I was touched by Yokohama

soon?

Atsushi Nakajima sorted out the documents on the table, and couldn't help but think, when will we meet soon?

When thinking about this, unconsciously, even the inexplicable pressure brought to him by Shibusawa Ryuhiko during this period seemed to be relieved a lot.

Edogawa took a glance at Atsushi Nakajima, who was obviously distracted, hummed twice, and lay lazily on the table, holding a glass bead in his hand, rolling it against the table in a leisurely manner.

Next time we meet again, give her this favorite marble.

After all, you can't let your self in another world take the lead in everything, can you?

……

"..." Chacha had been staring at this window for a long time.

In the transparent glass window, sunlight fell in, and various beautiful and lovely desserts were placed on the delicate white shelves, as if the sweet and soft taste could be smelled through the glass.

Shi Ban: 【... If you read on, the shop owner may be about to come out. 】

Of course, it wasn't because Chacha was standing here to hinder the business, but because the snow-haired girl staring at the cake silently was so endearing.Mingming has no expression on her face, and still maintains that alienated and cold aura on her body, but she just can't help but make people want to satisfy her request.

From the point of view of the slate, if Chacha does not move in another 3 minutes at most, the shopkeeper, who pretends to glance at Chacha casually, is about to come out with a cake in his hands.

But Chacha will not just accept things from others, even with good intentions.

As for the people with bad intentions, it's another story.

【If you want to eat, why don't you go in? ] Slate doesn't quite understand this.

Chacha seemed to think that what Shi Ban asked was strange, and after glancing at it, she replied without hesitation: "Because I don't want to eat it now."

Don't eat not because you can't eat it, but because you don't want to eat it.

Chacha has eaten a lot of desserts these days, and now I want to change the taste. The reason why I stay here for a while is because these cakes "look" delicious and beautiful, so I just look at them for a while.

As for other things, Chacha didn't bother to think about it, if someone really came to chase her away, she would just leave.

Shi Ban understood this time: [That's right, you've almost eaten all the dessert shops in Yokohama in the past two days. 】

After quietly leaving the residence of Atsushi Nakajima and Izumi Kyoka two days ago without saying goodbye, Chacha seemed to have been turned on by the tofu soup made by that Izumi Kyoka, and she no longer stayed on the tree by the sea , started a food tour in Yokohama.

Chacha also had a good reason: "When I go back there, I will meet Mr. Dazai and his bug again."

It can be seen from the last time I just left a little trace in front of Mr. Oda's tombstone, and grabbed a bug from a tree.

Chacha doesn't really want to run into Osamu Dazai at Mr. Oda's tombstone.

What should I say if I run into it?Could it be that I actually know Mr. Oda from another world, and he is still alive?

Chacha didn't want to do such inexplicable things.

Slate: [Someone is coming. 】

It is impossible for ordinary people to pay attention and remind them when they come to the slate.Chacha turned her head to look, and met the blond young man behind her.

...Ah oh.

Speaking of which, the last time she received a good reception at the Armed Detective Agency, when she left, she ran away without telling the staff of the Detective Agency.

Thinking of this, Chacha felt a little embarrassed.

So the snow-haired girl blinked her eyes and greeted the blond young man: "Mr. Kunikida, good morning."

"It's almost noon now." Kunikida Doppo groaned, pushed his glasses, but still maintained a meticulous and serious expression.

Chacha: "Ah..." Without breakfast, of course it's still morning.

"Are you here..." He looked at Chacha, then at the window behind Chacha, paused, and a subtle look flashed in his eyes.

Staring at the cakes in the store but not going in, this scene is enough for people to automatically fill in the content of [-] words in their brains.

Kunikida Doppo felt as if he had understood something, and a flash of understanding flashed in his mind.

Speaking of which, just a few days ago, did the girl say in the detective agency that she didn't have a place to live?

And it seemed that he didn't carry anything else with him.

...So, there is not enough money.

The blond-haired young man in front of her stared at her, and Chacha suddenly felt that the serious face of the other party seemed to have become more than a little gentle.

Even the voice was much lighter: "Have you not eaten yet?"

Ok?

