I was touched by Yokohama

"Is this the best solution for Mr. Sen now?"

The little girl raised her umbrella, and her golden eyes looked at Mori Ogai without any waves.

"No, no." The man in the white coat shook his head slightly, and said in a mild tone, "My optimal solution has not changed from the beginning to the end."

"It's just that Miss Chacha rejected it."

Alice let go of Chacha's arm, but did not leave, still standing under Chacha's umbrella.

"Chacha, what do you think?" Alice asked innocently, staring at the little girl.

"Tell Alice."

Chacha was silent, staring at the guns aimed at her.

It's still raining.

"Mr. Sen—" she said suddenly, her voice still soft and sweet amidst the pattering rain.

"Actually, Mr. Mori didn't intend to take me back."

"..."

Mori Ogai stared at her with a smile on his lips, and the complete shadow of the little girl was reflected in his deep purple eyes.

"Oh? Why does Miss Chacha think so?"

"Because I think Mr. Mori really wants to do something to me..." Chacha glanced at Alice.

"There will be more comprehensive solutions."

"Mr. Mingmingsen pays attention to the optimal solution, doesn't he?"

This kind of appearance of several mafia pointing guns at her, but never taking the next step, is more like a test of her attitude.

Mori Ogai lifted his lips slowly.

"At all times, we must strike first, but if the information is not equal, the party with less information is doomed to be at a disadvantage."

"But, Miss Chacha, from the day your ability was leaked, no one will give up on catching you. There will only be more and more organizations trying to search for you, and there will be no day when they will be cut off."

He seemed to sigh.

"I must admit that I don't know enough about Miss Chacha."

Chacha thought for a while, and then she suddenly realized, "So Mr. Mori wants to ask me how to solve the messy situation in Yokohama?"

"Yes, I think Miss Chacha has already made plans, right?"

The man's voice was magnetic and smiling, and he approached her. Chacha calmly stood there holding an umbrella, watching him walking towards her.

"This is Mr. Mori's optimal solution." The little girl said calmly.

Mori Ogai responded with a half-truth: "No, this is not the logical optimal solution, but perhaps for me, it is the theoretical optimal solution."

"After all, I don't want to offend Miss Chacha just yet."

Chacha nodded: "I see. Don't worry, Mr. Sen. In a few days, this matter will be completely over."

"But..." The little girl with snow-haired golden eyes suddenly raised her lips slightly, revealing a faint smile that was fleeting.

Like the snow in early spring, it melts quickly under the sun, leaving only a trace of clean breath.

"I also know that Mr. Sen can't do anything to me."

"Because Mr. Mori loves this city more than anyone else."

And Yokohama's will is also part of the world.

The black-haired man in a white coat stared silently at the little girl holding an umbrella. The rain was hitting the corner of his clothes, and he was indifferent.

He seemed to have faintly noticed something.

After a while, the man closed his eyes slightly, and finally answered with a light smile.

"You are right."

……

The rain gradually became lighter, and it was like silver threads.

After parting with Mori Ogai, Chacha walked onto the bridge deck holding a transparent umbrella and dessert.

Everything is normal.

Until there seemed to be the sound of water coming from below.

Chacha paused, looked down the bridge, and saw a black object floating on the water.

"Mr. Dazai?" She looked at it for a while and asked aloud.

"Hey," the black-haired boy covered in bandages looked up, his dark iris pupils seemed to light up all of a sudden, "it's Miss."

"It's fate, miss~"

Chacha stood by the bridge and looked at him, then calmly looked away, retracted her head, and disappeared from Dazai's sight.

Dazai rolled his eyes.

"Miss? Miss?" He called a few times.

The voice was not loud, it was more like muttering or humming than trying to stop someone, almost covered by the sound of the river flowing.

There was no response from the bridge.Osamu Dazai lowered his eyelashes, tiny raindrops condensed on his eyelash feathers, trembling slightly with his eyelids.

"Mr. Dazai is calling me?" The little girl's soft and sweet voice came from very close.

Osamu Dazai paused for a moment, looked sideways, and saw that Chacha was standing on the river bank, tilting his head to look at him suspiciously.

Osamu Dazai raised the corner of his mouth: "Yes. I failed to enter the water again today."

"I'm so sorry, miss."

Chacha thought for a while, put away the umbrella she was holding, and stretched it towards Osamu Dazai.

"Mr. Dazai, if you want to go ashore, grab this umbrella."

"If you soak it in the water again, you will have a fever like last time."

"Eh—but now there is a young lady who can cure me." Osamu Dazai elongated his voice in a rather capricious posture.

"Being surrounded by Miss's healing ability is really a very comfortable feeling."

As if to prove this point, Osamu Dazai also let out a soft moan of "uh".

Cha Cha: "..."

Her small face was paralyzed, and her tone remained flat: "Come up quickly."

"Miss is really boring." Osamu Dazai sighed quietly, then obediently held the other end of Chacha's umbrella, and was dragged out of the water.

Sitting halfway on the bank, Osamu Dazai wiped the water from his face, and suddenly laughed.

"What is Mr. Dazai laughing at?" Chacha shook her umbrella and glanced at him.

"It's nothing, I just thought that the lady has been just watching. In the eyes of the lady, we are not fundamentally different from any other person or thing."

Dazai's voice seemed to carry a strange light melody.

"However, I suddenly discovered that this is not the case."

The little girl glanced at him, with a slight doubt in her tone: "Naturally it's different."

