Don't compete with fairy tale vests

"It's the latte you ordered, right?" The young man looked back at him suspiciously. The coffee was hand-ground on-site with newly bought coffee beans, and he was even more proficient in coffee painting. Once it was launched before, it was well received in the store. It's coming.

"It's not about the coffee, it's the pattern, it's really..." It doesn't match this store!I should at least be an adult now!Ango Sakaguchi tried his best to block the head of the black-haired boy who was afraid that the world would not be chaotic, jumping up and down, trying to see what happened, while complaining crazily in his heart.

"This is a character from the recently famous Kokoro anime, because it is a character that can bring joy to everyone. Seeing that you are tired, Mr. Sakaguchi, I originally wanted to make you happier. I am sorry for my presumptuousness. Advocate, I'll give you another cup right away." Kurikawa Soryu scratched his chin embarrassedly, and hurriedly tried to make up for his mistake.

"No, it's okay, I just said it casually." Ango Sakaguchi hesitated, and took a sip of the coffee. The pattern is brighter.What's more, if you show kindness to yourself when you meet someone for the first time, you won't be confused.

"It's My Little Pony!"

Osamu Dazai stared at Kurikawa with sparkling eyes. He finally saw the pattern on Ango Sakaguchi's coffee clearly, and said expectantly, "How about Kurikawa drawing one in my cup too?"

It is of course very happy to find a friend, but it is really impossible to draw pictures on wine, so Kurikawa had no choice but to firmly reject him before he was shaken by Dazai Osamu's eyes.

"Dazai, don't embarrass Kurikawa-kun." Oda Sakunosuke uttered a voice before Dazai Osamu made a fuss, effectively stopping him and letting Kurikawa breathe a little bit, which can be regarded as one thing and one thing.

The three of them chatted and chatted together unexpectedly, and they drank until midnight without knowing it. Even Kurikawa was a little sleepy. The store manager had some contact with Michigami. Brace yourself for a while.It was Oda Sakunosuke who was considerate and forced Dazai Osamu who wanted to continue and Sakaguchi Ango who was about to fall asleep at the bar out of the bar, so that he could get off work smoothly.

"Welcome next time!"

Osamu Dazai walked out of the bar amidst the sound of the young man seeing off the guests. As soon as he stepped into the cool sea breeze, his blurred eyes regained their clarity.

"Kurikawa-kun is such an optimistic and cheerful child." The red-haired young man couldn't help sighing, Kurikawa Soryu's parents were familiar with Oda Sakunosuke before his death, and he also watched the child grow up.

Oda Sakunosuke supported Ango Sakaguchi, turned his back to the sea breeze and Osamu Dazai, and took out a lighter from his pocket with one hand, which instantly illuminated Osamu Dazai's indifferent face, and the red sparks from the cigarette end flickered in the dark night .

"Is there still a task at this point?"

The effect of nicotine made Oda Sakunosuke much more awake. Seeing Dazai Osamu's appearance, it was obvious that he had not had a good rest before going on a mission. This made him worry about his friend's health.

The bangs of the black-haired boy happened to block the coldness in his eyes, and when his best friend looked in his direction, his expression returned to his usual casualness, and he complained half-truthfully: "Mr. Mori is a good caller."

"And that's the way it is, Odasaku," the black-haired boy swayed invisibly for a moment, his kite-colored eyes filled with a blurred smile, as if announcing some happy event, announcing his illness , "I'm running a fever, and I'm dying from the fever."

The taxi for Ango Sakaguchi arrived late, and Sakunosuke Oda had just sent off his new friends. He heard that when he looked at Osamu Dazai under the street lamp, he noticed the blush on Osamu Dazai's cheeks that he saw in the dim light of the bar earlier. It wasn't the slight drunkenness caused by drinking as he thought, but the dangerous natural adjustment made by the body due to the high temperature.

"Dazai—" The red-haired young man was rarely angry, even though he knew his best friend's desire for death, he couldn't help but feel some complicated emotions about him.But before he could say anything, the black-haired boy disappeared at the end of the alley.