Chacha was stunned for a moment, then looked up at the blond young man thoughtfully.Kunikida Doppo noticed the girl's gaze, and his body froze for a moment, and his face that was originally trying to slow down became a little unnatural because of this.

It's like an adult who deliberately wants to be gentle, but he doesn't know what attitude to use when facing an existence that needs to be treated too carefully.

Chacha pursed her lips, and suddenly felt a little unnatural.

I left without saying hello before. As a member of the Armed Detective Agency, not only did I not intend to arrest her, but I also asked her if she had eaten... Isn't this a little weird!

Shi Ban, who was watching, couldn't help laughing: [He probably really thinks you are a timid and frightened kitten. 】

Otherwise, how could you use this attitude to face a dangerous killer?

Cha Cha: "..."

Could it be that the appearance of the cat I used before can really have such a big impact on people?It seems that the people of the Armed Detective Agency changed her after she turned into a cat...

No, how is it possible, except for President Fukuzawa Yukichi, the others are obviously not cat lovers.

"Haven't you eaten?" The snow-haired girl fell into tangled contemplation, and in the eyes of caring people, it seemed that there was something unspeakable.On the contrary, Kunikida Doppo became more convinced of this, and his tone became more relaxed.

Cha Cha: "..."

She stared at the blond young man looking down at her with some incomprehensible words. When we first met, you obviously joined hands with Mr. Dazai to catch me. Now you come here like this and ask me if I have eaten. Don’t you? Feel something wrong?

Obviously, Kunikida Doppo didn't feel that there was anything wrong, he didn't even ask Chacha anymore, but went straight into the cake shop, and when he came out, he had an extra piece of cake in his hand.

The sweet and lovely little cream cake was held in one hand by the tall, blond young man with a serious face, and he always felt that something was even more wrong.

In the next second, the butter cake was handed to Chacha, smelling the sweet and seductive scent, Chacha subconsciously took it, but finally realized when she was holding the cake with both hands.

"I haven't eaten..." Chacha looked down at the cake, then looked up at the blond young man, "But I'm not hungry, and I don't want to eat cake right now."

She paused, then added in a low voice, "I'm just looking outside the store."

Chacha felt that she had made it very clear, and was a little embarrassed to hold the cake, so Wei Wei raised her hand to return the cake to Kunikida Doppo.

However, her appearance made Kunikida Doppo more and more sure of the guess in his mind.

The petite snow-haired girl bowed her head to the cake, opened her eyes slightly in surprise, then looked up at him, and whispered timidly that she just wanted to take a look outside the shop...

this way...

How could Kunikida Doppo take back the cake!And it was originally bought for her.

"The cake is for you," he said, coughing twice, "if you don't want to eat it now, don't eat it."

Then Kunikida Doppo brought Chacha into the cake shop and wrapped the cream cake.

As soon as she entered the store, the rich and sweet smell of cake almost lingered all over her body, Chacha's cat eyes lighted up slightly, and she looked around.

All the cakes here are so beautiful!

The shopkeeper looked at the satisfied Chacha with a smile while wrapping the cake. Kunikida Doppo, who was waiting at the counter, sighed inwardly when he saw the girl's happy appearance.

Sure enough, he still wanted to eat it, probably because he was embarrassed to accept his food.

But the more this is the case, the more people want to give her what she likes.

Kunikida Doppo seemed to understand why Dazai Osamu and Mr. Ranpo were so abnormal when they saw Chacha.

Suddenly, he noticed that Chacha had stopped moving in front of a dessert cabinet.

After packing, Kunikida walked over with the cake in his hand, and saw the girl bent over to carefully look at the desserts in the display case, looking like she was thinking.

He glanced along his line of sight, and saw that it was a freshly made coffee jelly.

"You want to eat this?" Kunikida Doppo asked.

Chacha was stunned for a moment, stood up straight and shook her head, slightly curling the corners of her mouth: "No, there is a card I know... I like coffee jelly very much, so I have to take a closer look."

The taste should be good, Chacha intends to invite that Kami Sama to eat at this restaurant after returning to the main world.

But thinking of this, Chacha hesitated a little.

