As a background board, I want to pursue Dazai

"Someone wants to see me?"

Following the Xuecun incident, I was affected to a certain extent, which was manifested in my insensitivity to those who came to my door and said they wanted to meet me.

"The location is at the detective agency, and the safety issue is guaranteed." Dazai said, "Of course, it's up to Yi Jun to decide whether to meet him or not."

"Mr. Dazai said that the person who wants to see me is someone I know?"

"Ah..." He didn't like this topic very much, "In a word, it's a 'dark little dwarf', do you have any impression of that?"

"..." After a moment of confusion, I tried my best to search for a suitable person in my mind. After thinking about it, what finally emerged was the stalwart figure descending from the sky, "Probably, he has something to do with me." What's up?"

"Xuecun has something to tell you." He said, "According to what I know about him, he also has a lot to say to you now."

In the hospital, the red-haired young man seemed hesitant to talk, but it was not a suitable occasion for conversation, and he was interrupted by a phone call, so he was able to give up. A few days later, I had already forgotten about it. The other party took the initiative to come to the door.

"I'll come here now." I finally agreed.

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When I pushed open the door of the detective agency, I noticed that everyone's eyes were focused on me.I simply stared back at the past with wide eyes.

Dr. Xie Ye was the first to ask. She patted my shoulder, "Are you all right?"

"I'm okay." Compared with any other party involved, I feel that I can't be better, so good that I feel ashamed.

Mr. Kunikida was typing on the keyboard. He stopped what he was doing and reiterated what he told me earlier: "Don't think too much, and don't rush to take everything on yourself."

After that, I was surrounded by members of the detective agency I knew and talked about, nothing more than "how are you doing recently", "take a good rest, don't think too much", "how is the real situation", and so on.

Mr. Dazai seemed to be keeping track of the time, and when they finished asking and exchanging greetings one by one, he clapped and clapped twice, which was long overdue.Seeing this, the people on both sides retreated consciously and returned to their respective posts.

"Everyone is very concerned about Yi Jun." He said cheerfully, "Although I really want everyone to talk to Yi Jun more...but the waiting of a certain dwarf is almost at the limit."

Mr. Dazai was not wearing his sand-colored windbreaker, and he was leading the way. I was facing his slender back, peeping secretly from time to time in the dream-provoking area between the hair and neck.

(Whoa, I look like a freak.)

He led me to a room with a "Client Reception Room" sign on the door.

I stretched out my hand to hold the doorknob, lacking the courage to open the door and face strangers, Mr. Dazai turned around, leaned his back against the wall, and said to me, "I'm right at the door, Yi Jun."

"..." I didn't want to be seen that I had gained courage because of this sentence, so I just opened the door and went in.

A young man with brown hair was sitting on the opposite side of the sofa. There was an ashtray next to his hand, which was very close. Maybe he wanted to smoke at first, but he didn't do it in the end.I don't know what he was thinking while sitting alone in this room before I came, what was he thinking about, was he thinking about Xuecun?

He looks about my age, and he has absolutely no blood relationship with Xuecun from the outside.I couldn't figure out what kind of relationship they belonged to, and it was inconvenient for me to ask.

After I sat down, the young man first took off his hat, nodded to me, and introduced himself.

"Chuya Chuya, my name." He said, "Ai Yukimura is the daughter of my deceased ex-be, and I'm her half-guardian in name."

"Hello, Mr. Zhongyuan." I didn't know what to say, so I simply gave my name, "I'm Inai, Inai Muyishi."

"About Xuecun... I once again solemnly apologize to Ms. Inai." He held the hat on his chest, and he looked like a classic gentleman.

His glazed blue eyes and flamboyant hair color are a perfect match, like the colorful banner cloth that can be seen everywhere in summer, with red background color and blue characters, flying in the wind in the heat, showing a vigorous and thriving life feel.

(But he's wearing too much.)

(won't it feel hot?)

"She asked me to bring you something." I don't know if he saw that I was absent-minded, but he didn't care about my rudeness. It can be seen that he is not a procrastination, or maybe he really doesn't have enough time Use it, directly cut to the point, without even saying foreshadowing and polite words.

"'Sorry.'——Aino Yukimura asked me to tell you."

Really brief.

I chewed these syllables over and over again, and I thought, if it were me, I would say the same.

After all, saying anything was too feeble, and it seemed like he was trying to excuse himself, so he just let it go.

"I understand." I looked at Mr. Zhong Yuan who made a special trip on a hot day, and asked back: "You don't have to make a special trip just for this sentence, it's too hard."

What's more, "Sorry" is not even a sentence.

"It has nothing to do with hard work. The person involved cannot be present. I am the only attorney. It would be too dishonest if I have to pretend to apologize to others." He said, "To be involved in this kind of thing, Ms. Inai You can be a little angry, and it is reasonable to demand compensation from us."

"Mr. Zhongyuan has said so, and I can't ask for compensation with the cheek."

"……I did not mean that."

Although there are only a few dialogues, my impression of Mr. Zhongyuan has been raised a lot.

It is not common for people to make a special trip in summer just to apologize.If I want to describe it, it is more like a person who sticks to the simple heart that would appear in literary works.

"One more thing." He said again, "I have read an article by Ms. Inai."

……

……

"I have read an article by Ms. Inai."

Nakahara Chuya's voice came from the earphones. Dazai, who was wearing a single-ear earphone, was leaning against the wall outside the door, with the back of his head against the wall, looking at the ceiling and wondering what he was thinking. When Kunikida passed by, he glanced at him, what? Didn't say either.

(Ah, I knew that would be the reaction.)

