I was touched by Yokohama

The clouds parted slightly, and the sun fell on the bench.

Fyodor gathered his fingertips, sank his mind, swallowed the sweet juice of the cherry in his mouth unconsciously, and suddenly didn't know whether he should breathe a sigh of relief or a sigh.

He touched the side of his lips, staring at a little cream on his fingertips.

Fyodor believes that supernatural powers are evil, and the world of people with supernatural powers needs to be cleaned up so much.

Until now, he has not changed his mind.

but……

"This time, I'm the one with the cream on the corner of my mouth."

The sun is slightly warm, even if Fyodor closes his eyes, he can still feel the piece of extremely brilliant gold bestowed by the world.

……

Chacha threw the empty cake box into the trash can.

[He seems to know something, is it okay? 】

"It's okay." Chacha shook her head, very calmly, "He's just guessing."

Fyodor did not poke and proved that he had no proof.And even Fyodor himself, after he came to his senses, would probably find this guess ridiculously ridiculous and focus on other things.

After all, a "guess" full of uncertainty is far inferior to a known "book" that can be obtained.

As the sky gradually darkened, there were fewer pedestrians on the street.In Yokohama, a dangerous and chaotic city, most ordinary people would not dare to wander around unscrupulously at night.

Chacha, a fragile-looking person with a particularly good appearance, is particularly obvious when he wanders around the bar.

"The name of this bar seems familiar." Chacha blinked her eyes, looked up at the lighted sign of the bar, thoughtfully.

Lupin...

Ah, Mr. Dazai and Mr. Oda said it.They seem to drink at a bar called Lupine from time to time.

I heard that this bar has everything you want, even curry... so it should also serve dinner?

There is also wine... Chacha's eyes lit up slightly when he thought that Zhongyuan Zhongye had been staring at him to limit the amount of alcohol he had been drinking since he was drunk and bulldozed the bar in the main world.

It's okay in the parallel world!

Thinking of this, Chacha no longer hesitated, stepped in, and sat at the bar.

"Lovely lady, what do you want to drink?" The bartender behind the bar was wiping the glass, and his eyes widened in surprise when he saw the snow-haired girl in front of him.

After all, Lupine is not far from the port mafia, and it is not very common for girls who dare to come here to drink alone.

And the appearance is...too outstanding.It's also thanks to the untouchable sense of alienation and coldness in this young lady, otherwise someone would have come to strike up a conversation by now.

The cute appearance is not everyone's favorite, but like this... I'm afraid no one will not like it.

But even so, although no one came over, many eyes have already swept over.

Chacha didn't care about these vague sights, she was thinking.After more than ten seconds, just when the bartender thought that Chacha didn't want to talk, she suddenly spoke, her voice was soft and sweet.

"Is there any ochazuke here?"

That's right, after much deliberation, Chacha decided to eat chazuke.

Ochazuke is paired with wine, what a perfect match!When Chacha once had dinner at Nakahara Nakaya's house, he ate chazuke rice made by the other party himself. He could have had a drink, but the bottle of red wine was all settled by Nakahara Nakaya and Dazai Osamu. That chaotic night.

Every time I think of this, Chacha wants to sigh.

But now, no one is looking at her, she can enjoy chazuke and drink wine!

The bartender was a little embarrassed: "Actually, we don't..."

The snow-colored long-haired girl sat up slightly, her cat's eyes shone brightly under the dim light in the bar, implying anticipation.

"Have it?"

Bartender: "..."

This, this is difficult.

"We should be able to provide ochazuke here!" The bartender took a deep breath, "I'll ask the back chef!"

Chacha thanked glutinously, blinked her chubby dark golden cat pupils, and watched the bartender walk into the back kitchen expectantly.

Then when the bartender came out, he brought the news to Chacha that he could make ochazuke, but he just had to wait a while.

Chacha naturally had no objections at all. While waiting for dinner, she asked the bartender if she wanted a drink.

"Wine?" The bartender looked at the petite snow-haired girl with some hesitation, "Are you an adult?"

Chacha: "..." You ask if there is any adult in the world?

Chacha didn't answer right away, but the bartender's eyes gradually became firmer: "We don't serve alcohol to minors here."

