The days when I was full of question marks in Yokohama

Uchiha Wansora hadn't seen Osamu Dazai for two days.

She was clumsily touching the cream in the pastry room, and Miss Zhi was holding a cookbook and reading from the script.

"Cream needs to be spread evenly enough to paint on it."

The hand used to hold the knife and kunai is holding the cream gun at this time, and the hand is still shaking, drawing a round fan crookedly.

"Wow!" Miss Zhi smiled and rolled her eyes, "Kong Jiang is really amazing."

"Is this the family crest of Kongjiang?" Miss Zhi asked thoughtfully.

Uchiha Wansora nodded.

"Okay, I see." Miss Zhi ran upstairs, took some clothes and a sewing box and started to get busy.

She embroidered a round fan on the strap of a pair of overalls, "Come on, this is the overalls exclusive to Uchiha Wansora."

"Kong Jiang, go and try it!"

Miss Zhi is a very kind woman. These are old clothes from her student days. She knew that Uchiha Wansora had no money to buy clothes, and she wanted to save money to rent them across from her to be her neighbor, so she took out these old clothes.

She embroidered round fans on every piece of clothing, and the sun was shining on her hair, she was like the incarnation of the sun goddess.

At least that's how it seems to Uchiha Wansora.

Who doesn't like such an upright and kind person?

"Kong, Kongjiang, do you see any strange things shaking outside?" Miss Zhi raised her head and looked out the window, suddenly startled.

It looks like a person is hanging himself?

Uchiha Wansora narrowed his eyes and looked over, calmly said: "No, that's a plastic bag."

"Huh? A human-shaped plastic bag?"

Uchiha Wansora nodded affirmatively.

Miss Zhi nodded half-believing and half-doubting, but she was still a little uneasy, so she walked to the window to have a look.

"Kongjiang! That's not a plastic bag! That's really a person!"

"What should I do? What should I do? By the way, call the police, what is the phone number..." Miss Zhi frantically started looking for her phone.

Uchiha Wansora sighed and said, "It's okay, lady boss."

"He's about to hang! I'll go find a chair and put him down."

Uchiha Wansora picked up the playing cards from the table and threw them casually. The cards slipped over the rope, the rope broke, and the cards were deeply embedded in the tree trunk.

The boy fell to the ground with a plop.

Miss Zhi, who was about to burst into tears, finally breathed a sigh of relief, and tested her fingers in front of Osamu Dazai, "Great, it's all right."

"It's just why the rope broke suddenly?" Miss Zhi asked suspiciously.

Uchiha Wansora replied: "Maybe the quality of the rope is not good, or it may be too heavy."

Osamu Dazai's eyelashes trembled slightly, revealing his iris-colored pupils, and said disappointedly: "It failed again..."

"This beautiful young lady saved me again." Osamu Dazai showed another false smile.

"No." Uchiha Wansora said, "It's because you were too heavy and the rope suddenly broke."

"But I seem to see something flying over." Dazai Osamu jokingly said, it should be a card-like thing, and he also heard the sound of something set into the tree trunk.

And Uchiha Wankong also denied it so quickly, there must be something tricky.

Uchiha Wansora said: "That is an illusion brought about by hanging himself."

Miss Zhi was checking whether there were other wounds on his body. Uchiha Wansora stood behind her, his dark eyes suddenly turned scarlet, and three objects in the shape of hooks swirled in his eyes.

Dazai Osamu suddenly burst into white light.

The disqualification in the supernatural world was passive, and the two looked at each other for a moment, and the scarlet eyes returned to their original state, filled with peace.

Uchiha Wansora silently staggered his eyes and looked at the blue sky, pretending nothing happened.

"Maybe I really misread it?" Osamu Dazai raised his hand and rubbed his slightly curly hair.

Miss Zhi didn't care about this detail, but kept asking Dazai Osamu if he had encountered any difficulties and why did he want to commit suicide?

Osamu Dazai's voice was drawn out, "Because life is really—so boring."

Ms. Zhi said as if she had experienced it: "You are still young, that's why you have such an idea. Life is the most precious thing."

She is a kind woman who has sympathy for all life, otherwise she would not have taken in Uchiha Wansora, nor would she have provided food to some orphans for free.

Uchiha Wansora looked at Osamu Dazai, and from his eyes, he already knew that Miss Zhi's persuasion would not be of any use.

This is not a kid who doesn't know the direction of life, he already has a definition for everything.

"Miss Governance." Uchiha Wansora shouted, "This is the child I told you earlier that Hiroya rescued from the river."

Miss Zhi was taken aback.

"He is dead, no one can save him." Uchiha Wansora took many lives under the knife, and even she herself has the title of an evil spirit.

She has seen the eyes of countless people, and she can clearly tell who wants to live and who has decided to die.

Osamu Dazai is obviously the latter.

"We can't understand why he wants to die, and he can't understand why we live."

Uchiha Wansora's words were full of rationality and coldness.

"Stupid!" Ms. Zhi was angry with Uchiha Wansora for the first time, "He is still so young, and he still has infinite hope. As long as he lives, he will always find a reason to live."

Uchiha Wansora rubbed the center of his brows, this is really the tenderness that belongs to this world and comes from an ordinary person.

"Sorry, Miss Zhi." Uchiha Wansora admitted his mistake quickly.

