After the resurrection, I send warmth every day

"Mr. Oda, what should I do if your friend doesn't believe me?"

When Hoshimi Haruka asked this question, the red-haired young man sitting opposite her thought about it seriously, and told her, "Dazai should believe you."

"What if?"

After all, it's impossible to think about the fact that a close friend brought him something from hell.

She worried that she would be seen as a fraud.

"Dazai is a very smart boy, he will believe you." Oda Sakunosuke said calmly.

At that time, she thought Mr. Oda was too confident, but now...

Xingjian Haruka looked up at the black-haired young man opposite him, he looked very happy holding the book, the smile on his face was a bit childish, even those iris-colored eyes were no longer the same as before So indifferent, stained with a slight smile.

She remembered again, the moment she uttered the phrase "Mr. Oda wrote the book in hell", he immediately took the book, opened it a few times, and excitedly expressed that he would buy her coffee on the spot, saying It was thanks to her for helping deliver the books.

If she hadn't caught his expression blank for a moment when her voice just fell, she would have wondered if this person also came out of hell.

However, seeing how he couldn't put it down while holding the book, Hoshimi Haruka also laughed and told him, "This is the first book written by Mr. Oda, and it is also the best-selling book in hell. I leave That day, he was still busy with the book signing, and now Oda-san is the most popular writer in hell."

Dazai clapped his hands very appreciatively, "As expected of Odasaku, it's amazing~!"

Mr. Oda said that Mr. Dazai has no friends, is a lonely, crying child, an existence that he can't let go of.

That's why I gave this book to her, hoping that she can pass it on to her friends and convey her heart.

As for the young man with a bright smile in front of him, the sincerity in his smile is pitiful, and he was only surprised for a moment when he opened the book when he heard Mr. Oda's name for the first time.

When he turned to look at her, those eyes became cold again, without any emotion, even if he was smiling, the smile was not as good as his eyes.

"Mr. Dazai." She whispered his name, looking at him seriously, "Now, have you made any friends? Are you still crying alone?"

Osamu Dazai's smile paused, his pupils dilated slightly, and a momentary blankness appeared on his face. The next second, he stood up abruptly, clapped one hand on the table, and shouted righteously: "Of course! Armed detective's wisdom and trustworthy man are the most popular wherever he goes!"

Hoshimi Haruka was slightly stunned, a flash of surprise flashed in her eyes, she came back to her senses, she gently raised the corners of her lips, her voice was very soft and gentle: "It's really amazing, Mr. Dazai."

You can adjust your emotions so quickly.

Great in every way.

Stared at by those overly gentle eyes, as if his soul had been seen through, Osamu Dazai felt subtly uncomfortable, and he changed the subject very naturally: "Where is Ms. Hoshimi? Why do you work here? Could it be, Did you come to find me?"

"Huh? No, I just found a job today, and it was a surprise to meet Mr. Dazai."

"Miss Hoshimi hasn't found a place to live yet, has she? Do you need my help?"

"Eh?"

"Actually, you can advance the salary with the store manager, and then I will discuss with the president and rent you a dormitory of the Armed Detective Agency at a low price. What do you think?"

"But……"

"Don't refuse, Xiaoyao~"

Haruka Hoshimi raised his head slightly, his light purple pupils reflected the clear face of a black-haired young man, with a trace of curiosity in his tone, "I don't seem to have mentioned to Mr. Dazai that I don't have a house to live in, how did you know?"

"This..." Osamu Dazai tilted his head and smiled, leaning close to her, "Is it okay to lower your head a little?"

Xingjian Yao did so, and then, she felt a thin heat on the back of her head, and left quickly.

Osamu Dazai shook the green blade of grass in his hand, with a rather smug smile on his face, "Hmph, let Master Dazai guess, he must have slept by the river, right? I often enter the water in that river too. .”

"Into the water!?"

Hoshimi Haruka instantly remembered what Oda Sakunosuke said about him, and his voice suddenly tightened, "Mr. Dazai, are you still committing suicide?"

"Of course, after all, it's my pursuit to commit suicide full of vigor and heart!" He threw away the grass in his hand, bent down and extended his hand to her sitting there, his tone was gentle and full of inexplicable emotion Longing: "Do you want to die for love with me?"

Xingjian Yao didn't stretch out his hand, but looked at him with a frown, with a serious tone: "It's better to live."

"Ok?"

"Because, if you die, you will go to hell for endless work and various criminal laws. If you do a lot of bad things, you will have to be tortured in one of the eight hells for hundreds of years. , and the hell called hell, Avici hell, etc., each of which is very tormenting, because it is the soul, so no matter how severe the torture is in hell, it will be infinitely regenerated immediately, and only the Obon festival can be exempted from punishment for one day every year , other than that, you will be punished in hell every day!"