If you get drunk, it's really like a sheep going to the tiger's mouth. Didn't you see that there are so many people nearby who heard the girl want to drink, and their eyes lit up.

On the other hand, Shi Ban laughed out loud at the side: [Underage...they may have to call you ancestor. 】

It's just - the little ancestor.

Chacha didn't know the hidden meaning of the slate, she was seriously arguing with the bartender.

"I'm an adult, I want to drink..."

"No, Miss." The bartender refused righteously, completely forgetting that a bar like his, which used to serve alcohol to underage mafia gangsters, was not a decent bar.

Cha Cha: "..."

"If I don't give wine, I can only buy it from others."

Chacha thinks very clearly that she can't buy wine, but others can!Someone will be willing to sell her wine.

Some people at the side noticed Chacha's gaze, and although they still had the frivolous smile that comes naturally from being in a bar, they unconsciously sat a lot more upright.

Bartender: "...wait a minute, actually some alcohol can still be given to minors."

So Chacha got a glass of low-alcohol plum wine, exuding a light plum aroma, and the clear amber liquor was served in a glass, which looked delicious.

The bartender also added spherical ice cubes to her, so Chacha's glass of wine looked no different from the ones held by others.

So Chacha sat contentedly on the seat in front of the bar and took a small sip.

The sweet and sour taste bloomed in the mouth, and there was also the fragrance of the wine. Chacha narrowed her cat eyes slightly, the corners of her mouth curved slightly, and a blush appeared on her cheeks due to the slight alcohol, and she softly said thank you to the bartender .

Bartender: "..." So cute.

The plum wine tasted very good, and Chacha couldn't help but drink one sip after another. When the chazuke came, Chacha had already finished the whole cup.

The girl propped her forehead, and slowly raised her half-squinted eyes, most of the gorgeous dark gold was covered.When tea-zuke was handed to her eyes, she hummed softly, her sweet and soft voice rarely revealing a trace of laziness.

"I want to sleep..." She yawned, and slowly lay down on the bar counter, resting her arm on her pillow, and with the other hand, she slowly poked the bowl containing the freshly made ochazuke.

A certain kind of depression in my heart seemed to be released a little at this moment, revealing a clue.

Until there was a chuckle in my ear.

"Miss really looks like a cat."

Who is speaking?Was it to her?

Chacha blinked slowly, then turned her head to look at the person next to her.

The black-haired, kite-eyed young man was wearing a sand-colored windbreaker, with a gentle and playful expression on his unbandaged face, very much like Dazai Osamu, but not quite like Dazai Osamu.

Chacha stared at him for a while, then slowly looked away.

Like not interested in him.

Osamu Dazai suddenly felt a little reconciled, stretched out his hand to pinch a strand of snow-colored hair of Chacha, and played with it with his fingertips, while leaning his back on the bar counter.

"Miss, why didn't you react at all when you saw me?"

"Well, sir, she may be a little drunk..." the bartender who was watching couldn't help but said, he didn't expect that just a glass of low-alcohol plum wine could make the girl drunk.However, the bartender could tell from the reactions of the two that they knew each other.

"Are you drunk..." Osamu Dazai was thoughtful, leaning forward, as if he wanted to see Chacha's expression clearly.

Chacha turned her head with some displeasure, not wanting to meet his gaze, after all, Osamu Dazai always allows people to discover a lot of information unexpectedly.

Although Osamu Dazai does not have the nearly buggy brain of Edogawa Ranpo, the name "Script Team" is not for nothing.

But unfortunately, the more Chacha didn't want him to watch it, the more Osamu Dazai wanted to watch it.

From this point of view, there seems to be no difference between Dazai Osamu and the young man in a loose black trench coat who was still the youngest cadre of the port mafia.

"Mr. Dazai." Chacha's slightly slackened eyes from alcohol refocused, and she unhappily called out to Dazai who still refused to give up.

This sound was considered a warning, but if Osamu Dazai really gave up on this, then he would not be called Osamu Dazai anymore.

The disturbed Chacha didn't hide anymore, after all, he couldn't just throw this person out of the bar, after all, he was Mr. Dazai from another world.

and……

Chacha glanced at another wine glass in front of him.

