I live longer than the incomparable

The people sitting around the table fell into an eerie silence.

"Ah... what a wonderful question~" Osamu Dazai smiled without any suspicion, and asked Atsushi Nakajima: "Why does Atsushi have such an idea?"

"Eh?" The young man named Atsushi Nakajima became embarrassed, and after realizing what he said, he almost hurriedly said: "This... that... because..." He faltered and squeezed out a few words: "scarf……"

The scene that emerged in his mind subconsciously made him blurt out such words. In fact, Atsushi Nakajima regretted it after saying it.

He is not the type who is good at communicating with others, and he is not an existence that can immediately integrate into the collective. Living in an orphanage since childhood, coupled with the tortured experiences in the past, made him even in the face of people from The kindness of others will also be at a loss.

In fact, if you think about it carefully, you can know it. After all, when he put his eyes on Mr. Dazai's finger, he didn't see the ring of the same style from his hand.

The others didn't know what he was talking about, so they showed weird puzzled expressions, but Dazai knew it very well. He laughed and held his stomach, as if he had heard an extremely funny joke.

The [-]-year-old bhikkuniluo, who was standing aside, explained helplessly, "It's not Dazai-kun."

Talking about this topic, Naomi Tanizaki also became a little curious. Although it is clear that Mr. Dazai and Ms. Yabai are not lovers, since they have known each other for such a long time, Mr. Dazai must have met her lover, right?

But when Naomi Tanizaki raised such doubts, Osamu Dazai spread his hands and shrugged: "I haven't seen it at all!"

On the surface, other people who didn't seem to care much about this kind of thing were actually waiting with their ears open for Osamu Dazai's answer, and after receiving such a meaningless answer, regretful sighs sounded out of nowhere .

"what……"

Atsushi Nakajima obviously couldn't cope with such an occasion, and even felt a little restless. The eight hundred monks caught a glimpse of his panic and raised the saucer.

"Aren't you guessing Dazai-kun's previous work?" She pulled the topic back on track, showing a comforting chuckle, looked at Atsushi Nakajima and reminded softly, "You have to work harder."

Atsushi Nakajima was stunned for a moment, then straightened his back involuntarily: "...Yes."

The panic in my heart had receded at some point, Atsushi Nakajima watched her walking away, tightened the corners of his mouth, and suddenly thought——

[Miss Yabai, she seems to be a very easy person to get along with. 】

Because there is a feeling of reassurance.

——*——

Yabaichuni later heard about Atsushi Nakajima's admission test from Osamu Dazai.

The young man with black fluffy hair danced and told her about the scene at that time, and said to her: "Miss Babai is not surprised at all?"

When detective Junichiro Tanizaki pretended to be a bomb maniac, pretended to take his sister Tanizaki Naomi as a hostage, and viciously threatened to detonate the bomb, Atsushi Nakajima grabbed the bomb and pressed it on himself Under the body, trying to protect others in this way.

"It's not surprising." Eight Hundred Bhikkuni raised her face.

She looked into Dazai's eyes, and said softly: "If I can get your approval and recommendation, I will definitely be a very good child."

The expression on Osamu Dazai's face suddenly froze, and his originally raised hand was slowly lowered, and after his sitting posture restrained a lot, his hand grasped the cup in front of him.

"This is a foul." Osamu Dazai raised his eyes and said suddenly, "Is there still time for me to change my mind?"

"Changing your mind?"

"As I said before, [Don't like me], can I pretend that I haven't heard it?" Dazai said with a smile, "Because I suddenly felt that if it was Miss Yabai..."

"Dazai," Eight Hundred Bikuni interrupted him before he finished speaking, and said to him, "I still have to work, and even if I rest, I won't die with you. By the way, you recently The bill came out, do you plan to pay now or..."

"Ah!" Osamu Dazai made a painful sound like being shot, he covered his face with one hand, and leaned back: "What a cruel rejection!"

Eight hundred bhikkhunis stood in place with no emotion on their expressions.

