As a background board, I want to pursue Dazai

What was originally planned to be said here... It must be my love language poured out of all my secret selfishness.

But now, being watched by his deep red eyes reflecting the maple leaves, I completely lost the courage to be desperate that night, just like a puberty girl who confessed to her dear senior under the cherry blossom tree but hesitated , opened his mouth but was speechless for a long time.

"That's the one……"

It turns out that the confession scenes in TV dramas that can make people anxious to death are all true.

"Uh-huh--?"

"I……"

I take a deep breath.

"I, I like Dazai-san."

After speaking, I felt that my limbs were transparent.

Dazai had a deep and ambiguous smile on his face.

Then again, this person obviously didn't give me a clear reply, but he wanted me to confess again. After I finished speaking, I also started to reflect on myself-why did I become so obedient?Did he eat too much to death?

"That's great." His voice softened, as if confirming something, he said again: "That's great..."

I was still speechless in this indescribable atmosphere, and I was about to speak to him when I heard footsteps behind me—it was other tourists who had already walked on this road.

Dazai has returned to his usual expression, he said, "Let's go too."

He flipped through the brochure he got from the station and said to me, "Would you like to visit Monkey Mountain later?"

"Monkey Mountain?"

"It is said that there are hundreds of wild Japanese monkeys in the Arashiyama area." He pointed to the picture in the brochure and handed it to me. On it was a monkey that seemed to be fairly docile, but I thought of its grinning appearance.

My hesitation was too obvious, Dazai asked: "... Could it be that you don't like monkeys?"

Being exposed by him, I simply confessed: "It's a bit... maybe there are some bad memories left in the past?" I described this feeling, "When I see a monkey, I feel uneasy. Mr. Dazai, how about we Don't go to Monkey Mountain?"

"It turns out that Yijun is not good at dealing with monkeys." He put away the booklet and said, "Okay, let's change the route."

"That's what I said..." I leaned over to look at the floor plan spread out in his hand, "It seems that there is no other place to go..."

"Then follow the other tourists first." Dazai said casually, "Go eat eel rice when you get hungry."

"Eel rice..." I imagined the grilled eel under the delicious sauce, and the appearance of the eel in a delicate lunch box is so exciting, "This idea is good, eel rice is very effective in replenishing energy Woolen cloth."

As I said that, I pressed my curled index finger knuckles against my chin——

"If you still have enough time to go back at night, you can still have extra energy to play for a while."

Then, we followed the big team according to his plan. Unexpectedly, we also unearthed a few small scenic spots that were not listed in the brochure. After visiting and taking pictures, we went down the mountain road.

Soon, I found an eel restaurant with good reviews.It’s not time for meal yet, but the customer line is already full. We took our numbers and sat down at the waiting position at the door, watching the tourists coming and going on the gravel road ahead.

I found that in addition to women wearing kimonos, there were quite a few men among the tourists.

"It was rented." Dazai glanced at the clothes on them, "The colors that men can choose are all plain."

I cast a glance at the passing man in a light brown kimono, and then said, "I kind of want to see Mr. Dazai in a kimono."

When this topic was mentioned, Dazai seemed to be interested, and he asked me: "What kind of kimono does Yi Jun think I am suitable for?"

"I'm not sure about the style..." I tapped my chin with my fingers while thinking, "Then just talk about the color."

"Oh?" Dazai jumped up from the chair, put his hands in his pockets, spun around and swayed in front of me, "Yijun Yijun! What color can make me handsome?"

As soon as he said that, I replied subconsciously: "Mr. Dazai is very handsome like this." Then I returned to the topic, "The sand color like the windbreaker is good... Then it is black? Or is it close to black? The blue color is also good, calm and elegant, and it feels quite upright..."

"Correct?" Dazai pointed at himself incredulously, "Me?"

"what……"

I almost forgot that in the eyes of other people, Dazai may not have much connection with this word, but that is the opinion of others. In my heart, Mr. Dazai has the elegance of the literati in the old era, and this demeanor is hidden in him. The skeleton of absurd and unpredictable action.

I said again in a firm tone, "Yes."

Dazai muttered, "It's the first time someone said that."

I asked, "How do you feel?"

"I think it's novel!" He said, "It turns out that I have such an elegant image in Yi Jun's mind, which is amazing... In order to maintain this image, it seems that I have to make some efforts."

I said dumbfoundingly: "For example, how about making 'try to avoid wrinkles from blisters' as a small goal?"

