Social animals don't deserve love

I came back from the morning market early in the morning with a full load, and met Osamu Dazai sitting alone on the concrete pillar on the lawn downstairs of the dormitory.

Winter is the fattest season for root vegetables and some marine fishes. It is very suitable for making stews. It is very comfortable to think about a pot of steaming nests in the kotatsu.The morning market is the source of the freshest ingredients, and there are often many things that are not available in supermarkets and free markets.Recently, I suddenly became interested in food, and I finally regained my heart for cooking. I don’t like cooking, and I get used to it after doing a lot.

I can eat rice balls, but Socrates can't!

Anyway, if you can't sleep, there is no possibility that you can't catch up.

Carrying enough food for the two of us for a week, we turned around the wall and looked up to see Osamu Dazai standing in the open space like a wooden sculpture.

Strictly speaking, this metaphor is not appropriate, because wood carvings do not drip dripping, let alone shivering from the cold.

The dark-haired young man sat silently on the concrete pipe, looking like an urban ghost in the mist of winter mornings.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, he turned and "looked" at me, his dull iris eyes were out of focus.

It feels a little serious, isn't he really sleepwalking?

"Are you okay? Go and change clothes, don't catch a cold and get sick."

This person doesn't look very healthy, as if a gust of wind can blow it away.

"..." He moved his lips, but I couldn't hear clearly: "What did you say?"

"Ah... nothing."

He seemed to want to get up from the concrete pipe, staggered a few steps, raised his hand to cover his stomach, and "wow" vomited red all over the floor.

The thin and tall young man fell on the grass. Before dawn, I couldn’t tell whether it was blood or what he was vomiting. I hurriedly threw the bag away and ran up to take a closer look...

I:"……"

Really have your Osamu Dazai.

The smell of tomato juice, strong wine, and raw water hits the face.

No matter what, it's better not to spit out so much blood.

"Drunk and went into the water again, didn't you?"

I struggled to drag the "dead dog" on the ground away from the vomit.Although it was true that he vomited, as an adult, he would be shocked and unable to accept the fact after waking up.

——Don't look at this man's height of about 1.8 meters, but his weight is light and light, and he can still use his strength to pull the windbreaker.

Osamu Dazai, who was almost strangled to death by me, swayed from side to side as I dragged him to the stairs, this guy was at least a little sober: "Well, it's a pity, he didn't die again."

Yes, he intentionally got himself drunk and jumped into the river, came out alive and sat in the vent drinking the northwest wind. I don't know whether he really wants to die or pretends to die.

"The way to die by drowning is ugly. The whole person will swell up into a big fat man and float on the water. I heard that the facial features will be rotten and out of shape, and the foul-smelling liquid will leak out after being fished out. The residents along the coast will definitely complain. , after all, the water bodies in the entire area are polluted.”

I poked his forehead, feeling a little warm under my hand.

"Wow! It's disgusting..."

He shook his head and shook off the broken hair covering his eyes, and got up from the ground with his arms propped up, "Good night, Chuuxue sauce."

Good night……?

Looking up at the sky, which is brighter and brighter for a while, there is already a faint orange-red reflection in the clouds in the east.

"Wait, is it morning?"

Osamu Dazai held the hem of the windbreaker with one hand and looked back and forth in disgust: "As long as I plan to go to bed, it will be night."

"Um... can you walk into the bathroom by yourself?" I was afraid that he would crash his head against the tile wall of the bathroom. Although this would be considered a successful suicide in a certain sense, but...but I don't want to live in a haunted house!

"Otherwise, Fuxue-chan will come in with me~"

He took off his windbreaker and tucked it under his arms in a mess. He lifted his foot up the stairs and turned back laughing wildly: "It's so cold, winter is here before you know it. It seems warmer when two people squeeze together..."

"I think what you need is a warm palace sticker or a hot water bottle." I ruthlessly interrupted my wild thoughts.

Turning back to pick up the ingredients scattered on the ground, I had to free up one hand to push him up: "Hurry up and take a hot bath, and I will put the hot drink at your door later and get it by yourself."

"Eh? I thought I could get meticulous care! It's a pity..." He was forced to act while looking back at my plastic bag: "Are there any crabs?"

"Is there a tip?"

Are you kidding, you still want to rub crabs with me for free every day, Mr. Dazai, you are not some small and exquisite plush cutie.

"This is really a sad topic..." He patted all his pockets: "They all flowed into the gentle sea of ​​Yokohama with the clear water of the Tsurumi River."

That is, penniless.

"There are no crabs, but can I have Chawanmushi?"

Forget it, who can argue with a big boy shivering in the cold wind.After drinking so much wine and throwing up in the cold wind, I probably can't eat anything, and the hot custard is also good for avoiding the cold.

Pushing Dazai to the door of his own dormitory, the two of us looked at each other again.

The young man was pitiful: "The key...was washed away by the water."

"No spare key?" I bent down and looked down at the keyhole... There are some strange scratches on the brass texture.

"No, for an unpopular bachelor like me, the spare key that can never be given away is a scar that will never heal in his heart." Osamu Dazai simply leaned his back against the door panel and slid down involuntarily.Fearing that he would freeze on the ground again and cause an accident, I hurriedly stretched out my hand to barely support him: "Let me tell you first, I don't have a change of clothes for men, and remember to clean up my washing machine after using it!"