"The rest time is almost over, Mr. Kunikida may come down again to arrest people." She reminded.

Dazai responded wearily, waved goodbye to her, and did not forget to leave a sentence at the end: "This time, let's pay on credit first."

Babaichuni has long been accustomed to this. After putting away the cup, she wiped the bar counter, and inadvertently caught a glimpse of a blond woman passing by the door. The other person was wearing a small black suit and walked towards the elevator without turning her eyes.

Maybe it was a client who was going to the law firm upstairs or the armed detective agency. There was nothing worth paying attention to at first, but less than a minute after she passed by, someone pushed open the door of the coffee shop.

The young man with white oak hair stood at the door and smiled at her, his rainbow-like eyes seemed to be filled with the light brought in from outside.

Eight hundred bhikkuni subconsciously looked away.

Tong Mo, who knew the location of her shop from nowhere, sat down in front of the bar and said to her, "I want a cup of iced coffee."

It was not easy to treat him as an ordinary guest, but Babaichuni kept calm, made the iced coffee he ordered and put it in front of him.

When the eight hundred bhikkuni was about to take off her apron and leave, Tong Mo suddenly spoke.

"Don't you wonder why I came here?"

He half-supported his side face, with a casual posture.But what he said was enough to make Eight Hundred Bhikuni stop.

"Someone put a bounty on the black market for the newcomer from the Armed Detective Agency upstairs, and the price was 70 billion~" Tong Mo said in a very dissatisfied tone: "If I knew I was looking for 100, I would have offered [-] billion!"

Sure enough, Tong Mo's attention points are always different from others, Babai Khuni sighed: "Do we have to compare things like this?"

"Why can't we compare?" Tong Mo said to her solemnly: "Although it seems inappropriate to use money to measure, in my mind, the value of [-] is far higher than anyone else!"

Eight hundred bhikkhuni agreed casually: "You think too highly of me."

"How could it be?" Tong Mo said here, as if the groundwork had finally been laid, so it was as if he was talking about the business.

He said: "Someone came to me a few days ago, it was for eight hundred."

Probably hearing the unusual meaning from Tong Mo's tone, Babai Khuni raised his eyebrows slightly: "Who?"

Tong Mo tapped his forehead with his knuckles, showing a thoughtful expression: "He is a very strange person, and he did not reveal his identity, and he deliberately waited near the office building, and asked me directly after meeting [ Where is the Eight Hundred Bhikkhuni?] This kind of question."

While talking, he stared at Babai Bikuni's face, and reminded: "Babai should be careful, if you are entangled by such a weird person, you will be in trouble."

Although in fact, he himself seems to be a [weird person] who is entangled with others and refuses to give up.

Listening to his description, Eight Hundred Bhikkhuni suddenly asked a question: "Do you see the person's appearance clearly?"

Wen Yan Tongmo thought for a while: "It's too dark so I can't see very clearly, but I remember I have red eyes... If you think about it carefully, it's like an urban ghost story. If you are afraid, you can Come live with me!"

After he finished speaking, he showed an expectant expression, as if he was really waiting for her to agree.

The Eight Hundred Bhikkhuni was stunned, her red eyes... made her suddenly recall the past.

Many years ago, there was a man with red plum eyes who stood in front of her in the night and stretched out his hand to her.

"Eight hundred?" Tong Mo's voice brought her back to her thoughts, and Eight Hundred Bhikuni raised her eyelids, "Did you tell him?"

"Of course not," Tong Mo said to her as if asking for credit: "I said I didn't know where Babai lived, and I even had a fight with him... But to be honest, that person's strength really shouldn't be underestimated." Woolen cloth……"

The existence of being able to climb up to the position of cadre in the port Mafia must have excellent abilities in some respects. Tong Mo, who has the ability to control ice, can be regarded as one of the tops in the entire port Mafia in terms of combat ability. .

The existence that can make him feel that he should not be underestimated is naturally not an ordinary person.

Eight Hundred Bhikkhuni suddenly had a strange feeling in his heart, but his tone was still calm when he spoke.

