Social animals don't deserve love

"Growing your hair longer will make it easier to wear a headgear. Xiao Fuxue is very suitable for ancient style dress!"

Ms. Matsuyama had had enough of "Miracle Kyoka" and turned her attention to me.She has a lot of complaints about the status quo of loungewear and loungewear in her closet, and is really looking forward to seeing me change up my style a little more than dresses, sweaters, and flats.

"Try it, just try it, maybe there will be surprises?"

In the end, even the sailor uniforms from middle school were not spared, and all of them were turned out to see the light of day again.Jinghua stared wide-eyed and stood by the pile of clothes to pass things, so serious that she was too cute.

The three of us squeezed into the kitchen at noon, Ms. Matsuyama stared at the miso soup, I grilled the fish, and Kyoka sat on the small bench by the door waiting to help taste the taste.

The cherry trees in the yard bloomed in twos and threes with a little light pink, and the branches slanting out of the courtyard wall left horizontal and shallow shadows on the ground.The warming sunlight in early spring shines on the table through the panes. In the afternoon, Jinghua lay next to me and slept soundly with the quilt clutched. Two lovely pink flowers appeared on her marble-white cheeks.

"The cat detective's reasoning is very interesting..." Ms. Matsuyama covered her mouth and smiled softly while drinking tea with a book in her hand. I looked down at Kyoka who was still sleeping, and turned gently to point to the bookshelf: " There are several other works by the same author, which are very suitable for light reading."

"It's really great." She scanned the books carefully, and then moved her eyes back to her hand: "Whether the author or the painter, they are all gentle children..."

The boiling water in the copper pot on the small magnetic stove "gurgles and chugs" and fine bubbles turn up, and the sound of the bubbles gradually bursting makes the room even more silent.After reading the book for a while, the upper and lower eyelids unconsciously want to hold hands together. It is really rare that I also want to sleep soundly.

"You look very sleepy, lie down and rest for a while. I have already asked for leave today, and there is nothing to worry about." Ms. Songshan turned off the power of the small induction cooker, and poured boiling water into the teapot to reveal the elegant tea fragrance. Holding a teacup, she smiled and said, "Don't worry, even if you accidentally snore, you're still cute."

"How could..." I really felt very sleepy and exhausted. I lay on my side next to Jinghua and closed my eyes. Before I fell into darkness, the mobile phone left on the table suddenly "hummed".

Sit up and open it, it is a phone call from a private hospital.

"Miss Yada? I'm sorry, it's a private hospital. A patient is temporarily admitted here. It seems that you are the only acquaintance who can be contacted in the address book. Could you please come to the hospital?"

The voice of the nurse at the service desk is sweet and soft, but the content is quite scary.

Since my wisdom teeth healed completely, my life has completely returned to normal, and my body has not experienced discomfort related to teeth. I almost forgot about this hospital with a good service attitude.When I received a call all of a sudden, I almost thought that I forgot to settle the fee at the beginning, but the person on the other side seemed more anxious than me before I asked.

——Usually the person who needs me to go to a general hospital or community police station to claim is Osamu Dazai.

Every time he tried his best to die but failed and was trapped, I was the only one who would throw away the reports and work and rush to take care of him non-stop.

It's not that everyone treats him too indifferently, it's that Osamu Dazai is too troublesome, even if he just sits idle, he can make countless right and wrong out of nothing.

He is like a naughty young master who is afraid of loneliness, lying on the reception sofa every day and trying his best to think...just to create obstacles for his hard-working colleagues.

To be honest, with such a bad personality, it is a miracle that this guy can survive to this day without killing himself or being beaten to death.

As for why I can tirelessly run around on the road to claim older children with problems... probably because I have the experience of waiting to despair, so even if there is a one-thousandth possibility, I will try my best to keep going. The man who slipped into the abyss.

"Okay, I'll go over and see the situation. Please make a list of the expenses for future settlement."

After replying, let the other party feel at ease, I got up and put on the haori and walked out, and said to Ms. Matsuyama: "The hospital called and asked me to go and see. Please tell her when Kyoka wakes up."

Xiao Jinghua is not Mr. Ranpo, she can go back to the detective agency by herself through normal transportation.

"Don't worry, walk slowly on the road, go early and return early."

Ms. Matsuyama got up with a smile and sent me to the door. Not to mention, the crisp sound of clogs on the road was quite interesting.

After I said goodbye to her, I took a bus to a private hospital.

"Hello, Yada Fubuki. I would like to ask the patient..."

The first thing I did when I arrived at the hospital was to look for the front desk to inquire about the situation. The nurse who was in charge of the guide hurriedly stood up from the stool when she heard the surname: "I finally waited for you. The situation has just stabilized. If it's not that we can't contact other people, we don't want to bother you." .”

So is it really serious this time?

She handed over a document, and the name column was so long that it had to be written outside.