Osamu Dazai put his hands in his trouser pockets, unsteadily humming an unknown song in the dilapidated streets.

His footsteps are sloppy, and his walking route is irregular, as if he is an ordinary boy who is about to burn out his brain, but in fact, he has been approaching the relatively stable area of ​​Leibo Street with a purpose, the area he used to be with The place where the current port Mafia chief once lived together.

But time has passed, and one of the simple dwellings made of plates such as steel containers seems to have ushered in a new owner.

Hearing the sound of the door hinges opening, Osamu Dazai curled the corner of his mouth, tripped over a small stone precisely, and fell to the ground skillfully.

Kurikawa Soryu opened the door and saw such a scene.

The young man whom he had just seen an hour ago just lay down straight in front of the clinic he opened when he was wearing the Centaur doctor’s vest, motionless, the exposed area outside the bandage was pink caused by the high temperature, if it weren’t for the weak heaving and falling of the young man’s chest , he would have thought that he had once again witnessed the death of an acquaintance.

"Tsk, what a troublesome brat." Kurikawa obeyed the character design of the centaur Chiron, and picked up the skinny boy from the ground impatiently with a straight face. After thinking for a while, he decided to take Osamu Dazai back to the clinic for placement.

"How many hours did you sleep last night?"

Osamu Dazai imagined many scenes after waking up, but he never expected to hear this as soon as he opened his eyes.The black-market doctor with dark skin and equine lower limbs asked himself this question seriously, as if he would not give up until he answered.

Dazai, who was used to intrigue with others, carefully observed the expression of Dr. Centaur. The strange-looking black market doctor stood beside the iron bed with his arms folded, his dark face full of seriousness.

After confirming that the question was really not meant for anything, he suddenly smiled with interest, and replied with crooked eyebrows: "I didn't sleep yesterday."

"Not only that," the black-haired boy counted with his fingers like a primary school student, "the day before yesterday, the day before yesterday, well, I haven't slept for three days!"

"Oh." The expected boring answer, Osamu Dazai curled his lips, seeing the figure of Dr. Centaur about to leave, he couldn't bear the loneliness, struggling to keep up.The headache caused by the fever has not fully healed, but this dizzy feeling is nothing more than a drizzle for the young man who has been walking on the edge of death all year round. At this moment, it is obviously the mystery behind this newly emerged underground doctor Interested him even more.

"Lie back, shut up, and sleep."

Before his ass left the bed, or said anything, he was pushed back by those dark arms painted with wonderful totems, and the doctor's strength was much greater than he imagined.But what is even more inconceivable is that the inhuman appearance of the centaur doctor has not disappeared, and the raised hoof, which seems to be kicked up as soon as he dares to run around, clearly demonstrates this fact.

Has not been eliminated by his own ability!This is a rare Waterloo that Osamu Dazai encountered with almost omnipotent superpowers. The boy's dead eyes lit up, and he grabbed Dr. Centaur's arm with his backhand, wanting to verify his conjecture again.

The underground doctor seemed to be impatient with his disobedience again and again, and ordered in a strong tone: "I'll say it again, lie down and sleep, this place is safe, I will come back at eight o'clock this morning Settle accounts with you."

However, Osamu Dazai can clearly tell that this seemingly inhumane underground doctor is not really angry. According to the collected information, he is very tolerant of children, and even treats those children in the slums for free. However, Mori Ogai asked him to come here to collect information because of this intention.

A doctor named Kailong suddenly appeared on Radium Bowl Street a month ago. He obtained the right to live in this prefabricated house by force in just one day. He has nothing to do with any forces, but the clinic has never been attacked to excessive losses.Unlike the former Mori Ogai, Chiron is proficient in herbal medicine, and in just a month, he has gained fame in Radium Street with his excellent medical skills.

Because he has horse-like lower limbs, the herbal medicine prescribed to patients is also effective. There are even rumors that he can regenerate severed limbs. He is considered a rare healing type with supernatural powers. olive branch.Regardless of whether he is a person with supernatural powers or not, that kind of superb medical technology is also needed by the port mafia where talents are scarce at this stage. The leader of the port mafia, Mori Ogai, is naturally one of the people who want to recruit him.

