Natsume is a pet

Armed Detective Agency

Saturday is the most anticipated holiday. Unfortunately, all the members of the detective agency are extremely busy. Because yesterday they received the news that a large number of poor people died for no reason on Bora Street, many members set off for their destinations.

But there was one person who liked to skip work. When Kunikida Doppo was not paying attention, Dazai took Natsume Takashi and left there. Half an hour later, he received a call from Kunikida Doppo in the public car.

On the other end of the phone, Kunikida Doppo looked at the hideous face of the deceased, and shouted loudly: "Dazai! Where are you going to die? Get out of here quickly, or else the prize money will be lost..."

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Kunikida Doppo seemed to have been splashed with cold water: "..."

Knowing that Osamu Dazai hung up his phone again, he was in a state of panic, Kunikida Doppo could only chop off his feet on the spot, and when he heard the police looking for him, he put the phone in his pocket.

And the brown hair on his head was obviously blown out.

The current Armed Detective Agency is very busy and needs manpower, so it is impossible to settle the score with Osamu Dazai, so he can only keep this account in his heart first.

"After this time is over, Dazai, I will definitely want you to look good." Kunikida Doppo cursed secretly in his heart.

……

Dazai Osamu was walking around Chinatown with Natsume Takashi, with various bags in his hands, and he found a restaurant for dinner when it was almost noon.

"Natsume? What's the matter..." After eating, Dazai put one hand on the arm of the chair, crossed Erlang's legs, and fiddled with his teeth with a toothpick.

There are not many people coming to this restaurant, they don't have to queue up, and they don't have to rush to give way to the next wave of people. After eating, they ordered a plate of fruit and sat idle.

Natsume Takashi was fed by Dazai Osamu, so he ate a lot, but after eating, he kept his head down and remained silent, not paying attention to Dazai Osamu.

How can I meet Brother Anwu, that... the dream is so real.

Seeing that Natsume was absent-minded, Osamu Dazai put Erlang's legs down, took off the toothpick, and restrained the look of carelessness in his eyes: "Natsume, are you feeling unwell?"

Takashi Natsume and Osamu Dazai are sitting on opposite sides.

After Osamu Dazai spoke a few more words, Natsume still didn't hear him, and it didn't look like he was sick, but he was studying something.

Osamu Dazai stood up from the chair, and suddenly the cell phone at the dining table rang. He looked down, and a string of phone numbers appeared on the screen of the cell phone.

Natsume was also attracted by the vibrating sound of the phone, he raised his head subconsciously, his clear and bright brown eyes looked at the screen of the phone, but Dazai crossed it out before he really saw it.

All he saw was a string of numbers, and soon followed by a black screen.

The moment Dazai Osamu saw the number, his bushy eyebrows frowned slightly, his movements became stiff for a while, and his face became indifferent.

A few seconds later, Osamu Dazai quickly resumed the slutty scene. He sat next to Natsume Takashi, with a smile on his lips, and his hand was still on Natsume's soft golden head, and he rubbed it gently.

"Natsume, let's have some watermelon." Osamu Dazai changed the subject and gave Natsume a piece of watermelon on the fruit plate in front of him with his other hand.

Natsume Takashi actually couldn't eat it, but seeing how kind Dazai Osamu was to him, he couldn't bear to refuse, and politely stretched out his hands to take it.

He nodded faintly: "Thank you brother Dazai!"

The watermelon was still cold in his hands. The fruit they ordered was brought up by the waiter just now, and there were ice cubes under the plate.

Natsume kept holding it and refused to eat it. Seeing his frowning expression, Osamu Dazai couldn't figure out what kind of thoughts this kid could have.

"What's the matter, Natsume, tell your brother what's the matter." Osamu Dazai told him in a coaxing tone, tilting his head and supporting himself with one hand, his long and narrow eyes narrowed slightly, showing a bit of beauty.

Seeing Osamu Dazai's expression, Natsume pouted his mouth, looked at him with watery eyes, finally let go, and whispered, "Brother Dazai, can I go to Brother Ango?"

Osamu Dazai's expression was awkward, his head fell off as soon as he said it, and he stuck it directly on the dining table, his eyelids lifted, and the corners of his mouth twitched several times.

"What's the matter with Natsume, I don't like my brother anymore, you actually want to go to that Ango, what's so good about Ango, how is it better than me, can I change?"

Osamu Dazai's role as a dramatist came online, pretending to be abandoned in front of outsiders, and deliberately touched a tear to influence Natsume.

When Natsume saw it, he was so frightened that the watermelon in his hand was about to fall, he blinked his eyes several times, and took another deep breath.

The sun was scorching hot outside, and the number of people coming to the restaurant gradually increased. Many people turned their attention to Osamu Dazai, and suspected that he was sick.

Natsume swallowed, and put the watermelon back on the porcelain plate: "Brother Dazai, I just want to see him, if you don't want to, you don't have to."

Although Natsume had seen Osamu Dazai like this several times, he was afraid that Osamu Dazai would hate him, so he didn't dare to say any more, and even shook his hand, with a very solemn and solemn expression.

Osamu Dazai's showmanship stopped suddenly, and his handsome face looked towards Natsume again, expressionless, and finally put on a smile again.