Speaking of which, the other party probably doesn't know that she is not in the main world yet.

Probably... I don't know.

Suddenly something pressed onto her hand, Chacha subconsciously hugged it, and in her arms was a delicate little cake box tied with a beautiful ribbon.

"Eh?"

She raised her head, and the blond-haired young man had already walked outside. From the expression, there was no difference from before, as if he just did it casually.

Chacha hesitated for a moment, whether she did not reject the cake.

As Kunikida Doppo said before, if you don't want to eat now, you can talk about it later.

After leaving the cake shop, Chacha originally thought that they were going to part ways, but who knew that Kunikida Doppo was waiting at the door and did not leave.

"Mr. Kunikida?" Chacha tilted her head in doubt, her snow-colored hair fell from her shoulders.

Kunikida Doppo paused, his tone became a lot more serious than at the beginning.

"You didn't have breakfast?"

Cha Cha: "..."

She thought Kunikida-san had forgotten the casual remark, but she still remembered it.

"I'll take you to dinner." Kunikida Doppo glanced at the time and quickly made a decision.

The mission that came out today is almost over, and it happens to be time for lunch.

To Kunikida Doppo who doesn't know that Chacha is not human, Chacha looks like he doesn't care about his body.

Just nonsense!

Even if you really don't have money to buy food, don't you know how to ask the detective agency for help?It didn't seem like he hated everyone when he stayed in the detective agency before. Could it be that he still didn't want to have too much contact with the detective agency?

Kunikida Duppo looked at Chacha, and the snow-haired girl who was a short distance away from him was also like a startled kitten, still immersed in what he said, "Take her to dinner", and opened her eyes wide. Eyes looked back at him.

Kunikida Doppo sighed, he had to take his time.In short, no matter what, you can't spoil your body like this.

And unknowingly, it is regarded as the tea tea of ​​a bear child: "..."

Mr. Kunikida is really like a worried old mother.

Just when Chacha wanted to say something to show that she didn't need to be invited to dinner, she suddenly felt something and turned her head to look in another direction.

Kunikida Doppo was stunned for a moment, then looked over.

Then he saw a young man in a sand-colored windbreaker getting closer among the street crowd.

It has to be said that although this partner is very doggy, he does look like a human being, and he can be seen at a glance even in a crowd of people.

"Kunikida-kun, when did you like such girly cakes?" Dazai Osamu glanced at the pastry shop next to Kunikida Doppo, and raised his eyebrows in surprise.

Kunikida Doppo: "..." He doesn't like it!Why do you look at him with such eyes that seem to understand something!

"Oh, I see. Kunikida-kun likes to eat cute cakes but he doesn't want others to know, so he sneaked here behind our backs..." Osamu Dazai clasped his palms together, looking suddenly enlightened.

Kunikida Doppo: "Shut up, you bastard! I'm..."

Kunikida Doppo suddenly realized something, the interest in Chacha that Osamu Dazai showed before, it is impossible not to say a word at this time.He looked to the side, and as expected, the side was empty, and the snow-haired girl had disappeared without a trace.

"I ran away." Kunikida raised his forehead alone.

It's really like a cold and alienated cat, slipping away without paying attention.

"Run away? Who is Kunikida-kun talking about?" Osamu Dazai seemed to have realized something, "Could it be Miss Chacha?"

Kunikida Doppo glared at Osamu Dazai: "That's her, I was about to treat her to dinner, but she ran away in the blink of an eye."

Speaking of this, Kunikida Doppo realized something: "You wouldn't have done something to her, would you? Otherwise, why would she run away as soon as she saw you?"

"Hey——Kunikida-kun is really too much, how could I offend such a lovely lady." Dazai Osamu sighed, looking very regretful, "Obviously I like Miss Chacha very much."

Kunikida Dobubu: "..."

Hehe, who does your bandage waste device fall in love with is the real big problem.

……

Chacha is looking at the cake box in her hand.

The sun fell on the bench in the park, and the soft long hair with a clean color like snow was scattered, filled with a warm shimmer.

Chacha moved slightly, and the shimmering light swayed along with it.

