I was touched by Yokohama

Chacha couldn't fail to recognize this familiar voice.

However, that doesn't mean it's normal to be here.

Chacha opened the door, and the person outside looked up, the black coat and the bandage exposed were dripping with water.

He stared at Chacha, the corners of his mouth curled up: "Miss, good evening."

Probably because he had been drenched in the rain for a long time, his voice was a little soft, as if he had no focus.

If it were someone else, they might be intimidated by Osamu Dazai's appearance.

"Mr. Dazai." Chacha asked calmly, "Why did Mr. Dazai appear here in the middle of the night when it was raining?"

"To give Miss a surprise." Dazai Osamu drew a long voice, "Miss, it's a bit cold outside, let me go in?"

The black-haired, kite-eyed boy sneezed, and his eyes were covered with a layer of water, showing a pitiful look, like a drenched little black cat begging to be taken in coquettishly.

Chacha: "...If you really want to go in, Mr. Dazai can be a little more honest."

Suddenly appearing here without saying a word in advance, and choosing such a time, Chacha doesn't think that Dazai Osamu has no reason for doing so.

Moreover, this is the territory of "sheep", right?

I don't know how Osamu Dazai slipped here. Fortunately, today is a rainy night, otherwise the movements on Chacha's side might have attracted the attention of the "sheep" members long ago.

"Eh, that's it."

As soon as the words fell, Dazai Osamu's wet hair, his kite-colored eyes seemed to be filled with thick darkness for an instant.

"I came to Miss, just to confirm one thing."

"Miss, have you been using 'sheep'?"

Chacha's expression moved slightly, and she looked at him calmly.

"No, it can't be said to be used." The next second, Osamu Dazai suddenly denied his words, his eyes darkened.

"Miss really didn't do anything to the 'sheep', the only thing she did was to "look on the sidelines", and those 'sheep' who were not clear-headed, had been dazzled by the benefits in front of them, and ran onto the chessboard on their own initiative, becoming The target of public criticism. "

"Miss," Dazai Osamu said softly, the only eye that was exposed outside the bandage did not reflect a gleam of light, "What exactly do you want to do?"

"—Are you looking for something?"

The air became quiet for a moment, except for the sound of the wet rain, there seemed to be only the faint beating sound of the heart that could not tell who it was.

"..." Chacha's golden eyes were unmoved, and her delicate face was expressionless.

"Mr. Dazai, I understand." She finally broke the suffocating silence.

"Maybe I'm looking for something, but you... must be here to find fault."

With a bang, the door was tightly shut in front of Osamu Dazai.

"Hey - is this regarded as being disgusted?"

Standing alone outside the door, Osamu Dazai pursed his lips, but there was no smile on his face. He sat at the door, not caring about the rain-soaked clothes on his body, and his eyes were empty and desolate.

"It seems to be true." He said to himself.

Miss came to Yokohama to find something.

What is it?

Osamu Dazai's appearance here in the rainy night was not a whim, and the investigation results obtained today are enough for him to further confirm that the lady is unusual.

No one would have expected that the one who offered a reward of 40 billion to a person was actually the leader of the GSS.

But it's not that Osamu Dazai looks down on GSS-the fact is, can this organization really afford 40 billion just to offer a reward for one person?

If we continue to investigate, we will find that this matter is becoming more and more foggy. It is impossible to investigate the source of 40 billion, nor the reason why GSS issued a reward.

Osamu Dazai was even sure that, except for the leader of the GSS, even the other high-level officials did not know that it was their own organization that issued the reward.

This is unreasonable.

Although he hasn't figured out the truth for the time being, Osamu Dazai's brain has vaguely touched some extremely astonishing truths.

In fact, as far as Osamu Dazai is concerned, he is not that interested in the doomed destruction of "sheep", and even finds it boring.

What he really wanted to ask was actually...

Miss, found what you want, will you leave?

Just like when it came, no one can leave without a trace.

But when he was about to ask this sentence, Osamu Dazai couldn't help but shrink back.

