The whole of Yokohama thought we were together

Osamu Dazai pushed open the iron door and walked in.

"Mr. Dazai!" Atsushi Nakajima trotted over, "Why are you here? What's the matter?"

Osamu Dazai didn't deny it: "Did you tell the dean about meeting me in the cafe before?"

Atsushi Nakajima was stunned for a moment, and after reacting for a while, he realized that the dean he was talking about was Mr. Mori, so he nodded: "I said... But Mr. Mori seems to have known it a long time ago, and he didn't have much reaction when I said it .”

"Yeah." Osamu Dazai didn't seem surprised either. He glanced at the children who were looking at them curiously, and said to Atsushi Nakajima, "I have something to do with your dean."

"Oh... oh, then I'll take you there."

After Atsushi Nakajima finished speaking, he was about to turn around and lead the way. A child next to him called him. He let the children play by themselves first, and then took Osamu Dazai to the corridor of the orphanage and walked deep into the corridor.

The boy's figure was tall and straight, and the fluff on the top of the black clothes almost blended with the white hair, reminiscent of the unmelted snow outside the orphanage, cold but clean.

Osamu Dazai looked at him, and suddenly spoke, very softly, "...Dun-kun."

The other party stopped almost instantly, turned around, lowered his head and said respectfully: "Mr. Dazai."

Osamu Dazai's eyes fell on his slightly lowered head, he didn't speak,

"... Mr. Dazai?"

After not hearing anything for a long time, Atsushi Nakajima couldn't help but look up, but saw that the other party had already turned his eyes away, looking at a room in front of him.

"The dean's office, this is it." Dazai Osamu walked past him, "I'll just go in by myself, thanks."

Atsushi Nakajima nodded blankly, watching him knock on the door, and a familiar "come in" came from inside.

Osamu Dazai turned the doorknob and pushed the door open. The person behind the desk looked up at the same moment. When their eyes met, Osamu Dazai smiled slightly: "Long time no see, Mr. Mori."

There are not many furnishings in the office, and you can see it all at a glance. There is a sofa that can seat three people on the side, and there are two bookcases on both sides of the desk facing the door. After a cursory scan, you can see a lot of medical books.

There is a window behind the desk, and the daylight shines in through the window, making the whole room look bright and transparent.

The girl in the room stared at him with wide eyes, and the body that was originally sitting on the desk tilted and almost fell.

Compared with her, Mori Ogai was much calmer.

His expression didn't even seem to change, only his eyes quietly stayed on Dazai Osamu's face for a long time, as if he was distinguishing, or missing something.

After a while, he finally raised his eyebrows and smiled slowly.

"It's been a long time."

Osamu Dazai walked in and closed the door with his hands behind him. Instead of reminiscing about the past, he asked instead: "The president of the Armed Detective Agency invited me to join them. Did you do it?"

Mori Ogai had no pressure to change the subject, and said immediately after hearing the words: "A few days ago, a boy from a detective agency came to Jun Jun and said that the man in black appeared. At that time, Jun Jun was not there, so the news reached me gone."

He spread his hands, with a hint of "nothing to do with him", "I was afraid that if I didn't know the news, it would cause some trouble here, so I talked to the president of the detective agency. Maybe there was some misunderstanding in his speech. , Your current situation has nothing to do with me."

Osamu Dazai lowered his eyes and smiled, noncommittal.

He originally thought that he would be invited because of the recommendation of Oda Sakunosuke, but he didn't realize that there was another person involved in this matter until that person denied it himself.

Although the information on "Osamu Dazai" obtained from the supernatural agent department is not detailed, but combined with Atsushi Nakajima's words, he can easily guess who this person is.

Now, what the other party seemed to deny, actually confirmed his thoughts.

[In the end, is it because of that person...]

Seeing that he didn't speak, Mori Ogai sighed helplessly: "So? Dazai-kun, at this point, you should explain why you are here. Is there something that needs my elders to help, or maybe you are out of business. what is the problem?"

Osamu Dazai raised his eyes and glanced at him, his tone was not warm: "Elder? I'm not interested in playing house games with people I don't know well."

Hearing this, Mori Ogai was stunned for a moment, but he was not angry, but thought deeply: "I am somewhat familiar with your attitude... a bit like, when you were 14 years old, I just rescued you... "

When he said this, he paused, "Dazai-kun, don't you have amnesia?"

"Why must I be him?" Osamu Dazai asked rhetorically.

Mori Ogai didn't speak for a while, he looked at Osamu Dazai carefully for a while, as if he was observing something.

After a while, he pointed to the chair opposite his desk, "Sit down first, I think you should have a lot to know."

Osamu Dazai walked over straight without hesitation.

After sitting down, Alice poured him a glass of water, then put her arms on the table, looked at him curiously, but said to another person: "Rintaro, has he really lost his memory?"

