After retirement I became a guardian of troubled youth

The TV was on all day and into the night, from soap operas to news to midnight shifts.

The time on the wall clock moved slowly to three o'clock.

At this time, no matter how lively the place is, it will almost quiet down.The warm yellow street lamps on the street outside the window were on, and through the half-covered curtains, a ray of light leaked indistinctly.

Hikaru Ueno leaned on the bed, cutting TV programs boringly.

Suddenly there was a small sound outside the window.

It may be difficult for ordinary people to hear, but for Hikari Ueno, the sound of the TV could not completely overwhelm that little movement.

He straightened up and looked towards the window, a little surprise flashed in his eyes.

so fast?

He originally thought that it would take a day or two for Hibari Kyoya to pass on the information, and the other party would come to find him again.

It turned out that people came that night.

Apparently, his companions are very efficient.

I just don't know why the other party didn't take the usual path.

Maybe it's because he's afraid of revealing his identity.

After all, judging from his experience of being arrested twice in a short period of time, their work seems to be quite dangerous.

Hikaru Ueno got out of bed, came to the window, and opened the window for the companion outside.

Coincidentally, his "companion" who visited late at night also happened to stop by the window.

The curtain slid to one side, and the people inside the window and the people outside the window met unexpectedly.

Hikaru Ueno froze for a moment.

The person outside the window also froze for a moment.

But the other party was the first to react, grabbing the rope hanging outside with one hand, and waving at him with the other hand as a greeting, and then grabbed his hand directly and used his strength to turn into the house.

The young man looked very at ease, with a smile on his lips all the time.

He hardly moved at all, and even landed quietly.

There was only a light "chuckle" when the rope was retracted.

Hikaru Ueno took two steps back, leaving him plenty of room to display.

Someone came to close the window, draw the curtains, wrap the rope twice, and then throw it under the window, as if they were not afraid of it being taken away by others.

Of course, besides him, Ueno Hikaru was the only one in this room.

Ueno Hikaru silently watched him finish all this smoothly, the surprise in his eyes was undisguised.

The man turned around to look at him, and greeted him with a smile: "Haven't you slept so late?"

Hikaru Ueno nodded, and glanced behind him hesitantly, the windows were closed tightly, even the curtains were completely pulled to death.

Obviously, it doesn't look like someone will come up from behind.

The visitor seemed to understand what he meant, chuckled, and leaned against the window with a relaxed posture.

"What? Do you think I can't come up alone?" He smiled and pointed at himself, "Is my appearance so deceptive?"

Hikaru Ueno stared at that face for a moment, nodded firmly, and responded, "Yes."

People who come up this way, whether it is Chuya, Kyouya, or even Kaito, he will not be so surprised as he is now.

but.

This person has exactly the same face as Xiu Zhi.

But it seems to have an athletic ability that is completely inconsistent with him.

Ueno Hikaru couldn't help but feel a little surprised.

So, maybe in a certain possibility, Osamu Dazai can also crush Chuya in the Central Plains by force?

Hikaru Ueno simulated the scene in his mind, and raised his eyebrows slightly.

The strong sense of disobedience makes one can't help but want to laugh a little.

But before he raised the corners of his mouth, Osamu Dazai, who was half leaning against the window, suddenly moved, and he was in front of him in the blink of an eye.

Hikaru Ueno was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously wanted to back away, but the opponent's arm was already around his waist.

Osamu Dazai leaned forward, smiled next to his ear, "Didn't you agree that I would catch you? Don't run away."

The young man's voice sounds gentle, but deep down there is a sense of threat and coldness.

It's like his arms around his waist and the cold muzzle of his gun against his spine.

An extremely strong sense of contrast hits the face.

Hikaru Ueno stood still, turned his head slightly, and looked at him, a little confused: "Are you ready?"

"Yes." Osamu Dazai rolled his eyes.

There was a soft "click" sound of a bullet being loaded behind him.

The young man in front of him showed a bit of aggrieved and disappointed expression, and asked, "Do you want to go back on your word?"

It seemed that it was someone else who was threatening someone with a gun.

