Dazai said he wanted to marry me after amnesia

Kotoko Iwanaga lay on Dazai Osamu's body, holding on to the last bit of consciousness, and pressed her face against his chest, feeling the warm heartbeat below.

It's neither fast nor slow, but it's the proof of being alive.

Mr. Dazai can control the heartbeat, and he can also make the biological signal become similar to that of a sleeping person.

There is no heartbeat,? So disappointed.

"Mr. Dazai."

"Ok?"

"Thank you tonight..."

Thinking that he was with her from beginning to end, the mood was soothed, Yan Yongqinzi's voice was muffled.

"I agree with you...sometimes people are scarier than lions, crocodiles, and dragons."*

Treat life as a plaything, and play with it wantonly.

Not even monsters can do such a cruel thing.

Consciousness is becoming more and more blurred, as if separated from the outside world by a layer of tulle.

Covering the back of her head with one hand, the movement was gentle.

"Thanks for your hard work."

"See all,? Your efforts to maintain order."

Is it really Mr. Dazai,? Will he talk to himself with such a gentle voice.

still have a question.

"Mr. Dazai, why... did I make you feel so insecure..."

Without time to think, Kotoko Iwanaga fell asleep.

"It's not your fault."

Dazai Osamu's gentle voice seemed to be blocked.

"it's me……"

Fell asleep.

No matter breathing, heartbeat, pulse all confirm this.

The world - finally quiet!

Osamu Dazai supported Kotoko Iwanaga with one hand, half sat up, and adjusted his posture by bending his numb legs so that the girl could nestle more comfortably in his arms.

The other hand covered his hot cheek, and moaned/groans that seemed to be crying and laughing came out from between his fingers.

It's just... too bad...

Something is getting out of hand.

half an hour.

Osamu Dazai lowered his head, looked at Kotoko Iwanaga's cute sleeping face after falling asleep, and slowly stretched out his hand...

When he was about to touch the opponent's cheek, he paused with his fingertips.

It seems that I dare not, and it seems that I am struggling in my heart.

Finally he took this step.

——He touched Iwanaga Kotoko's cheek with his hand, and squeezed it in revenge.

"Well……"

Iwanaga Kotoko frowned, feeling uncomfortable in her sleep.

She hugged Dazai Osamu's palm unconsciously, rubbing her cheek.

"Mr. Dazai..."

"!"

Osamu Dazai withdrew his hand as if he had been scalded.

He looked at his hands and sighed.

Why would he do such a childish move? Has he been led astray.

Sure enough, childishness is contagious, just like stupidity is contagious!

Osamu Dazai thought for a moment, took off his coat to wrap around a sleeping guy, and hugged her princess.

It's a small one, and it didn't weigh much on the body before.

He returned to the ground with Iwanaga Kotoko.

They were the last to come out.

Iwanaga Kotoko had told everyone not to wait for them, she wanted to live a two-person world with Mr. Dazai.So there was no one outside, and everyone left.

There are still a few hours until dawn.

The moon was covered by clouds, and there was no light anywhere.

The night wind blows, and the woods rustle, like ghosts with countless figures swaying.

Dazai stood silently for a moment.

"Ready?"

Countless men in black appeared in the woods.

"Yes, Mr. Dazai."

The car was coming, its headlights lighting up the darkness.

Osamu Dazai pulled down Kotoko Iwanaga's beret as if nothing had happened, to block the light, and raised his leg to go.

"Let's go then."

At this time, he was no longer a teenager troubled by the throbbing sensation he had never felt before, but the black ghost of the port black/hand/party.

Walking in the dark, covered with blood.

The subordinates naturally saw the person in his arms, but they dared not ask more because of his imposing manner.

Only Kimura approached cheerfully.

"Master Dazai, aren't you tired of holding him like this, how about I hold it for you?"

"Can you say that again."

Kimura didn't hear the threatening meaning, and was still wondering why Mr. Dazai was deaf.

"I said, how about I hold it for you..."

Osamu Dazai suddenly raised his leg and kicked him hard in the stomach!

"Ow—"

Kimura wailed, and Kimura fell to the ground.

"If you can't move your hands, I will let you taste the taste of fists and bullets."

Osamu Dazai walked past him.

Kimura clutched his stomach and curled up on the ground like a shrimp.

Help, why is Dazai-sama in a bad mood when he quarrels with his girlfriend, but he is still in a bad mood when he reconciles with his girlfriend!

Teenagers are too difficult to understand!

Osamu Dazai took Iwanaga Kotoko to the back seat.

Put her down first, then sit in and let her pillow on your lap.

The knee pillow that Kotoko Iwanaga wanted came true in her sleep.

No, perhaps it should be said that I missed it in my sleep.

If this guy knew about it, he would definitely make a fuss again.

Thinking of such a scene, Osamu Dazai couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips, which were quickly flattened by him.

The driver watched his words and expressions, and knew that Mr. Dazai's children could not be disturbed at this time, so he drove steadily.

Dazai put his hand on his lap.The tip of Yan Yongqinzi's hair brushed against the back of his hand from time to time, and the slight bump of the car intensified the itching.