"I heard Mr. Oda say that Mr. Dazai is a member of the mafia and he has done all kinds of bad things. I think that when you arrive in hell, you should be imprisoned for tens of thousands of years and tortured for thousands of years. Moreover, according to the judgment of the hell Standard, Dazai-san's bad deeds should be enough for you to try all hell."

Speaking of this, her eyes turned red very emotionally, as if she had already thought of Dazai Osamu's future hardships, she grabbed his hand and persuaded him sincerely: "So, while you are now, you must live longer, Dazai gentlemen!"

Dazai Osamu: "..."

This is really an unimagined path.

The boss of the coffee shop is really a very gentle person. After she explained the situation, she readily asked her to advance a month's salary, and even told her that she could eat three meals in the coffee shop in the future. Anyway, the cakes can't be sold. It can only be thrown away if it is completely broken.

She works eight hours a day, and the hourly salary is 24 yen, so now she has [-] yen in her hand. Well, Mr. Dazai said that the dormitory of the detective agency can be rented to her for [-] yen.

For the rest, you need to buy various household items, and also, buy a change of clothes for yourself and Ah He.

It's summer now, she didn't take a shower yesterday, she didn't change her underwear, she didn't brush her teeth in the morning...

Thinking of this, the girl's cheeks flushed slightly, and she picked up the package and quickened her pace to the bridge by the river.

At the appointed time, Tsurumaru Kuninaga walked over from the other side almost at the same time, with a white-haired Fusangshen with a lively smile on his face, "Xiaoyao, listen to me, I found a job as a teacher in a kendo gym !"

"Ahe is awesome." Hoshimi Haruka praised sincerely, and then happily shared his good luck with him, "I found it too, and I also found a friend of Mr. Oda, who said he could rent a car at a low price. Give us a house, the manager of the coffee shop I work for is a very good person, he gave me my salary in advance, and we can move!"

"Eh? Really? It went so smoothly."

"Hmm, so, let's go to the dormitory that Mr. Dazai said. He has work and can't take us there, but he gave me the key and address."

Tsurumaru tilted his head and smiled: "Okay."

The Armed Detective Agency is where Osamu Dazai works. As the name suggests, it should be an organization composed of detectives, and its job should be to solve cases.

That's... What does it mean to be armed, Hoshimi Haruka hadn't thought of it for a while.

Violent law enforcement or something?

Accustomed to the scene of Ghost Lantern using a mace to draw the undead from the Hall of Yama to the extremely cold hell, she calmly felt that violent law enforcement should not be a concern.

The house of the detective agency is relatively dilapidated. It is a two-storey duplex building with a large yard, but there are many weeds growing in the yard, as well as broken car wreckage and oil drums. Mr. Dazai said that other members of the detective agency live here , she is not a member of the agency, so she has to pay the rent. She secretly asked the manager of the coffee shop, and the manager said that the rent in Yokohama generally ranges from 5-10w. Wan is a very cheap price.

It's all because of Mr. Dazai.

Mr. Oda is right, Mr. Dazai is really a very good "child".

When she came to the door, she took out the key and opened the door. The house was a one-bedroom, with a separate bathroom and a separate kitchen. Hoshimi Haruka was very satisfied, and for the Nth time, she sighed in her heart that Osamu Dazai is really a good person.

Probably because no one lived there for a long time, there was a lot of dust in the house, and it had been an hour since the two of them cleaned it up.

It took another hour or two to get the necessary kitchen utensils and a change of clothes from the mall.

After a day of exhaustion, the two lay on their backs on the tatami mats, sniffing the rotten smell in the air, Xing Jianyao's lips curved into a slight smile, "Ahe, it's great that we have a home."

Tsurumaru Kuninaga lowered his eyelashes slightly, his eyes filled with an incomprehensible gloom, "When we get rich from work, we will change Xiaoyao to a better home."

When I moved from the huge Japanese-style house in Honmaru to Hell, although the house was shrunk, it was still in the high-end area of ​​Hell, and it was a very nice apartment.

But now this dilapidated little room...

He can live.

How could his kind, innocent and lovely little master live here all the time!

He must let his master live a life without worrying about food and clothing!

Xingjian Haruka smiled and shook his head, "It's okay, I like this place very much, and there is Ahe with me, I think it's very good here."

The atmosphere was quiet for a few seconds, and Tsurumaru Kuninaga's voice in the quiet space was full of firmness, as if swearing, "I will always be with you."

A peaceful night passed.

Xingjian Yao got up early in the morning, and walked to the coffee shop with the breakfast bread after washing.

As soon as she walked to the yard, she was keenly aware of a familiar aura.

Xing Jianyao paused, followed the source of the breath, and looked at the old oil barrel thrown by the wall...

After a few seconds of hesitation, she walked towards the oil drum.

When she poked her head out to look in, inside the barrel——gone the head of the ghost lamp.

Hoshimi Haruka: Σ(°△°|||)!