"These are two different things." Dazai put on an expression of "you don't understand that", "The river I often go to, the water temperature is bone-chillingly cold after October, and it can be said that it is the worst choice as a place to enter the water gone."

"Since we want to maintain elegance..." I said, "How about replacing the water with a healthy hot bath? Aren't there a lot of bathhouses near us?"

He widened his eyes: "Is it elegant to go to a public bath?"

Me: "No matter how elegant and famous a person is, he still needs to take a bath..."

No, why did the topic change to bathing? Wasn't the kimono still being discussed in the first place?

After I recalled this conversation, I couldn't tell which of us was more able to lead the other away.

At this time, our number had been called, and after a delicious eel meal, we drove back to the hotel.After a trip today, it was only after seven o'clock, which was very early.

Originally, I said boldly that I wanted to play nearby, but one day when I walked down the mountain road, I had no strength, and as soon as I arrived at the hotel, I wanted to throw myself on the bed.

Moreover, the bruise where I bumped into it yesterday has not completely dissipated, and I didn't feel much when I was immersed in the fun of playing. After I completely relaxed, the side of my thigh began to be faintly sore.

"...Go take a bath."

He smiled back and asked me: "Aren't you going to the street?"

I gave up completely: "...not going, just play in the room."

After getting out of the comfortable bath, we stopped by the grocery stand and bought a deck of cards to pass the time.However, my poker skills were unparalleled, and after losing three games in a row, Dazai finally couldn't stand it anymore.

He shuffled the cards, "How about guessing the size?"

"Guess the whole deck?" I asked.

Dazai drew 12 cards out of them, spread them out in front of me, and said, "Just guess the ones out of them. Now I'll pile them up and turn them out from the top. Guess the next card is bigger than this one." Still small."

Following his actions, I also started to answer questions.

"High."

"High."

"Low..."

"Unfortunately, this one has a bigger number than the previous one." He smiled and flipped over the two cards that I guessed wrong, and arranged them together.

I died on the ninth card, not far from winning, and I was not disappointed, but took the poker from him.

This time, I will choose the cards, and Dazai will guess the cards.

The selection of cards is naturally completely random. After showing the cards, I followed his practice and turned over the cards one by one.

"High, Low, Low..."

"Low...High..."

"High."

Until I opened the last one——

"It's amazing." I looked at the numbers on the card, and his guess was correct. "Mr. Dazai gave the answer quickly and accurately every time. Is there any trick that I can learn?"

I also want to be so great!

"In short, it's 'calculation' and 'memory'." He said lightly, "Recording the lines and folds of the cards, and supplementing them with calculations, is naturally a 100% success."

"...Is this possible?" I stared at him dumbfounded——

Not to mention calculation ability, just talking about memory, Mr. Dazai's memory is too exaggerated! ?

"Okay." Dazai gathered all the cards on the table together and shuffled them, turning them into a complete pile of cards again. "If the method is right—the whole deck of cards can be guessed."

I was too shocked to speak.

Although I know Mr. Dazai is very powerful, but I didn't expect his "skills" and "ability" to be too strong, right?

I was at a loss for words and could only utter one sentence: "...that's amazing, Mr. Dazai."

Facing my praise, he proudly said, "Where is that."

"I know a few people who can do this," he said, "so it's not a surprise."

"Is it Mr. Dazai's friend?"

He put the cards into the cardboard box, "It's not at all, it's almost an enemy to me."

... the enemy?

"I'll meet him one day." He said, "...Maybe it won't be long."

His words should have been foreseen by "Dazai Osamu".

In the near future, something big will happen.

……

……

The trip to Kyoto has finally come to an end.

We went on the same road until a few intersections near my home before parting ways. However, after not taking this road for a few days, I developed a wonderful sense of strangeness. This feeling of wandering disappeared completely after I got home.

Almost another week passed after that, and life was back on track. The children returned from Tokyo three days ago and told me that they might go to Kansai again in a while.

At the dinner table that night, Sabito mentioned this matter.

"I heard that there is a high school student named Hattori, whose level is quite good among his peers." He said, "If you go to Kansai, you will definitely meet him."

"Is it still arranged by Mr. Ryotaki?" I asked.

"Well..." He was not sure, "It is said that it is a practice game, let us learn more about the level of the rest of the high school students."

I understood the feeling that it was all unspoken.

After all, the swordsmanship they learn is very different from that of ordinary high school students.

"Good evening! I'm late..."

Dazai's voice came from the entrance.

