After drawing Zhongye SSR

"Who are you looking at through me?"

Dazai Osamu's words made Maki suddenly wake up from his daze.

She blinked her iris eyes, which were exactly the same as Dazai Osamu's, with a confused expression on her face.

She pinched a small mark on the pineapple bun in her hand, and a little cream stained her slender fingertips.

Maki stretched out her hand and gently licked off the cream on her hand.

She said nothing.

It's not that she doesn't want to answer, it's just that Maki wonders what she should say, or what she can say.

Maki is almost certain that he has some memory loss, but at the same time, he is also sure that he does not want to get that part of memory back.

So when Osamu Dazai asked, she had no choice but to pretend to be confused: "What are you talking about?"

Osamu Dazai: "You're not very good at lying, little girl."

Maki would like to refute that she can lie very well, she can have a flawless smirk and a way of hiding signs of lying that is so good that it can fool the agent.

But she still didn't speak - she knew Osamu Dazai was right.

Maki doesn't know how to lie.

She couldn't lie to Osamu Dazai - or someone like Osamu Dazai.

Maki: "Sisi, what the hell did I lose my memory for?"

System: [Don't try to talk routinely, host, this is a confidential matter. 】

Maki sighed inwardly, and slightly scratched the bottom of the large glass window of the convenience store with the heel of her school uniform shoe.

Maki: "I...... reminded of an old friend."

Dazai raised an eyebrow.

When he knew the existence of Maki, he investigated all the information about her - and among those ordinary and accurate information, there was really no one who could be called an "old friend".

Osamu Dazai: "Is it your friend?"

"It is."

Maki frowned slightly, because she didn't have exact memory, so she could only guess wildly: "He is a very good person to me."

"he?"

Maki smirked: "You don't think I'm looking for...the shadow of a certain woman in you, do you? With all due respect, that's a bit perverted."

Probably because she has already reacted, the girl who seemed a little guilty just now has completely concealed her expression and the meaning in her eyes, Rao Dazai Osamu, it is difficult to see anything from her face.

There was a faint smile on Maki's face, but there was no smile in his eyes: "I didn't expect you to ask such a question—it's like some ancient novel."

After that, she lowered her head and continued to nibble on the pineapple bun that had become flat.

Maki's eating movements were very slow, like some small animal, he took a bite slowly, then chewed quickly and swallowed.

Osamu Dazai stared at her bulging cheeks for a few seconds, and said, "I don't know if you know clearly, but you use honorifics when you feel guilty, it's too obvious."

Maki's cheeks paused.

After all, she is not a native speaker of Japanese, and she is able to speak Japanese fluently now because of the foundation she learned in university and hard training. When flying to a country where Japanese is a native language, the first thing she comes into contact with when learning Japanese is definitely sentences with honorifics , so it is not difficult to understand why Maki tends to become "extremely polite" as soon as she enters an extraordinary state.

Maki raised his eyes and glanced at him: "Why are you so inquisitive? You shouldn't be the curious type, Mr. Dazai."

"Because you occasionally know things you shouldn't know."

"for example?"

"Like, I hate dogs."

"What about Valentine's Day?" Maki shrugged, "It's just a coincidence."

Dazai didn't think so.

It can be a coincidence once or twice. Zhenji not only knows some small details about him, but also has similarities with him in character, although this can also push the blame for the academy and the same parents to give birth to the same set of dolls Something like that—but Osamu Dazai knew that was definitely not the case.

However, Maki was already tired of the topic of wheels, so she changed the topic: "There is one more thing that is strange, why did you agree to bring me here?"

Osamu Dazai had a quarrel with Maki because of her private contact with Tosi.

He could understand that he was worried about her when he came to the hotel, but now he took her directly to the battlefield, which was contradictory to before.

"I have a hunch that you should be here today," Dazai said.

Maki raised his eyebrows: "I didn't know you were a person who believed in intuition."

"I've always believed in it," Osamu Dazai laughed, his eyes narrowed into long slits, "besides, children need exercise—only stupid parents will keep their children behind them all the time, and that will only breed children who can't do anything. pig."

Maki: "Don't worry about it, Mr. Chuya has done a much better job on the parental level——"

She paused.

When his eyes met Dazai Osamu's gaze, he suddenly forgot what he was going to say.

It took a while for Maki to recover from the daze.

That strange look had disappeared, but Maki was still staring at Osamu Dazai's face.

Just a second ago, she saw the black shadow on Dazai Osamu's face again - although it was not very clear, it was only for a moment, but at that moment, Dazai Osamu and the black shadow were indeed very similar.

She spoke involuntarily: "Mr. Dazai, you and I—"

Osamu Dazai: "Huh?"