He is a coward, and once such words of persuasion are spoken, it is tantamount to cutting open his heart without reservation and showing it naked to another person.

Most importantly, even so, all he got was failure.

A thunderstorm exploded in the dark night sky, and the rain became heavier and heavier.

"Mr. Dazai." The little girl's quiet and soft voice came from inside the door, a little muffled.

"I've finished asking the questions you want to ask, why are you still staying at the door?"

"Because the lady didn't answer my question." Osamu Dazai seemed to be smiling, and no one could see his expression now.

"If I don't get an answer, even I will feel a little bit unwilling..."

After a few seconds, when there was no movement in the room, Osamu Dazai sneezed again, and began to show misery skillfully.

"Besides, it's still raining now. I didn't bring an umbrella. Miss, will you have the heart to let me go back in the rain?"

Chacha: "...I see, I see."

In the next second, the violent wind and rain suddenly stopped as if some wonderful still button had been pressed.

That's it.Chacha thinks.

However, Osamu Dazai outside the door was not happy about it.

He hardly needed to think much, he had already captured some important information revealed by this change.

It was clear that it was going to rain heavily all night, but it "coincidentally" stopped at this time, and it stopped so completely, the possibility of it being just a pure coincidence is almost zero.

Being able to change the weather with one's own power is a superpower?

But he has personally experienced Miss's healing ability.

……I see.

Then, the person who has been keeping a low profile suddenly no longer deliberately hides the secret, it can only be either because of unscrupulousness, or because of...

"leave."

"The rain stopped, Mr. Dazai, go back, it's late." Chacha said in the room.

Chacha seldom uses the ability to change the weather, and today is another exception for Osamu Dazai.

But only so far.

She who can hear the strong inner voice of human beings naturally knows exactly what the answer Osamu Dazai wants to get is.

It's a pity however.

The world will redeem the existence that is deeply mired, and will give the darkness a beam of light, but it will not stop completely for a certain person.

Those who try to catch the gods will only be punished.

Osamu Dazai's hearing is very good, he also heard the sound of Chacha going to bed and turning off the light through the door.

Chacha's attitude is already obvious.

Osamu Dazai had expected this result, but he still inevitably felt an uncontrollable emptiness in his heart.

Knew it.

No matter what you have to pursue value, you are doomed to lose the moment you get it.There is nothing worth prolonging this dreary life to desperately pursue...

Just when Osamu Dazai's eyes became more and more dead silent, he suddenly heard the sound of the door opening and Chacha's small sigh.

The stopped rain began to fall as usual.

The little girl with snow-haired blond eyes bent down, and grabbed the mournful black mud-bandaged spirit that was sitting at the door and refused to leave, into the room.

"Mr. Dazai, are you going to stay at the door all night without letting you in?"

Osamu Dazai, who was dragged into the room by Chacha, had rare confusion in his eyes, and was a little dizzy from the "surprise": "I don't know..."

Osamu Dazai's hands were cold, probably because he was wearing wet clothes and had been outside all the time.

Chacha said helplessly, "Mr. Dazai, take off your clothes and go to my bed."

"Eh, Miss?" Osamu Dazai opened his eyes slightly.

"Your clothes are wet from the rain, there is no clothes for you to change here." Chacha looked at the dripping water marks on Osamu Dazai's clothes.

"By the way, the bandages have to be removed too."

"Hey, the bandage is one with me and cannot be removed."

"But it will wet my bed."

"Wait, wait, miss, don't do this, it's so shameful ~ uh, you can't touch there either—"

"Just take off the bandage, Mr. Dazai, please don't make your voice so turbulent."

2 minute later.

"Miss's quilt smells so good." Dazai Osamu's intoxicated voice came, "It's faint, very similar to Miss~"

After being brought into the room by Chacha, the drenched little black cat, like being discarded by someone, quickly regained its spirits, curled up in the bed, and looked very proud.

It's quite different from picking it up at the door at the beginning.