The sun is very comfortable, and Chacha even wants to change back to the form of a cat to sunbathe.

Slate: [It's absolutely possible!There's no one here anyway. 】

Chacha thought it was the same, so after a blink of an eye, the girl disappeared, replaced by a kitten with snow-white fur.

There was a cake box on the bench, and the cat unhurriedly jumped onto the bench and lay on top of the cake box, with the tip of its tail dangling lazily.

Taking a nap when the sun is warm is simply the most comfortable thing for a cat.

Even the oppressive black mud seems to be infected with the warmth and looseness under the sun.

A small snow-white ball huddled on the delicate cake box, and the tips of the soft ears suddenly trembled twice.

A shadow fell and enveloped his body.

Blocked from the sun, the kitten didn't open its eyes, but let out a "meow" unhurriedly.

After a few seconds, the shadow moved away, and the other party seemed to have left.

Shi Ban: [The man didn't leave, he sat next to you! 】

Chachamao slowly opened his eyes and looked to the side.

Sure enough, there was another person on the other side of the bench.The man in the white fluffy hat seemed to be in poor health. He coughed twice and looked at Chacha.

His eyes were deep purple, and seemed to have a dark red tinge. When he looked over, he clearly had a smile on his face, but for no reason he felt a scalp-numbing chill.

"Miss Chacha, good afternoon." He smiled and said to the white kitten.

Very sure, even when greeting a cat that looked particularly harmless, there was no hesitation.

Obviously, the other party has confirmed her identity.

The tip of Chachamao's leisurely wagging tail paused slightly.

She looked at the human named Fyodor, her dark golden cat eyes were so calm that there was no wave.

Fyodor smiled and sighed softly: "Miss Chacha seems to be very unwelcome to me."

Chachamao closed her eyes again, her tail drooped softly, as if she didn't want to talk to anyone.

Fyodor didn't speak any more, but sat quietly in his original position, except for the occasional light cough, there was no other movement.

Shi Ban frowned: [He doesn't intend to leave, it seems that he has to wait until you are willing to communicate. 】

Shi Ban felt that this human touched porcelain too much.

Didn't you see that the world consciousness didn't want to talk to him?

What Slate can see, Chacha can naturally see too.

It's just that since this human being has appeared here and called her name accurately, the goal is obviously clear. Even if Chacha leaves now, this person will definitely appear in front of her for the second or third time until she willing to communicate with him.

It's not that Chacha has other options, it's just that this person is also a member of the Yokohama stage.

Fyodor only felt a flash of light in front of him, and the little white cat disappeared. The girl with snow-colored long hair sat on the bench and put the cake box in her hand on her lap.

"Is there anything you want to say?" She raised her eyes and asked in a clear tone, a pair of dark golden eyes filled with a dark color.

Fyodor couldn't help but think of it—a remnant of brilliance that fell into the night.

"Huh?" Chacha tilted her head in doubt.

Fyodor regained his composure and showed her a seemingly gentle and harmless smile again: "Hi, first time meeting, Miss Chacha."

Chacha nodded.

Fyodor's gaze swept over Chacha's whole body without any trace, and finally settled on a lock of her hair.

The color that is not stained with worldly dust becomes more and more illusory in the bright sunlight.

Fyodor thought with some regret, what he saw on the surveillance was nothing more than that, now that he officially met, this girl was really as difficult to control as the information he had obtained.

Although he hasn't said a few words yet, Fyodor has already sensed Chacha's character.

She let him do what he did the whole time, but she was hardly affected. Fyodor could feel that this was a difficult person who was quite difficult to influence.

But maybe you can still try.

"Miss Chacha must have met Shibusawa Tatsuhiko, right?" he asked with a smile.

Chacha blinked: "I only saw it once."

"So what does Miss Chacha think of what Shibusawa is going to do?" Fyodor continued to probe.

Chacha didn't hesitate: "I have no opinion."

Fyodor: "..."

"I probably know what you want to do." Chacha lowered her eyes and suddenly said softly.

Fyodor: "Oh? Does the lady know?"

He half-jokingly said, "Even the Armed Detective Agency may not know about it, how does the lady know?"