"Hmm."

He moaned and mumbled a few perfunctory words, shuffled and reluctantly followed me, and was finally shoved into the bathroom.

The ingredients were randomly thrown on the counter, and I took out an unused smallest oil painting knife from the pen holder, the brass was shiny.

Keys and the like...there is actually not much meaning in existence, and they can be replaced by various tools in many cases.

If you have lived alone for many years, there is a high probability that you will be able to master the skills of unlocking with bare hands.After all, there are always cases where the keys are forgotten or lost, and there is no one to turn to for help. It will be natural after a few more tries.Especially the ancient and simple lock cylinder used in the staff dormitory, I can open it even without metal tools.

The reason for using tools is really to reassure colleagues.

Just... this kind of technology is better not to be too strong.

It's not that you can't pick the lock and throw Osamu Dazai back, but... he doesn't look very good now, the heat on his forehead is obviously beyond the normal range, and he always feels like if he just leaves it alone, maybe he will come out later All you see is a corpse.

"Mr. Dazai, I seem to have found the key! I'll go get you some clothes, what else do you need?"

I said hello before heading out, and there was a buzzing answer from the bathroom: "The clothes are in the cupboard, and there's a box of bandages underneath."

Well, it turns out that the amount of bandages he consumes is calculated by the box.Were you seriously injured in your early years?

Osamu Dazai's room is completely inconsistent with his outward image.There is nothing but cans and a few wine bottles, as if ready to get up and leave at any moment.The mobile phone I saw last time probably went to a distant place with the flowing water, so people really don't know how to evaluate it.

Randomly took a yukata, carried the bandage box and went back to the dormitory. Fortunately, Mr. Kunikida, who got up early to work, would not be able to explain it even if he jumped into the Tsurumi River...

Dazai Osamu came out of the bathroom barefoot only after the chawanmushi and hangover soup were out of the pot and placed on the table.The hot water made him look much better, his hair was as thick as seaweed, and he looked like a Maine Coon cat pulled out of the water.It was a bandage, which was still tightly wrapped after a new layer.

"Meow woo woo!"

Socrates hid in the cat's nest and closely monitored the uninvited guest, his tail slapped with a "slap".

First, I added water to the young master, rubbed his ears and smoothed his hair to calm his emotions. I took a new towel, pushed Dazai Osamu to the low table and sat down, and covered my head with the towel: "Low your head!"

The temperature on the forehead seemed to have dropped a bit, and it was probably back to a safe range.

I kneaded my hair with malice, and I quickly kneaded the seaweed head into an explosive head: "If you don't dry your hair, you will get a headache. Even if you turn on the air conditioner to keep warm, it's useless. Eat something and rest first. If there is any discomfort Be sure to say it in time."

"Oh……"

Maybe it was the hot bath that effectively calmed his desire to die. At this moment, the "soup cat" was extremely well-behaved, slowly picking up the spoon, scooping up the steamed tea bowl and stuffing it into his stomach one bite at a time.

After drinking the hangover soup, before I could urge him back to his dormitory, the man threw away the spoon and poured it on the floor, and the thunderous snoring sounded almost a second later.

I:"……"

This is Lai entering the house and not planning to leave?

He had no choice but to find a quilt to cover him again, throw down the pillow and hug Socrates back to the bedroom and lock the door to catch up on sleep.

I don't get up early, I go to bed late...

I'm finally sleepy now.

...she fell asleep.

When Osamu Dazai opened his eyes, the first thing he did was to open Yada Fubuki's computer records and quickly browse through all the emails she had sent and received recently, and then check to see if there were any small things that shouldn't appear secretly ambush through social software.

It is a normal operation to enter the water, but I did not expect that my stomach could not accept the drink mixed with tomato juice.Sitting on the lawn downstairs in the dormitory and blowing in a daze was not intentional, just lazy to move.On the contrary, Yada Fubuki's appearance was a little surprising, it was too early, and she came back from the outside with her bag before dawn, and from the look on her face, it could be seen that she also had a sleepless night.

The very manipulative youth decides to do something along the way to fulfill his promise to protect his friend's friend.

What?You mean Ango?

Ango doesn’t count, I Dazai Osamu counts as Odasaku’s side.

Very normal, nothing suspicious in the email correspondence.

Her computer is very "clean", with almost nothing but sketches.

As for the recent exchange of letters... including work, medical treatment, contact with lawyers, and the first five chapters of Oda Sakunosuke's posthumous manuscript.

Leaving aside the manuscript, just from these traces, it can be seen that Fubuki Yada has a gentle personality and usually lives in secluded places.Make sure you haven't lied, and your memory shows no signs of tampering.

So, who on earth is determined to kill this ordinary woman?

The author has something to say: Highlights of this chapter

new colleagues

really personality

雪姐

puzzled

cat face

Yokohama lock king

surprised to find

skill overlap

The prison group of the new show is named God, and the plot is beginning to be incomprehensible.

Forget it, don't read it if you don't understand it, Dazai won't get out of prison...it's better not to come out, it's safe in prison.

Anyway, we don't follow the original line.

I forgot to bring my keys when I went home and never called or waited. With an ID card, the old-style door lock opened within a minute at most.