get out of my yokohama

The staff dormitory of the Armed Detective Agency is in very good condition, with one bedroom, one living room, one bathroom and one bathroom. The room is tidy and fully furnished. The water from the faucet is not the rusty water as imagined.

Across the door, Osamu Dazai put water in it to take a bath, and Hill half knelt down to fold the clothes and pants he took off in the laundry basket and put them into the bag.

We can't really drive the wet Mr. Dazai out, so Hill let him take a bath, and because it is not related to her, she will not dry his wet clothes. It seems that the logic is not right, and even the bath is washed by others Well, what's the matter with drying some clothes.

But Hill didn't want to do that, and leaving him in the shower was a last resort.Drying clothes is a bit intimate. On the surface, it is the first time they have met as superiors and subordinates, and Hill doesn't want to cross the line.

one more time.

Fortunately, she still had a suit for her former boss in her suitcase. It was new, hand-cut, black, similar to what Mr. Dazai used to wear, and it happened to be worn by Mr. Dazai.

As the boss's personal secretary and assistant, she got on the plane to Los Angeles with a suitcase, and then got off the plane to Haneda Airport in Japan.

This is obviously not normal. Now that I am in Japan, I always go to see my hometown Yokohama. When I bought a newspaper, I happened to see a report that reflected Hong Kong and black.

She traveled back, and this time she had a premonition that she would not travel again.

Start with Yokohama and end with this.

Every time she travels, she fires her boss by default. The time and space are different, and there is no place to hand in her resignation letter. Let her dispose of the clothes.

She was thinking well, but something went wrong.

"Don't wear it?" Caught off guard by the rejection, Hill explained patiently even though he didn't understand, "This is new, no one has worn it."

The problem with the towel is more serious. It is a new pillow cover she bought. I hope Mr. Dazai will not notice it.

The door cracked open when Hill handed the clothes in.

Osamu Dazai hugged the clothes, and gradually tightened his fingers grasping the edge, his eyes narrowed slightly, as if sucking in all the light, so deep that it reminded people of a black hole in the universe.

A twenty-inch suitcase with clothes and care items, and a men's suit ... ?

"It reminds me of something from the past..."

Former Hill.

In order to thank that guy Nakaya for taking care of her, he gave her a hand-knitted hat in the New Year. There was also a reason why he didn't have money to buy high-end products. Later, he found out and asked.

"You gave Chuya a hat?"

At that time, Hill was ironing his suit, and when he heard this sentence, he became visibly flustered, and could barely hold the iron.

"I...that...because Mr. Nakahara has always taken care of me...it will be cold if you wear a top hat when it's cold, so...so..."

How did he say it?

He yawned lazily, and said casually, "Why are you panicking? I'm not angry." His eyes were so dark that they could swallow everything, making the people on the other side tremble. "Or do you think you did something wrong?"

"I……"

"It's not so good, you keep saying you like me, but you make something for Chuya yourself."

Then Hill went to ask for it back, as well as the scarf for Guangjin Liulang.

Osamu Dazai remembered everything in his heart.

Hill cares about his opinion in everything he does, wants to make him happy, and won't make him unhappy. His appearance is no different from Akutagawa's, and the gifts he sends out can be justified with "Mr. Dazai disagrees, yes I negligently did not ask clearly in advance" to ask for such reasons.

However, today she let herself know that she put a men's suit in the suitcase.

Is she pissing him off on purpose?

Osamu Dazai knew the answer.

……

Fortunately, Mr. Dazai still put it on, which saved her a lot of trouble.

The sliding door was suddenly opened, and Hill, who was putting on makeup in front of the mirror, calmly put on the lipstick cap, about the time she expected, but quietly, as if sullen.

Seeing this, Hill laughed.

No one else, although it is the same white shirt and black suit pants as before, Mr. Dazai wearing the clothes of his former boss is like a child wearing adult clothes. The sleeves and trousers are empty, and the trouser legs are still long, and they have already mopped the floor. Mr. Dazai He rolled up his sleeves angrily, and glared at her when he heard her laughter. It was harmless, no different from being coquettish.

I am so difficult, you are still laughing!

Like saying so.

"Sorry, I didn't think about it, come and sit first." Anyway, he sat down first, and then Hill asked, "May I take the liberty to ask, Dazai-kun's height and weight? Of course, it's okay not to say."

Osamu Dazai waited for her to take the initiative to ask, but his tone was still sullen, "181, 65."

Don't forget, I have grown taller in the past four years.

But what Hill thought was—it turned out to be the case, Mr. Dazai's reluctance to wear this suit was justifiable.

"181 is 59 feet, he is 62 feet, and 210 pounds is 95 kilograms," Hill mused. He is also an adult man. It turns out that his former boss weighed 30 kilograms more than Mr. Dazai, "Mr. Dazai is thin, you need to eat more Get some nutrition."