Chacha: "They know."

Not everyone knows it, but there are two people who must know it.

Fyodor: "So that's it. Miss seems to have a good relationship with the Armed Detective Agency."

Chacha: "It's okay."

Looking at the girl's calm expression, Fyodor, who didn't get the information he wanted: "..."

Difficult.

Is it true that this teenage girl has no opinion on anything and just goes with the flow?It would have been easier if that was the case, but Fyodor couldn't believe it.

Just seeing that Chacha caused Yokohama to rain for a month, which happened to delay Shibusawa Tatsuhiko's plan, and even the military and police failed to catch her. Recently, I have contacted with the Armed Detective Agency. The Armed Detective Agency seems to have no ill feeling towards Chacha, and even very close.

And Mr. Dazai seems to have an inexplicable concern for this girl.

Fyodor knew something about Osamu Dazai, and he would never waste his attention on unimportant things.

And the superposition of these information, in any case, cannot be summed up by the word "coincidence".

Fyodor thought it was not an easy matter, but no matter how hard he checked, he couldn't find the person behind Chacha.Even the "Rat of the House of Death" who was born in an intelligence organization couldn't catch any traces, and Fyodor became more and more sure that it was not easy behind it.

It wasn't until now that he saw Chacha that Fyodor suddenly realized that he might have thought too complicatedly.

Because he didn't think that the snow-haired girl in front of him would be inferior to others and obey their orders.

But in this case, it is an uncontrollable factor that is even more difficult to deal with.

Those who have no fixed desires but do whatever they want are the scariest.

Fyodor met Chacha's eyes, which were calm and indifferent, and when he looked at him, they clearly reflected his shadow.

He couldn't see any desire in Chacha.She is like an impenetrable rain and fog.

It could also spoil his affairs at any time.

Fyodor: "Miss Chacha already knows, but she doesn't intend to tell anyone?"

Whoever she told, Fyodor would have his own judgment.

Chacha murmured softly: "I guess you don't need it."

There is no need for an armed detective agency. Mr. Dazai and Mr. Ranpo both have relative plans, let alone the government. They have nothing to do with this incident. As for the port mafia... Chacha thought about it Thinking, thinking of Zhongya in the Central Plains.

Mr. Nakaya is also a god, so there should be nothing wrong, or Mr. Dazai will still be there.

During the time in the port mafia, Chacha has seen many two people join forces to do missions, so there is no problem.

Slate: [If you had such high trust in them to bear the black mud, you would not have to stay in the parallel world by now. 】

Chacha pursed her lips: That's different, Shibusawa Tatsuhiko's crisis is something they can handle, what about Hei Ni...

It's beyond their tolerance.

This kind of greed that condenses almost the entire world is not something that humans can handle.

Slate: [But in the eyes of others, Shibusawa Ryuhiko is not something that Yokohama can handle. 】

Cha Cha: "..."

A little speechless.

When Chacha was talking to Shi Ban, Fyodor seemed to have noticed something, and looked at her, his purple eyes fixed on her face.

"What is Miss Chacha thinking?"

Chacha came back to her senses and shook her head.

"Thinking about something... that has nothing to do with Mr. Fyodor's thinking."

Fyodor smiled noncommittally: "It's very rare that Miss Chacha can think of something else at this time."

Few people have extra thoughts to distract themselves in front of him.

Chacha didn't speak, she lowered her head and stroked the ribbon on the cake box, and lost her mind again.

It seems quite boring now... Do you want to eat the cake?

After all, looking at Fyodor's posture, he won't leave for a while.

Just do it, Chacha stretched out her hand to untie the ribbon, opened the cake box, and the colorful and lovely cream cakes inside were displayed in front of Fyodor and Chacha.

Seeing Chacha, Fyodor casually picked up the small cream cake, and ate it bit by bit with the small spoon he gave.

Fyodor looked at Chacha twice, and had to be convinced that the other party was really serious about tasting the cake.

It was as if he had been forgotten.

Fyodor's smile almost couldn't be maintained anymore, he lowered his head and started coughing again.

