Quanzai Cone

Half asleep and half awake, there was a whispered conversation.

The woman asked in surprise: "Are you going to snatch a marriage?"

"Hmm," the man responded in an ambiguous tone, "Is that right~"

The perfunctory object made a nasal sound with dissatisfaction, and spoke suspiciously and vigilantly.

"...Hong Kong gangsters are going to call soon?"

After a short pause, the man protested, "Miss Xie Ye, the leader of the Hong Kong gangsters here is still Mr. Sen! Besides, aren't I and that guy the same person in a sense? Why are you so afraid of him but look down on me?" .”

"Of course it's because Dazai, you are usually unreliable, just like this time, suddenly—"

Probably because she noticed that her eyelashes were trembling and she slowly opened her eyes, the female voice suddenly interrupted, and she changed the subject.

"Ah, wake up."

Gan Xunguang raised his eyelids hazily, the lights above his head were dazzling, and everything he could see was pure white, as if he was still in the winter snow.The moment before she reflexively wanted to close her eyes, a shadow came over, covering the too bright light.Somewhat dazed, she stopped hesitantly and raised her eyes slightly.

It was a strange young man I met on the platform.Because of the backlight, he has a furry fringe around him.

The chilly memory came back instantly, and she vaguely remembered that shortly after the train left, she lost consciousness due to poor condition...

"Here is..." Her throat was so sore, and the voice she squeezed out her lips was very weak.

The young man looking down at her showed a refreshing and energetic smile.

"Miss Xunguang, this is the Armed Detective Agency! From now on, you are a member of the Detective Agency~"

A woman with a medical record on top of his head forcibly pushed him away, put one hand on her hip, and said dissatisfiedly: "Dazai, don't talk nonsense, the president doesn't even know—"

The young man who pretended to be in pain showed a very firm tone: "The president will agree, after all Miss Xunguang is very suitable for the detective agency."

Gan Xunguang, who couldn't get into the conversation at all, lay there blankly, his eyes turned back and forth on them, with a dazed expression.

Why can she call out her name in one breath? She is obviously someone she has never seen before.

"Name..." she tried to ask.

The young man seemed to have misunderstood her meaning, approached her with a smile, pointed at the fluffy black hair with both hands together, and said, "My name is Dazai——Dazai Osamu. Please give me more advice from now on~"

... No, that's not what she wants to know, and the name is also very subtle, isn't it exactly the same name as a certain writer...

Seeing the smile on his face, she silently swallowed back the question.

Forget it.

With a slight smile on her cheeks, she answered in a low voice.

"I am Gan Xunguang... Thank you for saving me. Please give me more advice."

"Sure enough, the supernatural power is still destroying the body." The woman sighed and put away the medical equipment, frowning slightly.

Gan Xunguang smiled, shook his head, and said, "It's okay, the situation has stabilized, this burden is nothing!"

He closed the medical box with Yosano Akiko, looking at her relaxed expression as if nothing had happened, with a helpless tone.

"In short, don't use 'mind reading' unless you have to. You are in a terrible state, so you must be careful, understand?"

The black-haired woman in charge of treating her gave serious instructions, and Gan Xunguang nodded obediently. Seeing that she had packed up her things and planned to leave, she couldn't help asking.

"Miss Yosano, I think I've almost recuperated. Is there anything I can do for the detective agency?"

"It's still far away. Didn't you just get sick recently? It's not so easy to recover from the breakdown of abilities." Yosano Akiko stopped in her tracks, raised her eyebrows, and explained her uneasiness with one word, "Stay at ease." Come on, I'm just responsible for your board and lodging, the detective agency will not go bankrupt. When we need you, we will never be polite."

The woman with a crisp personality waved her hand and said goodbye to her.

"No need to send it away, see you tomorrow, call me directly if you need it."

"Ah, go slowly, see you tomorrow!" She was half a beat behind, and she chased to the door, watching him leave.

Letting go of the doorknob, she returned to the window, looking at the bright spring light outside the glass, feeling a little dazed.

Yokohama Kasuga in a different world, at first glance, looks the same as in memory.This made her, who has been here for nearly two months, still not feel much reality.

Armed Detective Agency...

The organization that took her in and vacated the dormitory as her shelter seems to be playing the role of the "twilight armed group" between the darkness and the light in this world of Yokohama.Its members all have the same name as the writers she is familiar with, and possess various abilities.

Overdrawing her life, she used "mind reading" to destroy Umbrella's Japanese branch. When she escaped from the siege of her hometown, she collapsed and fell to the brink of death. She was rescued by Osamu Dazai, a member of the armed detective agency who happened to appear on the platform.The other party took her back to a detective agency located in a different world, and asked her colleagues and Ms. Yosano Akiko to forcefully rescue her with the special ability "Please don't die"——

This experience, even now in retrospect, feels incredible.

Is traveling the world so easy?It seems that I just took an ordinary train...

However, she asked Osamu Dazai about it during the recuperation, but all she got was an ambiguous smile.

"Because it's a train of 'connection'."

