The whole of Yokohama thought we were together

This person was none other than the "patient" whom Oda Sakunosuke had been looking for for a long time.

After the other party finished speaking the sentence just now in a slow and straightforward manner, he leaned back on the chair as if he had no bones, and his eyes were lazily placed on him, as if he had completely lost the previous defense and indifference.

For a moment, Oda Sakunosuke suddenly had the illusion of being in a dream.

However, the next moment, the other party's gaze slipped from his face and landed on his waist, "The detective is still equipped with gun|arms?"

Oda Sakunosuke woke up like a dream, subconsciously put his hand on the holster, and touched the water stain that was still wet.

"This is mine." He glanced down, then turned the conversation back when he looked up, "Isn't your coat the one in the water?"

The young man didn't care about him changing the subject, and replied: "Before you came here, it belonged to the boy who wanted to commit suicide."

As he spoke, his eyes drifted to the shore, but he suddenly raised his eyebrows: "Oh, the person you rescued ran away."

Oda Sakunosuke also looked over.

I saw that the boy woke up at some point, didn't say anything to the two of them, got up from the ground, and staggered away from here. The seawater dripping from his body formed a continuous water stain on the ground. , The water stains are more and less, which is obviously caused by the other party's lack of physical strength.

"You didn't stop him? I thought you'd just pick him up and bring him back to the detective agency."

Oda Sakunosuke felt complicated: "I'm not picked by everyone."

"Then what kind of people do you pick?" the young man asked.

"Orphans or people who accidentally fainted on the side of the road, help if you can, and it doesn't take much effort." Oda Sakunosuke thought for a while, and then said, "Besides, there has always been a spirit of protecting the people in the society. , even other people in the club will do the same.”

[What kind of vulgar speech from a good old man is this. ]

The young man sarcastically said mercilessly in his heart, but his face remained calm, he only blinked slowly, and said again: "If I can barely be counted as 'the person who accidentally fainted by the side of the road', Thank you for your help - but unfortunately, I'm a mafia who 'accidentally fainted by the side of the road'."

Oda Sakunosuke paused, and looking back, there was a sudden storm on the surface of the deep sea hidden in his heart, but at the same time, he also felt a strange feeling.

"Mister, it was a trouble for you to pick me up. Now that the trouble is gone, why are you chasing after me? And you jumped into the sea because of a piece of clothing. It's winter, and you don't think it's cold. Or do you say— —" The young man bent his lower lip without a smile, his tone was cold, "What do you want from me?"

The young man was still sitting there holding the book with the four big characters [Complete Suicide] on the cover, without even moving his posture.Oda Sakunosuke maintained his usual expressionless face and didn't answer, but secretly began to think.

From the time he saw the young man, the two had chatted a lot, but in retrospect, most of them were asked by the other party, and they seemed to be asking in a targeted manner.It's a pity that just now his thoughts were not focused on the conversation at all, and he didn't know whether the young man got what he wanted in such a short period of time.

However, it was precisely because of the young man's temptation that Oda Sakunosuke felt the urgency and anxiety buried under the questioning, and he came up with an idea out of thin air.

An idea that seemed groundless, yet convinced him.

"You..." Oda Sakunosuke looked at him, hesitated for a moment, and asked, "Actually, you don't know anything?"

The young man's back stiffened imperceptibly, and the hand holding the book was unconsciously clenched.

A look of disappointment flashed in Oda Sakunosuke's eyes very quickly, and the two of them fell silent at this moment.

But this silent atmosphere didn't last long, only the sound of "gurgling" came from the young man's abdomen, and before the young man had time to be embarrassed, he saw a gust of evil wind blowing over, Oda Sakunosuke and the dumbfounded man above his head Mao trembled for a moment, turned sideways and sneezed hard.

youth:"……"

Oda Sakunosuke: "..."

For a while, it was impossible to say who was worse off.

The young man thought for a while, stood up and looked at Oda Sakunosuke at the same level: "Well, if you treat me to a meal, I will give you the clothes."

"..." Oda Sakunosuke looked at the coat on his body, "This should be my clothes."

The young man stuffed the book into his trouser pocket, and sighed pretentiously: "In life, except for the soul, everything else is a foreign object, free to come and go, maybe it is your thing today, and it will be thrown away by you tomorrow." , but was picked up by passers-by and immediately owned."

Oda Sakunosuke didn't reply, it seems that he didn't believe the nonsense of this "passing person".

But in the end, Oda Sakunosuke agreed to his condition.

Taking this man all the way back to the building where the detective agency is located, it was not until standing in front of the cafe on the first floor that Oda Sakunosuke remembered to ask the other party for clothes to cover the pistol on his waist, but the young man seemed to know He was thinking about something, and before he could speak, he threw the clothes over.

Oda Sakunosuke was a little surprised, but the other party had already got into the cafe quickly.

It was morning at this time, there was no one in the cafe, and Oda Sakunosuke was not hungry after breakfast, so he just ordered a curry and two cups of coffee.

As soon as the young man sat down, he said, "It's not that I don't know anything, I just lost my memory."