In the transparent glass, the spherical ice cubes were submerged in the golden wine, and at the mouth of the wine glass, there was a small white flower.

Mr. Oda...

Chacha lowered her eyelashes slightly, and didn't continue to play any childish-looking "chasing and hiding" games with Osamu Dazai.

And Osamu Dazai was finally able to see Chacha's expression clearly, and also looked into Chacha's eyes.

——Extremely dense darkness and boredom.

Tired of... him?No, if this is the case, Osamu Dazai can be sure that the other party will not let him stay here now.

Then it is...

"No, miss is obviously not drunk." Osamu Dazai straightened his body and elongated the end of his voice, which seemed to add a touch of sweetness to his voice.

The bartender who said that Chacha was drunk was a little surprised: "It's all like this, how could it be possible not to be drunk?"

"No." Dazai Osamu glanced at the bartender's disbelieving face, smiled, and said nothing more.

Miss is worthy of being a lady, who can capture the unconscious deviation of people's hearts so quickly.

Osamu Dazai acted as if he didn't notice something was wrong with Chacha, and Chacha didn't intend to do anything just because Osamu Dazai noticed the clue.

After all, Osamu Dazai wants to protect Yokohama now, and there is part of the reason for his actions.

To round it up, it is to protect the world.Chacha wouldn't be able to get along with the black-haired and kite-eyed young man just because of this incident.

only……

"Mr. Dazai," Chacha took a sip of the still warm ochazuke, and looked at Osamu Dazai with some doubts, "You've been standing here, it's a bit in the way."

"Hey - Miss really doesn't want to see me?"

Osamu Dazai dragged out the ending, and his tone was very sad.

Chacha: "No, I just think Mr. Dazai came here not just to stand here for a while."

Dazai Osamu smiled, and sat down on the seat next to Chacha in front of the bar, then picked up the glass and took a sip of the wine.

He also casually rolled a capsule that looked like medicine with the tip of his tongue and swallowed it.

Chacha took another look at him.

"Miss, are you curious?" Osamu Dazai suddenly turned his head and winked at her with a relaxed look.

Chacha thought for a while: "That's right."

"Can you make the lady curious..." Osamu Dazai seemed surprised, and then raised the corner of his mouth, "It seems that this medicine is worth swallowing."

Chacha didn't explain, she was indeed a little curious, but not about what was going to happen next, but about Osamu Dazai.

Although as a world consciousness, Chacha is actually very aware of the reason why Osamu Dazai changed from Hei Tokizai to Buteizai, but after all, he had contact with that Hei Tokizai who was covered with black mud from inside to outside, Chacha was also thinking, from a Osamu Dazai, who doesn't care about anything, wants to find the meaning of life on the edge of blood and darkness, and Osamu Dazai, who is under the light that has begun to learn to protect, what is he thinking in his heart?

In the beginning, Chacha could occasionally hear his desire, not suicide, but a reason to live, which has more meaning, but now it seems to be too audible.

However, Chacha's curiosity about Osamu Dazai is also very limited, it is the feeling of "I know but I don't really want to know".

Dazai Osamu may have noticed it too, but he should also know that she is not the one who can hold him, although she will save him when he sees him falling into the water.

But the redemption he needs, Chacha feels that he still can't give it.

The Osamu Dazai at this time should be drinking with the Oda-san in his fantasy... It's better not to get involved.

So Chacha stopped talking, but continued to eat chazuke.

Chacha's cheeks were reddish from the alcohol, she lowered her eyes, bit the spoon, and pressed her lips into the plum on top of the chazuke.

Osamu Dazai glanced at her inadvertently, and put the glass containing the liquor back on the bar.

A kind of silence exists between the two, but what is amazing is that it does not seem strange. The snow-colored long-haired girl eating tea and rice, and the young man in a sand-colored windbreaker, have a tacit understanding between the two. There is a strange harmony in the distance.

After eating chazuke, Chacha felt a little sleepy, so under the worried gaze of the bartender, who hesitated to speak, she lay back on the table again, with her face resting on her arm, her dark golden cat pupils half closed, her delicate and indifferent little There was a look of indifference on his face.