Chacha paused for a moment, looking at this weak human being, his face turned pale, but when he noticed Chacha's gaze, he still showed a gentle smile towards her.

This human being also has a very good skin, as long as he wants to, he can deceive most people's eyes with his appearance.

"Miss Chacha, your mouth." He slightly bent his lips, raised his index finger and nodded the corner of his mouth, "it's covered with cream."

Chacha doesn't really care too much. It's normal for food like cream cake to get creamy, but Chacha doesn't really care about her image that much.

She lowered her eyes and dug out another piece of cake with a plastic spoon. She was about to eat it directly when the corner of her mouth was pressed lightly.

Fyodor threw the tissue into the trash can next to him, and smiled slightly, as if there was no other meaning, just a favor.

Chacha touched the corner of her mouth where there was no cream, and said politely, "Thank you."

Fyodor said you're welcome gently, and coughed a few more times. His face was pale, and against that face, there was a little pity for me.

Slate: [He must be seducing you!Don't be fooled! 】

Chacha: "..." What is this slate thinking about.

It's lucky that it can figure out such a thing as seduction.

Chacha glanced at Fyodor, just in time to meet the eyes of the other party looking over.Out of a certain intuition, Chacha felt that the other party seemed to be waiting for her to say something, so she thought about it and said——

"Do you want to go back and drink more hot water?"

Drinking hot water when you are cold or sick is fine.

Fyodor: "..."

He coughed lowly and said with a sigh: "Thank you Miss Chacha for your suggestion, but it probably won't work for me."

Weakness and illness cannot be solved by drinking hot water. If this were the case, there would not be so many people in this world frantically looking for people with supernatural powers who have the ability to heal.

Fyodor's eyes fell on the snow-haired girl in front of him, and his eyes deepened slightly.

Chacha: "Well...Actually, my focus is on the first half of the sentence."

go back first.Drink hot water again.

Fyodor: "...Does Miss Chacha hate me so much?"

Chacha thought for a while: "There is no dislike." She seldom dislikes anyone.

A person like Fyodor, who is full of calculations, control and use, may be dangerous in the eyes of many people who know his essence, but in Chacha's view, he doesn't think so, let alone hate this emotion .

Because Fyodor loves this world.

That's right, even if he caused troubles all over the world, sparked disputes, and brought fire to Yokohama, he wanted to get the "book" and destroy all people with supernatural powers.

However, such a terrorist existence actually loves this world.

This makes cha cha feel very... fresh.

This is also one of the reasons why she didn't forcefully drive Fyodor away or leave directly today.

"Is there no disgust..." Fyodor raised his eyebrows, as if he was a little surprised by Chacha's answer.

He hooked the corner of his mouth: "I thought that Miss Chacha's indifferent attitude really disliked me."

Chacha took a sip of the cake and replied casually: "I don't want to talk to you, but it doesn't mean I hate it."

It's one thing not to want to communicate, quite another to hate it.

At least for Chacha, the two can be separated.

Fyodor thought about it.

The sun was covered by clouds, and a gust of wind blew in, and Fyodor coughed a few more times.

This time it wasn't the same temptation as before, but it was really coughing.

Chacha's eyes fell on the fluffy collar of the clothes he was wearing, and then slowly slid to his fluffy white hat.

The clothes are quite thick, which shows that this person's body is weaker than ordinary people.

...However, not necessarily.

Chacha thinks that people like Fyodor, even if he is injured and vomits blood, is full of illnesses, and looks like he is going to die in the next second, he is still dragging his body persistently, not seeing the moment when his dream is realized. Will not give up.

Like a mouse that looks fragile but has sharp teeth, even if it ends up lying in a corner dripping with blood, if you let go of your guard a little, you will definitely regret it.

Because this kind of person will never be willing to let himself fall into a real desperate situation if he does not achieve his wish.

And as for the ultimate goal in his heart...

Fyodor put the hand covering his lips, and squinted his eyes: "When Miss Chacha looked at me, what was she thinking?"

The way he looked at him was really...

It's like looking at a shiny something...?

sparkling with light?he?

Fyodor felt a little amused at his own thoughts, not to mention other people, even himself, would not care about anything other than that goal, and would never think of himself as a so-called shining person.

