super power

Even though Dazai's face is full of "I can think about [-] pages in an instant", his heart sounds are blank to me.

The only things in the world that Kusuo and I can't read are Sendori and insects... This person, Sendori and insects obviously don't belong to the same category, and I can't figure out what went wrong.

Yahhhhhhhhhh, the appearance of this kind of troublesome character itself represents super trouble.

Run immediately and get as far away from this person as possible.

I turned around and strode away in front of Oda and Dazai.

"Your crab dishes, as well as sake, Oda-san's spicy curry." I finished serving Oda and Dazai's dishes, and sat back at my seat to eat some new desserts created by Kohei Soma.

I really wanted to run away, I can still fly if I can't buy a plane ticket, but if I just leave Xinghei Soma and his son behind, the trouble will be transferred to them.

I don't have a soft heart at all, who made them the coffee jelly gods that I can't let go of.

My telepathy is completely correct, and the voices of people all over the world are still flowing into my ears.

Except that Dazai.

No matter how dull I am, I should have noticed by now that the literary giants of the world have all disappeared, and there is a Dazai and an Oda sitting not far from me.

In that Oda's memory, Natsume gave him a book by Natsume Soseki. Just now I found out on the Internet that Edogawa Ranpo and Fukuzawa Yukichi went to open a detective agency together.

Ok……

"Xinghei," I whispered to Soma Xinghei who was busy in the kitchen, "what's the full name of Mr. Oda?"

Xingping Chuangzhen said: "Oda Sakunosuke, what's wrong?"

It's nothing, it's just that the three views are a bit upside down.

"I took the time to make a new mousse cake, Qi Mu, do you want to try it?"

"want."

Upside down or something, you have to fill your stomach first.

While enjoying the delicious mousse cake, I began to think about the current situation.

That Dazai looked like he was really just coming to eat with his friends. After he took a bite of the crab meat dish, just looking at that expression, I could see him swimming in the ocean of crab meat, with pink floating around him. colored flowers.

Oda Sakunosuke, who has been a regular customer for ten years, has been completely immune to the power of the food in this restaurant, and said calmly, "Dazai, how are you?"

"It's very delicious, Odasaku. Rather, I've never eaten such a delicious crab dish. It's a great feeling that the freshness and sweetness of the crab meat melts in your mouth." Inadvertently Osamu Dazai, who had the CD, put down his spoon regretfully, "Ah, it would be great if it opened in Yokohama, why did I only know about this store today."

Oda Sakunosuke said: "It's not too far from Yokohama, I'll ask you to come with me next time, and Ango."

Ango?Hey, hey, don't tell me that Ango's surname is Sakaguchi.

"Next time..." Osamu Dazai collapsed on the table and complained in a very tired tone, "Listen to me, Odasaku, there are really too many troubles recently, don't do it next time Knowing when, I'd be exhausted from running around all day."

Then write a book for me, you must be Osamu Dazai, you must be Osamu Dazai!

Go look at that barren bookshelf, don't you want your Akutagawa Award?Now write that you can get your Akutagawa Award [-]%.

Ah, no, this world doesn't even have the Akutagawa Award.

God not only dove Oda Sakunosuke, but also wanted Dazai Osamu to win the Akutagawa Award.

Osamu Dazai put the spoon upright on the plate, flicked his slender fingers, which were half wrapped in bandages, and the spoon spun on the plate flexibly: "Odasaku, I am so envious of your work, I definitely have a lot of time to go Study methods of suicide."

You don’t need to be like that Dazai Osamu, why do you want to study suicide methods?

I don't know why the disappearing writer turned into a mafia. It's my father's job to remind editors.

"Speaking of which, Odasaku, you don't smoke, right? Boss?" Osamu Dazai propped his head up, and said to Koichiro Kohei in the kitchen, "Boss, do you smoke?"

Koheijo Ichiro poured the stir-fried dishes into the plate and handed them to me before saying, "No, the smell of smoke will affect the aroma of the dishes and the chef's sense of smell."

"So strict!" Osamu Dazai sighed with emotion, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, "I heard a very interesting thing in the past two days-a Marlboro mascot fell from the sky, knocked out a big hole and knocked me out. Colleague...Odasaku, what do you think is going on here?"

I passed by Dazai Osamu with a blank expression, and put the collected money into the storage box.

Oda Sakunosuke is really a good person. He believes in his friends, but he doesn't want to cause trouble to Kohei Joichiro. After thinking for a while, he said: "It must be a supernatural being."

【They are all ordinary people here, Dazai. 】

"That's right, a supernatural being." Dazai Osamu said in a low voice, and he suddenly turned to me, "Miss Saiki, are you a supernatural being?"

The store seemed suddenly quiet for a moment.

I looked at Osamu Dazai with an expression of "what are you talking about?": "If I were a supernatural being, I would have conjured up endless snacks for myself."

Dazai Osamu: "..."

