My baby tamer can't be the leader

When I was on the road, I was actually a little worried that I might not be able to get a seat... After all, it is still a very popular place to check in.

As a result, when I said that to Dazai, he showed a somewhat dazed expression instead, "Ah, is that so..."

He didn't know why he was thinking about it, he was dressed like a leader through and through, with a large bandage wrapped around his left eye and exposed skin, and even the red scarf that he didn't usually wear was meticulously hung at this moment Between the neck.

"After all, it's a bar that the three writers of the rascal faction like very much. It's not easy to keep it after so many years." I glanced at the navigation on my phone, "It is said that the place where Osamu Dazai once sat is even more famous." There are always people sitting, it depends on luck... But I think the boss can understand why you are here..."

Dazai laughed, but didn't answer.

There are alleys around Ginza, and after all, it is a business district, so it is not easy to park. The place where he and I got off is still some distance away from Lupin.

"It's not the same." After walking for a few minutes, he suddenly seemed a little inexplicably dazed, looking at the surrounding buildings, "This sense of dislocation..."

I turned my head and followed his gaze to look at the eye-catching signs on the nearby buildings. Just when I was about to ask him what he was looking at, I noticed that his gaze had actually crossed those shopping malls and looked directly at the empty space. One thing's dark sky.

"If you're talking about the Mafia building at the port... this is Ginza, not Yokohama... and even Yokohama really doesn't have buildings that tall."

"I know, I just..." Seeing that this guy was about to fall into a strange depressed mood again, I really had nothing to do with him, so I simply reached out and took his arm, and couldn't bear to see him constricting his pupils suddenly. Angrily tugged at him.

"Let me tell you, if someone asks me if I am a Dazai Osamu fan so much that my friends have to dress up as Dazai Osamu to visit the Holy Land, you can explain it to them yourself!"

I've already realized that sometimes instead of air-to-air consolation with this guy, it's better to break him directly... Maybe this is called using stronger stimuli to overwhelm other stimuli?

Damn, I'm almost forced by him to study anthropology by myself!So why should I not only minor in law, but also be proficient in psychology, sociology, anthropology and philosophy? ?If I can master all of these, what university should I go to? I will drop out of school immediately and sharpen my sword for ten years. See you next year on the Nobel Prize podium.

Seriously, if my name can be included in the list of the Nobel Prize in Literature in the future, Dazai will definitely contribute a lot!It is true that he is a great benefactor whom I will surely avenge.

As a result, he hesitated for a moment, and asked me in a low voice, "Why do you want to explain?"

I:"……?"

Perhaps it was because the expression on my cell phone that I, an old man on the subway, was too obvious, Dazai reluctantly changed the question, "How do you want me to explain it?"

Now I was really asked by him, "...Uh, anyway, do you look at the explanation? Anyway, this is just a hypothesis."

He lowered his eyes thoughtfully, even looking slightly absent-minded when he saw Lupin.

I stood at the door and carefully considered whether to let this guy go away with me... I really don't want to see what everyone is saying on the line tomorrow, you don't love me at all, you are just eating me instead Meal' and stuff like that makes me really want to punch someone!

Especially when I thought about how my bad friend, here specifically referring to Kinashi Mayumi, would run on me if they found out, I immediately wanted to hide my face and wait for Dazai to go in for half an hour before going in...

As a result, Dazai clearly didn’t know what he was thinking half a second ago, just when I wanted to withdraw my hand and run away, he instantly grabbed my wrist like a prophet, full of innocence in my shocked and condemning eyes stared at me for a while.

"It's okay to be misunderstood~" he said briskly, "I don't mind?"

I'm very mind! !

"Oh? Why this expression?" Dazai looked at me with a helpless expression as if I was making trouble for no reason, "I really don't care."

"No, I don't mind..." I was very moved and refused him firmly, "You know that I am easy to empathize, right? If I really eat meal replacements then you will be doomed!"

"Wait, why is it hopeless...?"

Since the two of us have been standing at the door for a while, I am really afraid that I will catch up with other people and watch me and Dazai go down... In this way, I will definitely take out my phone and pretend to be Dazai's follow-up photographer !But in that case, he will definitely play me as a monster, so it's better not to...

So I shook the wrist Dazai was gripping, interrupted him, and walked down first.

He fell silent, followed me through the long and narrow sunken corridor, and walked into the slightly narrow bar.

Compared with the bright decorations in the anime, the real-life furnishings can clearly see the accumulation of history, and the lighting is also dimmer. On the wall next to it are several photos of Dazai Osamu who is a writer in real life. On the shelf behind the bar In addition to all kinds of wine bottles, there are also a few comic books by Bunno.

Maybe it's because it's not too late, and there aren't too many customers in the bar. On the contrary, some elderly shopkeepers behind the bar were stunned when they looked up and saw Dazai, and then showed a clear look, He pointed out to us where Osamu Dazai was sitting when the photo of the three of them was taken in the Black Age in the anime.

"Although it's not like it hasn't happened before, this guest is indeed the most restored one I've ever seen." He sighed while asking us what to write.

After the boss said this, I immediately felt the eyes of other guests, which made me feel a little bit on pins and needles.

...Why does it feel like this environment is even more unfavorable to me!After all, Dazai is the kind of arrogant guy who treats passers-by as nothing except when necessary...