He sat next to Natsume, folded his arms around his chest, and smiled, "Natsume, do you really want to see me?"

Natsume felt a little uneasy, but Osamu Dazai looked very natural, without any air of anger.

But this time he chose to remain silent and did not speak again.

Osamu Dazai said directly: "I'll take you to a place later that night, maybe he will come today."

He spoke calmly, without any emotion.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, the venomous sun was still hot outside, Dazai Osamu took Natsume Takashi outside all day, and did not ask anything about what happened to the Armed Detective Agency.

There are more than a dozen calls on the phone from Kunikida Doppo, but he can't connect to them.

Kunikida Doppo was tossing back and forth between Raibo Street and the Armed Detective Agency, busy like a dog, while Dazai Osamu was happy and happy in a place he didn't know.

Kunikida Doppo swears all day long.

……

Natsume Takashi is playing in Chinatown today. His eyes are quite special, he can see monsters and curse spirits, and sometimes he can't tell the difference between the two.

He saw several here, but they didn't seem to see him, so Natsume Takashi ignored them, and didn't want to cause trouble for himself.

At this point in time, Dazai Osamu ran to the store next door to buy ice cream, and then left this place with Natsume Takashi.

Osamu Dazai drove the car in a certain direction, Natsume was sitting in the co-pilot, and suddenly the car stopped: "Natsume, sit in the car now, I'm going to buy some things."

Originally, he wanted to go to see Odasaku empty-handed. Several times, he stopped in front of the flower shop halfway through the car, but in the end he went empty-handed.

But today is different, his memorial day must not make him feel that no one in this cold world remembers him.

After entering the store, he quickly brought out a few bunches of white chrysanthemums. The chrysanthemums were blooming brightly, and there was still water on them. Osamu Dazai held them tightly, and walked back to the public car with a complicated expression.

Sitting in the car, Natsume clearly saw what kind of flowers Osamu Dazai bought through the car window. He suddenly had a clue in his mind, but he didn't know if it was right.

Along the way, Osamu Dazai still had a few jokes with Natsume. They drove towards the top of the mountain on the edge of the sea. The sea breeze was still hot, so Osamu Dazai pulled up the windows and started driving in the car. Empty wither

When he was approaching the top of the mountain, Osamu Dazai's expression became more and more solemn. When he came down, his mood fluctuated a little, but he still looked unrestrained. He led Natsume to the coastal cemetery together.

The place is lush with trees and quiet, with occasional gusts of wind.Although it is very hot now, there are swaying leaves here, so it is cool and clean.

Oda Sakunosuke and his adopted children are buried here. Osamu Dazai often comes here, even skipping work.

They walked for a few minutes and would soon reach their destination.

Sure enough, as Osamu Dazai expected.

Standing in front of him was a cleanly dressed man with a straight posture. He was wearing a pair of glasses. He stood under the tombstone, as if he owed something, and did not speak for a long time.

Dazai Osamu saw someone standing in front of Oda Sakunosuke's tombstone, he still felt alienated, disdainful, and disgusted.

But this mood is mixed with a subtle feeling that is hard to describe.

Natsume was led by Osamu Dazai, but his eyes were on Ango Sakaguchi.

Ango Sakaguchi came out this afternoon when he was not busy with work, and he has not left since he came out. He put down the white lily he brought in his hand and chose to remain silent in front of the tombstone of Oda Sakunosuke and his child.

After standing for several hours, the gray layer under his eyes became darker, showing that he was used to staying up late, if he took off his eyes, he would think he had painted eye shadow.

Ango already has a lot of work. These days, he has stayed up almost every day to see Sakunosuke Oda. He is dizzy every day, and he relies on coffee and orders to support him.

When working, even if the eyelids are closed, he will open them.

His career is not complete, so he is not allowed to have a chance to rest. Others wish for less work, but he does it to the extreme. No matter how late it is, work will always be the first.

Such dedicated people are simply talents that contemporary capital companies can't wait to poach at high prices.

Ango Sakaguchi stood in front of the grave of Oda Sakunosuke. He lowered his head. He had a lot to say in his heart, but he didn't know where to say it. Maybe since he was discovered as a spy, he couldn't talk to Oda Sakuno .

Recalling the days when the three of them were in the underground Lupin bar, they threw away their work and put down all trivial matters, just chatting with ordinary friends.

Although the three of them have an age difference, they can talk about the topic, never stop, and talk endlessly.

But such days always break.

Natsume and Osamu Dazai walked beside him, and the three of them didn't speak much.

Then Osamu Dazai placed the white chrysanthemum he brought with him on the tombstone. There was a black and white photo on the monument, and the young man on it was smiling.

At the moment when Osamu Dazai bent down, Ango Sakaguchi broke away from his closed lips for a long time, his throat was dry, and he spoke hoarsely: "You are here, just now..."

Osamu Dazai raised his hand to touch the black writing on the monument, he suddenly smiled casually, and interrupted: "Come here if you want, and this place is so good, watching the sunset is the best choice."

When Natsume saw the photo of Oda Sakunosuke, he immediately recalled the dream he had that night. In a dimly lit bar, three people were sitting on the bar counter and chatting leisurely.

The atmosphere is quite harmonious, and you can feel the interaction between friends.