After rebirth, should my surname be Nakahara or Dazai?

Yokohama time, eight o'clock in the evening.

At this time, for most young people, nightlife has just begun.

But for a 22-year-old old man, it's really too much for him——

Osamu Dazai said this to himself when he walked out of the detective agency.

Looking back at the small red brick building behind him, there was a strong light coming from the windows on one of the floors - everyone in the detective agency was holding a celebration.

What are you celebrating?What are you celebrating?

Osamu Dazai put his hand into his pocket, looked up at the night sky with few stars.

Forget it, I can't remember, maybe a little gangster from outside was wiped out last week?Maybe he completed all the accumulated commissions yesterday?

Anyway, any reason can easily lead to the birth of this celebration.

but--

What does this have to do with me?

Osamu Dazai closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and smiled slightly.

Forget it, go back to the dormitory and go to bed.

"Buzz"

It was at this time that the notification tone of the mobile phone rang.

Osamu Dazai retracted the leg he had just stepped on, and took out his cell phone.

Above is an email from Dun.

"Dun: Dazai Sang, where are you now? We are all in the club. Everyone is ready to eat cake."

Eat cake...with cream?

Osamu Dazai covered the phone and looked at the street in front of him.

The street where the detective agency is located is not located in the circle of the city center, so at this time, there are not many pedestrians and vehicles on the street, only groups of twos and threes.

It was getting darker.

"Ah~ It would be better if there was more cream."

Osamu Dazai put the phone back into his pocket, turned around gorgeously on the spot, and walked into the place with light behind him.

……

Yokohama time, nine o'clock in the evening.

Osamu Dazai turned sideways, and the lit screen of the phone he held up showed that the last email was sent at 8:05.

And the inbox: none.

Haven't started eating yet, that cake?

Osamu Dazai turned his body over again, and above his head was a gray night, with few stars and only a few moonlight.

"Buzz"

Reply to email?

Osamu Dazai hastily opened the phone that had just been covered, and it displayed on it——a service expiration reminder.

Exhaling lightly, Osamu Dazai slowly covered the phone again, or the No.17 time in this hour.

An hour ago, Osamu Dazai chose to come here, and then lay quietly for an hour on the open space on the rooftop of the Detective Agency.

Waiting quietly for a reply email.

At night in Yokohama in September and October, the swooping wind brushed over the skin, already carrying a hint of coolness, which was cool but not bitter.

Osamu Dazai stretched out a hand and shook it, feeling that the hand had been detached from himself, so close that he could directly grasp the starlight in the sky, and so far that his own breath could not touch it.

Suddenly, a light flashed across the night sky above the palm.

what is that?meteor?meteor?

Osamu Dazai put down the hand that seemed to be able to touch the starry sky, and his eyes directly met the night sky.

The light of the meteor flashed by, and it lit up the eyes of the young man lying on his back on the roof for a second.

It's really a shooting star!

Osamu Dazai turned over and sat up, and unconsciously took out his cell phone again.

Well, if Atsushi or someone calls me, I can see it directly.

Even though he thought so, the phone cover was opened first, and there was still an email receiving screen on it - still no one replied.

Exit, and the display is the notification that the previous email was successfully sent at 8:06.

"Osamu Dazai: I'm on top."

above?What's on it?It was very ambiguous, so no one came to look for it?

No Kunikida-kun angrily pulled his collar to work in the detective agency, and no Atsushi followed behind him, yelling "Da Zai-san, Da Zai-san" to urge the report.

"No one is here."

Osamu Dazai finally covered the phone No.18, put it in his pocket, and lay down again.

"gorgeous."

In the night sky, three or four meteors have streaked across one after another, flashing brightly and ostentatiously.

In the city center, a large group of men and women screamed, some were busy making wishes, some were busy taking pictures with their mobile phones. The spectacle beyond the forecast brought people double surprises, and they couldn’t wait to share them with the people around them.

The mobile phone's receiving notification tone keeps echoing in the parks, restaurants or streets in the city center, and every sound is a reply from the other end of the radio wave.

Osamu Dazai was lying alone on the roof of the detective agency.

Another meteor or two followed alone, splitting the night sky.

"It's almost over."

The phone screen lit up, showing that it was half an hour later, 9:30.

Osamu Dazai put the phone on his chest and closed his eyes.

