Goujuan always refuses to confess

Yokohama, I don't know where the izakaya is.

It was still early at this moment, and there were not many people sitting in the izakaya. Counting the four people who had just entered the store, they only sat at three tables.

Shi Zhikong said he wanted to come over for dinner together, and he really intended to do so. Before anyone could react, he waved at the white-haired boy.

"Don't you want to eat? Let me treat you."

"Eh... oh, good!"

Although the process was not quite right, the last four people made it to the same table in the izakaya.

Shizhi was sitting opposite the windbreaker man and the black mud spirit. He looked like he was really here for dinner. After the clerk delivered the menu, he took the initiative to hand a piece of paper to the white-haired boy, asking him to order.

The white-haired boy who was stuffed with the menu was flattered. He always felt that Shizhi's attitude was strange, but hunger still overcame the anxiety in his heart.

After inquiring that he could order whatever he wanted, he ordered multiple ochazuke rice, the most common kind.

Toji looked at him with a smile on his head, and then pointed to other places on the menu: "Shouldn't you change a few flavors? This salmon ochazuke should taste good."

Atsushi Nakajima hesitated for a moment, and his stomach grumbled: "...Is it too expensive?" Seeing Juzhi shaking his head, the white-haired boy changed the menu, and a different flavor of ochazuke came. Three bowls.

——I was really hungry.

After one person finished ordering, Shizhi moved the menu to the opposite side. After the two people on the opposite side were not willing to eat, Shizhi pulled the menu in front of him, swiped it with a brush, and put the sweet snacks on the table. And ice cream to choose over.

Although it is a scorching summer day, such a posture of eating and drinking is still a bit scary. The man with yellow hair sitting opposite frowned, but did not speak.

During the time waiting for the food to be served, no one spoke, only the vibrating sound of Shi Zhi's mobile phone, which attracted the attention of the people sitting opposite.

Shi Zhi took out the phone and looked at the caller ID, then hung up. Even though the back vibrated continuously, he just repeated the action of hanging up tirelessly.

Kunikida: "Aren't you answering? Calling so many times should be urgent, right?"

Shizhi: "It's okay, it's not urgent."

Isn't it urgent to make so many phone calls?Kunikida didn't understand it, but they were just acquainted with each other, so a kind reminder is enough.

The phone vibrated another four or five times, and the person on the other side probably knew that they couldn't get through. After the ochazuke and dessert ice cream were delivered, the phone stopped ringing.

Shizhi in the back finished the sweet dessert at a slightly slower speed than Atsushi Nakajima, watching the faltering white-haired boy communicate with the yellow-haired man with brain waves, and his own eyes met with those sitting opposite him from time to time. The black mud spirit looked at each other.

The curiosity and scrutiny in the eyes of the silver-haired boy are undisguised, and occasionally there will be a few deep thoughts, which makes Osamu Dazai on the opposite side feel strange. Is there any flaw in him?

No, isn't he the one who committed suicide by falling into the water?

"So how do you communicate?"

"Huh? Don is asking what your job is today? Isn't it easy to understand?"

It was not Kunikida who answered Osamu Dazai, but Tozoe Sora who started to eat ice cream slowly, and he cheated there by relying on his mind-reading ability.

After receiving the answer, Osamu Dazai looked suspiciously at Atsushi Nakajima, who was still eating, "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm", to Kunikida, who was plausibly slapping his ideal book.

He felt that the silver-haired boy on the opposite side was bluffing him, so he couldn't understand what Atsushi Nakajima was saying, okay?

Shizhikong knew exactly what the black mud spirit opposite was thinking when he was looking at him, so he finished his ice cream in a leisurely manner, and placed another order with some of the better tasting ones in it.

Juzhi has no interest in supernatural organizations or the "Tiger" that appeared in Yokohama recently. He followed him because he was interested in a specific person.

So when the white-haired boy Atsushi Nakajima heard the word "man-eating tiger" and fell off the chair, and the young man named Kunikida followed him to restrain him, Juzhi slowly opened his mouth amidst the chaos.

"Actually, I want to ask, Dazai...did you do something when you grabbed me by the river bank?"

Straight to the point, Shizhi's question is very straightforward.

"I seem to see a few white lights, but it's not very obvious under the cover of the sun."

The silver-haired boy maintained a distant smile from beginning to end, but at this moment his golden eyes showed some aggression.

"Excuse me, Dazai, can you explain my doubts?"

Shizhi didn't expect the other party to answer verbally.

But it is also feasible for him to answer questions in his heart.

——"Supposing one day, Sora, you met someone who could restrain your mind-reading ability even more, what choice would you make?"

At that time, it was just a joke of Teacher Wutiao, who knew it would turn into reality so soon.

By the time I finished eating at the izakaya, the sky had turned into dusky twilight. Two of the three people beside me were going to catch the "man-eating tiger", and the remaining one was going to get off work.

Holding his ideal notebook, Kunikida held up his glasses, and he casually asked the silver-haired boy who was also standing by the side of the road: "You look like a student, it's not good to skip class. Where are you from? I'll see you off." go……"

"No need." The faint screen light hit Shizhi's face, "I've already contacted someone I know. I'm a student in Tokyo, and I'm a little far away from here."