Unexpectedly, when she said that, Osamu Dazai's pupils dilated in dissatisfaction, the round ones were very cute, and he complained in a soft voice, "Obviously that man is too fat."

Is Mr. Wayne fat?Hill couldn't help thinking about it, and then answered himself, not fat, but a strong body that makes women feel safe.

Sitting opposite her, Osamu Dazai looked at her who was obviously recalling someone, and the childlike childishness on her face was swept away, replaced by a cold haze, the kind of danger and terror that was about to come, not unlike that of the Mafia period. He is no different.

Hill was stabbed and regained consciousness immediately, and saw that the man who seemed to be thinking of something terrible was still wrestling with his sleeves. She couldn't understand what Mr. Dazai was thinking. It was because she had no brains before, but now she is not in the mood.

Maybe she can get the answer by observing what she has learned for many years, but she is no longer interested in what Mr. Dazai thinks, so she just treats it like an ordinary superior and subordinate.

After today, I hope there will be no side effects.

Although it seems difficult to her.

After President Fukuzawa's test is over, she will make a report and ask President Fukuzawa to change her boss.

He had to go to work in the afternoon, and Mr. Dazai couldn't wear clothes that didn't fit. As a qualified subordinate, Hill put two choices in front of Mr. Dazai.

"One is that I'll make a trip to get you a suit, or I'll go buy it for you..."

Before she could finish speaking, Osamu Dazai dug out the wet wallet and the dripping keys from the wet clothes in the bag and handed them in. This time he entered the water for a short time, so he hadn't been washed away yet.

Hill "..."

Hill, she gave up thinking, and after knowing the address of Mr. Dazai's apartment, she took the key and went out.

The apartment door of the communal dormitory was facing the open-air balcony, and Hill walked on the road without looking back, even though she knew that there were eyes watching her all the time.

When she got on the tram, she took out her new phone and glanced at it. The first and only person in her contacts, the note was Dear Zhijun.

Hill changed the note to Dazai Osamu with a blank face.

After so many years, hasn't Mr. Dazai regained the shame he lost?

Mr. Dazai has cleared his mafia identity, and of course he lives in the same apartment. To her surprise, this is the apartment she burned down before committing suicide. The layout of the room and the style of furniture are so familiar... Could this be the same as before? That furniture set?But she was obviously burned.

The memory is too long, and Hill can't remember it clearly. Maybe she still remembers the mixed feelings when she liked this boy, but some details have long been lost in the river of time. For example, she took it for granted that Osamu Dazai was also an adult. There is no sense of disobedience in wearing the clothes of the boss.

She came to the closet and opened it. Sure enough, it used to be a wardrobe of white shirts and black suit pants, but now it was a wardrobe of white shirts, a slim vest, a camel-colored windbreaker.

To some extent, Mr. Dazai is really relieved.

Hill took his clothes and put them in a paper bag, turned and left, glanced at a certain place from the corner of his eye, and stopped in his footsteps.

There was a framed photo on the bedside table, and the person in the photo was a face that Hill himself was unfamiliar with.

Didn't she take photos in Hong Kong and Heilongjiang?Ah, there are still some, once Yin celebrated her birthday, there was a group photo, huh?What about silver?Picked up by Mr. Dazai?

Don't tell her that Mr. Dazai put a picture of her on the bedside table in his bedroom to miss her as an old subordinate.

Hill turned to leave.

There were no waves in his eyes.

That's it, don't think about it, it's important to do your job well.

She returned to the staff dormitory with the bag in her hand. When she put the key into the door lock, she thought of the person in the house, hesitated for a second, and finally opened the door as if nothing had happened, and said, "Dazai-kun, I'm back, your... what?"

When she spoke the second half of the sentence, the heaviness in her tone completely dissipated, turning into a kind of helplessness.

Valuable clothes were scattered everywhere, and the man who was supposed to wear them hugged the cushions and nestled on the sofa, shivering from the cold, with bandages wrapped around his neck, legs, arms, like a bandage, looking forward to it His eyes turned to her, as if he had found a refuge and a backer, and all grievances and injuries could be handed over to her without reservation.

"Hill-chan, I'm sick..."

Hill has a headache, it's autumn, you still jumped into the water, and you didn't dress properly when you got out, do you really think that bandage can keep out the cold?

"I'm suffering from the disease that I will die if I don't see Hill-chan." The young man added the first half of the sentence pitifully.

Hill "..."

In this situation, she couldn't help but think of a song.

Every day when I open the door, I can see that Mr. Dazai is sick.

The author has something to say about a sudden fraud!

It seems that small sweet articles have been popular recently, I don’t know if everyone likes this (touch chin)

The main tone is probably the heroine's detective career protecting Yokohama, and Dazai is jealous and abused (I love you)

But what is the conflict between my loving you and wanting to abuse you (funny)