While she was taking a sleepy nap, some footsteps gradually approached, probably people in the bar who had noticed her before, seeing her like this now, wanted to take the opportunity to approach her.

Chacha squinted her eyes, feeling a little impatient to deal with it.

Annoying and noisy.

But in the end, she didn't have to deal with it, and she didn't even have to look away, because those people were blocked before they really approached.

It seemed that he could vaguely hear the unwilling voices of those people, and the words of Osamu Dazai dismissing them easily in a few words.

"Well……"

Chacha squinted her eyes halfway, no one disturbed her, inexplicably, in this bar, probably prompted by the long-lost drunkenness, she actually had a feeling of really wanting to sleep in this place where it is difficult to calm down. idea.

Chacha's cold eyebrows stretched slightly, and she slowly closed her eyes, her slender and transparent eyelashes cast a small shadow under her eyes.

At this time, Slate also suddenly fell silent, quietly standing beside him, exuding a faint light that only a certain world consciousness that had gradually sunk into sleep could see.

For Osamu Dazai, the skillful means of threatening and seducing are almost engraved in his bones, and it is no problem to dismiss a few people.And those people with their own minds were clearly unwilling, but still had no choice but to leave without playing tricks. It was a proof that no one could break through Dazai Osamu's "defense line" and get close to Chacha.

Of course, for Osamu Dazai, this also means a kind of proof.

——Something, very subtle inwardly, but extremely real, has changed.

Osamu Dazai returned to the bar and pressed his forehead. After a long while, he suddenly let out a low laugh.

When did he actually do such a nice thing?

What Mr. Ranpo said, it really happened.

Osamu Dazai recalled the day when Chacha left Nakajima Atsushi's residence, he submitted new news about Shibusawa Tatsuhiko, walked out of the president's office, and passed Edogawa Ranpo's desk who was eating potato chips, as usual He said hello with a relaxed attitude.

The other party also responded vaguely, as if they were bored and didn't care about anything, until Nakajima Atsushi and Izumi Kyoka joined the detective agency, and hurriedly and frustratedly told about the departure of the snow-haired girl named Chacha.

Osamu Dazai laughed and joked, his expression seemed to be the same as before.

Sure enough, that's how it should be, isn't it?

Edogawa Ranbu suddenly seemed to realize something, paused slightly, and looked directly at him, with hidden sharpness in his emerald eyes.

[Dazai, her existence is very special,] Edogawa Ranpo said, [Don't think it's nothing now, as if you really don't need to care. ]

[Sometimes reason can be deceiving. ]

But the heart does not lie.Even if it is some kind of supernatural ability, it will not have such an abnormally real feeling.Osamu Dazai is a rational person, and it is precisely because of this rationality that he can analyze this subtle change in his heart, and he also understands very rationally that it is not because of any supernatural power, nor is it because of the bewitching of other forces.

This change is due to his own will.

And he wanted to get close to this girl.

Osamu Dazai sighed and rubbed his forehead.

Although Edogawa Ranpo didn't say it clearly, some of the words he said were directional, and

"Sure enough, another world or something... It's really foul."

"Miss, don't you think..."

There was silence beside him, he was stunned for a moment, suddenly realized something, and turned to look at Chacha, as expected, the girl was quietly lying on the bar counter, her snow-like fluffy and white long hair was scattered on the table, filled with warm lights.A delicate and beautiful little face was flushed, and the eyelashes fluttered slightly with her breathing.

Dazai stared at it for a while, showing a helpless and relaxed smile.

"Oh, miss, did you actually fall asleep at this time? This is really... a windfall."

If you stare at someone all the time, the other person will definitely notice something.The coward who is afraid of happiness doesn't want to touch anyone, but if the person he wants to touch won't find out, it's okay.

Well, it must be okay.

Osamu Dazai raised the corners of his mouth, and the iris-colored eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of drunkenness in the dim light of the bar.The curly-haired young man rested his chin on his hands, and was about to lean his upper body over.

There was a sudden noise outside the bar.