Kunikida didn't know whether to complain, "Didn't you hang up the phone before?" or "Why did the students in Tokyo skip class and go to Yokohama?" Anyway, after confirming that the silver-haired boy had a way to go back, he left directly.

He's not the bastard that Osamu Dazai thought of as soon as he thought about it, and sending someone to the station would be an unplanned itinerary.

Shi Zhi stood at the same place and sent away two groups of people. He held up a mobile phone and looked at dozens of missed calls on it, then dialed back and forth between the two numbers, and finally chose the one that was in the back.

"Hey—— um, it's me. Hey, I remember that Mr. C works in Yokohama, right? Someone called your work phone during the day too... Yes, I gave you the wrong number... I didn't contact you again? It doesn't matter. .”

"I want to ask Mr. C, if you work in the port Mafia, do you know Osamu Dazai?"

……

Yidizhi stepped on the accelerator to the bottom, and when he drove all the way back to Yokohama, Shi Zhikong, who had released his pigeons a few hours ago, ended his lost contact and found him and asked him to send himself back to school.

When Yidizhi rushed to the location given by Shizhi, the silver-haired boy who was sitting on the roadside railing and playing with his mobile phone raised his head in surprise.

"Hey, Yidizhi, have you really arrived? I thought you weren't planning to come and you were going to the believer's house in Yokohama for the night. He's very happy. Wait for me and I'll talk to him again."

Yidizhi: ... No, you have a place to go, why did you say on the phone that you want to live on the street?And what have you been doing these hours!

Why Shizhi didn't tell Yidi, he went to make a phone call.

Then Yidizhi heard a voice from the silver-haired boy's cell phone that was so low that he could feel it, and Yidizhi couldn't help being a little curious about Tozhi's way of getting along with the believers.

He asked casually on the way back, but he didn't expect to get an answer.

"There is a group of music." Shi Zhi replied solemnly, "In the past, the Internet was not available in the mountains, and it was difficult to contact people who went out of the village, but it is different now."

Modern technology makes it easier to communicate, but he doesn't communicate directly with everyone, only those who are close to him have his contact information, and - I heard that his believers have started to set up websites and other things... Well, he just heard about it.

Then Yidizhi heard a lot of strange grading of believers. After hearing it, he always felt that he was listening to some MLM organization, and the student in the back seat of his car was the head of the MLM organization.

No, thinking too far.

Yidizhi shook his head, and he asked again in the rearview mirror: "Where did you go this afternoon, Shizhi-kun?"

The eyelashes of the silver-haired boy dozing off in the back seat trembled, and he yawned and replied perfunctorily: "I met someone interesting, and I treated him to afternoon tea."

Yi Dizhi was a little speechless, the afternoon tea was so long that even dinner was included, but he couldn't ask the specifics, so the students in the back seat simply put on their coats and were too lazy to answer if they asked too many questions.

Yi Dizhi: "Next time I ask Shizhi-kun to be on the spur of the moment and don't lose contact... Goumaki-kun is also very worried about you."

Shizhi: "Oh."

—…So oh, what a cold answer!Classmate Shizhi, weren't you very enthusiastic about Classmate Goujuan before?

After a while, Shizhi added: "There is a message for Ji."

——Replying to the message, you answered the phone. All the calls made in the afternoon were hung up by you, classmate Shizhi!

The assistant supervisor, who always felt that something was wrong, drove the car honestly, sent Shizhi back to Jugao, and then diligently stopped to clock in and leave work.

And Shizhi, who was sent directly to the dormitory downstairs, held a school uniform jacket in one hand, and turned to his phone with the other hand to see that it was already nine o'clock in the evening.

Shi Zhi put away his mobile phone and started to walk upstairs. Although it was not the curfew time, not many students were active in the dormitory building.

Originally, there were only a few students in the high school of conjuration, but when something like that happened in the first grade, the school became even more silent.

However, seeing a squatting figure at the door of his room was somewhat beyond Toka's expectation.

There were no lights on in the corridor on the floor where he lived, only light moonlight poured in from the side of the window, and the brightest thing in the corridor should be the blue light from the screen of the mobile phone.

Almost the moment he stepped into the corridor, the person squatting at the door of his room stood up.

It may be because he squatted for too long, his numb legs made him stagger, he hurriedly supported the wall beside him, but the phone fell to the ground without holding it firmly.

The curser with light flaxen hair didn't pay attention to the fallen electronics, he paused for a while, and walked directly towards the direction where the ten branches were.

As he walked, Gou Juan reported the types of rice ball fillings, and all he thought were words of concern.

—— Sora, where did you go this afternoon?I'm very worried that the phone has been unable to connect. I thought you were in danger.

——Mr. Yidizhi didn't hear you at that time, and contacted you for a long time, and finally had to go back to school first...

The spellcaster walked up to Shizhi, Shizhi blinked, and suddenly opened his arms and hugged him with a joyful smile.

Goujuan was embraced by Shizhi, and he asked blankly, "Kelp?"

Shizhi didn't answer any of Goujuan's questions, but started a new topic on his own.

"Thing, I met an ability in Yokohama that is better than your spell~"