When Chacha turned her head, she saw Osamu Dazai wrapped her quilt into a fat silkworm chrysalis.

Chacha said calmly, "Mr. Dazai just doesn't hate my quilt."

"How could it be? It's so~ happy to be lying on Miss's bed."

Dazaiji brand silkworm baby began to roll around unscrupulously on the bed, very happy.

Looking at the bandages and black suit and windbreaker scattered all over the floor, Chacha couldn't help but touch her forehead.

"What are you doing, Miss?" Osamu Dazai poked his head out from under the quilt, probably after being stuffed in the quilt for a while, with two lovely blushes on his cheeks.

The bandages covering his eyes had been removed, and his eyes shone brightly under the dim yellow light, like twinkling little stars.

It's no longer the look of empty eyes outside the door.

Chacha closed the door and replied, "I'm confirming whether Mr. Zhongye has come back."

But it seemed that he didn't come back, and he refused to rest even in heavy rain, so he ran to expel the foreigners near Rabo Street.

"Hey, shouldn't Chubu be more excited?" Osamu Dazai snarled, "Miss, isn't it good to look at me?"

"Mr. Dazai, don't say anything strange." Chacha's expression remained unchanged.

"Damn it, miss really still values ​​that little guy." Osamu Dazai covered his face with the quilt, and began to toss about on the bed again.

Only this time it was a slow squirm.

Chacha was helpless.

After a while, she reached out and poked the quilt wrapped around Osamu Dazai, "Mr. Dazai, loosen the quilt."

"Miss, what do you want to do?" Osamu Dazai rolled to the side, and the quilt on his body unfolded.

The hairy black head reluctantly got out from under the quilt.

"Of course what I have to do is to sleep." Chacha's face was slumped, "How can I get in after you rolled up the quilt."

Dazai Osamu: "..."

Osamu Dazai: "!!!"

"Miss, do you want to sleep with me?"

Even if his thoughts were as deep as Osamu Dazai, he was stunned for a moment at this moment, but he soon came back to his senses, with the corners of his mouth raised.

"Miss is very happy to sleep with me, but I'm not wearing anything~"

"I know." Chacha replied, and gave him a strange look.

The little girl's golden eyes were clear and bright, Osamu Dazai was taken aback for a moment, and suddenly turned his back on the bed, laughing and trembling all over.

"So that's how it is. Miss doesn't know anything."

"I know." Chacha reiterated seriously.

"No, no, miss, I don't know."

Chacha was upset, and ended the meaningless argument: "Sleep."

Why both Mr. Nakaya and Mr. Dazai like to stay up late so much.

Sleep is such a precious time.

The dim light went out, and the room was suddenly plunged into darkness.

Osamu Dazai didn't speak anymore, but he felt a strange sense of satisfaction in his heart.

Jewel was beside him.

This is a unique treasure in the world.

This feeling was something that no other precious thing could ever bring him.

Chacha suddenly felt that something was wrong. Although she didn't touch anyone around her, she could vaguely feel the hot body temperature through the quilt.

"Mr. Dazai, do you have a fever?"

"Maybe." Osamu Dazai closed his eyes slightly, but with a slight smile on his face, "I'm so light in my head, I even want to hug Miss right now."

"But, well, you can't do that, you have to control it."

Chacha: "Mr. Dazai, you are saying strange things again."

She stretched out her hand, and pressed the slender and soft fingertips on Dazai Osamu's hot forehead.

Osamu Dazai: "Ha, I want Miss to touch me more..."

"Mr. Dazai, the fever has completely messed up his brain, but it's okay," Chacha said calmly, "It will be cured soon."

"However, Mr. Dazai, don't be so self-willed in the future, it is inevitable to have a fever in the rain."

Soft white light bloomed at the little girl's fingertips, like a blooming night flower.

The dizziness and nausea accompanied by the fever melted quickly under the little girl's fingertips, like snow illuminated by the sun.

Osamu Dazai slowly opened his eyes, staring at the little girl without blinking.