"I will be careful." Eight Hundred Bikuni said softly.

Tong Mo still didn't seem to give up: "Do you really not need to move here to live with me? Recently, the Armed Detective Agency upstairs has not been too peaceful."

Hearing this kind of words, Eight Hundred Bhikkhuni has been able to guess many things.

A few days ago, Akutagawa Ryunosuke offered a reward to her in the black market. There is a precedent for such a personal experience. It is entirely feasible to deduce that the reward this time will also be accepted by the people of the port Mafia.

"Is it your mission?" Eight Hundred Bhikkhuni asked.

"It's better for Akutagawa-kun to execute it. After all, although the task a few days ago was completed, with Akutagawa-kun's personality, he must still feel that he has failed." Tong Mo said to her without any scruples.

These tasks are clearly known to the insiders of Mafia at the port, but he said them bluntly in front of Eight Hundred Bikuni, as if he trusted her too much and would never go upstairs to tell the truth, or... didn't care whether she Will tell the message to the task object upstairs.

Even if it had any impact on the task, it would not be beyond Tong Mo's control at all.

He is this kind of person—this kind of extremely evil existence who holds everything in his hands and plays with everyone in applause.

Because of this, even in the port of Mafia, Tong Mo's reputation is enough to scare many people.

Compared with the former Dazai who sometimes showed a little consideration for others, and let go of some subordinates who made mistakes in an unpredictable manner, what Tong Mo has always upheld is not to take anyone seriously code of conduct.

The only exception is the leader.

Probably, this is also the reason why Mori Ogai is afraid of Osamu Dazai, but has been able to tolerate Tong Mo.

The former Osamu Dazai has become one of the five cadres second only to Mori Ogai, but after a certain incident, he defected and fled the port Mafia together with Oda Sakunosuke, a low-level member of the port Mafia. Even today, there is no Captured by Port Mafia.

In fact, when Tong Mo found out the current residence of the eight hundred bhikkhuni, he also found out Dazai Osamu's new job by following the clues.

But he did not tell this information to anyone, neither Mori Ogai nor Akutagawa Ryunosuke.

But... Tong Mo thinks, as long as Akutagawa-kun accepts the task of arresting Renhu, it won't be long before he sees Dazai-kun again.

Hearing Tong Mo's advice, Babai Khuni expressed his gratitude calmly, and also exempted Tong Mo from his bill when he planned to pay the bill.

"Does this mean that the relationship between us is getting closer?" Tong Mo said to her, "Because we have reached the point where we can treat guests, so we are friends, right?"

Babaichuni didn't refute his thoughts, she greeted the staff in the store, and then she took her things and was ready to go out.

Tong Mo followed behind her, not walking beside her, but not far or near a few steps away. When the eight hundred bhikkhuni stopped and turned back to stare at him silently, Tong Mo Said: "I only deliver to the door."

Eight Hundred Bhikkuni was silent for a moment: "...it is daytime now."

Wen Yan Tong Mo said to her very seriously: "Because it's daytime, so you can't relax your vigilance, Babai, have you forgotten the last time you met Akutagawa-kun?"

The incident that just happened a few days ago left Babai Khuni at a loss as to how to answer him, as if she had compromised, she ignored Tong Mo who was following her, and walked back to the apartment where she lived.

Since the location of her shop can be found, Tong Mo naturally knows where her residence is, so it is completely unnecessary to do anything to prevent him from knowing her residence.

With such thoughts in mind, Babaichuni subconsciously glanced at the side of the street when she opened the door.

The white-oak-haired young man stood outside the fence of the apartment, and when he met her gaze, he showed a bright smile, probably in response to her, and he waved to the eight hundred bhikkhuni.

Sighing from the bottom of my heart, Babaichuni closed the door of her own house without hesitation after entering.

——*——

A few days later, Babaichuni ran into Atsushi Nakajima in the stairwell when he went to pick up things on the fifth floor where the sundries were piled up.

In the arms of the boy with short white hair was a pile of boxes that were higher than his head, and he wobbled as if he was about to lose his footing at any moment.