That kind of thing under the light has nothing to do with him, and he never planned to be it.

Fyodor looked at the tea and coffee table, but found that Chacha had already looked away, and his expression was still calm, as if the sight he caught before was just an illusion.

As for whether it was an illusion or not, just listen to what she said next.

If it is really as he guessed... it is not impossible to use and control it.

Nothing is unavailable.

And the information revealed by the traces that Chacha left in Yokohama during this period also proved that she has that value.

The human being whose full name is Fyodor Mikhailovich Dostoevsky thought so, his eyelashes lowered slightly, and against the backdrop of the white plush hat and black hair, that outstanding face became even more beautiful. Hair appears pale and brittle.

And sure enough, he heard Chacha's slightly hesitant voice: "You..."

Fyodor looked up, smiled slightly, and smiled beautifully: "Miss Chacha, what's the matter?"

Chacha finished the rest of the sentence: "You seem a little cold outside, why don't you go back?"

Fyodor: "..."

What are you doing back home?drink hot water?

Seeing the same calm expression of the snow-haired girl as before, Fyodor realized that he had miscalculated.

Could it be that he was wrong?

Fyodor decided to try again.

After all, if you test yourself, you won't lose anything. If you don't try, you might miss a valuable tool that can be used... No, how can using such a thing be called a tool, it is obviously a partner.

"Even if we go back, it's still the same." Fyodor sighed lightly, pale and weak, but with a calm expression, he didn't seem to care about his body.

"Foreign objects probably don't work for me anymore."

Slate: [Don't be fooled by him, this human being must have known from nowhere that you treated Osamu Dazai. 】

When Chacha heard the words, she did not refute Shi Ban's words, but looked at Fyodor seriously, and then shook her head firmly at him.

"No, it works." Chacha said to Fyodor, her voice was so quiet that she seemed to be narrating a fact, "You're lying."

Fyodor's body looks weak, but he can still do so many things, causing Yokohama to be uneasy, which proves from the side that he is not yet so weak.

It's just that you need to stop doing things so frequently, take a good rest and recuperate, and have a long-term healthy routine.

It's just that Chacha didn't say that, after all, she wouldn't give detailed instructions to a person she didn't hate like Kunikida Doppo did, and she also knew very well that she was walking like a pilgrim on a road with no way to see. The old Fyodor would not listen to her.

Fyodor didn't know what was going on in Chacha's mind, but out of the intuition of one of the "script team", he vaguely grasped some thoughts about Chacha.

"I'm lying, but Miss Chacha isn't angry, is she?"

Chacha took a bite of the cake, sipped the spoon and thought for a while: "You're right."

Even though he was lying to her, she was not angry.

Fyodor seemed to be able to explore the essence of Chacha a little more clearly.He seemed to be thinking about something, and then suddenly asked Chacha a question that was already somewhat offensive to a stranger.

"If I tell Miss that I'm cold, will Miss help me to warm me up?"

Chacha opened her eyes slightly, and finally looked at Fyodor: "Huh?"

The stone slab next to it also let out an exclamation.

[This human being is really not simple, but this meeting has already discovered something based on the current clues. 】

Fyodor naturally couldn't hear what Shi Ban said, he smiled and looked at Chacha, as if he was testing something, but also seemed to be expecting something.

"Miss Chacha, will you warm me up?"

Chacha put down the plastic spoon for digging the cake, and stared at Fyodor, her dark golden eyes dimmed slightly, looking at Fyodor, at this moment Fyodor was like an abyss that would lead people to fall.

Full of unknown and dangerous atmosphere.

Chacha didn't speak, but just looked at Fyodor, as if he was surprised by him, or just in a daze, so a trace of regret flashed in his eyes, and he stretched out his hand towards her.

It seemed that he wanted to touch her head gently and gently.

Fyodor thought, what kind of expression would she make when she touched it?What will happen again?

Is it the usual blood splatter?still……

To Fyodor, it was an incredible thing to be able to see divinity in a person, but now, he wanted to verify this possibility.

Although this is a possibility that is infinitely close to impossible.

impossible…