"Mr. Dazai, compared to anyone or anything, you are special enough."

Especially the first time I saw him, I remembered him.

This human being is like a flower of evil blooming in the darkness.

But his soul is pure enough, unique enough, struggling and confused.

"No, no, although it seems very good for the lady to say this, but I think the lady probably misunderstood what I meant."

Osamu Dazai rested his chin on his hand and said with a smile.

When we first met, miss, you were just standing by the river, and you didn't try to pull me up at all.

Chacha tilted her head and let out a cry.

What else could it mean?

"...It is possible to be moved." Osamu Dazai seemed to whisper something.

After 2 minutes, Chacha felt that there should be nothing wrong here, so she stood up and prepared to say goodbye.

"Mr. Dazai, I..."

However, before she finished speaking, Osamu Dazai interrupted her words just right.

"Miss! Is this food?" He pressed his stomach, pointed at the bag in Chacha's hand, and acted coquettishly with his eyes wide open, "My physical strength is a bit exhausted."

"Miss, can you feed me?"

Chacha looked down at the dessert bag in her hand, and replied, "This is Mr. Chuya..."

"Tch, it turned out to be a dark dwarf." Osamu Dazai immediately changed his expression, curled his lips, "Miss, don't trust the taste of that slimy slug."

"He must have forced it on the lady, right? Poor lady, I will help you solve the trouble of this dessert!"

After saying that, Osamu Dazai trembled twice and sneezed.

Chacha sighed a little and stood up.

"Mr. Dazai, you are not suitable for dessert now."

Osamu Dazai had an aggrieved face: "Eh? No need."

Chacha: "...Mr. Dazai, do you have a fever again?"

Finally, Chacha bought him a cup of warm milk and a seaweed rice ball.

"Isn't it crab meat?" Osamu Dazai was holding milk and rice balls with a look of lovelessness.

Chacha's fingers touched his forehead, soft white light rippled from the fingertips and enveloped him.

"Mr. Dazai, I don't have enough money to buy crab meat."

"Huh, so that's the case?" Osamu Dazai opened his eyes wide in surprise, the kite-colored pupils were full of novelty.

It turns out that the gods will also have no money?

Yes, gods.Osamu Dazai was sure of it from the moment he knew she could do the resurrection.

Not affected by disqualification in the world, any injury can be treated without limit, can control the weather, can resurrect the dead... When all these abilities are concentrated in one person——

Besides God, who else can do it?

But at this moment Osamu Dazai suddenly became excited.

What could be more joyful than raising a god?

Chacha, who was stuffed with a card, was really a little confused.

Um?what is this?

"The salary card, the salary card, it's a good thing it wasn't washed away by the water~" Osamu Dazai blinked his eyes.

"Miss, don't worry about using it!"

"Salary card?" Chacha remembers that this kind of thing is very important to human beings, and she is a little curious, "Then give it to me, what will Mr. Dazai do?"

"I can go and steal Chuya's card." Osamu Dazai took it for granted, without guilt.

Cha Cha: "..."

"No, let Chuya-san off."

Osamu Dazai: "Miss, don't make an expression that seems like I'm going too far—"

No, she has no expression.

Chacha had a delicate little face, her heart was like a rock.

"Miss, miss—"

Today's Dazai Osamu seems to be particularly good at acting like a baby, calling her in a long-drawn voice persistently, his voice is so sweet that it makes people tired.

When Chacha looked back, his fair and handsome face showed an innocent look.

Chacha sighed.

"Mr. Dazai, what are you trying to tell me?"

There was a moment of silence, only the sound of the river gurgling.

At this moment, Osamu Dazai seemed to have lost his voice, and he just stared at the little girl quietly. There was something darker than despair and deeper than darkness in the bottom of his kite-colored eyes.

Dazai Osamu like this made Chacha suddenly think of what he said with the same expression when they didn't know each other.

He says--

"It's such a boring and ugly world."

Chacha lowered her eyes, and her beautiful golden eyes looked at this troublesome black mud bandage spirit.

...It should be the last time.

"Mr. Dazai," she said softly, "this world is neither boring nor ugly."

"If Mr. Dazai feels boring or ugly, then it must be because Mr. Dazai has not been able to see."

"Then what should I do, miss?" The wet hair on his forehead covered his expression at this moment, making it blurry.

His voice trembled a little, revealing a rare confusion that had not been hidden in the deepest part of his heart.

"What shall I do, miss."

"If you want, Mr. Dazai can go and wait." Chacha said calmly.

"Wait until the cherry blossoms are in full bloom."

"By that time, Mr. Dazai must be able to find something that is not boring."

……

Since "Book" ran into her dream and escaped, although the situation in Yokohama continued to ferment and get worse, "Book" did not intervene again.

Chacha knew that this was just the calm before the storm.

And until this day, the storm finally came.

Everyone in Yokohama suddenly knew one thing, and they were extremely sure.

——That little girl with snow-haired golden eyes is the god incarnate in the world!

The book with complicated patterns floated twice in the air, and then fell to the roof with a thud.

【It took too much energy. After all, it is to write the facts about the world. It is still too reluctant to attach this information to the people of Yokohama. 】

[But it doesn't matter, she will soon be unable to bear this Yokohama, she will go into a deep sleep. 】

【Obviously I know her best, and I know exactly what she hates. 】

The "book" belongs to this world, and it won't let her change that.

The book sighed.

But very happy.

——until a cat's paw stepped on the book.