As a background board, I want to pursue Dazai

"Miss Inai is writing a novel?"

Naomi sat on a stool and poked her head out. What Atsushi Nakajima was talking about was an area that no one in the detective agency had ever touched. As a student, Naomi knew a little more about magazines for her age group.

Today, in addition to the administrative staff in the detective agency, only the Tanizaki brothers and sisters, Yosano Akiko, Nakajima Atsushi, Izumi Kyoka and Dazai Osamu are in the agency.Atsushi Nakajima was the first to bring up this topic—because today is voting day.

Quan Jinghua, who was very unfamiliar with Wu Yishi, naturally asked her partner: "Who is 'Miss Inai'?"

"Ah..." Atsushi Nakajima found it difficult to describe the problem clearly in a few words, so he had to roughly sum up: "It's an acquaintance from the detective agency." After speaking, he felt that the scope was too wide, so he found another The important feature is added, "Mr. Dazai often eats at her place."

Izumi Kyoka didn't know whether she understood it or not, or maybe it was something else, she turned her head and met Dazai's innocent face, then she nodded towards Atsushi Nakajima.

"I understand."

Atsushi Nakajima wanted to ask her—what did you understand?

"I've read that article—" Naomi took out last month's monthly magazine from the drawer, which contained "unsatisfactory" works.

"So "Vending Machine" was written by Ms. Inai?" Her brother Junichiro Tanizaki opened Xinchao's official website and found Weiliang's pseudonym in the voting, "Ms. Inai is participating in the essay competition? Already?" The final round of voting has begun."

After drinking tea with Akiko Yosano, she put the teacup into the tray again. She turned on the phone and found the interface, scrolled down at random, and said, "Ah... I also like Teacher Ziyuan's works, and one person can only vote for one. tickets?"

"Ms. Inai said that everyone should vote for the works they like." Atsushi Nakajima conveyed the content of the conversation at that time, "This is a competition in itself."

Dazai on the side moved to the back of Atsushi Nakajima, staring at the voting interface on his screen.

Dazai clapped his hands and praised his excellent quiz skills. He smiled and said, "As expected, Atsushi voted for Mr. Kimura."

This result was predictable for Dazai—I saw Atsushi Nakajima reading "Orphan" not long ago. It must be the experience of the protagonist that made him, a child born in an orphanage, feel a lot of emotion, right?

Dazai laughed, and said, "In other words, Atsu-kun just wanted to vote for Mr. Kimura."

He waved his hand, and Atsushi Nakajima defended himself in embarrassment: "...but I also like this short story that Mr. Kimura participated in."

Dazai jumped off the chair and patted the boy on the shoulder, "Dun-kun, why are you nervous? Did I mean to blame you? Yi-kun also said that canvassing votes in the text selection is meaningless, right?"

The boy scratched his ears in embarrassment.

On the other hand, Yosano and Miss Haruno were reading an article by Shion-sensei published on the website.

Kirako Haruno turned out to be a fan of Teacher Shion, she sent the URL to Naomi, and the small girls' meeting kicked off again.

Teacher Ziyuan’s short article tells about a pair of unusual couples. Although they love each other, they always hide something from each other. , the man who is a professional killer lied that he was a doctor, but never revealed his truth because he was familiar with human body knowledge.The woman is a hacker, but she acts as a full-time wife in front of her husband.

In order to keep their secrets secret, the two had to cover up their identities with funny lies time and time again.

"All in all, it's a romantic comedy." Kirakako Haruno said, "In terms of length, it's the longest among the entries."

Tanizaki also finished the novel with his younger sister, and he asked: "Although I found it interesting when I read it...but can the husband and wife really keep the secret forever?"

"Indeed..." Yosano Akiko turned the chair. She was the first to finish reading the novel. "The advantage of short stories is that they leave room for readers to imagine. Although they are easy and funny to read in the beginning, they can be read until the end. At the end of the story, the two chose to continue to hide their identities, which really makes people worry about the future for them."

"However, based on the analysis of the plot of the story, the man is more likely to be exposed, right? As long as the woman visits his workplace, won't he be noticed immediately...?" During their conversation, Atsushi Nakajima also finished reading , and expressed his doubts.

Dazai waved his finger in front of him——

"That's why we set the heroine's occupation as 'hacker' - in order not to let her husband find out, she must only be able to do her own work when her husband is away at work, which means that she has no time to care about her husband's work, more Not to mention taking time out to visit her husband while he was working." He said, "But if you really want to hide it, there is no way out."

"The part of the novel looks very sweet and humorous... But when it is substituted into reality, it is hard to laugh." Haruno Qi Luozi said while sorting out the documents: "It's just to shape yourself into the 'ideal' in the other party's heart." Image', is this kind of love real? Not to mention the deep concealment of my true side, there will always be a day when the truth will be revealed? What will happen then?"

"Sure enough, we still have to treat each other as frankly and frankly as my brother and I~" Naomi caressed Tanizaki's chin affectionately, and blew in his ear.

Everyone in the detective agency has long been accustomed to this scene, and they didn't even make a complaint.

"Then Mr. Dazai must have voted for Ms. Inai, right?" Atsushi Nakajima, who couldn't stand the sudden turn of events, simply rekindled the topic and asked the young man who seemed to be walking towards the drinking fountain with a glass of water in his hands. The latter was still humming. , pour water into the cup.

He moistened his throat and returned to his seat. Today's desk was empty, with no paperwork and no traces of work - although the difference was not too big in usual times, at least there would be some organized materials, newspapers, etc. sources of information are stacked there.

Dazai did not sit in his chair and vote with his mobile phone, so Atsushi Nakajima never had a chance to see his voting screen.

After moistening his lips with water slowly, Dazai said, "What do you think?"