"Do you need my help?" Eight Hundred Bhikkuni asked, "Where do you want to move?"

Hearing this, Atsushi Nakajima seemed to be taken aback, and his whole body could not stand still. Eight Hundred Bikuni reached out and pressed his shoulder, and took a part from the top of his pile of boxes.

"Thank you!" Nakajima Atsushi thanked in a panic, "I'm going to move..." When he said this, he seemed to think of something again, and he pursed the corners of his mouth as if hesitating to speak.

"Did something happen?" Eight Hundred Bhikkuni asked him softly.

Atsushi Nakajima didn't want to talk about it at first, but Bikhuni Yaobai invited him to sit in the coffee shop, and after arranging him a corner where they usually sit, she brought hot cocoa from the back kitchen.

"I've heard people say that drinking a hot drink when you're in a bad mood seems to change your mood."

Atsushi Nakajima clenched his jaw and took a big gulp of the hot cocoa in the cup in front of his eyes.

The heat seemed to be conveyed from the cup to his body, and Nakajima Atsushi also relaxed a little at this moment, he stared at the opposite woman, and suddenly asked her: "Miss Babai, is there a time when you are in a bad mood?"

From Nakajima Atsushi's point of view, she didn't seem to need to worry about anything, nor would she be annoyed or angry about anything, and it was precisely because of this that he felt envious.

But the eight hundred bhikkhuni said to him at this time: "Yes."

In the past of Babai Kuni, there were very few happy times. She had forgotten when she had a moment of real laughter, and that past was too far away from her.

It's like... never existed.

Eight hundred bhikkhunis are used to all indifferent and short moments, only the boredom and loneliness are horribly long.

Atsushi Nakajima fell silent, he suddenly realized that he seemed to remind her of some bad memories, but he didn't know how to comfort her. It has been restored to its original state.

"Is it because of the port Mafia?" Eight Hundred Bikuni said suddenly.

"Eh?!" Atsushi Nakajima was surprised that she knew such a thing, but suddenly remembered that Mr. Dazai had said something like [Miss Yabai also knew my previous occupation] at that time.

He subconsciously thought: "Miss Babai...was Mafia before?"

Nakajima Atsushi's tone was extremely cautious, but it made Yabaichuni smile a bit.

She shook her head. "I used to own a bakery. On the street near the ghetto."

Atsushi Nakajima blinked, "Then why do you know Mr. Dazai and Mr. Oda?"

Eight hundred bhikkhuni tilted his head: "Then it will take a long time to talk... Don't you have to go to work?"

She laughed: "Keep working hard."

Atsushi Nakajima was stunned for a moment, only then did he realize that the suppressed emotions in his heart that seemed to make him unable to breathe somehow dissipated, and the whole person seemed to suddenly become enlightened.

It is clear that nothing has been said or done, but it can make people feel this way.

Atsushi Nakajima touched his chest subconsciously, feeling the sound of his heart beating inside.

"By the way..." Atsushi Nakajima suddenly remembered to pay.

"No need," Eight Hundred Bhikkhuni said to him, "This time, it's a discount for regular customers."

Looking at her face, Atsushi Nakajima lowered his head embarrassingly, and gulped down the remaining hot cocoa.

——*——

After that, the Armed Detective Agency lived a long period of thrilling and exciting life. After solving this incident, they planned to come to the coffee shop downstairs to hold a celebration ceremony at night.

When he was about to leave work in the evening, Atsushi Nakajima came down early to order food.

He subconsciously looked at the bar from the door, but he didn't see Eight Hundred Bhikkhuni, and he suddenly felt a little regretful for some reason.

And just when he pushed open the store door and walked towards the bar with such a mood, he saw the eight hundred bhikkhuni who was reading a book on an inconspicuous seat.

"Miss Eight Hundred." Atsushi Nakajima stopped and called her name. The latter raised his face and saw him, and responded, "It's Atsushi, come down to help everyone run errands?"