"Er..." With so many words written by hand, it is really difficult for the person who registers the information.

Seeing that I didn't intend to turn my head and leave, the nurse let out a sigh of relief: "This patient, Tuo... Tuo, passed out in a flower bed not far away in the middle of the night last night, and a kind passer-by sent him to the emergency room. I just left, if it weren't for you, we don't know what to do..."

"To be honest, I don't know him very well. I only met him twice half a year ago. Is he awake now? I'll ask him what to do with the expenses."

The nurse's face eased when she heard me say that: "That's great, thank you."

"fine."

The hospital's willingness to take risks for treatment has already done its best, so it can't ask people to pay for it.

Soon another clinical nurse led me to the temporary bed where Mr. Fyodor Mikhailovich Dostoyevsky lived. When I saw him, this mysterious Russian youth was leaning on the pillow Carefully newspaper.

The thin and thin young man with long hair stared at the paper in his palm intently, his slender and beautiful fingers were almost transparent in the sunlight.The hospital gown gave him the air of a martyr, like a philosopher walking alone on a snowy field.

"Mr. Dostoevsky, are you all right?"

I didn't make a sound until he turned the page. The young man looked up and smiled: "Didn't you agree to call me Fyodor or Feiya? Also, your pronunciation is so good, it is unbelievable that I have never heard of it before." exposure to Russian."

There are two thick dark circles under the overly fair eyelids. I don't think there is any serious problem with him.

No amount of rest will get better without getting enough sleep.

"Well, Fyodor, what's the matter with you?"

It was the nurse who led the way who answered me: "This gentleman fell into a coma when he was discovered because of hypoglycemia and hypotension. In addition, the medical record he carried with him showed that he was still somewhat anemic, and his constitution was also weak. The examination this morning proved that These diagnoses."

No, you, a Russian, were so weak that you passed out on the side of the road. Is there something wrong?

"It's really embarrassing to say, but this kind of physique...is mostly innate. It may be better to rest slowly. It's a pity that the doctor can't provide much help."

Seeing that we didn't look like we would run away and skip tickets, the nurse closed the ward and went to work on other things.

I went forward and drew a stool and sat next to Fyodor and chatted with him: "It's been more than half a year, can you still adapt to being far away from your hometown?"

The young man who couldn't tell his age raised his mouth, his purple eyes sparkled: "Winter is finally over, I saw flowers and trees full of buds just now, Yokohama is really a beautiful and lovely city."

"That's good." Seeing that he was in good spirits, I relaxed a lot: "I remember you said you were with your friends, won't they come to accompany you?"

He frowned, and his joyful smile turned bitter: "Ah... everyone is very busy."

Busy infiltrating the parliament and the Ministry of the Interior.

"Can you please take time to visit me once in a while? The previous confession has been hidden in my heart waiting for the answer."

The strong expectation in the tone made it impossible for me to firmly refuse. Maybe people who are sick will become fragile. At this moment, the foreign youth in the hospital gown opened his eyes like a poor little animal and looked over.

"Ah... please don't make fun of me, confession or something... You are not a frivolous person." I smiled, turned my eyes to the potted green plants in the corner of the room: "If you are free before you leave the hospital I will come, don't force yourself."

——Who should not be too reluctant?

The Russian silently observed the woman whose hair was getting longer and shorter in front of him.Regardless of her mental state or physical state, she is much better than half a year ago, and the naked eye can see that she is becoming stronger and stronger... It makes people feel sincerely happy for her but also very regretful.

If there is a retreat, friends, and the strength to support an independent life, this pure white camellia will never fall from the branch to his fingertips.The previous hypnosis on the Ferris wheel was only half completed, which is really a pity, the current plan can only gradually exert influence on her in contact after contact.

The ex-wife of Ango Sakaguchi, assistant officer of the Supernatural Secret Service Division, a staff member of a non-governmental supernatural organization, and seems to be related to the port mafia cadres. She lives in the struggle between the ebb and flow of the three organizations just like the city of Yokohama. middle.

Such a precious pawn cannot be let go anyway.

"I sincerely look forward to your visit, Miss Fubuki."

The quiet black-haired young man smiled tiredly but warmly, as if letting me see the shadow of myself in the past.I wanted to raise my hand to brush the pile of hair standing on top of his head, but felt that this behavior was too intimate, so I forced my half-raised hand to my ear and squeezed the broken hair: "Got it, noon and night , as long as you are free."

"So, see you tonight?" The purple eyes began to shine again, like stars gradually occupying the center of the sky in a spring night.

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Russian

Cut

all black

Sister Xue million

don't trust him

In the comics, Mr. Tuo's Yan Absolutely equaled Dazai Zhi, but in the animation... he became an uncle.

Why is it that he is obviously an upright humane style but looks like a dangerous villain? Please reflect on Mr. Tuo.