But Hikaru Ueno didn't hesitate at all.

He looked at Osamu Dazai calmly, moved his right hand behind him, and pressed the barrel of the gun.

Osamu Dazai narrowed his eyes slightly, and a sharp edge flashed in his eyes.

"This kind of thing is very dangerous." Hikari Ueno looked at him, "Don't use it casually."

Osamu Dazai: "?"

He and Hikaru Ueno looked at each other, stunned for a moment, the sudden sense of crisis made him pull the trigger subconsciously.

"Click" sound.

Nothing happened.

Hikaru Ueno let go of his hand with an innocent face, and there were a few bullets lying in his palm.

He turned around, faced Dazai Osamu, and reasoned with him calmly: "I have to wait for someone now, you can't catch me, and, I don't remember what we agreed on."

Osamu Dazai did not respond, and stared at the few bullets in his palm with a cold expression for a long while, then flipped his wrist, and the disabled gun disappeared.

He looked up at Yeguang Shang, the corners of his mouth were still raised, but there was no smile in his eyes.

It seems that the action of "raising the corners of the mouth" is just a subconscious action carved into the body.

Ueno frowned.

"Yes." Osamu Dazai said in a frivolous tone, "Although the surveillance video was dropped by Mr. Ranpo, but..."

He paused for a moment, took out a small object from his pocket, hooked it on his fingertips, and spun it around twice.

"As long as you use a little trick, you can get it back very easily."

It was a silver USB flash drive in the shape of a key.

Hikaru Ueno stared at that thing and thought for a while, recalling the conversation between him and Ranpo Edogawa.

"So you like this?"

"Then let him come next time."

Memory came back, Hikaru Ueno and Osamu Dazai looked at each other, blinked innocently, and shook their heads: "It's not me."

"That's just chaos," he paused for a moment, then changed his words, "Edogawa Ranpo's judgment."

Edogawa ran wild.

The full name is always a bit of a mouthful.

Hikaru Ueno wrinkled his nose and continued to explain: "I don't expect you to catch me."

Especially in such a dangerous way.

"But I'm already here." Osamu Dazai shrugged and tilted his head, "What should I do?"

The old midnight movie was still playing on the TV, and the protagonists in it were arguing at the top of their lungs.

Hikaru Ueno watched the movie distractedly, thinking how well they acted.

Quarrels between relatives are obviously not like this.

Anyway, he had seen nothing like this.

Osamu Dazai snapped his fingers suddenly to call back his attention: "Ah, yes."

Hikaru Ueno: "?"

"You go back with me, isn't it all right?" The young man smiled and took a step forward, and stretched out the other hand hidden behind his back, with a pair of shining silver handcuffs hanging on it.

While smiling, he approached step by step, and stood just a few inches away from Ueno's body.

One end of the handcuffs was already on his hand, and the other end swayed as the young man raised his wrist, hitting Hikari Ueno's wrist impartially.

"Be good, let me tie you back."

The pain in the wrist bone was distinct and sharp, and the numbness like electric shock was transmitted from the fingertips to the shoulder.

Hikaru Ueno held his wrist and looked at Osamu Dazai, a little helpless and a little indulgent.

"not now."

He also found a more serious problem.

Brothers in this world seem to have the habit of not wanting to listen to what others have to say.

Whether it's Edogawa Ranpo, Hibari Kyoya, or Dazai Osamu.

"Okay, it's already handcuffed, what should I do?" Osamu Dazai raised his head and looked at him innocently.

The heavy handcuffs pressed on the wrist that had just been smashed, and the cold touch spread over, and the pain became more intense in an instant.

Osamu Dazai's other hand was still holding onto his forearm, and with a little force, a clear mark was left on it.

So that means-

They are not obedient.

Ueno Hikaru sighed, turned his wrist slightly, and patiently explained to him: "You have to help me find my companion first, and then I can go back with you."

Osamu Dazai suddenly fell silent, stared at him for a while, and then suddenly smiled.

There was a little more sincerity in the smile this time.