"Then trouble Dazai-kun, for Dazai-kun, this kind of thing should be easy, right?" The bewitching wine-red eyes looked at the bandaged boy with a smile, obviously in a negotiating tone, but full of disapproval Doubtful meaning.

The black-haired boy didn't give him any attention at all, he just lay on the sofa in the chief's office and fiddled with the game console, and replied ambiguously and casually: "Who knows?"

Two similar but different gazes collided in the air, and the huge leader's office fell into silence. Even the blond girl who had been clamoring for a limited-edition cupcake before sat quietly on a soft cushion beside her with her skirt curled up as a background board .

"whispering sound."

Osamu Dazai didn't forget to grab Alice's arm when he walked out of the chief's office, and saw the girl disappear angrily, and then reappear angrily next to Mori Ogai.Even though he knew that this would not amount to revenge for Mori Ogai, he still felt a little happier because of the man's confusion.

Anyway, it's the same for this kind of thing to be handed over to Zhong. With the height and brain capacity of the little slug, it can be said that it can be said to be a true character.Osamu Dazai withdrew his thoughts, lying on the iron bed in the clinic, speculating maliciously about his colleagues.

Although he is an expert at staying up late, staying up for a few days is still a bit too much for a child who is still in the growing period.Osamu Dazai should have found it difficult to fall asleep in a strange place, but he fell into a deep sleep because of the tiredness accumulated over the past few days and the faint scent of herbs in the clinic. open one's eyes.

"He will be troublesome." The system reminded in Kurikawa Soryu's mind that the old man Youyoushan had an instinctive rejection of Osamu Dazai.

"But it's also an opportunity."

Of course, Soryu Kurikawa knew that the black-haired boy would be a big trouble like never before. Black-do activities are almost a semi-public affair in Yokohama. Even tourists from outside have heard about it. some intelligence.

Osamu Dazai came to the clinic by no means by chance, but it was not so much a warning from Port Mafia as a sign of solicitation. In order to find more information about Olin, he really needed to use the identity of a strange doctor and Port Mafia Besides, he also has some suggestions that he must use this identity to make to the leader of the port mafia.

"By the way, counting the curse spirit that was removed last night, it should be enough to draw the vest again." Kurikawa Soryu did not forget the results of his long-term follow-up last night, and it was rare to encounter a powerful curse spirit. It's worth saving enough points.His luck hadn't been very good in the past few weeks. In the past few weeks, apart from the armored prairie hunter Atreyu, he had only drawn a new vest and a few odd props. He couldn't wait.

The system silently started the lottery draw. This time, what appeared in his palm was a milky white scale like mica.

When Osamu Dazai woke up suddenly, the morning sun passed through the cheap curtains and left dazzling spots on the railing of the iron frame bed, and it was broad daylight.

His body was much more relaxed than before. The quilt he deliberately threw on the ground last night was covering his body upright, even the corners of the quilt were tucked in neatly, and a wet towel with a special herbal smell was covering his forehead He fell to the ground when he stood up suddenly.

The hour hand of the clock pointed to eight o'clock, and the sound of the door being pushed open along with the old-fashioned chime sounded, and the centaur Chiron in a white coat stepped into the ward where Osamu Dazai was placed on time.

"Get up," the centaur's short and powerful tone broke the tranquility of the morning, as if giving some kind of order, "go downstairs to eat."

Osamu Dazai curled his lips in disappointment because he didn't wait for the questioning session that he was expecting, but the mystery of the meticulous man-horse strange doctor made him even more interested.

No one spoke during the breakfast time. After confirming that Osamu Dazai had eaten the right amount of breakfast, Chiron ignored his blatant gaze and ate without looking sideways. It looked like a precise machine that followed the program .

"Let's go."

"Where are you going?" Osamu Dazai, who was trying to reach the herbs placed on the high shelves, immediately got off the rickety chair, and moved to Chiron's side with great interest.

"Go talk to your guardian."