It's the end of the day again, boring.

"Buzz"

"Atsushi: Mr. Dazai, which one are you on?"

The time of receipt of the email was 8:10, and Dun replied within 4 minutes. To be able to take time out of such a happy and busy celebration party to deal with a boring irrelevant person, Dun——

"It still needs to be tempered. Tomorrow, tomorrow, what will I take him to...to do? Hiss—"

Dazai Osamu No. 19 covered the phone, and then raised his right leg.In the sky, there were no traces of meteors, so the young people on the rooftop stared at the lonely night sky above, thinking about how to play tricks on their juniors the next day.

Very relieved.

Perhaps the arrival of the meteor affected the signal, or perhaps the monthly subscription service had expired, anyway, Dun responded after receiving his message—and that was good.

that's enough.

"Buzz"

"Dun: Mr. Dazai, have you gone back yet? The celebration is over. We're going back."

It turned out to be over...

Above the inbox, the displayed time is——

Yokohama time, 9:35 p.m., exactly.

……

"click"

The door of the detective agency was opened, and Osamu Dazai stood outside the door, gently putting the wire into his clothes.

The club was pitch black, and everyone had already cleaned up and went back.

He's coming to the party.

With a soft sound, the door was closed behind him, and Osamu Dazai walked into the club. The tables and chairs in the club were neatly arranged and as clean as ever, and there was no sign of the fun and play at the celebration party an hour ago.

Osamu Dazai walked directly to Tanizaki's table. All along, every time he held a party, he used these tables to piece together——

Every time he is not there, but every time he knows.

"It's so good, it tastes like butter and sweetness."

Osamu Dazai stretched out his hands to touch these tables, imagining the longing eyes of other people when Atsushi or Kenji moved the big cake out and put it on this table.

If, if I'm here, I'm sure I'll be eager too—but the performance must be exaggerated, so exaggerated that Kunikida-kun will impulsively pick up his collar and shake it, asking himself if he still wants to Participate in the celebration well, and then throw it to the corner, wait until the cake starts to be distributed, and then call myself back.

But it seems that such a fate is a bit miserable. Is there a normal way to participate in the celebration?

No, it seems not.

He has always been alone, and no one has ever told him how to freely react to so-called normal relationships outside and among a group of people.

"So sweet."

When Osamu Dazai reached out to touch the table, he actually touched a smear of butter that hadn't been wiped clean, picked it up, and put it in his mouth.

"It's really sweet."

"Sweet as hell."

Walking to his desk by the window, he took out a piece of paper to wipe his hands, and Osamu Dazai sat directly on the desk.

If Kunikida-kun sees it, he must scold him severely. At this time, Atsushi will definitely stand by Kunikida-kun's side to persuade him. If Kyoka-chan says, he will sit quietly and watch. When Mr. Ranpo is not asleep He will definitely take out snacks and prepare to watch a movie while eating. Kenji doesn't know what's going on. As for the others...

Osamu Dazai looked back: "There is no one here."

It turned out that there was only one person.

Outside the window, there were almost no pedestrians and vehicles, and the light yellow light was sprinkled from the lamppost standing alone, creating a false sense of warmth for the whole street.

The warmth of a person...

"buzz buzz buzz"

The phone vibrated, Osamu Dazai was a little confused, no one should be calling at this time, no, it's impossible.

"Hey……"

"Well, is this Mr. Kimura?"

Osamu Dazai hesitated for a moment, wondering if the voice on the other end of the radio wave would accompany him for a while if he said "yes".

"Sorry, no."

"Ah, I'm really sorry, I made a typo, I'm sorry, I'm sorry...beep, beep, beep..."

"It's really dead."

Dazai Osamu No. 20 times covered the phone, and the office returned to dead silence, so he sat on his desk and stared silently at the street outside the window for a minute.

How about jumping from here?

not so good.

On the second floor, you can't die.

sad.Oops.boring.

"what--"

Very sad.Awful.bored to death.

Osamu Dazai fell face up on the desk, above the snow-white ceiling.

Strange, looking at the ceiling from this angle - it's actually quite beautiful, I haven't noticed it before.

Let's talk to Dun and the others tomorrow, if they are free to be with me.

Osamu Dazai lay on the table, closed his eyes, and was about to fall asleep.

"Uh!"

