The whole of Yokohama thought we were together

At that moment, Osamu Dazai saw the boy's shoulders slump, as if something that had been supporting him had suddenly disappeared, making him feel reluctant to stand there, his body shaking uncontrollably.

He still lowered his head, his face was as pale as hair, he opened and closed his lips several times, and finally said with difficulty: "I'm sorry, I... recognized the wrong person."

After speaking, he took two steps back, turned around and left.

The black coat finally blended with his temperament, and the back view was indescribably lonely and sad.

"Wait a moment."

The boy stopped immediately, and when he turned around, he couldn't restrain the surprise in his eyes.

"You said just now...you are from an orphanage, right?" Osamu Dazai's eyes slightly curved up. At first glance, that kind of expression would make people think that this person is extremely gentle and easy to get along with. However, only knowing him It was later discovered that this was just an early sign of his bad intentions.

The boy nodded immediately: "Yes, I'm helping in the orphanage now."

"Then you must be good at taking care of people, right?" Osamu Dazai asked.

"Fortunately..." The young man seemed a little embarrassed, "I get along with those children pretty well."

"How can helping in an orphanage just get along well!" Osamu Dazai smiled and pointed to the fainted person opposite, "I think you are quite free, why don't you take care of him, and help you practice this skill , after you go back to the orphanage, your dean will definitely like you even more."

juvenile:"……"

[Mr. Dazai wants me to help him, right?right?How does it feel like I'm doing myself a favor? ? ? ]

He took two steps forward and looked in the direction that Osamu Dazai was pointing. When he saw the other person's face clearly, he couldn't help being stunned for a moment. When he raised his head again, he looked at Osamu Dazai with a somewhat complicated expression.

"……It's him."

Osamu Dazai: "You know him?"

"I don't know, I just—" the boy hesitated, and said slowly, "I saw a photo."

Osamu Dazai saw that he didn't want to say more, so he didn't ask further, but only asked his name after the other party answered the matter.

The boy smiled briefly, looking a little shy.

"Mr. Dazai, my name is Atsushi Nakajima."

--

Osamu Dazai originally thought that it would not be easy to get close to the unconscious Oda Sakunosuke, so when Atsushi Nakajima stepped forward to move him, he moved a little further away to avoid being affected by that person's conditioned reflex.

However, unexpectedly, when he was encountered this time, Oda Sakunosuke didn't respond at all, it seemed that he was really sick and confused.

Subconsciously, Osamu Dazai recalled what happened to this person after meeting him——

Going into the water in winter, wearing wet clothes and blowing outdoors for a long time, staying up all night, suppressing criminals and rescuing hostages while sick...

I have to admit that if we talk about the cause of this disease, I am afraid that in the final analysis it is his scheme, which caused the other party to go into the water to save people.

[...But then again, according to Oda Saku's character, even if I wasn't there at the time, he would definitely go down to save Kawada-san, so it's not really my fault. ]

Thinking of this, Osamu Dazai's slight sense of guilt disappeared in an instant.

"... Mr. Dazai, aren't you cold?"

When Osamu Dazai squatted down to pack the pile of gadgets for the children, Atsushi Nakajima, who was carrying Sakunosuke Oda on his back, looked at the thin sweater on the other side, and finally couldn't help but speak.

And the other party made a sudden movement, as if he just remembered something at this moment, and spit out a dry: "...ah."

Atsushi Nakajima: "What's wrong?"

Osamu Dazai straightened up, and looked at Sakunosuke Oda in embarrassment: "The coat I gave Miss Shiori... seems to belong to him."

Atsushi Nakajima: "..."

[Although I don't know who Miss Shiori is, I won't mention what she did this way, but it's too sad to think about it so late! ]

However, the embarrassment quickly disappeared on Dazai's face. He picked up the pile of things and reluctantly said: "Forget it, I'll pay him my bandage."

Atsushi Nakajima remained expressionless.

[As expected of Mr. Dazai...but can this really be exchanged in equal value!] ]

Fortunately, a few of them had been to Sakunosuke Oda's dormitory before doing the entrusted task, and Dazai Osamu was familiar with the route when he went again, which saved him from asking the other people in the detective agency about the route.

When he arrived at the door, Atsushi Nakajima stepped aside. He was waiting for Osamu Dazai to take out the key to open the door, but he suddenly picked from the pile of things in his arms, came out with a slender hairpin, and asked him : "Nakajima-kun, can I borrow it?"

Atsushi Nakajima was not used to this address, so he nodded after a pause.

Seeing that he agreed, Osamu Dazai put the things in his arms aside, squatted down, straightened his hairpin, and then put the hairpin into the keyhole under the stunned expression of Atsushi Nakajima, only to hear the sound coming from the air. With a "click", he pressed the handle and the door opened.

Atsushi Nakajima: "...that's amazing."

Osamu Dazai restored the issued card, and walked in with a bunch of things.

In fact, Dazai Osamu had already seen the interior structure of the room in general, but since he was likely to live here for a long time in the future, he took a serious look at it this time.

