lucky probability

In Yokohama, a city near the sea, the sunset is the most beautiful in the evening. At this time, the sunset is approaching the sea level, but most of it is exposed in the bay.The sun shines on half of the sky, and the orange-toned light is close to the edge of the earth, unscrupulously dyeing the buildings on one side of Yokohama with warm colors, like a magnificent fiery orange ribbon.

Under such an almost quiet beauty, the sound of huge splashing water is particularly abrupt.

The bottom of the river is crystal clear, and the mud at the bottom of the river can be seen clearly. It has a rare and beautiful light blue river water. A boy with dark brown hair in a black coat is lying on the bottom of the river with a longing face, walking along the river. His strength went all the way down, ruthlessly throwing aside the subordinates who were screaming in horror in the distance.

The river water has become warm and cool under the sunshine all day long, the temperature is comfortable, the aquatic plants have not been entangled, and there is no stench of the heavily polluted river near the port Mafia, and they have not been disturbed by idiot subordinates , so that the boy named Osamu Dazai couldn't help smiling in the water.

Such a perfect river is perfect for suicide.

Osamu Dazai thought so, wanting to embrace death in the same perfect posture, so he stretched his arms soothingly.

then.

His fingers touched someone.

Dazai Osamu: "..."

Osamu Dazai frowned in displeasure, would anyone disturb such a perfect suicide plan?

He touched tentatively with his fingers, and the person next to him, who didn't know whether he was alive or dead, remained motionless.Osamu Dazai didn't want to pay attention to it, but he couldn't bear such a perfect suicide spot to be defiled by an unknown person, especially since he clearly observed it before entering the water, and there was no one nearby at all, and if there were people in the river, he couldn't see it, so then The existence of this person is interesting.

Osamu Dazai opened his eyes without hindrance in the water. The sunset reflected orange water waves. He turned his head slightly, and the first thing that caught his eyes was the coat that was soaked in water and turned dark green.

The finger lightly changed the angle, and caught the pulse of this person. After a while, Osamu Dazai broke the water with a "wow". He leaned on a stone near the river bed, sat on the bottom of the river, and breathed again. After taking a few quick breaths in the fresh air, he held the man's wrist with his right hand, and sighed in regret or surprise, "You're still alive."

Only when Osamu Dazai threw him ashore and calmed down the regret of another failed suicide, did he have the heart to observe the person who destroyed his suicide.

The person he hastily pushed ashore looked about his age, seventeen or eighteen years old, wearing a dark green coat with bright red squares embroidered on the right shoulder, the white shirt was tight to the body, and the outline of the abdominal muscles could be vaguely seen , wet white hair sticking to the temples, a trace of hanging on the lips, pale and bloodless lips tightly closed, matched with a complexion that is several degrees paler than ordinary people, there is a strange sense of fragility.

However, this person's appearance is extremely outstanding. Even Osamu Dazai, who has seen a lot of beauties in the mafia, has to admit that the cold eyebrows and high nose bridge are just right, especially the beautiful shape. Although her lips are pale, it does not prevent people from imagining how beautiful they are when they are gorgeous and full.

Under Dazai Osamu's scorching gaze, the person being watched moved his fingers as if feeling something, Dazai Osamu stretched out his hand maliciously, and pressed the person's abdomen hard, and he heard There was a sound of spraying water, followed by an earth-shattering cough. Before the man opened his eyes, he was overwhelmed by the itching rushing up his throat. After coughing for a long time, his eyelashes trembled with difficulty under Dazai Osamu's eyelids. Slowly opened his eyes.

Komaeda Nagito opened his eyes in a trance, his empty pupils were out of focus, his whole body was like a rusty clockwork, he took a long time to focus on the stranger squatting beside him, he opened his mouth, and Before he could speak, he was interrupted by the smiling Osamu Dazai: "Sleeping Beauty finally woke up."

After the man opened his eyes, Osamu Dazai stared at him in amazement. His eyelashes were thick and long. Under the eyelashes, there was a pair of light-colored, tea-colored, cold and deep eyes.

These eyes are like the perfect river behind him, clean and beautiful.Osamu Dazai thought, even for these eyes, he could forgive this person for sabotaging his suicide plan and saving his wasted time.

Thinking of this, Osamu Dazai's smile became a few stars sweeter, and the end sound was drawn out: "I don't know what to call Sleeping Beauty? I am your savior."

Komaeda Nagito sat up with his arms propped up, looked around, saw the unfamiliar river behind him, and looked down at the wet clothes clinging to his body, showing a gentle smile: "Did he fall into the water and be rescued?" , I am really lucky."

"My name is Nagito Komaeda, although I don't know how I fell into the water." He looked at Osamu Dazai and said with a smile, "This lifesaver, what's your name?"

"Osamu Dazai, Osamu Dazai. How did Komaeda-kun get here?"

Komaeda Nagito propped his chin and tried hard to think for a while, but failed: "Unfortunately, I forgot. But Dazai-kun knows where this is, and how to get to Hope's Peak Academy?"

"...Academy?" Dazai Osamu gave him a strange look, "Does Komaeda-kun mean the academy on the student campus?"

Komaeda Nagito stood up, took off his coat, wrung it dry and put it on his arm, and asked in surprise after hearing this question: "Is there any other meaning of the school?"

"...No, I'm just a little surprised." Osamu Dazai thought this was a person sent by a hostile force to deal with him. Whether it was a spy or an undercover agent, he was still a student. I have come into contact with the word "school" that represents calm and safety.

"But unfortunately, I've never heard of Hope's Peak Academy." He shook his finger, "Not once."

Komaeda Nagito frowned upon hearing this, with a bad premonition in his heart: "Where is this place?"

"This is Yokohama."

What, is it just a lost kitten?

"Yokohama, I haven't heard of it." Komaeda Nagito knew that this was bad, he looked down at the only green coat he was wearing, and sighed: "Sure enough, the luck of being rescued must be accompanied by misfortune." , Is luck finally far away from me? It's really unfortunate."

Osamu Dazai frowned, lucky?Is it pure oral addiction or...?Lucky or something, this person is strange but a little bit concerned.

"Ah, Komaeda-kun, would you like to go with me? I can take you in. There will be problems when you are alone in an unfamiliar place."

Komaeda Nagito glanced at him, and said indifferently: "I always feel that you are uneasy and kind."

"That would be too much to say, and I'd be sad."