Simulate the operation of Beebo Street

Dazai, whose world view was impacted, sat down on the edge of the tatami, grabbed the pillow and hugged it in his arms, staring at Sakamoto to see what else he could do.

Then I found that even the inner core of the pillow was changed, it was soft and dry, and there was no moisture after a rainy day.

After a whole afternoon of hard work, Sakamoto's waist was still straight, his expression was still calm, and when he stretched out his long arms, the old canvas that was used as a bathing partition was completely pulled away.

"I checked it just now, and there is still a lot of room for improvement in this part. Please stay calm, and you can use the restroom again in 10 minutes."

"10 minutes?"

Dazai, who sat cross-legged on the bed, watched Sakamoto roll up his sleeves and start a new round of overhaul, subconsciously glanced at his watch, and murmured.

"Secret Technique: Waste Recycling"!

Sakamoto disappeared outside the house in the blink of an eye. After a crackling noise, he returned to the bathroom with a large bucket of cement and a large bag of tile fragments.

After a few strokes of cement, the wall was covered with cement, covering the mildew spots left by long-term water vapor erosion and the raised spots on the paint surface, and then the crackling sound was Sakamoto pasting broken tiles of different colors on the wall, The hands are almost gone.

Geometric patterns spread from the corners of the bathroom, gradually covering the entire wall.

The most amazing thing is that the pieces of broken tiles of different colors and shapes fit together flawlessly, maintaining the same width spacing!No matter from which aspect you appreciate it, you will not think that this is an impromptu work, which is clearly a carefully crafted mosaic art!

Sakamoto shuttled back and forth in the room with chic movements and quick postures. In order to catch his trajectory, Dazai kept turning his head back and forth.The renovation project done by him alone brought Dazai a dizzying visual experience.

After laying the tiles, Sakamoto stood up straight and said to himself: "The solar water heater installed just now should be effective."

In the next second, he was already a few meters away, carrying a giant fish tank and kicked open the door of the container.

A fish tank with a length of 1.7 meters and a width of [-]?No matter how you look at it...

"It's a bathtub." Sakamoto said seriously, "The special breeding container for tropical fish has a constant temperature, so you can take a hot bath now."

With quick movements of his arms, the overflow pipe and drain pipe were installed and docked with the reserved pipe openings.

Dazai jumped off the bed and studied around the fish tank.

"This is good! I can experience the fun of entering the water without going out in the future." He managed to pull himself together, and finally showed a happy expression.

Except for the fact that the bathtub material is transparent, which is somewhat criticized, the rest of the parts are very suitable for Dazai's appetite.

Sakamoto did not answer the call. He was testing the water injection function, and there were only 10 minutes left before the 2 minutes he said.

The warm water source gradually filled the entire container, and the gurgling sound of running water echoed throughout the room first, and the shallow steam brought a quiet and comfortable atmosphere.

Dazai climbed into the fish tank without hesitation.

With a splash, the water splashed everywhere, he waved his hands and feet, lay flat happily in the bathtub, crossed his hands in front of his chest, and made a peaceful expression: "Goodbye, this world."

The white shirt billowed like a sail, rippling gracefully beneath the surface of the water.The long black hair on the front of the forehead floated freely like algae, bringing a sea monster-like charm to the young man's handsome and pale face.A number of small bubbles overflowed from the boy's lips, rising slowly, like his last kiss to the world.

"Dididi, click, zi—"

A strange voice sounded.

The water level dropped rapidly until the tip of Dazai's nose was exposed, and the warm water that filled the fish tank quickly drained away along the pipes to the depression outside the container.

Dazai opened his eyes in confusion:?

"This is the high-tech pressure sensor adjustment function that comes with the fish tank. If the contact area with the bottom is too large, it will automatically trigger the drainage function." Sakamoto pushed his glasses again, and looked back at Dazai who was staring at him in astonishment.

What the hell kind of function is this?

"cut!"

Dazai was so angry that he sat up from the fish tank, and wiped the water off his face casually.The picture-perfect young man under the water just now has turned into a wet and soaked chicken, with clothes sticking to his body, and bangs drooping listlessly between his brows.

"Sakamoto-kun, sometimes I wonder if you did it on purpose."

"What on purpose?"

Sakamoto-kun turned around smartly, holding a tray from nowhere in his hand, which contained a dry towel that was as white as new.

"Please enjoy."

"..." Dazai tore off the towel viciously, and began to roughly rub his wet hair.