Like a feather sweeping across the heart.

Kotoko Iwanaga's hair was a lighter chestnut color than his, and it was fluffy and fluffy.

Osamu Dazai twirled a strand of hair with his fingertips, muttering to himself.

"Still awake...you trust me that much?"

"Take Miss Qinzi to sell, you should be able to make a lot of money."

Kimura, who was sitting in the co-pilot, couldn't help peeping from the rearview mirror.

Dazai-sama, I've never seen you like this, smiling softly while saying you're going to sell someone out.

It is not uncommon for Osamu Dazai to look gentle.

For example, the more deaths he inflicts on his enemies, the softer he will smile.

But that's all false.

Out of a sick emotion, not from the heart.

It's different now.

It's so tender that it's not like water, that tender emotion is very light, like ice and snow melting.

But it can be seen that it is from the heart, wanting to like, love, and even a sense of unskilled clumsiness.

Is this really Mr. Dazai?

The temperature in the cabin plummeted.

Kimura was caught off guard and met Dazai Osamu's eyes.

"Look at what."

His superior's tone was icy.

Kimura covered his face, and Kimura howled.

Mr. Dazai, I'm really not looking at your girlfriend!

You don't need to be so nervous!

I feel like I'm being targeted by my boss, and I feel like I won't survive tonight.

Fortunately, the colleague rescued him at this moment.

"Mr. Dazai."

The driver said calmly: "That person has arrived."

Osamu Dazai showed a deathly smile.

"very good."

San'in area, hot spring town.

Unlike the urban area that never sleeps, most households in this block are asleep.

clinic.

The doors and windows are closed.The gap between the curtains on the second floor was dark, and the couple should be sleeping.

The bodyguard stumbled into the yard and knocked down several potted plants.He was in a panic, holding a grenade in his hand.

After being knocked out by Verlaine and woke up, he took advantage of the crowd and escaped.

N's final instruction to him was to kill the couple in the clinic.

If they hadn't reminded Yan Yong Qinzi, how would she have thought of the Institute!

It's all their fault!

There was hatred in the bodyguard's eyes.

He hooked the ring of the grenade and was about to pull it away when a bullet hit the back of his hand.

The bodyguard made a pained sound.The grenade fell to the ground.

The gun was fitted with a suppressor, and no shots were heard.

--Who? !

Footsteps from far to near.

The cloud parted, revealing the blood moon behind it.

The deserted moonlight also illuminated the boy's face.

The bodyguard's expression twisted for a moment.

"It's you?!"

Realizing he was surrounded, he gritted his teeth.

"This matter has nothing to do with the port gang/hand/party, right?!"

Osamu Dazai tilted his head, showing a thoughtful look that made his teeth itch.

"Well... If you really want to say, yes."

It's the parent of the hat rack, after all.

But in this way, wouldn't it be that he came here specially to protect Chuya's parents?

No, no, this is not okay, it makes me sick to think about it!

Tell Zhong also, find your parents, and tell him that your parents are gone.

That's in line with his bad taste.

But...

Osamu Dazai raised his chin slightly, feeling the flow of the night wind.

His powers of observation are much sharper than ordinary people.

After staying with Qinzi for a long time, he can barely judge whether there are monsters around through the subtle difference in airflow.

Like now.

He could sense monsters lurking around the yard.

It should be that Qinzi was worried that the enemy would attack the couple, so it had been arranged long ago.

That's right, what he can think of, Qinzi can think of too.

So it's a pity that I can't tease Zhongye like that.

"Although Qinzi has her way of dealing with you, I really want to do it myself."

Osamu Dazai's pupils were dull, filled with the breath of death.

"After all, you secretly wanted to kill her several times."

Even if there is a protective act, it is only for the purpose of not being suspected as a bodyguard.

So, it's for Ms. Yan Yong, to help her do the best aftermath?

Bodyguard: "I don't know when you have such a good relationship with her."

Knowing that he was doomed tonight, he simply released all his malice.

"During the time Miss Yan Yong was hospitalized due to a car accident, you never visited her once?"

"She has poor legs and feet, and she comes to Yokohama to look for you again and again. Every time you avoid her, do you know how sad she is? No matter how optimistic and strong she is, she is still a girl who needs care!"

"Usually talk coldly to Ms. Yanyong, and ignore her. Now tell me, you are here to help her?"

"Don't laugh your ass off! If you really want to be nice to her, you can tell her face to face, what is this?!"

Osamu Dazai did not speak, his expression hidden in the shadows.

On his side, his fists were slowly clenched, trembling faintly.

"Hehe, I forgot, killing machines like you want to walk in the sun with Ms. Yan Yong? Are you worthy?"

Finally, he raised his hand as the bodyguard grinned the most viciously.

The muzzle sparks flew.

The bodyguard's body was shaking like a marionette, was beaten into a honeycomb, and fell to the ground.

"Clean up."

Dazai ordered.

The subordinates acted quickly, removing the corpses, cleaning up the blood, and even repairing the potted plants and lawn as before.

Osamu Dazai glanced at the window on the second floor, then turned and left.