(Although for eavesdropping, most people maintain their very strong moral views and think it is against the spirit of morality, but when it comes to "don't you worry about letting Yi Jun stay in the same room with the cadres of the port mafia?" Alone", everyone fell silent.)

(After all, it is the Central Plains of the port mafia! ——Everyone must think so? This is to rationalize their own behavior, ah... Although I am the one who implements it.)

Sounds continued to come from the earphones, almost all from Zhongye, and Wu Yishi was silent most of the time.

"I read an article, the title should be "Vending Machines."

(It's The Self Vending Machine.)

(Yi Jun must have no expression on his face, but his heart is full of waves.)

(She is not very good at responding to being judged in person, whether it is a good evaluation or a bad evaluation, she cannot respond to what she thinks is best.)

"...That, I think it's well written." Nakahara Chuya's voice didn't falter, like a shriveled slice of bread baked by a bread machine with the wrong scale, without any moisture.

(Wow, it's dry. After all, that Zhongya is not good at saying polite words that go against his heart. His reaction, Yi Jun can immediately see that it is a polite word, which is usually a minus item.)

(But ah... traveling all the way here just to say a few words of apology is definitely a super high bonus.)

Occasionally there was a gust of draft in the aisle, and his hair was blown limp and trembling like dandelions that couldn't fly out.

"Thank you very much." Wu Yishi's voice was calm and waveless.

"...That's all I want to say. The medical expenses of the injured girl will be borne by us. If there is anything else you can use, please call this number." The sound of rubbing, and then the sound of the note being folded.

"Goodbye. By the way, Yukimura has another apology, which is to Dazai. Miss Inai, please pass it on to that guy."

Then there was the sound of the window opening.

"Wait--"

(Jump off?)

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……

I leaned on the window frame and hurriedly looked down. The young man in black had landed firmly on the ground and said goodbye to me from a distance.

... Which floor is this place?

"A person with supernatural abilities...?" I murmured, regained my composure, and closed the window again.

Mr. Dazai was still standing at the door. I don’t know how long we chatted intermittently. There is no air-conditioning in this aisle, only the natural wind passing through the hall occasionally.

If it wasn't for me, Dazai-san should have the air conditioner in his office.

"By the way, Mr. Nakahara has something to convey to Mr. Dazai."

In fact, there are various indications that they definitely know each other, but Mr. Nakahara doesn’t want to come out from here even if he jumps out of the window. Apart from saving time, it’s more likely that he doesn’t want to see Mr. Dazai, even Yukimura’s apology Just let me pass it on.

"Is it about Xuecun's apology?" He said, "I see."

"That's it."

Thinking of what Yukimura said in front of us, no, in front of Mr. Dazai, I felt deeply embarrassed. My feelings were so clearly laid out in front of the other party. No matter what the other party thought, I would die of shame.

... I know that Mr. Dazai has a good memory. Earlier, he memorized my mobile phone number purely from memory.I hope he can fill his mind with work and important and meaningful things. Human memory space is limited, so he will forget about me.

"It just so happens that I also have something to ask Mr. Dazai." Eliminating complicated and unnecessary feelings, I changed the topic unwisely, "What Mr. Dazai said before...does it prove that I don't have a household registration problem?"

"Ah, although the resume looks a bit strange, it's not a big deal." He said, "Yi Jun, is there anything you want to do?"

"That's it." I said, "I want to submit an article to a magazine."

"Oh—?" After this twisted syllable, he seemed to think of something, and joked: "I've confirmed in advance, it's not a dross magazine, right?"

"Ah? What?" I was stunned, and suddenly remembered that he was joking about me earlier saying that I am not suitable to submit articles to literary and art publications, but should submit articles to dross magazines.

—He still remembers.

"Has Yijun decided on the target of delivery? Is it aimed at popular and large-capacity mainstream magazines, or is it a slanted publication with a niche taste but high reader stickiness?"

"I don't have much choice, do I?" I said, "I'm not some literary master who is being vying for, but I'm just a child who has set foot on this road for the first time. Who is it?"

"Wow, what a realistic topic."

"There's no way to do that."

"What about the article you plan to submit?"

"The plan is to deliver two articles, one is about vending machines, and the other... I started writing recently."

"Is it related to the Xuecun incident?"

"A little bit."

I also have my own plan, I looked at Mr. Dazai, and suddenly had the desire to talk.

"I just want to go out for a trip recently." I said, "Bring the manuscript paper, try to write in traditional handwriting, go to a countryside where no one can find me, and write quietly for a few days."

In my daydream: In an old country house with creaky floors, next to the courtyard with the best light, open the door to let the sunlight in, not too bright, and turn off the lights in the room, In this situation, I settled down and wrote for two or three days with my manuscript paper in my hands.

It can be said that my impression of literati life is very stereotyped.It is an overly subjective and idealized impression.

But I really want to try it, and I just have an opportunity presented to me—go to Yayuan to unseal Jinjian.What's more, Shizheng assured me that travel expenses, board and lodging expenses would be free, so I had the cheek to satisfy my selfish desires.

"Where are you going?" He asked me, "Have you decided on a place?"

"Go to Yayuan."

"What a coincidence." His beautiful eyes sparkled, reflecting my bewildered expression.

"The detective agency is receiving a commission. Kunikida-kun and I are going to Yahara. Yi-kun, we are going the same way~"

The author has something to say:

On Monday, the update time is not at zero, it will be postponed, and it will be updated after nine o'clock in the evening.

The intermission will be updated tomorrow, which is the perspective you are looking forward to. (refill)

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感谢在2020-08-0722:48:40~2020-08-0812:40:09期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: if you can’t get Dazai, don’t change the name to 10 bottles;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!