"If Dazai-kun says it's not." Mori Ogai looked at her with a smile, "Okay, little Alice, let's get down to business."

"I'm not interested!"

Alice straightened up, snorted, turned and walked out of the office with her hips akimbo.

She left quickly, and after the door closed again, Osamu Dazai looked at him inexplicably: "What do you mean by 'I say no'?"

Mori Ogai pushed the documents on the table aside, and put on a posture of "talking with each other".

Hearing Dazai Osamu's words, he was not in a hurry to answer, but instead asked leisurely:

"Didn't Dazai-kun come to ask about my past with that person to help him distinguish?"

He laughed: "I can tell you, Dazai-kun, but—"

"Maybe you won't get the conclusion you want."

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The girl came from the corner of the corridor, her long hair was scattered on the kimono, and the cuffs were still tied behind her back, as if she rushed over before finishing her work.

There was no expression on her face, but after seeing the figure not far in front, her cold brows still subconsciously eased.

Atsushi Nakajima turned back when he heard footsteps, and said in a gentle voice, "Xiao Jinghua, why are you here?"

"Alice said, you've been standing here for a long time." Quan Jinghua walked up to him, glanced at the door of the dean's office, his face was not expressive, "Is there a guest?"

"Well, it's... Mr. Dazai."

Seeing that his expression was wrong, Quan Jinghua was a little confused: "What's wrong?"

"Mr. Dazai called my name before going in, but I always feel," Atsushi Nakajima frowned slightly, "the tone is a bit strange."

In fact, Izumi Kyoka didn't care about Mr. Dazai in his mouth. Rather, she was not interested in anyone except Atsushi Nakajima, so when Atsushi Nakajima said that, she didn't even want to understand "why?" Strange" desire |, she is more concerned about another thing.

"Will it put you in danger?"

Atsushi Nakajima seemed to have known that he would say that, and showed a soothing expression: "No, don't worry, Xiao Jinghua——Actually, I am a little worried about Mr. Dazai."

Quan Jinghua nodded slightly.

Since she wouldn't threaten Atsushi Nakajima, she didn't mind being a listener.

"Although I can be sure that this Mr. Dazai must be the Mr. Dazai I know, but I don't know why he refuses to admit it, and if I think about it carefully," Atsushi Nakajima hesitated, "Mr. Dazai has actually changed a little bit. .”

Quan Jinghua looked at him: "Good or bad?"

"Hmm..." Atsushi Nakajima pondered, inadvertently lowered his eyes, but saw a little bit of white face stained under the forehead of the other party.

He couldn't help laughing, "Why did you put flour on your hair?"

Nakajima Atsushi raised his hand to wipe off the flour on her forehead, seeing a hint of annoyance flash across Izumi Kyoka's expression very quickly.

"I just made octopus balls with the children, and I endured it for a long time."

"Huh?" Atsushi Nakajima was puzzled, "What is it?"

"Resist not to kill them." Quan Jinghua said lightly.

Atsushi Nakajima: "..."

Quan Jinghua continued: "Especially when they want to fight with flour."

Atsushi Nakajima was a little dumbfounded after hearing this, but after calming down and thinking about it, Kyoka has actually done a good job.

When I first arrived at the orphanage, those brats started to make trouble, which made Jinghua uncontrollably show her abilities, but now her temper has improved a lot.

[If this is the bright place Mr. Dazai said, aren’t we all slowly walking towards the light? ]

Atsushi Nakajima put down Izumi Kyoka's sleeves and helped her tidy up, but he couldn't help thinking.

[… Mr. Dazai, is it the same? ]

Just as he was thinking this way, the door of the office suddenly opened. Nakajima Atsushi heard the sound and saw Osamu Dazai coming out from the inside. His movements were a little big, and he seemed to be in a bad mood.

Immediately afterwards, Mori Ogai's voice came from afar from inside.

"Dazai-kun, after all, why must you not be 'him'?"

Osamu Dazai paused, but didn't look back.

There was a little smile in Mori Ogai's voice: "Dazai-kun, you actually know who you are better than anyone else, don't you?"

Dazai lowered his head.

The drooping forehead covered his face with a shadow. Atsushi Nakajima couldn't see his expression, but he instinctively felt that the other party's mood didn't "seem" to be bad, but very bad.

Thick negative emotions wrapped around him like a wave, and then spread out little by little. The depressive feeling made Atsushi Nakajima feel like he was suffocating.

"What's so good about him?"

Osamu Dazai suddenly and slowly said word for word at this moment:

"If it's good enough, he won't throw it all away."

Osamu Dazai walked out, and a boy not far away called his name, he stubbornly refused to turn back, and refused to stay, he could only hear his own voice, repeating it over and over again——

[I am not him. ]