After drawing Zhongye SSR

"Mr. Dazai, can you come here?"

Osamu Dazai turned down the volume on the TV a little.

Because he drank a lot of wine, his eyes, which were usually like an abyss, were covered with a thin layer of mist.

Osamu Dazai smiled, "What's wrong?"

Maki looked at the kitchen.

Nakaya was picking up the leftover food wrappers and messy cups and pans with his back turned to them - he probably wasn't very good at this kind of thing, so his movements were a little clumsy.

Fortunately, there is a dishwasher at home, so just throw away the things that are really uncertain - after all, he is not short of these small money.

So surprisingly fast

Maki's eyes softened a little, but when he turned his head, he regained his indifference: "Mr. Chuya will hear what you say here, come with me to the second floor."

Dazai shrugged nonchalantly.

They bypassed the people who were lying on their backs, and walked up the stairs leading upstairs.Dazai Osamu didn't ask Maki what's the matter all the way, until Maki led him to the wine storage room on the second floor, he showed a little surprised expression.

Osamu Dazai: "What are these things?"

Maki said, "Obviously, Rose."

——There are pots of red roses piled up on the ground, probably planted on flat ground and then transplanted, it looks a bit messy.

But with so many roses together, the effect is still shocking.

Osamu Dazai raised his eyebrows: "I mean, why is this kind of thing here?"

Maki: "Because there is no other place to put them—they are all planted by the management department. There were lilies and daisies, but those have been sold."

These are all salable flowers planted in the corridor by the students of the business department. They were originally going to be sold directly at the flower and bird market, but there was a small mistake in the arrangement when transporting the roses. I can leave Maki here for a while.

But it just rained heavily a few days ago, so the balcony outside and the garden below are not suitable for such delicate flowers.

The only place in the entire villa with a toilet that can be watered at any time, and that is vacant, is the wine storage room.

Osamu Dazai opened the door of the bathroom and took a look: "I remember that this room was a guest room at first—it was actually remodeled by Chuya."

Maki stood behind him, closed the door of the wine storage room, and looked at him indifferently.

Maki: "You told me in the car just now that the man who touched porcelain was on drugs."

Osamu Dazai's fingers on the bathroom doorknob froze.

Then he turned his head and said calmly: "That's right, we have to wait for the police to investigate the details before we can find out, what's wrong?"

Maki looked into his eyes.

Not to mention jealousy and heartbeat, Osamu Dazai couldn't even see the uneasiness or nervousness that a liar should have, as if he was telling the truth.

There are only two possibilities for this situation.

One, what he said was the truth.

Two, this man is very, very used to fabricating lies, and has reached the point of proficiency.

Maki doesn't know which is true.

She also didn't think she could get out Osamu Dazai's words by insinuating.

She stared at his face and said slowly, "Dostoevsky just contacted me."

The expression on Osamu Dazai's face didn't change in any way: "Has that guy called the Laughing Man made any new moves?"

Maki: "To be precise, there is a new trend 'already'—"

She took a deep breath: "The things in the afternoon are done by the smiling man."

This is what she suspected from the very beginning, that's why Aizawa Shouta called Dazai Osamu to confirm.

The man's unnatural state, bloodshot eyes, and somewhat bruised face were all exactly the same as what she saw in USJ last time.

It’s just that it’s not that serious—after all, the enemies at that time used their vitality to fight, and now they just want to say a few words and touch porcelain.

Dazai stared at her for a few seconds.

Her iris eyes, which were exactly the same as hers, narrowed for a moment, and then showed a slightly surprised expression: "But I didn't feel anything strange—are you sure he didn't lie to you?"

"Or maybe you lied to me."

"Compared to your brother, do you trust that devil more?"

Maki briefly smirked and said, "Actually, I don't believe anyone."

Maybe it was Osamu Dazai or Tosi who told the lie, but she didn't care.

In the worst case, she had to find a way to find out the truth by herself—after all, she still had a main task stuck there.

Just like what Tuosi said before, the world of adults is full of lies.

If you want to know the truth, you have to believe in yourself.

The light shone on Maki's face through the slight gap in the door's opening.

Osamu Dazai had that strange illusion again, as if he saw himself a few years ago - with a little indifference and indifference, and slowly vigilance and vigilance.

"I should have thought my relationship with you was better than before."

Osamu Dazai shrugged, then scratched his hair: "Actually, it was Dostoevsky who told the truth this time."

Maki: "Then why are you hiding it from me?"

She was a little puzzled.

Dazai Osamu is not the kind of guy who is very worried about others, at least the object of worry cannot be her - after all, they are not familiar with each other at all, and although there is a bit of blood relationship, it is also forged by the system.

Osamu Dazai seemed to see what Maki was thinking: "You don't know me, little girl."

I understand.

Maki originally wanted to say that, but then realized that Osamu Dazai was telling the truth, and she really didn't know her cheap brother well enough.

Those so-called impressions are mostly her speculations.

Maki hesitated for a moment, she was not the kind of idiot who would judge other people's character based on her own guesses.

But for some reason, she became like that when dealing with Osamu Dazai.

Osamu Dazai stepped forward, leaned down slightly, and rubbed her head: "What would you do if you knew it was made by the Laughing Man?"

