I swept Yokohama with a vest

Dazai sat down at the table.

He lowered his eyes and watched the black-haired girl pull up the sleeves of her kimono and pour tea for him.

Judging from the smoothness of the movements, the other party must like this activity very much, and may have a hobby of tasting tea at ordinary times, otherwise the slight arc of the wrist would not be just right——from his point of view.

"At your age, you can't drink alcohol. It's better to drink tea." After pouring the tea, the other party said with a smile.

Ah, young can't drink, but can kiss?

Osamu Dazai also took a sip of the tea in cooperation, his brows and eyes were as calm as possible and said: "Hmm...is it fruit tea? It tastes like cherry, it's delicious."

He raised his eyes to meet the other person's gaze, only to find that the other person looked at him in surprise.

After being surprised for a few seconds, the black-haired girl couldn't help but bend her eyes: "Oh, you are so cute."

Osamu Dazai:?

He reacted quickly, put down the teacup, moved his fingers and said, "Ah, it seems a little hot...but it's really delicious."

Mori Ogai successfully served as the leader of Port Mafia, and after reaching the pinnacle of his life as a young career/female double, he lived in the Port Mafia headquarters as a matter of course, and Dazai Osamu also decisively moved out of the clinic and found a random place Pass.

However, like his intelligence, his culinary skills are also amazing. In short, as high as his intelligence is, his cooking skills are as high as his cooking skills, but it's the opposite.

Being poisoned by himself to the point of unconsciousness happened once or twice in his life, Osamu Dazai is now in a state of being very insensitive to imported things.

Forget it, as long as you can live.

Compared with the meals made by myself, some hot tea is really delicious, Osamu Dazai did not lie on this point.

The other party didn't know if he noticed it, but he just bent his eyes, raised his hand as if he couldn't help laughing, crossed the table in the middle, wiped the corner of his lips with his finger, and said, "Even if you really like it, you can't Hurt yourself, the corners of your lips are red."

She smiled and stared at Osamu Dazai who looked up. On the raised arm, the sleeves of the kimono slid down, revealing her slender and white wrists, which were clean.

The atmosphere was very suitable, and the other party's hints were sufficient, so Osamu Dazai stretched out his hand and held it there.

The two of them stared at each other for a long time in the dark room, until the black-haired girl couldn't help laughing again, she shifted her hands, tapped Osamu Dazai's forehead, and said with a smile, "You're still a child."

When retracting his hand, he turned his wrist slightly outward, broke free from Osamu Dazai's hand, and gently stroked the bandage on his neck.

The table is not too big, but it is not too small either.

So the black-haired girl simply lay half prone on the table, and the cup of tea in front of her was overturned, soaking the piece of clothing on her abdomen.

Under her fingers, Osamu Dazai's Adam's apple moved slowly.

"Aren't you used to having your weaknesses in the hands of others?" The black-haired girl asked lazily, giving him a slight look.

The kimono she was wearing was very neat, so that she only exposed her wrists and neck from top to bottom, and the rest of the place was tightly hidden, even though she was half lying on the table now, the clothes were folded like roses, No other parts were exposed.

At most bare feet were exposed.

This kind of neat and conservative clothes was in great contrast to her current behavior, but she didn't seem to notice it, she took a close sniff at Osamu Dazai, and retreated a bit after hitting his nose with the tip of her nose.

His hand was still on Dazai Osamu's neck.

Osamu Dazai did not hide, he held the cup in his hand a little farther to prevent it from being the same as the black-haired girl's cup, and replied: "It has nothing to do with weakness, right?"

The black-haired girl let out a low laugh, and her breath lightly brushed Osamu Dazai's neck.

She said: "You have a lot of bandages on your body. Can you feel it when I touch you like this? The smell of medicine is also very strong... Is the husband treating the child so excessively?"

Osamu Dazai repeated: "Sir?"

"Ah, it's calling... Should you call him Doctor Sen? Or Chief Sen?" The black-haired girl replied with a smile, and then asked slowly, "Tai, Zai, Jun?"

When these three words are gently bitten out by the other party, there seems to be a sense of negative distance contact, especially when you can see the other party's slightly turned eyes, raised lips and light breath at close range.

She smiled and asked, "You should be called Dazai, right? Can I call you that, Dazai-kun."

Dazai stared into her eyes.

From the moment they touched each other, the redness in each other's eyes was slowly fading, and just when he softly bit out the title 'Dazai-kun', his eyes completely turned black.

Asama Tsuko in the human state is very weak, and under normal circumstances, she coughs low from time to time, and it is more serious in the hypoxic state.

She is now in a normal state, frowning slightly when speaking, and the original intentional breath has become a real human breath, interspersed with panting/breathing to suppress a low cough.

The lighting in this room should have been specially designed to conceal the face of the black-haired girl in a half-human, half-ghost state, and disguise the other party's excessively pale face as a normal human face.

But now, the other party has temporarily recovered into a human being, and his face has turned rosy because he wanted to suppress the low cough, and under the lighting of this dim light, it is a bit too rosy.

