Social animals don't deserve love

I don't know whether Mr. Dazai's skill is quick or everyone has already known it, and soon the preparations for the dinner are almost done.

Junichiro Tanizaki and Mr. Kunikida moved out several folding tables and unfolded them on the grass.Junichiro's younger sister, Naomi, helped to move the stool, and Dr. Yosano moved the dishes and chopsticks out to set them up. The quilt, which was shaking in a mess in the wind, put on the quilt and said "Yoshiko" while taking out cider and wine from the bag. some fruits.Mr. Ranpo found a good place and sat on the stool with potato chips in his arms, staring at me until he saw the fried golden and crispy chicken nuggets and shrimp balls before looking away satisfied.

Even the taste is like that of a child.

"The craftsmanship is mediocre, I can only express my heart." I took the opportunity of carrying the plate and said to Mr. Kunikida: "There is still a pot of pudding in the refrigerator, please take some time to bring it to Ms. Okura and the others for me. Thank you for your help and protection.”

Although the supernatural killer who threatened my life is still at large, at least I am still alive, and proper thanks should be given.Mr. Kunikida looked up at me, and wrote down the matter seriously: "Understood."

Not all the protected people would thank you. In fact, the young man who was complained from time to time showed a gentle smile and nodded: "Thank you, thank you."

"Eh? Why do you want to thank me in turn?"

I put down the plate and looked at him. The upright man touched his wallet and sighed, "Perhaps it is because there are gentle people like Ms. Yata in the world that we can firmly pursue our ideals again and again."

Smiling, I lowered my head and pushed the plate with crabs to the center of the table. I raised my little finger and put my hair back: "Don't praise me like that again, I'm just an ordinary painter."

"Hey! Ms. Yada may have a problem with her cognition!" The yellow-haired youth sneaked out a hand from behind to touch the plate containing crabs, and Dr. Xie Ye held the wine bottle and slapped him sideways. : "Next time, I'll give you a free excision, Dazai."

"Wow--!"

The hand that was stealing the crab was withdrawn immediately, and Mr. Dazai pretended to be nothing, diverted halfway and pulled my half-length hair: "It would look better if it was longer?"

Before I could figure out what I wanted to say, Mr. Kunikida put away his handbook and was familiar with the road, grabbed his collar and shook it crazily: "No! Yes! Molestation! Harassment! Being! Protecting! Protecting! People!"

Uh... I don't think I need to say anything more, I turned around and went back to bring out the rest of the plates.

The potluck was a great success.Even though my cooking skills are limited to home-cooked meals, the ingredients are fresh and high-quality, and the members of the Armed Detective Agency are all kind people who are willing to encourage and praise others, so they emptied all the plates to save face.Sitting next to me with Ms. Yosano holding a wine bottle, and Mr. Ranpo sitting on the other side. Mr. Dazai, who is sometimes childish and sometimes crazy, is isolated two meters away, bowing his head facing the plate alone and making regular weird laughter from time to time.

Overall, it was a busy and meaningful evening.

After finishing the cleaning work, the sky was dark, and folding tables, tables, chairs and benches were all put into the empty room used as a warehouse.Detectives either rushed to the office for the night shift, or returned to their rooms to rest.I was sitting on the tatami with Socrates in my arms, and I didn't feel sleepy anyway.

When I opened the photos of Banban and Miss Yang, the inspiration surged unstoppably.

Soon, Miss Yang, a cat detective of different ages, with different movements and different expressions, appeared in my writing. She was a bit arrogant and savage, with sparkling eyes, walking in the light and dark to understand all the plots and secrets...

Unknowingly, I continued to draw until the moon shadow slanted to the west, and it would be dawn in two hours. Still unable to sleep, I put down the board and brush, and conveniently covered Socrates with a small blanket to cover his snow-white belly.

Open the door and walk to the corridor of the dormitory. At this moment, the whole of Yokohama is silent.

This is the first day after the end of the marriage, and it is not as difficult as imagined.Probably my few grievances were at work. I turned on the phone and tried to dial Ango’s number. After three rings, I buried my head in my arms and hurriedly hung up, feeling a sense of frustration.

Two possibilities.

One is when the phone is answered, what should I say to Ango?

——"Hello, have you seen the court summons and judgment?"

It's stupid to think about it.

The second is no answer...then why should I feel sorry for the obvious answer.

Playing with the electronic product in his hand, another door at the end of the corridor opened. Mr. Dazai, who was also energetic, first looked out, and then walked out: "I just said that I heard something. Why, Miss Yada can't sleep either? "

His current state looks much better than during the day, like a nocturnal creature whose day and night are reversed. Only when he returns to the night can he undo the seal and return to normal.

The sand-colored windbreaker fell on his shoulders, and the man gently stretched out his hands to me: "Don't catch a cold."

The clothes smelled of peach blossom and cider, maybe a little watery.I stared blankly at the lawn on the first floor—I also got up at night to help Anwu put his clothes on during the time when Anwu was insomnia, and every time he would hold my hand tightly but refused to say anything.Visible grief filled the study, mixed with guilt.

What was Ango thinking at that time?

"Well... Although I don't have the position to say that, but a beauty like you is standing next to you but thinking of other men in your heart, even I will feel depressed."