"I won't act rashly."

"What you said," said Osamu Dazai, "that is to say, you will still find a way to find the Laughing Man through this clue?"

Maki was silent.

Osamu Dazai said, "Look."

Maki: "I know it's dangerous, but it has nothing to do with you, Mr. Dazai?"

"Of course it has something to do with me." Osamu Dazai said, "I'm a good person, and a good person would not let a little girl like you get involved in such a mess."

Maki lowered her eyelids, and let out a long breath.

"But no matter what, you shouldn't hide it from me, Mr. Dazai." She raised her eyes, "If this is just the beginning, he will definitely find a way to hinder my business in the future, and then it may be irreparable—"

Her business was her only hope now.

Dazai looked into her eyes: "I won't let this happen, Maki."

Maki shook his head, and was about to say something - a little light that shone through the crack of the door suddenly flickered, and then went out.

The wine storage room, which was originally only a little dark, suddenly became pitch black.

Then, a little sparkle of fire suddenly lit up outside the door.

Maki turned his head slowly, and saw Nakaya's face illuminated by a little light from the lighter, appearing outside the door.

His expression looked a little gloomy.

The other hand held some snacks and drinks, probably because Maki was afraid that she would be hungry if she didn't eat enough, so she brought them specially.

"Mr. Chuya?"

Zhen Ji, who was still aggressive just now, suddenly became a little flustered: "Since when have you been there?"

"From Dostoevsky."

Nakaya pushed open the door, and the firelight illuminated a small area of ​​the wine storage room. Even in this situation, it could be seen that Maki's face was a little pale.

Maki: "...Didn't you hear that?"

System: [Condolences, host. 】

Chuya turned his head and said to Osamu Dazai expressionlessly: "I moved those guys from the Armed Detective Agency into your car, and send them back before it's too late."

Osamu Dazai put one hand into the pocket of the long windbreaker: "Chuya, about this—"

However, Zhong also interrupted him directly: "This is about me and Maki. Now, get out quickly, and then deal with the group of drunks in your car."

Dazai shrugged.

He glanced at Zhenji with a look of "you wish you were lucky", and walked out quickly before Zhenji could say anything.

Maki stood silently for a while.

She opened her mouth and wanted to explain, but the situation in front of her was obviously too much to say.

Maki closed her eyes, and said, "Is there a power outage outside?"

Chuya said: "The substation was bombed, and now half of Yokohama is in this state."

Maki: "Is Dazai-san alright?"

Chuya: "That mackerel will not be killed on the road because of such a trivial matter."

Maki said "Oh".

Then she had nothing to say—she had never found it so difficult to communicate with Mr. Chuya, perhaps because of her guilty conscience, she felt that Mr. Chuya's eyes were full of anger.

Chuya: "So, explain?"

He said: "Why did Dostoevsky contact you?"

Maki's eyes fluttered unnaturally: "... This story is very long."

——The last time she secretly went to meet with that guy without telling Mr. Chuya, Maki is sure that if this matter is also known by Chuya, something big will happen.

So she yawned exaggeratedly, and said, "I can explain, Mr. Nakaya, but I'm really tired today—or should I postpone it until tomorrow?"

He was about to grab the doorknob.

However, Nakaya slammed the door hard on her first step.

The door slammed into the door frame, and there was a loud "bang". The flame of the lighter was blown by the wind for a while, and the light and shadow on the wall were bright and dark.

The roses piled on the ground flickered at the same time. Under normal circumstances, it should be a very romantic scene, but no one is in the mood to appreciate it now.

Zhong also immediately locked the door: "It's only ten o'clock. There is still a long time to explain to you."

Maki blinked.

Now she can be sure that Zhong is indeed angry.

It is obviously irrational to be in the same room with Mr. Nakaya who is angry.

Although Zhong wouldn't do anything to her, but just this oppressive atmosphere made her a little unbearable.

Maki: "At least we go out and talk."

Neither was rejected.

After the door slammed, Nakaya calmed down a bit. Of course he was angry, but it wasn't to that extent—in fact, he was more worried about whether Maki was in danger.

So when he saw Maki quickly approaching the door and wanted to open it, he didn't stop him.

However, after twisting the door lock, Maki suddenly froze.

She slammed the door a few times, but there was no response from outside - after all, it was on the second floor, and the people below were still asleep because of drunkenness, so they must not have heard the voice above.

Maki took a deep breath, tried to calm himself down, and then said stiffly, "When will Miss Higuchi wake up?"

Chuya: "Probably at least in the morning - they drank a lot, and the capacity for alcohol is also very poor."

"Does Mr. Nakaya have a cell phone with him?"

Zhong also took a look in his pocket: "I probably put it on the table... What's wrong?"

Maki put one hand on the doorknob and slowly turned sideways so that Naka could clearly see her movements.

She twisted the round latch under the doorknob hard.

...But there is no "click" sound, which means the door lock is opened.

"good news."

Maki put his hand down: "We'll probably have to talk everything out here and spend the night."

She took a deep breath: "The door lock is broken."

The author has something to say:

TIP1: If you have the same door lock as Zhongye's, then never slam the door.Absolutely, absolutely not.