There's always someone who thinks about my vests and they're fighting

Yokohama.game city.

"Odasaku! Left! Quick!" Osamu Dazai stared at the screen.

"Here we come." Oda Sakunosuke spoke relatively slowly, but the movements of his hands were not slow at all.

"Hurry up!... Oh! We won!" Dazai Osamu looked excited, and his kite-colored eyes looked at Oda Sakunosuke, "Wow, that's amazing! Oda Saku you used to really Have you never played this game?"

"No." Oda Sakunosuke said flatly.

Oda Sakunosuke was just an ordinary killer in the past. He either exercised or killed people every day. He didn't have much awareness of leisure and entertainment in his mind. So even though he was 17 years old, this was the first time he came into contact with such things as games.

"Then you must have activated the supernatural ability quietly, right?" Osamu Dazai changed his guess.

Oda Sakunosuke showed a suddenly realized expression: "Oh, so my supernatural ability can still be used here? I see, Dazai."

"Eh?" Osamu Dazai's gaze was dull for a moment: How could there be such a natural person in the world?As expected of Odasaku, he was invulnerable to some extent.

but……

"Yeah——no way~" Osamu Dazai shook his index finger up and down, and expressed his refusal in a drawn-out voice coquettishly. He suddenly grabbed Oda Sakunosuke's wrist, "It's boring to play games that are too easy to win. Oda You are not allowed to cheat, and I will drag you into the next game."

"Oh, good." Oda Sakunosuke responded subconsciously, and after he finished speaking, he paused, a little embarrassed: one-handed operation, at present, it seems a bit difficult.

Forget it, give it a try, as long as Dazai is happy.

After half an hour.

"Oh! I won again! That's amazing, Oda Saku!" Dazai Osamu let go of Oda Sakunosuke's wrist, his kite-colored eyes sparkled, and he applauded sincerely.

Oda Sakunosuke looked up at the time, and said seriously: "At this speed, we may not be able to visit Yokohama today."

Osamu Dazai was stunned for a moment, and said with a smile: "It's okay, Mr. Shopkeeper has a little secret that we don't want us to find out. We will definitely have more and more holidays in the future, and we can continue shopping at any time."

"That's it..." Oda Sakunosuke was thoughtful: If I have more vacations, should I be ready to write a novel?

"What are you thinking, Oda Saku? Let's go, let's go to the next destination, the playground!" Dazai Osamu excitedly pulled Oda Sakunosuke out.

...Forget it, let's talk about the novel later.

Oda Sakunosuke put his novel writing plan back in line with peace of mind. At this time, Dazai Osamu did not know that the day before he became the first reader of Oda Sakunosuke began to be postponed indefinitely, because the man beside him had already Started the self-cultivation of pigeon essence.

However, this is not surprising, after all, the essence of a writer is a pigeon spirit.

These are not mentioned for now.

After visiting the amusement park, the sky gradually darkened.Osamu Dazai couldn't help his curiosity, and went to taste Oda Sakunosuke's favorite spicy curry with Oda Sakunosuke.

Then--

"Is this something that humans can really eat?" Osamu Dazai opened his mouth and tried to inhale, showing a skeptical expression, "I suspect that this is not curry at all, but fresh magma. Uncle should change the name of the store It should be a 'volcanic eruption-style spicy magma'."

"Didn't Xiaozhi persuade you not to order extra spicy when you come here before? I have been here for so many years, and few customers dare to order extra spicy." The curry uncle said cheerfully, "Speaking of which, Xiaozhi is The most spicy people I've ever met."

Oda Sakunosuke silently handed over a glass of ice water: "If you can't take it, don't eat it."

"Ah, I'm alive." Osamu Dazai gulped down half a glass of water, exhaled softly, and suddenly stuffed another mouthful of curry rice into his mouth, and said vaguely, "It's just spicy curry, um, I must eat it all!"

15 minute later.

"I can't, I can't, Odasaku, I can't do it..." Osamu Dazai lay weakly on the table, wailing softly, his lips were red from the heat, and he stuck out a small piece of tongue, trying to make the extremely irritating hot pepper on the tip of his tongue Self-volatile, those iris-colored eyes appear out of focus, like a salted fish that has lost its dream.

"Is there any milk?" Oda Sakunosuke asked the curry uncle.

"Some are in the refrigerator in the back kitchen. I'll get them for you."

After a while, Osamu Dazai drank the milk to suppress the spiciness, jumped up and down again, and suddenly said, "It's so spicy that people are on the verge of death, and it's quite enjoyable."

Oda Sakunosuke took the empty cup from Dazai Osamu and returned it to the curry uncle: "Thank you uncle."

Next time you eat spicy curry, remember to prepare milk for Dazai in advance.

Oda Sakunosuke silently recorded it in the memo in his mind.

"Let's go, Odasaku, let's go for a walk to digest food."

"it is good."

The sky is dark, under the street lights.

Oda Sakunosuke suddenly stopped and looked in a certain direction.

"What's the matter? Oda Tsukuru." Dazai Osamu asked curiously.

"There seems to be the cry of a child." Oda Sakunosuke said uncertainly.

Osamu Dazai was thoughtful: "That direction, I remember it seems to be a slum, right? Let's go, Oda, let's go and have a look."

"Okay." Oda Sakunosuke quickened his pace and walked over.

In the corner, a thin girl sobbed softly, making a low whimpering sound, like a wounded animal.