Then, a group of people who entered in the blink of an eye surrounded Osamu Dazai tightly, with guns in their hands, facing Osamu Dazai vigilantly and defensively.

The corner of Dazai Osamu's mouth curled up.

"Do you think you can really catch me?"

……

Chacha didn't sleep well this time, after all, the bar is not a place where one can sleep well.

But unexpectedly, the sleep she thought would be interrupted soon, lasted unexpectedly long.

"Where's Mr. Dazai?" Chacha slowly opened her hazy dark golden eyes, and looked around, realizing that it was too quiet in the bar.

And the place next to it is also empty, only two glasses of wine are still on the bar counter, one contains a sip of untouched light gold liquor, a small white flower is placed on the top of the cup, and the other cup has already been drunk. There was only half a glass of wine left.

The bartender behind the bar suddenly poked his head out: "Um... are you looking for the person from before?"

Chacha thought for a while, hesitated, but still nodded.

"He was taken away by a group of people... No," the bartender thought of something, and suddenly changed his words a bit tangled, "He took those people away, saying that he would disturb the neighbors here... lovely lady, and then he didn't Knowing what was said, those people left the bar with him."

The bartender paused, as if he realized that saying this would cause some worry and panic, and quickly added with a subtle expression, "I don't think those people look like the Mafia or are here to find fault..."

Shi Ban: [Those are of course not the Mafia, they are people from the Supernatural Secret Service Division. 】

Chacha stared at the two wine glasses for a while, then looked down at the empty wine glass in front of her, and sighed a little.

"After all, the appearance of Tatsuhiko Shibusawa is inseparable from the Supernatural Secret Service Division and Mr. Dazai... They should go and clarify it."

Shi Ban: 【I should find a place to make it clear, but it's not certain if I can make it clear "well". 】

Chacha put the wine glass in front of the bartender, her seemingly calm eyes filled with anticipation, but it was no surprise that her request for a drink was rejected this time.

why is that?Chacha was holding the glass cup, her little face was about to wrinkle into a ball, and she was not feeling well.

"Plum wine like before...isn't it okay?"

Of course, this time the bartender didn't give her any more alcohol, the reason was that she couldn't drink enough, and she was drunk just because of a glass of plum wine.

The slate next to it was inexplicably poked at the point of laughter when Chacha got drunk because of a glass of plum wine, and couldn't stop laughing.

Chacha also wanted to explain: "I just want to sleep, not because I'm drunk..."

But it's a pity that she was too unconvincing when she said this with this appearance. The blush on her small face still hasn't faded, and her round cat eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of mist because she just woke up.

Completely half-drunk and half-awake but because he refused to admit defeat, he stubbornly started to become childish.

Not being able to get that delicious sweet wine, Chacha was a little disappointed, and just when she was about to give up, she suddenly heard footsteps.

The door of the bar was pushed open, and a short man with ocher orange hair strode in from the door.

Chacha glanced at it, and then turned her face back. She didn't feel that she had to dodge deliberately, but trouble could still be avoided.

This sideways angle prevented Zhong Yuan Zhong from seeing her face clearly.

Fortunately, Nakahara Chuya didn't come here for any mission or other purpose, but it seemed that he just happened to come in for a drink.After he asked the bartender for a drink, he noticed a young girl sitting in front of the bar, paused, and then turned to sit on the other side.

Chacha: Hmm...it probably wasn't discovered.

Although it is relatively rare to meet girls in bars in Yokohama at night, Nakahara is not someone who pays special attention to these.But out of some kind of first instinct, Chuya Nakahara's eyes still fell on her, and turned away after several seconds.

Zhong Yuan also found that he thought of that weird and mysterious girl again today.

What's even more strange is that during this period of time, when he closed his eyes from time to time, it seemed that he could immediately recall the scene he witnessed at that time——

The girl's expression was almost indifferent, her long snow-colored hair spread out, and she fell lightly in the night, like a light and white feather in the wind, until she fell into the dazzling lights of the city.

Zhong Yuanzhong also tried to catch her, but failed.

But in a dream at night, Zhongyuan finally held her hand tightly at the last moment, and firmly imprisoned the girl who finally showed a trace of surprise.