"No," Atsushi Nakajima shook his head and said to her, "It's because a big incident has been solved this time, so everyone said that there will be a celebration party tonight, and I will come down early to order food."

Babaichuni nodded knowingly: "Then let the store manager reserve the innermost seat for you, as there are not too many customers today."

At this point, Atsushi Nakajima could have left to order food at the bar, but he still stood in front of Eight Hundred Bikuni, as if he still had something to say to her.

So the eight hundred bhikkhuni closed the book in his hand and asked him, "Is there anything else you can do?"

Atsushi Nakajima's eyes fell on her finger unconsciously, and his eyes fell on it unconsciously for too long, it was obvious enough for Eight Hundred Bhikkhuni to discover where he was staring.

After several seconds, Nakajima Atsushi looked away as if he had just woken up from a dream, but he looked like he didn't know where to look.

"Before I..." Atsushi Nakajima suddenly remembered something: "I seem to see Miss Babai eating with someone in a western restaurant. Is that person your husband?"

Eight Hundred Bhikkuni was stunned for a moment before realizing who he was referring to.

Recently, Tong Mo still came to look for her from time to time, and often said that he would invite her to dinner or move in to live with her, euphemistically saying [I am here to protect Babai's safety].

"That," Babai Khuni felt a little headache when she thought of Tong Mo, but she still explained, "That's also a friend."

Atsushi Nakajima nodded ignorantly, and subconsciously said, "Miss Eight Hundred has a lot of friends."

Hearing that Bhikkhuni Yao was stunned for a moment, in fact, the word "friend" seemed a little far away to her. This is not to say that she had no friends, but to Bhikkhuni Yao, the meaning of "friend" was different from that of ordinary people. People are not the same.

No matter how close friends are, they cannot avoid the day of separation.

Eight Hundred Bhikkhuni closed her eyes, then raised her face and said softly: "Yes, I have quite a lot of friends..."

At this moment, another young man approached from behind Atsushi Nakajima.Wearing a sand-colored windbreaker, Osamu Dazai put his hands in his pockets, and poked his head out from behind Atsushi Nakajima to talk to them: "Eh? Are Atsushi and Miss Yabai whispering something? No wonder I haven't seen Atsushi come back after coming down for so long, so cunning." ah……"

Atsushi Nakajima waved his hands repeatedly after being teased, and ran to the bar to make a reservation with the store manager as if fleeing.

Osamu Dazai and Atsushi Nakajima are not of the same style at all. He sat down opposite to Yabaichuni, glanced around the bar, and saw Nakajima who was casting his gaze over here intentionally or unintentionally. dun.

"I saw Tong Mo a few days ago." Osamu Dazai said suddenly.

Eight hundred bhikkhuni replied calmly: "Is that so?"

"Hey——" Osamu Dazai was not satisfied with her indifferent appearance, and asked her, "Miss Yabai, isn't she curious about what we said?"

The eight hundred bhikkhuni then asked him with dignity: "What did you say?"

Without commenting on her obviously perfunctory question, Osamu Dazai enthusiastically shared with her what he talked about when he met Tong Mo.

"We're talking about Miss Babai," Osamu Dazai said with emotion, "I think I was the one who met Miss Babai first, but that guy Tong Mo first went around and said that he wanted to pursue you, and said..."

Eight Hundred Bhikkhuni actually didn't care about this kind of content. With Tong Mo's character, no matter how outrageous his behavior was, it could be regarded as normal behavior.

But in order not to dampen the enthusiasm of the enthusiastic Dazai, she still did not let him sing a one-man show, but asked him: "What did he say?"

"Tong Mo said that he fell in love with you at first sight."

Osamu Dazai folded his hands and rested his chin on the back of his hands, "I was really taken aback at the time, because when Tong Mo said this, he looked very serious .”

Osamu Dazai still remembers the time when he was with Tong Mo in the past.

At that time, they met for the first time in the small clinic of Mori Ogai.Osamu Dazai, who was sent for treatment because of a failed suicide, met the boy with an ice-cold smile.