Oda Sakunosuke: "...?"

He was leaning on the back of the sofa and was about to sit down, but the other party's words were astonishing, which directly made him freeze into a funny mummy.

The young man didn't seem to see his shock, and continued lightly: "But I still remember what my name is—"

His voice stopped at this moment, and then he picked up the note paper and pen on the side of the table, bowed his head and wrote a few words quickly, and handed it over.

"—Osamu Dazai."

The handwriting on the note paper is elegant, as if the person who wrote it didn't use much effort, but it is still very beautiful.

It's just that the other party's voice overlapped with the handwriting in front of him, and Oda Sakunosuke's heart suddenly set off a turbulent wave.

The things that he had already decided to let go in his heart stirred up again, and he didn't know whether he should say it or what to say.

Fortunately, at this time, the waiter brought up two cups of coffee, and the sound of the clinking of porcelain immediately brought him back to his thoughts.

Only then did Oda Sakunosuke recall slowly, the first sentence the other party said was - he lost his memory.

No matter what questions he had, he was destined not to get an answer.

...for a moment, I didn't know whether it was luck or misfortune.

Osamu Dazai lowered his head and sniffed the coffee in front of him, the bitter taste made him frown immediately.

He dragged the small porcelain bowl containing sugar cubes over and threw them into it one by one until the little bit on the mixing spoon made him feel less bitter, and then he stopped.

He took a sip of coffee, looked up and saw Oda Sakunosuke still pinching the note paper in thought, and said, "I don't know your name yet."

Oda Sakunosuke looked at him, thought for a while, and he also picked up a pen and wrote his name on the note paper.

Osamu Dazai took the post-it note he handed over, and saw that the other party's handwriting was quite different from his own, simple and neat, and it seemed that he had written it seriously.

After reading it, he held the spoon in his mouth and let out a "huh" without addressing him or expressing any opinions. It seemed that the words just came out casually, and he didn't care what kind of answer he got.

It was Oda Sakunosuke who thought of something first, and asked, "Since you don't remember, why do you know about the mafia and the detective agency?"

"I heard it." Osamu Dazai shrugged his shoulders. "The sound insulation in your meeting room is not very good. I can't even count it as eavesdropping. I can tell what you are talking about when I open my eyes."

Oda Sakunosuke was taken aback, and couldn't help but wondered if there was something wrong with the sound insulation effect of their detective agency, but why has no one discovered this before?

The waiter brought curry to the table, Osamu Dazai glanced at him: "I also want to ask you a question."

Oda Sakunosuke looked at him.

"Why on earth did you come out to find me?" Osamu Dazai said while dragging Curry in front of him, "Someone in your detective agency is right, if I really belong to the mafia, no matter what reason I appear here, It will be like a time|time|bomb|bomb to the detriment of the detective agency. In this situation, you still go to find me who left on my own, um...does it mean that we have some relationship that I have forgotten? "

Oda Sakunosuke lowered his eyes.

relation……

This is a wonderful question. How long has it been? When he sat up in his dream at midnight, he was also thinking about this question.

What kind of relationship is it that can make him the farewell target of that person before committing suicide, can make that person dream of him every day after death, can make a thorn grow in his heart, and every time he touches it, it will be thrilling.

It shouldn't be like this.

Before...he didn't know that person at all.

It took a long time before he heard his lips move slightly, and said slowly: "...it doesn't matter."

After a pause, he explained again: "I'm just worried...you will commit suicide too."

[Oh, it seems that he is a bad guy who can predict the future. ]

Osamu Dazai thought about it, and stuffed a mouthful of curry into his mouth.

The next moment, he felt that his evaluation of this person was too early!

A numbness and pain erupted in his mouth, and Dazai Osamu's eye sockets turned red in an instant. While quickly drawing paper, he swallowed the curry in his mouth for the sake of image, then poured coffee vigorously, and wiped away tears , very busy.

He felt a pain in his tongue, a sore throat, and even his stomach and stomach. In short, it was terribly painful.

[Who is it!How can I give the patient a spicy first meal after waking up!It's as hot as lava!Is this to directly help him fulfill his wish in this life!His life!absolute!I will not adopt such a painful method of death! ]

Oda Sakunosuke was stunned for a moment when he saw his reaction, but he quickly realized that the waiter asked for a glass of water and handed it to him.

Osamu Dazai took it and drank it down. After putting down the cup, he looked much better, but his eyes and nose were red. Looking at it, he seemed to be bullied.

Oda Sakunosuke felt a little sorry: "Can't you eat spicy food?"

Osamu Dazai looked at him and sneered: "Is this something normal people can eat?"

Abnormal Oda Sakunosuke: "..."

He wanted to say something more, but the mobile phone in his pocket suddenly rang. He walked to the side and answered the phone. After a while, he sat back and said, "I have an entrustment to do next..."

After a pause and hesitation for a moment, he still asked, "Do you... have any plans in the future?"

Hearing this, Osamu Dazai smiled indifferently: "Go and commit suicide."