The hazy white light fell on the little girl, she noticed Dazai Osamu's gaze, and lowered her eyes.

The long snow-white curly hair is a little messy, and the clear golden eyes seem to reflect the pure moonlight and sparkle with bright fireflies.

In the dim and dark space, she is the only light.

"Mr. Dazai, are you still feeling unwell?"

"...No, thanks to Miss."

Osamu Dazai slowly closed his eyes and raised the corners of his lips.

On the quilt is a light and cool fragrance that belongs to a little girl, but it seems to have a hint of sweetness.

"It's never been better."

……

This time, when Chacha woke up from a dreamless night, it was already dawn.

The side of the bed was empty, and the quilt was no longer warm, so he probably left very early.Chacha is not surprised.

It would be a little troublesome for Mr. Dazai to be discovered by the "sheep" at dawn.

If it was worse, it would be even more troublesome to be blocked by Mr. Chuya.

The room seemed to have been tidied up. Chacha got up from the bed, only to find that there seemed to be something wrong with the table.

She picked up the empty birthday cake box on the table, and sure enough, the cake was eaten.

Originally, that piece was intended to be reserved for Mr. Chuya.

I don't know how Mr. Dazai noticed this cake.

Chacha turned her head and found that there was one more thing on the table.

It is a book with a red cover.

""Complete Suicide Manual"." Chacha picked up the familiar book and confirmed it. It was the book he held in his hand when he met Osamu Dazai once.

But why was it left here?

Sensing a special atmosphere in "Complete Suicide Manual", Chacha opened the book and stroked the pages.

It seems to have a certain connection with the "book", but the connection is limited, and it may be connected with the parallel world peers.

However, Chacha is currently not interested in parallel worlds.

Chacha closed the "Complete Suicide Manual", and suddenly remembered that she was a little curious because of the special smell in this book, and borrowed it from Osamu Dazai.

But Osamu Dazai didn't agree at that time, and Chacha also forgot about it later.

"Could this be...a birthday present?" Chacha said uncertainly to herself.

Of course, ordinary people would not give a banned book like "Complete Suicide Manual" as a birthday present, but could Osamu Dazai be an ordinary person?

"Chacha." There was a knock on the door.

"Mr. Chuya." Chacha opened the door, looked at Zhongyuan Zhongye's cobalt blue eyes, and sighed.

"Mr. Nakaya, did you not rest last night?"

Facing the disapproving gaze of the little girl above, Zhong Yuanzhong felt guilty for no reason: "Catch up on sleep later."

"Wait, what's that?" Nakahara Chuya has good eyesight, and quickly noticed that the Chacha room was different from the usual one.

"You bought another bunch of small dried fish." He frowned, and was about to educate, his eyes glanced at the birthday cake box on the table.

"Is it your birthday?" Zhong Yuan asked in shock, his eyes widened.

Chacha glanced back, thought for a while, and whispered, "Maybe...it counts."

Saimu Kami gave a birthday cake, Alice gave a small skirt, and Mr. Dazai... it should be regarded as a "Complete Suicide Manual".

In human society, this is called celebrating birthdays, right?

"Ah...was it yesterday?" Zhong Yuanzhong also scratched at the orange hair, a trace of annoyance flashed in his blue eyes.

He didn't even ask her birthday.

And then missed it.

The red-haired boy felt regretful, he would have come back earlier if he had known yesterday.Now all we can do is try to fix it.

Decided to buy Chacha a birthday gift right away after a while.

"I didn't tell Mr. Chuya," Chacha said, "It's not Mr. Chuya's problem."

"And Mr. Nakaya didn't get his cake."

Nakahara Chuya: "It's my problem that I didn't give you."

Zhongyuan Zhong also realized that because of the recent cleaning of Rabo Street, he spent much less time in "Yang" than before.

Not wanting to entangle Chacha any longer, Zhong Yuanzhong also tried to change the topic: "What is that? It looks familiar."

He said it casually, but he really felt more and more familiar with the book in the red cover on the tea table.

Cha Cha: "..."