Just when he was about to fall asleep, his heart suddenly felt a dull pain, as if a big stone had been pressed on his chest, and he couldn't breathe.

what happened?Physical abnormality?This, is this about to die?

——That was really sudden and neat.

However, what to do about the ceiling, no one shared it, I really didn't expect that there would be regrets before I died...

A little reconciled, really.

……

Osamu Dazai opened his eyes suddenly, and vaguely saw the ceiling above in the darkness.

The chest rose and fell rapidly, eager to breathe more air, and the feeling of suffocation in the dream hit again.

Physical abnormality?It won't be...

Looking down, there was a head buried in the chest, the orange-red hair was randomly scattered on his body, and his hands were also randomly wrapped around his neck——suddenly, he suspected that the person on his body was actually trying to strangle him to death He did it by himself, and besides, the two legs hooked his own legs unceremoniously.

The whole person is equivalent to lying on his body.

All right, with a weight of 120 jin on my body, it's no wonder I don't feel chest tightness or suffocation.

Osamu Dazai looked down at the person above him again, not wanting to wake him up, he could only exhale slowly little by little, trying to relieve the feeling of tightness in his chest.

He couldn't fall asleep for a while, so Osamu Dazai lay on the bed this time, staring up at the ceiling.

"Hey, why don't you sleep in the middle of the night?"

"Oh, it turns out that Zhong Ye has already woken up. Then, is this considered murder? My right chest hurts..."

And chest tightness, shortness of breath, unable to breathe.

"Tch, who told you not to exercise normally, and you can't stand it after a while, huh?"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm not Zhongye, Hong Kong Black Body Art No.1, I usually pay attention to exercise, so I can finish it for an hour or two without any problem, ah~ It's amazing, I admire it, it turns out that Zhongye It’s always been so hard, so next time I won’t talk while suppressing Zhongya..."

"Shut up, bastard!!!"

The person on his body was so stimulated that he sat up all of a sudden, and the hands around his neck were ready to strangle him to death.

"Wait, wait, Zhongya, shhh-Sakura-chan is still asleep, if you pinch me, I will yell involuntarily! Shh--Sakura-chan, Sakura-chan!"

"Huh? Sakura?"

It wasn't until he heard the name of his precious daughter that the hands on Osamu Dazai's neck relaxed. It was a blessing that there was still a daughter.

While the person sitting on him was relaxing for a moment, Dazai Osamu suddenly exerted strength and hugged him into his arms. Just in case, he reached out and clasped his head tightly to his chest.

"Hey!"

"Hey, Chuya, the ceiling looks really nice from this angle."

"Ah? What did you say?"

"Well, it's nothing. Well, good night Zhongya."

"...Are you alright? I've only been on a business trip for a few months, or did you say—did you have a dream just now?"

"As expected of Chuya. I just dreamed that I was pressing Chuya under me on the desk of the Armed Detective Agency, and then suddenly someone knocked on the door. What do you think I should do at this time? Yes Are you going to go on or go on?"

"Then go to hell! You think I'll believe your nonsense! Cut, just wait until you contract all the housework for the next year!"

The person on his body was still restless after being pinned to his head, and he kept trying to sit up and punch himself again. In order to avoid unnecessary family disputes, Osamu Dazai decided to accept this condition.

Taking care of the housework is actually equivalent to taking over the opportunity to contact other people.

Who else is there?There was Chuya, there was Sakura sauce, and then there was none.

Well, but it's much better than sending an email at 8:10 and receiving it at 9:30, much better.

"Okay, I accept."

"Huh? So refreshing? Hey, Dazai, are you really alright? Sure enough, it must have something to do with the dream just now."

"Ah——Chuya cares about me! Terrible! Let me quickly fall asleep and continue dreaming. Hurry up and end the desk movement in the dream."

"you!"

"Good night Zhongye!"

"..."

"Zhongye? Zhongye ~ Zhongye..."

"Quickly put me to sleep! Good night..."

It's not easy to finally coax this sentence out.

Osamu Dazai hugged the person who was still leaning on him, lying on the bed and looking at the ceiling, the moonlight shone on it through the gap in the curtains, leaving behind a white light like the tail of a meteor.

Really nice.

Hey, when will I take Chuya and Sakura-chan to the rooftop to watch shooting stars.

All three together.