Miss Zhi snorted twice, and then booed Dazai again to warm her up.

Uchiha Wansora looked at that fair face. He was really good-looking, but he didn't know why he had to cover one eye with a bandage.

The more she looked at the bandage man, the more upset she felt.

Miss Zhi was very fond of this young man who committed suicide for some unknown reason, and asked him to take away the wagashi that belonged to Uchiha Wansora today.

Dazai Osamu was bouncing and walking on the flower bed by the roadside, throwing some wagashi into the air from time to time, catching it with his mouth, crunching his bites.

Uchiha Wansora led a large bag of snacks and walked steadily below.

"Osamu Dazai." Uchiha Wansora called him by his full name.

"What's the matter with Kong-chan?" Osamu Dazai stopped and looked down at her with his head tilted, with some debris on the corner of his mouth.

Uchiha Wansora was not there—he imitated Miss Management and called him, and said in a flat tone: "You look very good-looking."

"Huh?" Osamu Dazai didn't expect her to say that, and was taken aback for a moment.

"But the smile is ugly." Uchiha Wansora moved his wrist, "If it's not from the heart, there is no need to laugh at all."

"Also, that's not fair to other people who really smiled at you."

The one who laughed the most at Osamu Dazai today was Ms. Zhi, who seemed to be complaining about Osamu Dazai's insincerity.

"Don't embarrass yourself, and don't let others down." Uchiha Wansora had already seen Miki standing next to the trash can, and unconsciously quickened his pace.

"I'm a little envious of Ms. Zhi." Osamu Dazai put his hands behind his head, and said words of envy, but his tone was not the slightest brisk.

There are still people who are aggrieved because someone else's smile doesn't get enough response.

Uchiha Wansora is also a strange person.

Uchiha Wansora's footsteps paused for a moment, and he looked up at a pair of empty pupils.The iris-colored eyes are about to turn into a color close to black because of the loneliness and gloom in the master's heart.

Uchiha Wansora scratched his hair with the free hand, and then scratched his hair again, very distressed and irritable, his throat moved, and it took him a long time to hold back a sentence dryly.

"Come and have dinner with us later."

"I think Hao also likes you."

Osamu Dazai gave a long "cut", "Who would like a brat?"

"Meiji should also welcome you."

"What about you?" Osamu Dazai's eye, which was exposed outside the bandage, bent, "Is this Miss Night Sky welcome me?"

"My surname is Uchiha." She answered the second question first.

Uchiha Wansora started scratching her hair again, a few strands of black hair were scratched hard, and her whole head looked more fluffy, which showed how troubled she was.

"I don't care." Uchiha Wansora said her answer, "But if you are willing to commit suicide out of Miss Management's sight and cause me trouble, I'm still willing to welcome you."

"But—" Osamu Dazai said, "Only the tree at the door of Miss Zhi is the most suitable for hanging himself."

It was a hundred-year-old tree, which was planted by Miss Zhi's grandfather.

"Then change to a suicide method." Uchiha Wansora said seriously: "Although I have changed my job now."

"But if you pay me enough, I don't mind unsheathing my sword again." Uchiha Wansora introduced his part-time job seriously.

"Although the pain is only momentary, but soon, I will be very gentle."

As a person who wants to rent a house, she not only has to save money, but also has to increase income.

Miss Zhi is a law-abiding person, and she doesn't intend to do anything to embarrass Miss Zhi.But Osamu Dazai is different, this guy really wants to die.

So it shouldn't be a problem to make a fortune on him.

However, Ms. Zhi taught her to do business with integrity. Originally, she wanted to say that it would be painless and safe for 30 seconds, but after thinking about it, she still told the truth.

"Miss Wankong was an assassin before?" Osamu Dazai asked.

"No, it's a ninja." Uchiha Wansora replied: "There are also a variety of packages for you to choose from, but because of your special physique, it may hurt a little."

"Is there anything that doesn't hurt?" Osamu Dazai muttered, "I hate pain."

"It was originally there." Uchiha Wansora said, "But it doesn't seem to work for you."

Sharingan sweep, absolutely safe and painless death, and even get the sweetest death in sleep.

"Are those red eyes Miss Wankong's ability?" Osamu Dazai asked.

Ability This is a novelty for the ninja Uchiha Wankong. In her world, the main power system is Chakra, and ninjutsu is used through Chakra.

There are also people like her who have the boundary of blood inheritance, the power inherited from the blood, such power is also strange.

"Yes."

He propped his chin and asked with a smile: "I don't know what Miss Wan Kong's abilities are like, but I always think those eyes are really beautiful."

Uchiha Wansora put his finger on his right eye, glanced at the curious boy and said, "You can give me the money and try it yourself."

"Unfortunately..." Osamu Dazai sighed, turned his bag out, and the inside was actually cleaner than his face.

"And Ms. Wankong's ability may be useless to me." Osamu Dazai tilted his head and looked at her, "It's really a pity."

"It's not a pity." Uchiha Wansora said: "There is also the second option, but there is a little, a little pain."

She closed her thumb and index finger, revealing only the size of a fingernail, and her dark eyes tried to make a sincere expression.

"No." Osamu Dazai withdrew her hand, "I want to finish eating the wagashi Miss Zhi gave me today, so I don't want to die for the time being."

Uchiha Wansora finally felt a little bit of a pity.