He reluctantly suppressed his smile, as if he felt a little unbelievable: "So, you really think so?"

Hikaru Ueno looked at him quietly.

"Hmm..." Osamu Dazai rubbed his chin, thought for a second, then nodded, "It's not impossible."

"I'll help you find your companion, you come back with me... small, black, house~" he said at the end, the corners of his mouth happily curled up, shaking the handcuffs that locked the two of them together.

The chain loosely connected in the middle swayed, colliding with the handcuffs at both ends, making a crisp sound.

The quarrel in the movie also came to an end.

The girl wept bitterly in the messy room.

Hikaru Ueno glanced at it, then looked away again.

The plot here is still wrong.

Why are you crying?

On the way out of the hotel led by Osamu Dazai, Hikaru Ueno was still thinking about this question.

The two walked side by side, with the handcuffs covered by the large coats. They looked very normal, as if they were just close friends who walked together at night. Only the crisp and clear sound of collisions from under the coats could reveal the real relationship between the two.

As soon as Hikaru Ueno's footsteps slowed down, a tugging sensation came from his wrist.

The street lamp above his head was flickering on and off, Osamu Dazai stopped and turned to look at him.

Hikaru Ueno spoke before him: "Have you ever cried?"

Osamu Dazai was stunned for a moment: "?"

Hikaru Ueno asked again seriously: "Have you ever cried?"

Osamu Dazai stared at him blankly for a few seconds, showing a funny expression, as if he had heard some extremely funny joke.

He tilted his head and asked Hikari Ueno: "What do you think?"

Ueno Hikaru thought for a while, and answered uncertainly: "No?"

In his memory, he seldom, or almost never, saw the tears of his younger brothers.

Osamu Dazai laughed suddenly, his shoulders trembled, and even the handcuffs shook accordingly.

Hikaru Ueno looked down at him blankly.

Osamu Dazai stood up straight with his shoulders, and patted him affectionately.

Hikaru Ueno: "?"

The young man frowned, raised a finger to his lips, and blinked his left eye at him.

"Secret~"

Hikaru Ueno pursed his lips and did not continue to ask.

The two stood under the streetlight and fell silent.

After a while, when the overhead lights went out again, Ueno Hikaru asked, "Do you know where my companion is?"

"I don't know." Osamu Dazai replied confidently.

Hikaru Ueno: "I don't know?"

"Yeah." Osamu Dazai nodded generously, and pointed behind him.

Ueno Hikaru followed his fingers and looked over.

It was the hotel from which they had just come out.

Hikaru Ueno turned to look at Osamu Dazai in confusion.

When he looked back, Osamu Dazai had already moved on.

The chains of the handcuffs were stretched straight and collapsed between the two of them.

Osamu Dazai stopped, turned around to look at him, and said with a smile, "But I know, you can't stay there any longer."

Hikaru Ueno: "Why?"

While pulling him forward, Osamu Dazai patiently explained: "Because, there will be other people coming to you."

Hikaru Ueno frowned and asked, "My companion?"

The person in front suddenly stretched out an index finger, pointed it in front of his eyes, and shook it left and right.

"Of course not." Osamu Dazai took two steps back and walked side by side with him, the outstretched index finger turned inward and pointed at himself, "I mean...people like me."

Hikaru Ueno: "... Edogawa Ranpo? Hibari Kyouya?"

Osamu Dazai nodded exaggeratedly, and praised: "Yes, yes, it's very good."

"How about it?"

Hikaru Ueno: "What?"

Osamu Dazai didn't take back the finger that pointed at him, but poked it in front of his eyes again, with a calm face: "Me."

Hikaru Ueno: "?"

"I mean—" Osamu Dazai sighed, a little unhappy, and explained in a long voice, "How about I compare with those two people?"

He thought for a while, and then changed his method: "If you want to be caught again, who do you want to be caught?"

Ueno Hikaru naturally understood what he meant.

He smiled helplessly, and followed Dazai Osamu's words: "You."

Osamu Dazai raised his eyebrows, and responded happily: "So, let's go~"

He tugged on the iron chain and walked forward briskly.