The young man spoke incomprehensible words, patted her on the shoulder, let her have a good rest, and got up to say goodbye.

"Marriage".

His lips moved slightly, and he repeated these two words silently. Gan Xunguang shook his head, dispelling the other emotions rising in his chest, and turned around from the window sill.

The line of sight falling forward was interrupted by the wall, and if one passed through it, one could see Osamu Dazai's dormitory.The rooms of the two of them are opposite each other, but Osamu Dazai is always busy and doesn't come back to the dormitory often, so the opposite side is probably empty now.

She took two steps absent-mindedly, and glanced at the corner of the mirror from the corner of her eye.

It's a floor-to-ceiling mirror by the bed.

For the convenience of inspection, she was wearing a slim suspender dress that came only to her knees.In the mirror stained with the spring morning sunlight, the girl in the white dress moved in sync with her, turning around to look at her.

Osamu Dazai, who had just finished a commission and sneaked back to the dormitory without Kunikida Doppo, noticed the half-hidden door opposite.

In the long and narrow gap, the girl was standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror, lost in thought.

The spring light illuminates the interior of the house with a bit of blurred clarity, and the breeze flows by, blowing the girl's plain white skirt.In the soft light, her arms and shoulders were covered with scars caused by external forces. Although they had healed, there were still pale white streaks left.

The fine white marks all over her body are like winter snow falling all over her body.

Osamu Dazai, who had no intention of disturbing her, raised his hand and knocked on the door.

The recovered girl "Da Da Da" ran over, opened the door, saw him, and smiled brightly.

"Mr. Dazai!"

That smile was not forced at all, she happily stepped aside, invited him in, and busily poured tea and served snacks.Osamu Dazai moved his lips slightly, but he still didn't make a sound to stop her movement.

After preparing the things for the guests, she sat down opposite him.Osamu Dazai couldn't help but glanced at the deep scar on her shoulder.

Xunguang, who was keenly aware of his sight, looked down at the scar, and explained with a smile: "The injury I received during training at the base was really dangerous."

She didn't say what kind of training it was or where the danger was, she just complained naturally.

"It's not easy to wear short-sleeved short skirts now!"

This attitude was too relaxed and ordinary, and Osamu Dazai couldn't help feeling a little melancholy.Even if he didn't show it, Gan Xunguang seemed to read his mind, thought for a while, got up and rummaged in the bedside table for a while, and sat down again holding a bunch of things.

The paints were lined up on the tea table. She picked up the palette and brushes and said with a smile, "Let's paint!"

"Miss Xie Ye sent me off, worried that I would be bored..." She said casually, dipped the paintbrush, dabbed on her arm, and drew colorful graffiti along the wound.

The sun, the stars, the moon, the boat... the childish patterns adorn the scars, as if covering the pain.

The smiling Gan Xunguang reached out and handed him the brush.

Osamu Dazai was stunned for a moment, but still raised his hand to take the pen.The girl in the spring light stared at him with a smile. He lowered his eyes, dipped the crimson and golden orange on the palette, mixed them into a sunset-like color, and slowly wrote on the fatal wound on the shoulder.

The floor-to-ceiling mirror reflects the gradually forming pattern, which is a single-petalled sunflower.

When he took back his pen, Gan Xunguang clapped his hands: "That's great! Has Mr. Dazai ever learned painting before?"

He smiled slowly: "Well... I used to only draw things that scare people into tears."

"Scared, scared to cry?" Gan Xunguang showed a subtle choked expression, looked at him with his chin in his hand, and bowed his head in thought for a moment.

Dressed in colorful clothes, she smiled cheerfully, without any worry, and got up and held out her hand to him.

"Let's go to the detective agency and let everyone see the results!"

Putting down his pen, Osamu Dazai stared at her for a while, frowned gently, nodded and held her hand.

The two people who walked out of the dormitory started running at some point.It was almost dusk, and Xiaguang Yunni, who was riding the wind, followed them through the streets of Yokohama and stopped by the window of the detective agency.

Under the amazed eyes of everyone in the room, Gan Xunguang happily opened his arms and spun around a few times, and the white dress with scattered paint bloomed like flowers.

"Does it look good?" She said with a smile, "Mr. Dazai and I drew it together!"

Quan Jinghua was the first to respond.The girl looked at the patterns and answered seriously: "It looks good."

"Although many colors are used, it is wonderfully harmonious..." Atsushi Nakajima continued.

Everyone chatted around the graffiti, and the detective agency became lively for a while.

Tanizaki Naomi's eyes glowed, she hugged Tanizaki Junichiro, and said expectantly, "This is a good idea! My brother, let's paint on Naomi, you can do whatever you want!"

Junichiro Tanizaki blushed and struggled, "Naomi!"

There was a lot of noise, Osamu Dazai stood at the door, his eyes fixed on Gan Xunguang who was always smiling.Xiaguang fell into his eyes and turned into a harmonious afterglow.

——This flower full of enthusiasm and determination will never wither, no matter how bad the land grows, it only needs a little quilt to bloom.

Just looking at her quietly like this made him almost have the illusion of being dazzled.