The crying little girl looked only seven or eight years old. Oda Sakunosuke hesitated and asked softly, "Do you need help?"

When the little girl found someone approaching, she tried her best to stop her sobbing, and stared at them vigilantly. Unfortunately, her eyes were red, like a bunny, not only had no deterrent effect, but looked very cute.

Oda Sakunosuke stood far away and did not approach her, trying to make her feel a little safe in this way.

Osamu Dazai would not be so considerate, he has already leaned forward with great interest: "Hey, little sister, why are you crying here alone? Let me guess... Obviously it looks very weak, there is not even a finger on the finger You can live in a slum without cocoons, if you don’t have superpowers, someone must protect you, right? The reason why you cry is because something happened to the person who protected you, and you are very worried, right?”

The little girl couldn't help but want to retreat, but there was a wall behind her, and there was no way to retreat, so she had to lean against the wall: "You, do you know me?"

"Of course—" Osamu Dazai dragged out his voice, "—I don't know you."

Osamu Dazai said with a smile: "So, I guessed it right, so what happened to the person who protected you? Injured? Ill? ... Oh, it's sick. Is that person your family? Let me Continue to guess, it must be a very stubborn person, very strong, even if you are sick, you will support yourself silently, and you will not be allowed to ask for help. You are anxious and worried, but you dare not disobey that person, so you have to be alone People secretly hide and cry, vent their emotions. Let me think, well, that person is your brother, am I right?"

Osamu Dazai looked at the little girl with a smile.

"You, you..." The little girl looked up at this peer who was not much taller than herself, with a hesitant and expectant expression, and asked eagerly, "You really don't know me?"

"Yeah, yeah, actually, you want me to help you?" Dazai Osamu looked at the little girl with a smile, "For Odasaku's sake, it's not impossible, but, your brother might be very upset. Be happy."

"No, it's okay." The little girl mustered up her courage, "My brother is very sick, please help me."

"Did you trust me so quickly? Aren't you afraid that I'm actually a bad person?" Osamu Dazai suddenly asked expressionlessly.

The little girl was startled at first, then froze for a moment, smiled and shook her head: "I'm not afraid, the bad guys are not like you."

Osamu Dazai's face collapsed: "Tch."

The little girl was a little overwhelmed.

Fortunately, Oda Sakunosuke stepped forward to rescue her in time, and Oda Sakunosuke's tone was gentle and flat: "Let's go, let's go see your brother."

5 minute later.

In a temporary shelter made of broken bricks and tiles.

The chaotic thatch covered the body of a boy whose face was flushed with burns. This is a boy with a very distinctive appearance.

The boy looked younger than Osamu Dazai, his eyebrows were so light that they were almost invisible, his short black hair looked a little messy, the two strands of hair hanging from his temples were slightly longer, and the ends of his hair showed a gradual white color .

"Brother!" The little girl couldn't help shouting.

"Silver..." The boy was a little fuzzy, but when he heard his sister's voice, he still managed to open his eyes. He noticed that there were two strangers beside his sister, and immediately became vigilant, "Who are you? Stay away, sister!"

Hearing this, Osamu Dazai purposely moved to the little girl's side, and provocatively smiled: "But no—what can you do?"

"Rashomon!" The young man glared at Osamu Dazai viciously, and let out a low cry, his black coat turned into a little black beast, attacking Osamu Dazai.

Osamu Dazai stretched out his hand calmly, and the moment the little black beast touched his palm, it collapsed and disappeared, and the black coat fell lightly on the ground.

"You—" The boy's eyes widened in disbelief.

"Hey——" Dazai Osamu glanced at the black coat that fell on the ground, his eyes were a little disgusted, and he couldn't help making a mocking voice, "This is your supernatural power? What do you mean by 'Rashomon', it is obviously black lacquer A painted Chihuahua... Tch, I hate dogs the most."

"You are not allowed to insult my supernatural power... Cough cough!" The boy coughed violently halfway through his words.

"Dazai." Oda Sakunosuke grabbed Dazai Osamu and shook his head at him.

Osamu Dazai closed his mouth unwillingly.

"Brother!" The little girl hurriedly picked up the coat that fell on the ground, patted it clean, put it on the boy carefully, and explained to him, "Don't worry, they are here to help us."

The young man coughed a little out of breath, but still firmly refused: "I don't need help!"

"Is it really necessary? You look like you are going to die of illness. If you die, your sister will be left alone." Osamu Dazai reminded kindly.

"You don't need to worry about the next thing..." The boy suddenly rolled his eyes and passed out.

Oda Sakunosuke, who appeared behind the boy at some point, calmly withdrew the knife in his hand. Seeing the other two people looking at him in shock, Oda Sakunosuke thought about it, and explained seriously: "He needs to be treated as soon as possible."

Osamu Dazai couldn't help laughing: Oda Saku, it's a bit naturally dark unexpectedly.

However, Osamu Dazai soon stopped laughing.

Sakunosuke Oda carried the fainted boy on his back, lowered his head and asked the little girl, "Do you want to go together? I'll take him to see a doctor."

"Yes!" The little girl nodded desperately and said gratefully, "Thank you!"

Osamu Dazai stared at the boy lying on Oda Sakunosuke's back in disbelief: Unexpectedly, unexpectedly...

Odasaku never carried me on his back!

Very good, dark Chihuahua, I remember you!