On the desk, the stopwatch used for the countdown clicked softly, 10 minutes, no more than a second, no less.

The bathroom remodel is complete.

"By the way, I found an LCD TV with the button off at the furniture waste yard on the edge of the industrial waste yard. It can be used if it is repaired a little bit. In addition, the container on the left seems to be empty. If you use it, it can be used as a living room... Dazai, are you asleep?"

"Thank you, thank you so much... Today's working hours are over, aren't you? You should go back early! Please! I will definitely give you a good review!" Dazai said in a sleepy voice, covering his eyes with his arm.

"Even if I ask for leave tomorrow, I have to finish all of these."

Sakamoto said firmly.

There was silence in the air for a while, Dazai finally stopped struggling, as calm as a dead fish.

"Is there any point in doing this?"

The young but indifferent voice of a teenager who lacked ups and downs asked.

"These, and these, kitschy decorations, superfluous furniture." He raised his finger, pointing to the wall decorated with small light bulbs emitting a warm glow.

"To a suicidalist, these are meaningless - they will be left here with the death of the owner, as a relatively inconspicuous piece of garbage in the scrap yard, that's all."

"I am destined to stay in the world for a short time. No matter how good the room is, how comfortable the residence is, it is just a lodging."

He turned off the ceiling lights, table lamps and decorative lights in the room one by one, and pulled up the blackout curtains, allowing the room to return to the familiar darkness.

"Everywhere is absurd and false...Even light can be faked, so what is real in the world? At least I am not a moth, spending my life for false light and heat." He chuckled lightly, "Sakamoto-kun, if I If you think your modifications are superfluous, everything you do is meaningless.”

"Are you thinking about meaning?" Sakamoto replied in the darkness, "I never think about meaning, I just do it when I want to. Every day must be perfect. Everything must be perfect. This is the mystery of Sakamoto."

"I think the most important thing to consider right now is that the industrial LOFT style must be matched with transparent lighting."

Sakamoto groped his way to the door, reached out and grabbed a chain hanging in mid-air, and pulled it down hard.

It seems that the mechanism of the music box was touched, the mysterious instrument started to work, and there were strange movements in the darkness.

The sound of gears turning, the sound of steel cables colliding, and a jerky and heavy "squeak"——

The entire top ceiling is slowly stretched out one by one, like a sail.

First a gap was revealed, and then a whole majestic sky before sunset intertwined with orange-pink clouds.

The closed container suddenly turned into an opened gift box, the fresh wind eagerly swept away the stuffy air, and the light slammed into the room intensely, tearing the last dark corner to pieces.The colorful sunset is like printing and dyeing silk, covering everything with a fairy-tale color.

Dazai, who was half dry but not wet, raised his head blankly, looking at the sunny sky after the rain, and at Sakamoto in front of him looking into the distance.

His figure was like a dream under the setting sun, as if exuding a halo.There was no wrinkle or dust in the smooth clothes and pants, and the coat was casually placed on his shoulders, fluctuating slightly with the wind.

Sakamoto turned his head towards him, his high browbones and bridge of nose cast a deep silhouette.He even slightly bent one leg - perfect endingpose!

Elegant, unrestrained, cool, everything is perfect, this is Sakamoto, a god-like man with no supernatural powers.

Dazai's whole body was shrouded in light, and he was suddenly exposed to the sun from a dark place, almost unable to open his eyes. He felt the warm temperature on his body, and showed a rare expression of bewilderment.

Then he sneezed six times in a row.

At the same time, in the billiards bar in the evening.

"So, what is today's theme? Can someone answer me?" Zhong impatiently flicked the yellow billiard ball marked No. 1 with his finger.

The ball rolled straight forward, collided crisply with the red billiard ball marked No. 5, and then slowly stayed on the side.

And the bastards opposite him were still winking at each other and showing hateful smiles, but refused to speak.

There are ghosts, there are definitely ghosts.

Zhong, who was secretly vigilant, also moved back a step.

But it was too late.

"Yo! Chuya!" The fool bird hooked Chuya's arm to prevent him from escaping, "Don't rush away, you are the protagonist tonight!"

"What are you planning to do?"

"Just a friendly greeting."

"Small chat, it's chat."

"That's right."

"..." Zhong didn't struggle seriously for a while and didn't break free, so he didn't continue to move, but just glanced at everyone with distrust.

In the end, the public relations officer coughed lightly and got straight to the point: "Zhongye, so far, how far have you and the shopkeeper progressed?"