"I think..." Atsushi Nakajima tilted his head sideways, looking at the unpredictable expression of the senior, "Sure enough, I should vote for Ms. Inai."

Dazai sat on the table shaking the cup in his hand, he didn't care when the water splashed out, he just smiled and didn't reply.

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The event of the meeting has already given me a headache. The address is an open-air space outside the bookstore. The editor said that by the way, he will take a video material for us to edit later. Everyone had to stand side by side and smile at the camera. After he said "Ok "After that, we will officially enter the activity.

Although it is called a small reader exchange meeting for us, it is actually a sales meeting for the centennial special edition of "Xinchao", and I just came here to join in.The editor put on name tags for us in advance, and Teacher Ziyuan has been surrounded by two or three of her readers, as has Kimura.

In contrast, I was very leisurely. I originally wanted to secretly play with my mobile phone, but when I considered that I was still in the event, I had to give up and just leisurely circle around the flower bed near the venue.

After walking in a small circle, I was stopped by a girl with short brown hair.

She held a special issue bought from a booth next to her, and asked, "...Is this Teacher Weiliang?"

"Hi, that's me, what's the matter?"

The girl was obviously relieved, and I noticed that she was still wearing her school uniform, and her red bow tie was slightly raised because of her movements, "May I ask Teacher Weiliang to sign for me?"

"It can be..."

But wouldn't it be better to find some other teachers who are more famous than me?

Maybe it's because my words are almost written on my face, the girl in front of me quickly said: "I'm here just for Teacher Weiliang!"

"Eh?"

"Actually, I also left a message under the teacher's blog before." She said.

That's the old reader, I thought.

"I have always liked teacher Weiliang's writing, so I came here specially today to meet the teacher. I hope the teacher can create more excellent writing in the future!"

She finished speaking in one go, and then handed me the book.

I took out my pen, opened the white pages, and asked her, "What should I write in my name?"

"Just give 'Kyoko Sasakawa'."

I scribbled, and when the ink dried, I closed the book and handed it back to her.

"Hayi——" Behind her, a girl with ponytails wearing different school uniforms hurried over and handed the book in front of me, "Xiaochun...just in time...ha... caught up with...Teacher Wei Liang, That...please...sign it!"

She was out of breath, and Sasakawa Kyoko next to her supported her and patted her on the back.

"...Are you okay?" I borrowed the book and asked, "Would you like to rest on the bench next to me for a while?"

"Xiaochun is fine!"

It turns out that this child is called Xiaochun.

"Then can I just write 'To Xiaochun' in my signature?"

"Of course! Xiaochun is here for this!"

While I was still signing, Kyoko Sasakawa noticed the problem. She looked at the black-haired girl worriedly and asked, "Did you just fall on your knee? It's still bleeding."

"Let's go to the side and rest for a while. I'll go to the manager of the bookstore to borrow some disinfection and dressing supplies." I handed the book to Xiaochun and said, "Can you please wait for me on the bench for a few minutes?"

Xiao Chun dejectedly said, "...Ha Yi, I'm really sorry."

"It's nothing." I smiled reassuringly.

I borrowed povidone iodine, cotton swabs, and adhesive tape from the bookstore owner.When they went back, there was another boy next to them. The boy's brown hair was fluffy and fluffy. There were two children beside him. Lu Lu was secretly looking at it—it turned out to be in the shape of a cow suit and an afro.

Xiaochun snatched the disinfectant from my hand, said "Thank you so much", and then began to treat the wound by himself.I had no choice but to ask the boy with my eyes. He was embarrassed by my direct gaze and stroked the hair on the back of his head.

"Is it... Kyoko Sasakawa and Haru-san's friends?"

"Yes!" he said, "I'm Sawada."

"Who are these two children?"

"It's... er, a relative's child who lives in my house."

In the conversation that followed, I learned that the young man's full name is Tsunayoshi Sawada, and he is friends with these two girls, but the young man's affection and love cannot be hidden at all. special existence.

Tsunayoshi Sawada wasn't interested in the special issue, but bought one out of courtesy and asked me to sign him too.

Just as I was about to write, I found that the bead in front of the pen had fallen off. I said, "I'll go to the side to change another one. Sawada-san will wait for me here."

The two children had already gotten into a fight, playing chasing each other around the flower bed.When I passed by them, they were fighting fiercely. The girl with braided hair ran faster and circled behind the electric pole. The little cow was looking around, and one of them accidentally bumped into the pillar and fell to the ground.

I stepped forward in three steps at a time, intending to help him up, but he was already sitting on the ground and weeping.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo" rubbing his hair, I have no choice but to get close to him and try to hug him up.

As a result, as soon as I squatted down, I was confronted with a strange column, which looked like a bazooka in the game.Pink-purple smoke rose into the air in front of me, and quickly dissipated. When I regained my sight, the scenery in front of me was no longer the sales venue.

"Ahem..." I inhaled the smoke and choked out some physiological tears, then I scanned my surroundings and found that I was completely transported elsewhere——

I am standing on a piece of green grass, the soil is wrapped in fragrant grasses, and there are fresh flowers floating around, but I can't laugh at all in this pleasant scenery, not just because I suddenly came to a strange place , but around me are neatly lined up with steles engraved with people's names.

— This is the cemetery.

The author has something to say:

Dun: Jinghuajiang, what do you understand?

Mirror flower: (unable to speak)

I feel that Dazai's current state of mind is still quite tangled.

Then I feel that the amount of information in the next few chapters should be quite large... There will be some foreshadowing, about Ayi's past and the future of the two of them.

Harmful, sweet text writers do not issue knives, everyone can read with peace of mind, read with peace of mind (tactical appeasement)