Because of the posture at the moment when she was dragged back, the girl had no choice but to throw herself into his arms. As he imagined, it felt as light and cool as snow, as if if she didn't pay attention, she would immediately return to her arms like before. Disappear.

So Zhong Yuanzhong hugged him even tighter.

Trying to hold this thin, almost transparent snow into his arms.

It's just that no matter how firmly the guy who provoked the port mafia but disappeared was imprisoned in the dream, when he opened his eyes, he could only face the reality of being surrounded by air.

There is a subtle sense of emptiness, and the heart seems to be empty, clamoring for something.

Want to see that guy again, and then... have to tie that guy to the Port Mafia!

Zhongyuan Zhong also raised his head viciously and downed a big mouthful of red wine, which tasted like he was gnashing his teeth.

No matter how dull he was, Zhongyuanzhong also realized that his emotions were not right. For such a dangerous person, the port mafia was still in such a situation. violent thoughts.

Thinking of this, Zhong Yuanzhong couldn't help but wonder if he had unknowingly acquired some weird and strange abilities.

But it is a pity that Zhong Yuanzhong also met Osamu Dazai two days ago, and he was arrested and beaten. If he had a supernatural power, it would have been lifted long ago.

By the way, did the mackerel get more disgusting?While hiding, he yelled some inexplicable words such as "don't get hit in the face by the little dwarf", "keep a clean and fresh appearance to see the lady".

That guy finally found a poor woman to die with?

Wait, that guy was able to find it? !

Zhong Yuanzhong also frowned, thinking about these messy things, suddenly inadvertently fixed his eyes on the girl in front of the bar again.

It's also snow-white fluffy long hair... No matter how you look at it from the back and the side, they look very similar.

Zhong Yuanzhong also put down his cup abruptly, got up abruptly, and strode to Chacha.

Chacha lay on the table and didn't want to get up.

"You..." The young man in a black suit with brown hair paused, "I'm sorry, I always think you look like someone else, can I see your face?"

Cha Cha: "..."

Chacha expressed that she really wanted to refuse.

Slate: [You can take advantage of his surprise and run away quickly when he is in a daze. 】

Chacha was thoughtful: By surprise?

【That's right, for example, you can stand on tiptoe and kiss him right away...】

Chacha: "...shut up."

Zhongya Zhongyuan: "???"

Chacha: "..." Chacha's reaction was also quick. She slowly turned her prone face to the side, her arm covering most of it, only showing a probing eye, and whispered, "Sir, you are drunk."

How could it be possible for Zhongyuan Zhong to get drunk just because of a glass of red wine? Hearing this voice, he felt more like it.

And this eye color...

The girl was blinking her dark golden cat pupils, watching him cautiously, as if observing his reaction, as if she would run away immediately if she disagreed with him.

Zhongyuan Zhong also slowly narrowed his eyes, staring at the snow-haired girl in front of him: "Is it you?"

With an innocent face, Chacha asked unhurriedly, "What?"

Nakahara Chuya: "...It's you." This time he used an affirmative tone.

Seeing that Chacha didn't intend to admit it, he pursed his lips, held Chacha's hand directly, and pulled Chacha up, while Chacha opened his eyes slightly.

"It's really you."

He had been busy for several days before and didn't catch any shadows, but this time he just came out for a glass of wine and was hit by an unexpected joy. Zhong Yuanzhong also raised the corners of his mouth subconsciously, and was about to say something, but Chacha quickly distanced himself from him.

"Do you want to tie me to the Port Mafia?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also met the girl's quiet eyes: "Yeah, you don't think you can really get out of it after provoking the port mafia?"

Chacha's face was paralyzed: "It was my mistake that almost knocked down the building of the Port Mafia, but..."

Who made your port mafia too dark!

Hei Ni liked your place very much in Yokohama, and I also appeared there without realizing it. It would be abnormal if it rained for a month without showing up there.

At this time, Chacha paused.

Because the surroundings suddenly became silent.

Although there were very few people in the bar because of Osamu Dazai and the Special Agents Section, there was still music playing, as well as the sound of the bartender mixing drinks and wine glasses colliding.

But now, there is no sound at all.