Mr. Dazai handed me a bottle of rice wine from behind like a magic trick: "The alcohol content is very low, so I won't get drunk."

As he said that, he opened another bottle and put it into my hand, and took away the bottle I was holding: "I'm sorry, when you needed encouragement and courage most yesterday, I was delayed due to other things and was not there."

It was then that I remembered Mr. Kunikida's roar of "throwing himself into the sea", and I turned my eyes and looked up at the young man beside me who was also unable to sleep.Under the moonlight, his iris eyes were clearly stained with a thin layer of red: "What are you looking at?"

The tone with a smile flew upwards at the end, I looked back and took a sip of rice wine: "Why do you want to die, Mr. Dazai?"

The black-haired young man was stunned for a moment, then smiled lightly and leaned his hands on the railing: "Probably because... I can't find the meaning of living."

After the sweetness disappeared, the aroma of the wine filled my mouth, and I stopped for a while before I realized it

"Oh, so that's the case." Then there is nothing to say, just like I would rather endure the pain of radiotherapy and chemotherapy than struggle to die, some people just feel that life is boring and they don't want to live.

It is nothing more than a subjective choice made by different individuals due to different environmental influences. We are all adults and there is nothing to persuade.

"Eh? Didn't Ms. Yada try to persuade me?"

The smile in his voice never faded, I turned my face away and stared at the deserted street and took another sip: "Since people have the right to live, they should also have the choice to commit themselves to death. Anyway, no matter who it is, life You can only live once, and you can only die once.”

"Even if you fell to the bottom like a wild dog?" The tab of another bottle of rice wine was pulled away, and the tone of the man who spoke was a little more careless.I looked at the bottle in my hand and murmured: "Whether it's a wild dog or a domestic cat, what's the difference? Only when you fall to the deepest point can you pry into your nature, get rid of the shackles imposed by the acquired environment, and re-examine yourself. Released from bondage."

"This is really..."

Sensational insights.

Mr. Dazai’s voice changed again, and I heard gloomy despair surging: “What if I invite you to fall together? It’s easier for two people to muster courage than one, for example, to jump from here together…” He took The obvious dissatisfaction whispered: "The height is too low, it's not a concrete floor yet."

I don't like to discuss this issue, so I took off the long sand-colored windbreaker I was wearing and returned it to its owner. I turned and walked back to the dormitory: "But I still hope that you can continue to work hard to find the meaning of life. Because... If you come out If there is an accident, everyone in the detective agency will be sad."

No longer staying here, he opened the door and walked into the room, and saw Socrates sitting on the small quilt head-on, his eyes shining brightly.

I:"……"

"Baby, you won't change, don't look at me like you're cheating on your girlfriend, okay?"

I reached out and brushed the cat's beard. Socrates' cobalt blue eyes seemed to be both angry and shy.

It really looks like the orange-haired youth I met during the day.

"It's really not your father we met today, right?" I lay down on my side and pressed my fingers on his white gloves, and the cat immediately pulled out its paws to fight back not to be outdone.

If memory serves me correctly, I know the small leader of a social violence group who claims to be Chuya Nakahara.

That was a long time ago.A few years ago, I had just graduated from junior high school and entered a public high school in Aoba Ward.

I remember one day a boy with orange hair and blue eyes went door-to-door in the neighborhood asking if there was a short-term job.At that time, the elders were still young, and no one needed to hire additional children to do things.

But his father still opened the fence gate for him, pointed to the cherry blossom tree in the yard that was tricked into buying the wrong one, and asked him to help weeding and watering, and agreed to do it every once in a while. He settles wages.

——The so-called salary is actually a big basket of bread baked by the mother in advance. It may not be delicious, but the quantity is definitely enough to satisfy the hunger.

"Not all children can have the love between their parents and their families like Fubuki, so it is always good to help those who are in need." When I asked why, my father would always turn his head to look Sighing to the cherry tree outside the window: "We can live a good life in Yokohama, but it is impossible not to give back to this city."

Because of my studies, I had very little interaction with that orange-haired boy, and we never talked to each other when we met each other occasionally.The main reason is that I was in the second stage of middle school at the time, and I thought language was a boring thing from the bottom of my heart. What people say often runs counter to what they think in their hearts. In this case, it is better to keep silent, so as not to waste life and deceive by saying so many useless words emotion.

In the following years, Yokohama was in a mess, and even the school had to take short holidays every now and then to avoid the students from being in danger. Only then did I really get in touch with him at home-the older girl silently handed the little boy milk and juice, and then sat on the quilt Seriously reading a book by the window shaded by cherry trees.

Suspension is only temporary, and a not-so-intelligent person like me must work harder in advance.

After that, my parents had to stay at home. My father liked energetic and responsible boys very much. Occasionally, he would take my old textbooks to teach the boys who came to help tidy up the garden.They also had some other conversations during the teaching, for example, the father asked the boy if he would like to be adopted, but he would neither tell us the full name nor be adopted, only that there were more homeless The child is waiting for him to protect.

——Father could only sigh and give up.

They also discussed the violent social groups in the port area, and the orange-haired boy said he hated those people.

Unexpectedly, now he himself became one of them.

It's true that things are impermanent, only sighs and sighs.