Shirase, the leader of the Yokohama Supernatural Group

[You smell of his perfume, it's my nose's fault. ] The lyrics popped up in my head inappropriately, and even automatically hummed in Chuya's accent.

"You speak first."

"You speak first."

The voices of Chuya and I coincidentally overlapped.

The four eyes facing each other are full of unwillingness to admit defeat.

In the end, after all, I won.

Nakaya hesitated and tried to bargain with me, "After I've explained, Shirase must explain it to me well. You can't make a long story short, but make it clear and clear." Judgment skills cut off my retreat.

I readily agreed.What to say then depends on what I want to say.It's not a big problem, it's acceptable.

"Be lenient when confessing, and strict when resisting." I coughed lightly to clear the room, and began to seriously question my Zhongye Zaizai, who seems to have a tendency to fall in love early, not to mention that the partner of puppy love is still an unusually unreliable dog.

"How on earth did you recognize Osamu Dazai's smell?" I asked with great interest.

There is one thing to say, just now I have been in close contact with Osamu Dazai and I have never smelled any unique smell that belongs to him.Oh, and the cool swishing coolness of the river after he jumped into the river again.

"It's just..." Zhongya paused slightly, as if looking for suitable words to relieve himself, "I can just smell him... like mackerel... mixed with the smell of soil."

Nakaya secretly observed my expression to identify my attitude, and he chose to wait for my opinion quietly without guessing.

Like being able to smell someone's soul?I stopped all kinds of weird guesses, and turned to ask a slightly far-fetched topic.

"So, what is my taste in Chuya's mind?"

Unexpectedly, Chuya's answer came decisively and violently.

I only heard the other party blurt out without hesitation, "It smells like oranges."

"Shirase has a sweet orange flavor." Nakaya nodded confidently for his statement as he said it, with a determined look on his face.

His blue eyes are filled with the light of the galaxies, and the water-like eyes are completely directed at me, only me.

I couldn't help but hold my breath.

Osamu Dazai even appeared unconsciously in my mind, I mean I should really let him come and have a look at the prosperous appearance of my family, so that he can know something in his mind, I am just looking at people and looking dumb.I hope someone has a clear perception of their ordinary, unremarkable face.

When I came back to my senses, I began to argue in a disguised way, "But aren't all oranges sour?" Why did the orange petals I tasted in my memory all have a sour tone that made me frown.

Without hesitation, Zhong retorted to me, "How can there be!"

"Obviously, the oranges that Shirase fed me are very sweet!"

oh.The incident of feeding oranges also mentioned in the article is obviously something I did on a whim when he first arrived and was still unfamiliar with the place.

At that time, even in my innocence, I unconsciously opened my eyes and thanked me.At first I thought it was just a polite remark, but I didn't expect it to be really sweet.

etc?After thinking too much, I was shocked to find out the truth.

If I fed Zhongye with heavy-tasting food such as snail noodles and stinky tofu, would it become a nightmare mudslide in Zhongye's olfactory field?

I didn't expect to be the one who got the answer, and I laughed dumbfounded, taking advantage of the fact that I and Chuya have different backgrounds.

I smiled and said to Zhong Ye with the heart of an old father. "Do you want to eat oranges, Chuya? Just stand still, and I'll buy you...get oranges."

To my surprise, I got a stroke-like back and a sentence he dropped, "Shirase, I'll get it for you, I run fast."

I always feel like I'm losing.

I took the orange that Chuya handed over half a minute later, and after peeling the orange, I naturally twisted a piece of the orange and fed it to Chuya.The latter showed a sweet smile, nodded vigorously and praised me, "Shirase's oranges are delicious."

"..." I hesitated for a moment before telling the truth, "Then you should praise Youxing, she will choose."

Zhong also closed the wheat.

I randomly popped a slice of orange into my mouth.

This sour taste makes me wonder if the taste is chaotic.How can you call the sour orange flavor sweet?

"How sweet is this?" I slowly brought up the confusion in my heart, and got Chuya's small whisper, "I just think it's sweet."

I also tasted the oranges, my curiosity was successfully satisfied, and I began to return to the topic I had traveled hundreds of miles away.

"But the smell can only be smelled by close contact, right?" I swear by the details.

Zhong also admitted unexpectedly frankly, "Yes."

He even asked me, "Could it be possible that you don't need to be close to hit someone?"

The well-founded explanation in Zhong also convinced me, so I decided to let him go, and went to sleep.

"No!" Zhong also blocked my attempt to escape.

"It's your turn, Shirase." Nakaya raised his arms and stared at me seriously.

Chuya asked word by word, "Are you with Osamu Dazai tonight?"

So far, there is nothing to say except words.In order to save myself, I added, "When I was performing the task of the magical boy, he appeared on the scene unexpectedly."

The more I talked, the more I couldn't help complaining, and I continued, "You know what, Chuya. He even raised his camera and recorded my whole journey."

I thought that even if Zhong Ye was dubious, he would fight against Zai on the same front as me.

Unexpectedly, Zhong also said, "What! Does he have a video of Shirase-chan?"

Did my ears get wet when I rescued Osamu Dazai?It seems to have heard some great words.

Chuya covered it tactically, "Ahem. I mean he actually recorded the entire Shirase fight. That's great...I mean he's so bad."

As long as you change your words quickly enough, I can't hear you, right?

Listen to the three characters "Shirose-chan" in Nakaya's last sentence, I dare to bet on whether Osamu Dazai will be beaten.Chuya is definitely following Osamu Dazai's example.

It can be said that those who are close to vermilion are red and those who are close to ink are black.

I knew Osamu Dazai still had something on his side.You see, you have brought me honestly, and they all tried to hide me.

I never admit that it's because I always speak truth and falsehood, and the Chinese learn from me.Anyway, it's right to hand over the blame to Osamu Dazai.who cares.

If there is a buff from the perspective of God, I will definitely feel the tacit understanding between me and Chuya.

That is--

Right now, I'm thinking about meeting Osamu Dazai at the old place tomorrow night, and having a fair and honest slaughtering event by the way.

And now Zhong also thinks that it is going out tomorrow morning to snatch the video of Dazai Osamu, and carry out the corresponding morning activity: killing.