Seeing Dazai looking at me questioningly, I didn't think too much, "Ah, let's have two glasses of whiskey then."

The owner responded, and after turning around to talk to the bartender, he took a comic from the cabinet behind and handed it to me.

I took it over and glanced, "Is it DeadApple..."

The shopkeeper who was wiping his wine glass replied, "The artist of this manga often comes here too... but today is not a day he often comes, so he might be surprised if he sees your boyfriend's outfit. "

I didn't bother to refute that point long ago, so I asked Dazai to turn to me, and by the way, I held up the manga, and compared it with him.

"Looking at it this way...there is still a difference?"

The shopkeeper also took a look, "The difference between hairstyle and temperament."

I stretched out my hand to pinch the soft end of Dazai's hair under Dazai's unresisting eyes, and pushed one side behind his ear, "It's still not the same... Is it because of temperament?"

Seeing that his unfixed strands of hair were messily scattered with the ups and downs of his breathing, I simply hooked that strand of hair back and restored his hairstyle to its original shape.

"So...why did you say that just now?" Dazai, who let me play around, asked me softly, the naked iris-colored eyes looked extraordinarily deep under the dim yellow light, with a sense of mystery that bewitched people, It's like an extremely deep and vast sea of ​​stars. In that completely dark edge, you need to stare for a long time before you can faintly glimpse a little stream of light.

"What? Why doesn't it look like it?" I put the comic book back on the table and flipped through the signature on the title page.

Just at this moment, the bartender handed over two glasses of whiskey with ice hockey pucks, and I pushed the other glass to Dazai, holding the glass and taking a sip.

He pressed the rim of his cup and shook his head, "Before you come in..."

"That." I frowned and thought for a while, "Because I don't like his type? If it's really empathy, it will be subtle, right?"

After Dazai heard it, he seemed to stiffen for a moment, and his beautiful kite eyes burst out with sorrow and pain that would make one's heart break just by looking at it. Even if it is fleeting, I still I couldn't help but my heart stopped beating.

"No—" I immediately subconsciously remedied, "I mean, since the leader, Osamu Dazai, has already decided to go his own way and give everything for his goal, such a person would not need such an insignificant person like me." Whether people like it or care about it.”

"...it's not insignificant." He was silent for a moment, then answered me in a low voice almost tearful, "Why can't he just...wait for a miracle?"

"But at the end of the novel..."

"Xiaoqi." Dazai interrupted me. I don't know if it was my illusion. I always felt that the way he looked at me at this moment had something like the expression in the illustration of the scene before the end I saw, but in essence It's different, it's a completely different sorrow, it's a completely different pain, "Even if 'Dazai Osamu' is really just an empty shell, he still...has a past."

I looked at him dumbfoundedly.

I am indeed a self-aware person, and I also know how cold-blooded I am in essence. If one day I do travel to the world in Beast like the contents of light novels, I will definitely stay away from Osamu Dazai.

Not only because Port Mafia is inherently a symbol of trouble, but, as I have always believed, if feelings are also regarded as a type of investment, then Osamu Dazai will be one of the worst investment projects in the world.

The income is unknown, the time limit is unknown, even if you spend everything, you may not be able to get half of the harvest, and you may even be locked up, and there will be no money left in the trap... Really the most stupid choice.

Especially things like [feelings]... Most of the time, human friendship is only valuable when both parties are alive. Once one party dies, the living party will bear a heavy loss to move forward.

It's like a P2P investment pool...or to put it in a more easy-to-understand example, it's like a fraudulent lottery prize pool. After knowing that the other party has accumulated enough capital for the lottery, there is a high probability that the other party will directly carry the money Under the premise of absconding, only a fool... or a real warrior will choose to continue to increase the stake.

But I am not the type of risk preference, and I also don't like gambling, so why should I make such an investment, knowing that it will inevitably be ruined in a few years, with endless troubles and doubtful returns?

People like him seem to be able to give everything for their friends... But that's just a survivor's bias. There are very few people who have come into contact with Osamu Dazai, and there are many unique people, but how many friends can be recognized by him? indivual?

If anyone else had asked me this question, my answer would have been a given...

But looking at Dazai's expression at this moment, I can't say the answer that I have already known.

"It's not necessary." I said, "I'm not a kind and selfless person, and I can't give without complaint or regret, that kind of thing... Even if I tell a lie, I can't say 'I am willing'" This kind of words is full of great love, if you pay, you must get something. This kind of gain may not be material, and there is no need for reciprocity, but at least I can’t let me get nothing after giving. This is what I have as an individual. If I can't do it, then I can't do it... Ah, unless there is a so-called miracle."

The person sitting next to me began to breathe tremblingly. Even though the environment hadn't changed, he seemed to be out of breath.

"But you don't have to compare with him..." I looked sideways, raised the wine glass, the warm light shone through the glass wall, refracting a bright light, "No matter how much you think you are like him, or how much he is You, Dazai, you are all different to me, this difference is... I will never measure you by profit or loss, and you don't need to stand on the balance in my heart... because I will always choose you .”

"And it doesn't need a miracle, it's reality."

The expression on his face froze for a moment, as if he didn't know how to react for a while.

I calmly took another sip of the cold wine, wondering if this guy would just run away... That would be great, I would directly announce that I won the bet!

But in the next second, he suddenly reached out and clasped my shoulder, with a slight force on his five fingers, I turned to his direction.