saved his collar and tie from his partner, and patted the neck bandage very carefully: "If it gets dirty, don't worry about it." To change, really!"

Kunikida Doppo hadn't understood this new colleague before, and he seemed to have a normal IQ and a low EQ, but he did it so hard that it made his teeth itch, and he wanted to beat him to death on the spot.You say he is smart?His ingenuity is all spent on laziness and fishing; call him a fool, even Mr. Ranpo appreciates this guy when he is serious.

I really don't understand why he has to die every now and then. At the beginning, everyone was nervous because of his death-seeking behavior, but after a few months of getting along, they quickly evolved into extremely calm.

Probably calm enough to congratulate him on his well-deserved death even after receiving a call for help...

"Suddenly I'm looking forward to dinner!" Osamu Dazai broke free from his partner in a relaxed tone: "In order to celebrate the rare feast, wine is indispensable, why don't you go buy some cider, Kunikida-kun?"

Unknowingly, the young man with yellow hair who was bypassed by others thought, yes, he can't accept the ladies reception empty-handed.

"It's rare that you can come up with some useful suggestions. I'll go buy it right away, but I have work tomorrow so I can't drink too much." He wrote down a sum in his hand account, and closed the book with a snap: "Don't drink too much." To harass the protected person, understand? Ms. Yada has just experienced the pain of a failed marriage, you...you should be a human being."

The guy has very little morals to speak of, and the ladies still love his silliness.Fortunately, Ms. Yada is a woman that even Mr. Ranpo evaluates as "smart", so she should not be fooled by Dazai.

He turned back to his room to bring a shopping bag, thinking in his heart that besides cider, he had to buy other things to enrich the dining table, and really regarded the dinner party as a team-building activity for the detective agency.Flicking past Yu Zheng's honest partner, Dazai Osamu kicked the cement pipe that was almost buried by the turf, and sat down on it like a rascal, not caring at all that the hem of the long windbreaker was dragged on the ground and stained with dust.

Yada Fubuki should have been called "Sakaguchi Fubuki" yesterday.

——Ango, apart from being a triple agent of the Supernatural Secret Service, the Port Mafia, and the overseas mercenary gang, what else have you concealed from us?

The young man pouted.

Tsk, although he was very upset that that guy was able to marry such a pure and beautiful wife, but when he turned his head and thought about the person who probably didn't know that he had been dumped, Osamu Dazai felt that he could appreciate this brave lady.He couldn't bear the black mud that was bubbling in his stomach, walked into the corridor of the dormitory, took out his mobile phone to choose an angle, and took a photo of the protected person washing and cutting ingredients through the window, and decided to send it to a good friend on a good day.

I really look forward to seeing what kind of expression Ango will show after receiving this "big gift".

"Crack!"

The sound of the camera shutter was too loud to be ignored. As soon as I looked up, I saw Mr. Dazai leaning on the metal railing in the corridor of the dormitory holding his mobile phone.He immediately realized that his abrupt behavior had been discovered, and he lowered his head slightly with a helpless and shy expression: "Sorry, I didn't ask for your permission just now."

The sand-colored windbreaker softened the outline of his whole body, and his weak and expectant expression easily won sympathy, just like a cat who knows that he has made a mistake.

If I hadn't noticed the momentary sense of disobedience that he had suddenly appeared before, maybe I would have really believed it.

"Please show me the photo."

I pushed open the window and poked my head out, looking at Mr. Dazai's outstretched hand and glanced at the picture he took.

Just... a very ordinary silhouette, nothing irritating.What is the use of taking such a photo?

"Can I keep this photo? You are so pretty." The black-haired young man clenched his phone tightly, his gaze green and straightforward: "I won't use it in strange places, I swear!"

——Maximum sent to your ex-husband for extortion...

Seeing what he said so pitifully, I felt embarrassed and angry, and nodded indiscriminately, closed the window and retreated into the room.Quickly pushed it away again: "Can you eat spicy food?"

In the deepest part of the bag miraculously there are a few big crabs lying on their stomachs. I have to admire Mr. Ranpo's ability to predict things like a god.

Mr. Dazai raised his hand limply and almost clenched his thumb and index finger and gestured in front of his eyes: "You can eat so much."

"Then boil it with salt water." I retreated into the room again, but this time I failed to close the window—Mr. Dazai leaned over the window frame curiously and poked his head over the chopping board: "Is there any other way?"

"Yes, it can also be deep-fried, marinated, or made into curry." I think it's not bad if someone is willing to stand aside and communicate with you while you are busy cooking, "But these crabs are of great quality, fried and Curry is a bit wasteful, you can’t eat spicy food when marinated, it’s better to follow the traditional method.”

The seasonal swimming crabs are cleaned and thrown into the pot, add water, salt, ginger slices, turn on the fire and cover, this is the traditional method.

He seemed very frustrated with his inability to eat spicy food. His fluffy hair drooped in front of his eyes, and he reluctantly looked at the tightly covered pot: "Try other flavors next time! Can the curry be less spicy?" ?”

I didn't speak, just looked up at him and smiled.

No next time, I don't like to cook.

Fresh ingredients are often made in the simplest and most simple way. In other words, among so many foods, the fried shrimp and chicken nuggets requested by Mr. Ranpo are the most troublesome. I can even make Socrates The meat liver cat rice is made.

The cat buried its head in the bowl and munched, its butt facing the window, and its paws were on the bowl to protect the food.

Many people say that cat food protection is not a good habit and needs to be corrected, but I don't think it matters.Socrates, he was originally a stray cat, how could he not even survive to meet me?After we get along for a long time, he will naturally understand that he will not be hungry again, and I will not touch him when he is eating.

Osamu Dazai lay on the window frame staring at the woman's busy figure in a daze.The ingredients are cleaned one by one and arranged neatly according to the rules, and the visual effect is comfortable enough to make people give up thinking.

Maybe this is what ordinary people call happiness?After a long day at work, there is nothing to do waiting for the beautiful wife to bring out the steaming food with a smile.

Considerate inquiries, gentle care, at this moment the temperature of the world overwhelms the bitter autumn wind behind.

Ah, by the way, according to the world's point of view, there must be a brat running around to make trouble, so as to highlight the gentleness of the hostess.

Sure enough...boring.

There are no traces of training on Ms. Yada's body. The main wear and tear is distributed on the first knuckle and wrist, which is consistent with her illustrator's occupation.Breathing, reaction speed, and muscle tension all show that this is just an ordinary woman who can't be more ordinary. With such a face and unconsciousness, no wonder Ango is hiding like something.

He never told us!snort!

Recalling the topics about pursuing girls in the LUPIN bar in the past... Osamu Dazai darkened his eyes.

That guy Ango must have been secretly laughing at me and Odasaku back then.

The young man couldn't help grinding his teeth secretly.

"Okay, can you help invite members of other detective agencies? This is the reward."

A brightly colored crab foot was sent to the front, and the shell was carefully peeled off, revealing the tender and delicate crab meat.

Osamu Dazai looked down at his hand pressing on the window frame, opened his mouth and bit it, nodded vaguely with the crab claw in his mouth, turned around and knocked on the door of his colleagues.

——This is definitely the cheapest salary a former cadre of the port mafia has received in his life.

So, when is the best time to send the photo on the phone to Ango?

How about being stuck on the last day of fifteen business days?

Or wait until the dust settles?

Ah... Odasaku, what do you think?

As he chewed and thought, he kept knocking on the door under his hands.

Crabs are so delicious, next time I have to ask for curry flavor.

Ango is lucky.