I don't know why, but I always feel that it's best not to say that this is Mr. Dazai's stuff at this time.

Zhong Yuan, who couldn't remember for a while, seemed to be going to see the title on the cover of the book, but a member of "Sheep" hurried over.

"Zhongye!"

Zhong Yuan's brows and eyes darkened, Chacha thought, now Mr. Zhong Ye is not so like a trapped beast who is willing to be bound by weak chains.

More like having to bear the chains of endurance.

Is there a change in thinking?

It's just...he is still the soft-hearted Nakahara Chuya in essence.

After the ochre-haired boy left, Chacha was about to turn around and go back to the room, but was stopped by a voice behind her.

"Hey," said the stranger, "Shirose needs to find you, so come here."

Chacha didn't remember seeing this person in Yangzhou.However, he is not a "sheep" person, but he appeared in the "sheep" territory majestically.

Chacha said calmly, "What's the matter?"

"You'll know if you follow us there. Why do you ask so many questions?" The man frowned, trying to reach out and pull her over forcibly.

"I don't want to go." Chacha replied with a slumped face, and closed the door.

"you!"

The other party wanted to grab her arm in a hurry, but rushed over and hit her nose hard instead.

Even the nasal bone seems to be knocked crooked.

"hateful!"

Wanting to scold but fearing that Zhongyuan Zhong didn't go far, this GSS member disguised as a "sheep" could only leave while grinning and covering his bleeding nose.

Why is luck so bad.

Forget it, since he can't lure him away, he should wait for the "sheep" to surrender to the GSS.

Chacha opened the door, watched the man walk away, thoughtful.

Is it for her?

……

In order to buy a gift for Chacha, Zhong Yuan ran for almost a whole day to see if there was any dissatisfaction.

Finally, he caught sight of a cat pillow in the window.

"Mr. Chuya thinks, does this look like me?"

Chacha looked at the chubby cat pillow in front of her in bewilderment. The cat pillow also had white hair and golden pupils.

It feels very soft and comfortable.

Great for cuddling and sleeping.

"It's not like you at all." Zhongyuan Zhong also had an inexplicable intuition that this was a proposition, and immediately denied it.

"I just think you'd like to sleep with it." Having said that, Zhong Yuanzhong was still embarrassed and coughed dryly.

"I see." Chacha said.

The ochre-haired boy rubbed her hair, his public voice unconsciously lowered, with an indistinct tenderness: "Is it okay?"

Chacha hugged the pillow and rubbed her cheeks against the big cat's soft ears: "I like it very much, thank you, Mr. Chuya."

The little girl's cat eyes narrowed in relaxation, holding the cat pillow with her hands, her chin resting between the two cat ears of the pillow, she tilted her head to look at him, she was so cute.

This is how the Central Plains was hit by a crit.

"Mr. Nakaya? What's the matter with you, do you need treatment?"

"Cough, cough, cough, no, nothing."

……

Chacha noticed that there were a lot of people knocking on her door recently.

"It's you." Chacha's expression didn't change at all, her round golden eyes were fixed on the person in front of her.

"Yes, it's Shirase who has something to call you, everyone in 'Sheep' has something to discuss..." Shida looked away, "Just follow me, I, I'll take you to find them."

Chacha's voice was soft and quiet: "What's the matter? Can we just finish the discussion?"

"Yep……"

"That's it, then let's go." The little girl didn't seem to notice Shida's abnormality.

Shida gritted his teeth, fighting fiercely in his heart.

He wants to confess everything to Chacha, but once he betrays Shirase and the others...he will definitely be completely disgusted.

The feeling of being abandoned is really terrible and hopeless.Shida, who was mercilessly abandoned when he broke his leg, never wants to taste it again.

"I'm sorry!" Halfway through the road, he suddenly bent down deeply towards Chacha, his face full of pain and guilt.

Chacha raised her eyes, and there seemed to be a hint of doubt in her beautiful golden eyes: "Don't tell me you're sorry."

this is your choice.