He seems to be always smiling, has a ridiculously good temper, and never gets angry with anyone—even if most of the guests who go to the underground doctor for treatment are not easy to talk to.

But Tong Mo never got angry once.

Even on the night when Tongma and Osamu Dazai met for the first time, the night when the former leader of the port Mafia was cut open with a scalpel by the current leader Mori Ogai in the name of failed rescue.

Tong Mo, who was the doctor's assistant, was still standing by the bed, his face showed pity, but the expressionless Dazai could clearly see his eyes—there was no emotion at all in those eyes.

Tong Mo is a different existence from Dazai, he doesn't want to pursue anything, but simply... can't feel anything.

It is precisely because he can’t feel it, but he has been very smart since he was a child, so he has been imitating others. Before Dazai came here, he had been imitating Mori Ogai. After Dazai came here, he suddenly realized—— Mori Ogai is more suitable to imitate the object appeared.

Tong Mo is a natural imitator, and his mind is strong enough to support his imitation of the existence of Osamu Dazai. During the time when Mori Ogai took over the port Mafia, the two of them left behind in the eyes of others Impressions are too similar.

Because of this, those who only see the surface will think that Dazai Zhi and Tong Mo are really the same kind, and will think that after Dazai Zhi defected, Tong Mo, who was of the same kind as him, would definitely defect one day.

Only Mori Ogai knows, Tong Mo doesn't.

For an existence like Tong Mo, he didn't care about anything, and he didn't have any goals at all. It was Mori Ogai who spotted him from the slums at first, adopted him and brought him back to the underground clinic.

And the facts have fully proved that Mori Ogai made no mistakes in his choice this time.

Tongmo is a sword that is far easier to use than Osamu Dazai.

But Osamu Dazai remembered the year when he became a cadre. When he came back one day, Tong Mo had a completely different smile on his face, and his palm was stroking his chest. I have seen it, and it can even be called a [gentle] smile and said to him: "I met a person."

"It's so strange," Tong Mo said, "It's the first time I've seen her, but I feel like I've known her for a long time, as if even the aura on her body is unbelievably familiar..."

"This feeling," Tong Mo asked Osamu Dazai, "what should it be?"

So Osamu Dazai, who was still playing games just now, showed a little surprise, but casually said to him: "This is probably love at first sight..."

"That's it..." Tong Mo's eyes were bent, and the iridescent eyes that had been ridiculed by Dazai all this time were as clear and bright as if they had been washed with water. He didn't know if it was Dazai's illusion, but he actually felt that he was really looking from the inside. It's a bit emotional.

And in the next second, he heard Tong Mo say: "I fell in love with her at first sight."

Osamu Dazai thought, he is finally crazy.

But later he found out that the object of Tongma's "love at first sight" turned out to be Bhikkhuni Eight Hundred.

When he knew this fact, Osamu Dazai's thoughts changed in an instant. Compared with the thought that Tong Mo had lost his mind, he suddenly felt that perhaps what Tong Mo said was true may not necessarily be the case.

Especially after four or five years of getting acquainted with Monk Yabaichuni, Osamu Dazai became more clear about his initial guess when he accidentally saw the identity card of Monk Yabaichuni a few days ago.

【The eight hundred bhikkhuni lady in front of him is not an ordinary human being. 】

Because on her current ID, she was even more than ten years younger than when they first met.

——*——

Osamu Dazai has been observing the expression of the eight hundred monks.

He saw that the eight hundred bhikkhuni's expression was always calm, and his eyes were unmoved, as if he was completely indifferent to it.

Having come to such a conclusion, Osamu Dazai raised his eyebrows, and his evaluation of the eight hundred monks was more accurate.

"However, Tong Mo told me a few days ago that he is pursuing Miss Babai again, and has already become friends with you..." Osamu Dazai had some doubts about this: "Is it true?"

Babaichuni's hand paused, then picked up the spoon again, and slightly stirred the drink in front of her: "It's sort of."

