Facing the Unknown in Yokohama

The scene became very embarrassing for a while.

Now you are lying on the ground in an extremely weird posture.And Dostoevsky just twisted his body and moved to the middle of the floor.

You who discovered the peepers at the door almost seemed to have been cast with a holding spell at the same time.

What the hell?What's the matter?That guy... Speaking of which, why would that guy haunt such a place!

There is chaos in your mind, obviously the appearance of Osamu Dazai outside the window is more shocking than Dostoevsky who is tied up in the same room as you.

So is there something wrong with this persona?Why did Butei Dazai Osamu suddenly appear at the gate of the prison under the aura of being suspected of being behind the scenes.

And the real troublemaker Dostoyevsky was brutally persecuted in prison like a weak little white flower?

Wouldn't messing around with the settings like this really be thrown on Lei Wen's Tucao wall for group ridicule?

While you were thinking wildly, there was a light knocking of the deadbolt from the (probably) locked door.

Immediately afterwards, the original white door was opened with a dark gap.Immediately afterwards, the slender figure rendered in sand color flashed in through the gap.

"It's you?" Dostoevsky stopped moving forward, barely stood up straight and looked at Osamu Dazai.

Although he used a question, his tone didn't carry many doubts, but more like a kind of clarity that saw through everything.

But even if Dostoevsky straightened his back at this time, he really couldn't save himself very much.

Because the moment he saw his current state, Osamu Dazai, who had just entered the door, smiled exaggeratedly and bent over: "I never expected to see you in such a mess."

The corners of Dostoevsky's lips drooped slightly, and his purple eyes were full of displeasure.

But unexpectedly, there was no hostility towards the instigator in those eyes, it seemed that he was simply dissatisfied with Osamu Dazai's words and deeds.

But before you could think about the reason, Osamu Dazai had already walked to your side, and caught you off the ground without warning.

Falling into the man's arms, you were so surprised that you didn't know what to say for a moment. Fortunately, the man didn't fail to notice your embarrassment. He put you sideways on the bed beside him, and supported you to sit up.

Dazai Osamu's tone was gentle and somewhat frivolous: "Oh, no matter what, I can't turn a blind eye to the lovely lady lying on the cold floor."

While saying this, his fingers nimbly hooked the knot behind your hands that binds your hands.In just a few seconds, you will feel that the sense of restraint that has been cut into the flesh has disappeared.

Because you have been tied up for too long, your hands don't feel any more sensation for a while.But when a man's bandaged skin accidentally rubs against the back of your hand, you still feel the warmth that belongs to that guy.

"Thank you..." You murmured softly at the man.

"Eh? Are you thanking me?" Osamu Dazai paused for a moment, and he walked around in front of you, fanning his eyelashes lightly, his kite-colored eyes looked bright: "I thought Minna-chan would You directly attacked me because you had doubts about me."

You froze for a moment, but you immediately remembered that you gave a "suspicious person" who was approaching behind you a shoulder throw at the station just now.

#You suspect that Osamu Dazai is narrow-mindedly turning over old scores but you have no evidence#

#But to be reasonable, do things like big failures have to be blamed on you? #

Of course, the fact that Osamu Dazai would appear here is indeed a very suspicious thing.

Especially when both you and Dostoevsky are completely restrained, Osamu Dazai, who can move freely, cannot be separated from the black hand behind the scenes.

But maybe it was influenced by Dostoevsky's expression, or a little selfishness beyond the game, you really can't connect Osamu Dazai with the boss behind the scenes.

"So... why did Mr. Dazai appear here?" When the knot on the calf was also untied, you tilted your head, and finally couldn't help asking.

"Me?" Osamu Dazai, who was squatting in front of you, raised his face, frowned, completely indifferent.

But what he said didn't sound quite in line with his current emotions: "I think I'm probably the same as you, and I was imprisoned here for no reason."

"The person who did this seems really remarkable." Dostoyevsky, who was left aside, interrupted abruptly: "Or do you think it's interesting, so you came to this kind of place on purpose? Woolen cloth?"

"Even I would not want to come to such a strange place." Osamu Dazai turned his head and looked at Dostoevsky: "I just saw a nice river and wanted to enter the water, who knows How could the river have carried me here."

You feel that Osamu Dazai is not lying, because when he touches you, you feel that there is a little moisture on his body.It was as if the clothes and bandages wrapped around the body hadn't fully dried.

In a room with only four walls, you cannot judge the flow of time.But judging from the dryness of Dazai Osamu's clothes, it is possible to speculate on the current time.

"Then when did Mr. Dazai... enter the water?" You asked.

The time reported by Osamu Dazai is almost the same as the time when you and Dostoevsky were assassinated in the cafe, which means that there are at least two groups of guys with certain mobility here.

"But to be honest, there doesn't seem to be any traces of other people here, at least until now, the only people I've seen are you."

Osamu Dazai sat sideways beside me, not intending to untie the rope for the weak Russian at the side.

And your hands and feet are still numb, and there is no way to rescue that guy for a while. You feel that this situation is really embarrassing, so you simply chat with Osamu Dazai stiffly, trying to let yourself temporarily ignore the existence of that unlucky guy.

"So Mr. Dazai was also brought to this place by other people." You asked, while gently moving your wrist: "Did Mr. Dazai be in another room before?"

"Hmm..." Osamu Dazai nodded, and pointed to the wall behind him: "When I woke up, I was next door, tied up there just like you, and the door of the room was also locked. But..."

"It's not difficult to deal with that kind of thing, you think so too, right? Mr. Demon Fyodor."

"Uh..." Facing Dazai Osamu's ridicule, Dostoevsky showed a kind smile on his face.

And you who have witnessed all this just want to applaud Osamu Dazai:

As expected of you, Yokohama Lockpicking King.

The author has something to say:

Unexpectedly, Tuo ww was not the only one who overturned.

It's just that the slaughter point is full of lockpicks (what

This is the world of COC (knocking on the blackboard), it is not necessarily human who make trouble www...