Zhenmo said in surprise, "Did you come here after you've almost finished eating?"

Sato said: "I just took a look at the rice cooker, and the amount of rice is still enough."

Zhenmo breathed a sigh of relief: "...that's good."

"Is there any portion left for me?" Dazai opened the door and sat down at the table while talking, "Today's dinner is fish..."

"You came just in time." Seeing him sitting down, Imai pushed the small plate of pickled radish in front of him to Dazai, "I'll give it all to you."

Dazai: "...Thank you."

I was still eating, and Mako, who was already full, thoughtfully filled a bowl of rice for Dazai.

"Wow, thank you." Dazai said, "Listen to me, I'm going to get off work today, and suddenly a request came, and I just took half a step out, and Kunikida-kun dragged me back by the collar, it's too much Bar?"

Makoto: "Pull the collar?"

"Wow, is this the point?! The point is obviously that I was forced to work overtime!"

Imai and Sabito gave a "you continue to talk" expression with their eyes.

Dazai who received the signal continued angrily: "How much do you know about the mass amnesia incident mentioned in the news not long ago?"

Shinko: "Well... It is said that quite a few people in the same area have lost their memories, but the lost memories have nothing in common."

Sato finished eating too, he took a sip of water and added: "And they didn't realize that they had lost their memory at first, but they realized that they seemed to have forgotten something after they came into contact with the items related to the lost memory."

"Yes." Dazai's mouth was full from eating, and he also sipped his saliva after eating, and said, "For example, a girl named Kyoko didn't realize that she had completely lost herself and herself until she opened the closet and took out her doll. Memories of when my father bought dolls."

"Could it have just been too long and forgotten?" I asked.

Dazai shook his head, "This was only two weeks ago, and what's even weirder is that she can normally remember the day she went out with her father, which store she went to, and even the conversation between the two on the way home. Clear, but only missing the memory of 'purchasing in store' - a similar situation happened to dozens of families in the same residential area."

"These kinds of tricky cases are finally in the hands of the Armed Detective Agency after nearly two weeks of fruitless police investigations," he said.

If the memory loss is caused by a different ability, can Mr. Dazai nullify it?

I thought as I ate.

"Speaking of which, I met Sekiko just now, and he asked me to send over the videotape of the last competition between you and the students in Tokyo. This is for the men's team." Dazai took out the tape that Sekiko gave him from his pocket, "Play it for you guys." Where?"

Shinji said, "Just give it to me."

After finishing speaking, she glanced at Satoshi: "This is the first time Sato and Giyuu competed with people other than our 'companions' and 'enemies'... Sato was very excited at the time, right?"

It was an extremely normal conversation, but Satu frowned suddenly after hearing her speech.

"What's wrong?" Makoto asked.

"Hey, can you bring me the video?"

Makoto handed him the video tape in a daze.

Sato stared at the tape in his hand, and after a few seconds, his tightly knit brows became more solemn, realizing that something was wrong, and asked quickly, "What's wrong?"

"...No." Saito put down the videotape, "I can't remember——as Makoto said, what was the match that made me so excited? My memory seems to have been cut from the middle. A piece... You said I was very excited at the time, right?"

Makoto nodded.

Satoshi looked serious: "That strong sense of excitement is gone."

"This is a headache..." Dazai put down his chopsticks, "The number of victims has increased again. According to criminals' crime habits, usually one area is hit at the same time..."

He and Sabito looked at the other people in the room at the same time——

Zhenmo immediately said: "I'll go to my room to see if I can tell whether I have missing memories through my personal items."

"I'm with you." Satoshi followed closely.

Imai took a big gulp of milk boldly, and asked, "Will supernatural powers also work for me?"

"I'm not sure about that." Dazai said, "However, it's better to confirm it?"

After Jinjian said "Hey -", he jumped off the stool and ran into the room.

Dazai and I were left in the noisy room just now.

He sighed and asked me: "Is there anything missing in Yi Jun's memory?"

The author has something to say:

Yes, a new copy is here.

This time you will definitely not be able to guess the next direction.

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感谢在2020-09-1623:19:23~2020-09-1723:27:09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 who threw the grenade: Hanekawa 5;

Thanks to the little angel who cast the landmine: 7 for He Lai Resonance; 2 for Yu Chuan;

感谢灌溉营养液的小天使：羽川30瓶；上衫珩20瓶；滍泽8瓶；25576928、冉芜漾5瓶；阿琉2瓶；长夜昭昭、杯子、boon1瓶；

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