Since I was a child, I have experienced countless times where my superpowers were almost exposed. I am so proficient at this silly expression that there is no flaw.

Osamu Dazai looked at me, smiled, and turned the page naturally: "It's true, there is no place in the world where people with supernatural powers are everywhere. Is that coffee jelly in Miss Saiki's hand?"

"Yes," I ate the rest of the coffee jelly in one gulp, "now there are only empty plates."

Osamu Dazai and Sakunosuke Oda finished their meal and left without sitting for a while.

While I was washing the dishes, Koichiro Kohei looked apologetic: "Saiki, Oda is from the port of Mafia, I'm sorry I didn't tell you before, he is a good person, originally he was the only one who was fine, But his friend should also be from Mafia at the port, so I don’t feel very good, so I’ll make a call and you can live with my friend.”

I shook my head: "It doesn't matter, the person he is looking for is a supernatural person, and I am not, it should be just a coincidence."

I can guarantee that Osamu Dazai will never come to this store again.

Don't get me wrong, I'm not trying to kill him.

The long-lost Mr. Banana is about to appear again.

The memories replaced by Mr. Banana vary from person to person. The smarter people are, the more beneficial they are to me. The replaced memories of Osamu Dazai should be able to fully complement his experience today.

If it doesn't work, go back in time and type again.

I thought so, but at the time it was far from my guess that this guy who looked about my age was anything but smart.

If I could hear his heartbeat, something more frightening would happen than being swiped by wise and honest chatter—being directly squeezed out of the screen by mental activities that update [-] pages a second.

The next morning, after shopping for Xinghei Soma, who was going to have a new round of cooking duel with his father in the afternoon, I came back from the bandage sitting in the booth... No, Osamu Dazai looked at each other.

Why don't you play your cards according to the routine?

Osamu Dazai is alone today. Compared with yesterday, he has more bandages on his body, and his right hand is also cast. He waved to me happily: "Hi, Qi Mu~"

Why are there so many little flowers floating around you?Why do you bring ~ at the end of your speech?What have you figured out yourself?

Osamu Dazai sank into the booth holding the menu: "Ah, yesterday's experience at this store was so good that I skipped work today."

I put the ice water in front of him, already thinking about the next trick in my mind.

But I'm also a little curious about what Osamu Dazai saw. When I knocked him yesterday, I took off the ultra-thin gloves and touched him, and found that I couldn't even read the memory.

Osamu Dazai and I have a natural conflict.

...How does it sound like an elementary school student complaining about memorizing texts?

"Is the injury okay? It feels more serious than yesterday," I thought in my heart, but on the face I said calmly, "Mr. Dazai."

"Huh? You mean this?" Dazai Osamu raised his left hand that was covered with plaster, "I was so happy yesterday, I thought I could succeed in suicide, but it still didn't work."

Ok, I shouldn't have asked.

Regardless of Osamu Dazai, I returned to the seat reserved for me after finishing my work in the store, only to find that the table was empty.

I looked around with my hips on my hips, and saw my own coffee jelly on Osamu Dazai's table.

Osamu Dazai looked at me with a smile like an elementary school student calling for his companions.

At that time, I just looked at Dazai Osamu with a blank face. He used two fingers on the table to make a walking figure and said: "It ran to my table with long legs."

So dreamy, are you a high school girl living in a pink bubble?

"Give it back to me," I held out my hand to him, "We are about the same age, I don't want to call you Mr. Dazai anymore."

Dazai Osamu looked at me with a look of "It's a pity that the prank failed", spread his hands, picked up the coffee jelly and returned it to me: "Won't you get tired of eating so many sweets?"

This guy’s expression is so natural, and his tone seems to be short-sighted, so that when his hand shakes, my coffee jelly and the plate rush towards the ground towards the broken future, I forgot to kill him for a moment. I also don't want to admit that I am a superpower in front of others, and I just want to use my mind to keep my coffee jelly.

I succeeded.

Coffee jelly floats in the air.

Before I was happy for a moment, it fell to the ground with a "snap", and it was smashed to pieces.

Do you know what it feels like to fall from heaven to hell?

Don't mention anything, you already know this from the copywriter.

I watched the coffee jelly shatter for the first time in my life, and then turned to look at Osamu Dazai who was holding my wrist.

With a cool smile on his face: "I caught it."

Catch you big, head, ghost!

I looked at Osamu Dazai, and there was a "cracking" sound in my mind that the string of reason broke.

……

Osamu Dazai opened his eyes and found himself lying in the hospital.

This is not a hospital exclusively for Mafia members at the port. He found that his memory stopped at the moment when he met Qi Munanyin's eyes without warning.

After thinking to no avail, Osamu Dazai rang the call bell and asked the rushing nurse why he was here.

"Passers-by picked you up from the river," the nurse said with a regretful expression, "you said you jumped into the river as a nice young man, wouldn't you be alive?"

Osamu Dazai sighed, "Not good."

Nurse:"?"