Especially when the other person's eyes are slowly getting wet and turning black like wet.

Anyway, in this state, even if Mori Owai came in, his pupils would immediately quake.

It was too bad.

Even the fingers that were able to slide on the bandage on Dazai Osamu's neck with ease, stopped at one place.

Osamu Dazai was waiting for this moment. He stretched out his arms to hold the other party to prevent the other party from falling off the table, and said solemnly: "What's wrong with Ms. Asama? Is it a sudden illness? I have various medicines on me."

The black-haired girl glared at him with wet eyes, and simply rolled down from the table and fell directly into his arms, then closed her eyes with her face up, her wet eyelashes still trembling.

She continued intermittently: "Dazai-kun is very cute, but the supernatural power... is too annoying."

Osamu Dazai stretched out his hand and touched her red eyes due to the low cough, and was held casually by the other party, and refused: "Your hand is wrapped in a bandage, it's too rough, don't touch me."

Like a delicate cat, when being approached by humans, it will raise its paw and reject it in disgust, and it is very proficient in the operation of raising its paw and pressing its lips 100%.

But in fact, as long as humans are a little tougher, the delicate cat can only meow and bear being played/handled in this way.

Asama Tsuko is not a cat, she will not just stick out her pink paw pads and refuse.

Osamu Dazai raised his eyebrows and moved his hands away. He glanced at the wet mark on the black-haired girl's abdomen, then touched it with his hand, and found that the tea had already cooled down.

He asked with concern: "Miss Asama, is she really okay, your face..."

Sincerely seems to be a normal person, not the same kind that can be targeted by Mori Ogai.

The black-haired girl raised her hand in his arms, traced the arc of his chin with her fingers, and then smiled and said, "I don't seem to have told you my name."

Osamu Dazai lowered his head and smiled slightly: "Ah, it was Sakura who said it, Tsushima Sakura."

He nonsense nonsense: "Yakoko said that there is someone she is desperately trying to find. The other person's surname is Asama, and she is a very beautiful young woman...it should be you?"

Due to special observation, Osamu Dazai saw that the eyes of the black-haired girl, who were originally wet, seemed to have melted the infinite spring, instantly turned sharp. The eyes were like dripping knives, climbing up the throat of Osamu Dazai inch by inch.

Even though the other party's cheeks were still rosy, the redness at the end of the eyes did not dissipate, and the waist and back were still soft and weak, but it was no longer the soft and charming aura that was at the mercy of others before, but glamorous.

She said coldly: "Except for Mori Ou, Yingzi will not mention me to any outsiders."

Then she stood up suddenly, the hair ornament on her head was caught by Osamu Dazai's hand and slipped a little, she approached and said, "I want you to do something for me."

Osamu Dazai didn't ask why.

The reason is the same as why he would do things for Mori Ogai.

He just asked, "What."

The other party didn't ask for anything, but it made him more happy... Otherwise, to Tsuko Asama, he was just a stranger, and the previous closeness was too inexplicable. Now that there is an explanation, it can make people breathe a sigh of relief.

The black-haired girl hugged his neck and whispered in his ear: "Soon, a fugitive will appear in Yokohama, and I want you to kill her."

Osamu Dazai: "Her?"

The smell on the opponent's body was very faint, not the smell of human blood, but the smell that could be smelled in a shrine.

"Yes, 'she'." The black-haired girl said unhurriedly, "That is a complete lunatic, who wants to clean up all the evils in the world, and will start cleaning activities from humble corners."

"—until the whole of Yokohama is sharked."

She gave a low cough and continued: "No matter who you are, you will inevitably make mistakes, and as long as you make mistakes, you will be targeted by that lunatic. After Yokohama dies, there will be people from other places."

"It started with people who took someone's life, then people who hurt others... and before long, it was people who had quarrels with other people, littered people, said bad words."

Dazai lowered his eyes.

He heard the human-skinned monster next to his ear bewitchingly: "Only you can kill her, only you can end her... Help Yokohama get rid of her, help me get rid of her, okay~?"

*

Osamu Dazai finally agreed.

He was also pushed out of the room, and after dealing with Mori Ogai, Hatsukano Chiko casually picked up the teacup on the ground, then glanced at his wet clothes, and decided to leave it to "Disqualification in the World" to do it himself Bar.

Too much trouble.

She snorted softly and said, "He might be scolding me in his heart now, and he thinks that I did it too."

There is no way, people who live a long time just have to bear more blame for finding the wrong person.

system:[. ]

It asked: [Wouldn't the lunatic you mentioned who wants to clean up all the evils in the world be...? ]

Could it be "Hell Transformation" that has not appeared yet, and looks the same as "No Longer Human"...

Its host caressed his hair accessories confidently, and wrote lightly: "Yes, it is what you think, is there any problem?"

There is no problem, but this wave of you instigating Dazai Osamu to kill yourself is too classic, and it can be called the highest state of pillow wind.