Except for the kitchen and bathroom, the floor of the entire dormitory is covered with folded blankets. The space is so large that two people can roll around while sleeping.

In addition, the wardrobe, low table and other furniture are also complete enough, the kitchen has signs of use, and the ingredients are well stocked. It seems that living here at least has no worries about food and drink.

Dazai nodded in satisfaction.

While he was wandering around, Atsushi Nakajima had placed Sakunosuke Oda in place. After feeling the other person's body temperature, he still felt that it would be safer to find a doctor.

"how?"

Atsushi Nakajima: "It feels like a really bad burn."

"There seems to be a special doctor in their detective agency." Osamu Dazai shook the phone in his hand at him, "Just now he sent me a message saying that he has already taken the medicine, and he just needs to wait for his fever to subside. If it doesn't work, look for him again—oh, it's 'her'."

"That's it." Atsushi Nakajima stood up, "Then I'll go get some water and give him a cold compress."

Osamu Dazai didn't make a sound, and let Nakajima Atsushi pass by him, walking towards the bathroom.

And he looked at Oda Sakunosuke who was breathing steadily, turned the phone over in his palm, and turned it over again.

Since the detective agency has a doctor, why bother to ask him to take care of Oda Sakunosuke?

unless……

That's not what they mean.

The movement of flipping the phone stopped, and Osamu Dazai stepped up and walked towards the other party. He half-kneeled by the side of the quilt, and raised his hand to lift the quilt off the other party's body.

Except for the jacket that Atsushi Nakajima took off just now, Oda Sakunosuke was dressed neatly inside, and he didn't even take off his gun.

Osamu Dazai stretched out his hand, and touched the other person's body with pockets very lightly, and finally stopped at the pocket of the man's upper body shirt.

"... Mr. Dazai?"

Osamu Dazai paused for a moment, glanced sideways, the complex and unbelievable expression on the young man's face made him a little puzzled, but the next moment, he suddenly realized his current posture——

Because he needs to feel the contents in his pocket and be as careful as possible, he always touches the opponent's body with his palm, which also leads to the fact that his hand at this moment looks very much like it is deliberately attached to the opponent's chest Location.

Dazai Osamu: "..."

Atsushi Nakajima: "..."

The scene was awkward for a while.

But Osamu Dazai was only silent for a second, and then he moved his wrist, and the cell phone that was originally in his cuff fell into the palm of his hand. His expression remained unchanged and he said, "I'm returning his cell phone."

Atsushi Nakajima: "...Oh."

Osamu Dazai didn't care whether he believed it or not, after stuffing the mobile phone into the opponent's pocket, he stepped aside, moved back, and leaned against the low table.

Atsushi Nakajima stood there hesitating for a while, finally squeezed the edge of the basin, walked to the patient again and sat down.

...But this time he didn't dare to expect to stay for a long time.

In case I see something again...

Atsushi Nakajima shook his head, forcing himself to throw the messy thoughts out of his mind, while wringing out the towel that had been soaked in cold water, he said after deliberation: "Mr. There may still be people needed over there, I... I may need to leave first."

"Oh." Osamu Dazai said, "Have you finished exercising?"

"..." Atsushi Nakajima was stunned for a moment before he remembered that when this person asked him for help, he meant to let him practice his skills.

He couldn't help laughing.

For some reason, he felt that Mr. Dazai was kind of cute.

The gloom and mystery of being in a high position have faded away, and a childish waywardness and naivety appear in the whole person.

Although I don't know why Mr. Dazai reappeared or why he didn't admit his identity, what Atsushi Nakajima couldn't deny was that he was very happy.

It really made him very happy to see Mr. Dazai again.

"Yes, I'm done exercising." He nodded with a smile on his face.

After putting the cold towel in his hand on Oda Sakunosuke's forehead, Atsushi Nakajima turned to the person behind him and said, "Then, Mr. Dazai, I will leave first. I saw a stack of note paper in the kitchen just now, so I put My contact information and the address of the orphanage are written on it, if Mr. Dazai needs me, you can contact me at any time."

Osamu Dazai rested his chin, looked at him, and didn't make a sound.

Seeing that he had nothing extra to say, Atsushi Nakajima got up and was about to leave, but just before he packed up his pile of things and walked out the door, he heard the man say: "Hey, Nakajima Shima-kun, I am really not the 'Mr. Dazai' you mentioned."

Atsushi Nakajima paused, turned around with his things in his arms, and his eyes first fell on the speaker. Seeing that the other person just lowered his head and focused on the things in his hands, he turned his eyes to the sleeping sick man again. sick.

There was a brief silence in the room.

"Mr. Dazai, I will take my leave."

After Atsushi Nakajima finished speaking, he withdrew his gaze and walked out, closing the door behind him intimately before leaving.

He didn't smile, but his eyebrows were stretched, and he didn't look in a bad mood.

[I know, you are Mr. Dazai, because——]

[You are by his side. ]