"Where have you seen it before?"

Osamu Dazai looked at Maki's face, probably because he was surprised by the question he asked, and the girl looked a little confused.

Osamu Dazai was about to say something.

Suddenly there was a sound of footsteps from the side.

Maki didn't care about listening to his answer, she held an R card in her hand, and looked vigilantly in the direction of the voice.

Then, Dostoevsky slowly emerges from the darkness.

He had a faint smile on his face, as if he had come to meet an old friend for many years, rather than some former enemy and unstable collaborator—Tuosi waved at Zhenji: "Yo, the pineapple bag is ready Do you want to eat?"

Shinji said coldly: "It's not delicious now."

She gave up eating the pineapple bun that was riddled with holes, and separated the wrapping paper from the bread and threw it into the trash can.

Then turned around and looked at Tuosi: "Is this also related to you?"

Tosi's smile remained unchanged: "Obviously."

Maki couldn't get used to his flirtatious appearance—much more than Osamu Dazai.

But Dosi had already walked beside them: "How much do you know about that person."

He was talking to Maki.

Maki replied cautiously: "I only know his name and special abilities."

Tosi's eyes widened in surprise: "Wow—it's a little better than I imagined."

He turned his head and looked in the direction of the castle: "Most people in the know know his title of 'Collector' at most, and have a little understanding of his affairs. I didn't expect you to know his superpowers. I am really impressed." , little girl."

When Tosi said "little girl", his tone was very brisk, as if he was calling some kind of kitten or puppy.

Maki frowned fiercely, but before she could speak, Osamu Dazai stood between her and Tosi with a cold expression.

The two men stared at each other for a few seconds.

Osamu Dazai curled his lips slightly: "I don't like small talk. Let's go now, a quick decision."

Tosi muttered something dissatisfied.

However, he did not raise any objections, and obediently stood in front to lead the way. His walking posture was very relaxed, as if he was walking in his own backyard.

Maki: "Sisi, do you think these smart people like this?"

System: [The host finally admits that he is not a smart person? 】

Maki: "If you mean the level of monsters like them by smart people, I'm still a little bit self-aware."

System: [Having self-knowledge is a good thing. 】

Maki: "Knowing how to read the air is also a good thing."

Probably hearing the threat in her tone, the system silently closed its mouth.

At night, Yokohama turned into a dead city, and even the footsteps of the three people could be heard clearly.

Tuosi and Osamu Dazai were chatting earlier, and it sounded like they were talking about common sense, but any fool knew that it would be a crime for these two guys to speak commonplace under such circumstances.

Sure enough, Osamu Dazai suddenly changed his style of painting, from the recent price increase of pork to: "Why did you come to help us?"

Tosi fiddled with the velvet hat on his head: "It's nothing, I just think it's more interesting."

"You're not one to do things for fun."

"Say it as if you know me well."

Osamu Dazai's footsteps paused for a moment, but he followed immediately.

Osamu Dazai: "I don't know you well enough—but I know myself well."

Tosi raised his eyebrows: "You mean I'm very similar to you?"

"Of course not," Osamu Dazai shrugged, "It's just that we are the same kind of people, that's all."

Tosi shook his head.

He stopped, then pointed forward: "He's right there."

His voice just fell.

Maki felt that the fog around him became thicker in an instant - the color became pure white, like gaseous milk.

In such a dense fog, even the people nearby couldn't see clearly.

Maki simply closed his eyes.Then she heard an unfamiliar footstep, not belonging to any of the three of them—

Maki: "Sisi, is there a function like radar?"

System: [One hundred thousand times, thank you for your patronage. 】

The radar sound of "beep, beep, beep" sounded in Maki's mind—then, when the system indicated that the target was less than five meters away from her, an R card was shot out.

Maki held his breath.

... There was no sound of the card being pierced into the chest, nor was there a sound of screaming.

The footsteps sounded twice more, and then stopped in front of her.

Shibusawa Tatsuhiko looked at her condescendingly, holding the R card in his hand: "I cared about it before—"

Maki felt his heart beating subtly a few times.

Not far away, Dazai Osamu looked over, and when he noticed someone in front of Maki, he solemnly called out her name—but neither Maki nor Shibusawa Ryuhiko heard it.

Shibusawa Tatsuhiko saw that the girl whose face was a bit unclear due to the fog was safe, and asked the question that had been lingering in his mind since the previous auction——

The man with long white hair slowly opened his mouth——

Maki took a breath.

She also paused when she heard Osamu Dazai's footsteps beside her.

"Why doesn't your personality disappear?"

"...Or, is that really a personality?"

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