Her voice was very soft, and although the content was indeed affirmative, her voice seemed to be denying herself.

However, Osamu Dazai seemed to read some unusual meanings from her tone—maybe in some details that Osamu Dazai failed to notice, or in the past that he didn't know, Something happens that changes the relationship between Yabai Khuni and Tongmo.

Atsushi Nakajima stood in front of the bar and looked at them in a daze, with his head lowered halfway, wondering what he was thinking.

The Eight Hundred Bhikkhuni was confused by Dazai Osamu's behavior of suddenly running up to her and mentioning Tong Mo: "Did you have a good relationship with Tong Mo before?"

Osamu Dazai, who was asked this question suddenly, held his chin and smiled, "Ah...it's pretty good, compared to slugs."

The "slug" that Osamu Dazai spoke of was his former partner. Although they were partners, they were even collectively called "Double Black" for a long time, but they have always disliked each other, and even mocked each other. nasty object.

Babaichuni was silent for a while, and then said: "But is this really good? I have already left the port of Mafia, but I still meet with Tong Mo in private."

If it is discovered by other people in Port Mafia, it will become very troublesome again—whether it is for Tong Mo or Dazai Osamu himself.

Hearing this, Osamu Dazai laughed, and said briskly, "If Miss Yabai is worried about me, then there is no need at all~"

He smiled and said, "Because I'm a complete member of the Armed Detective Agency, even Dr. Sen can't manage me here. But that guy Tong Mo is different..."

Yabaichuni watched his bright smiling face silently, and also had a more accurate understanding of the existence of Osamu Dazai.

Rather than sneaking up to Tong Mo to reminisce about the past and carefully concealing this matter, I wish I could yell loudly and let everyone know that this is Dazai Osamu's real idea.

And speaking of Tong Mo, not only Atsushi Nakajima saw the scene of them eating together, but Osamu Dazai also saw it.

That's why he asked curiously: "Is Miss Babai going to accept his pursuit?"

Osamu Dazai's expression drooped, and he said in frustration: "I didn't expect that the practice of stalking would actually have practical effects. If I had known, I would have given it a try..."

This half-serious, half-joking tone has never made it clear what kind of thoughts he is holding when he speaks.

But the eight hundred bhikkhuni still answered him: "Nothing."

Hearing that Osamu Dazai touched his chin, as if he was thinking about something, he said, "After today's celebration is over, will Miss Yabai go to die for love with me?"

--here we go again.

Eight hundred bhikkhunis have heard this kind of words for countless times, and they have rejected them for countless times.

She sighed, and was about to refuse as usual, when the wind chime hanging at the door suddenly rang again—a new guest had arrived.

Although at this time the manpower in the store can be taken care of without the help of the eight hundred monks, but in order to find an excuse to get up, the eight hundred monks said to Osamu Dazai: "I'm going to help in the back kitchen."

Osamu Dazai smiled and waved at her.

So Bhikkhuni got up and left the seat, but suddenly stopped when she turned around and saw the figure standing at the door.

The young man standing at the door had short curly black hair, his red plum-colored pupils were slightly narrowed, his brows were slightly frowned, and he raised his jaw when he saw the eight hundred bhikkhunis.

As if they had never been separated, and never changed, the man in the black suit walked straight towards her.

The young man stood still in front of her, his eyes fell on her face, he didn't pay attention to anyone around him, but whispered to Eight Hundred Bhikkuni: "Go home?"

After hearing this, Osamu Dazai and Atsushi Nakajima subconsciously set their eyes on them.

Eight hundred bhikkhuni did not speak.

The young man standing in front of her raised his palm, and pinned her hair scattered on the side of her cheek back, with a gentle and natural movement.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"Miss Yabai," Osamu Dazai made a lively voice from behind Bikkuni Yabai: "Is this gentleman also your friend?"

When he heard the word "friend", the young man's eyes darkened obviously, but he didn't speak. He just glanced at Osamu Dazai and then turned his gaze back to Bikkuni Yabai.

Eight hundred bhikkhuni said softly, "Not friends."