The street lamp behind him flickered again and continued to stay on for a long time.

The two walked side by side, and the shadow behind them stretched very long.

In the middle of the night, the streets are empty, and occasionally you can meet drunk people, and no one will give them extra attention.

The coat no longer covered it, and the silver handcuffs were exposed in the night, and coated with a layer of light moonlight.

Osamu Dazai really didn't seem to know where his companion was.

So this night, they just moved from one hotel to another.

And it's another hotel far away.

They walked all night, and when they finally stopped, the sky was already bright, and the number of pedestrians on the street gradually increased.

Under the coat, Osamu Dazai grabbed Hikaru Ueno's wrist and led him to stand in front of a small hotel with few people.

Hikaru Ueno stood at the door and looked at it for a moment, without saying anything, quietly followed Dazai Osamu and walked in, watched him complete the check-in procedures, then followed him quietly to the elevator and entered the room.

how to say.

There is still a big gap between here and the place Hibari Kyoya found for him.

In that hotel, the lobby at the front desk exudes a magnificent and noble atmosphere, and the rooms are also spacious and bright, with all kinds of facilities readily available.

But here, there is only one old desk at the front desk, and the elevator is wobbling like an accident may happen at any time.

The room looks spacious inside, but it is not really spacious, it is spacious because of its simplicity.

A bed was placed in the center, a table was placed opposite the bed, and a wooden chair leaned crookedly in the corner of the room.

The bedside lamp was hanging over the bed, and the lampshade was broken at one corner.

Next to the bed was a red bedside table with peeling paint. There was a red phone on the cabinet. There was a piece of paper under the phone, which seemed to be used to contact the front desk.

Other than that, there was nothing else in the room.

As for the small and exquisite bathroom, it goes without saying.

The glass is transparent, and the situation inside can be seen clearly.

In short, this is a simple room with no secrets.

Osamu Dazai pulled him to sit on the bed, patted the hard mattress, and asked him, "Are you satisfied?"

Hikaru Ueno: "..."

He looked at Osamu Dazai silently, wondering whether to talk nonsense in order to protect the other party's fragile heart.

Osamu Dazai was poor.

This is what he knew in the previous world.

When he returned to the human world, when he met Osamu Dazai for the first time, this man looked like he was living and sleeping in the open, looking a little embarrassed, and trying his best to hide his poverty.

It seems that this characteristic has also been brought into this world.

Hikaru Ueno patted Osamu Dazai's head in silence.

He is a little apprehensive.

In case Xiuzhi can't get rid of the key word "poverty" in all possibilities...

Thinking of this, Ueno Hikaru's movements could not help but be more gentle.

Then his wrist was grabbed directly.

Ueno Hikaru came back to his senses, looked at Dazai Osamu a little blankly, and then reacted slowly: This is not his Shuji.

Osamu Dazai grabbed his wrist, looked up at him slightly, and asked pitifully, "Are you not satisfied?"

Hikaru Ueno: "...No."

Not really satisfied.

He has no requirements on living conditions, and he lives wherever he lives.

How could he be dissatisfied with the room where he lived alone in the cave for so many years.

He hesitated only because... Osamu Dazai's expression now made him feel a little uncomfortable for no reason.

It's as if the other party is, cheating him.

Osamu Dazai sighed, let go of his hand, and lowered his head in disappointment.

"I know, you must be dissatisfied." He grabbed the corner of the bed sheet and flattened it little by little, "There is no way, I am different from them."

Ueno Hikaru subconsciously asked: "What's the difference?"

Osamu Dazai glanced up at him, then quickly lowered his head.

"I joined the earliest time, and the contract signed with the boss was still a few years ago. I worked the hardest, but the salary I got was much lower than the others. And I was obviously the first batch, but my status was not as good as those who came later. People are tall, so they can only be bullied casually."

He rested his chin on one hand and let out a long sigh.

"Did you know..." Osamu Dazai's voice gradually dropped, becoming somewhat ethereal.

He turned his head and hooked the chain hanging by the bed.

"I actually wanted to leave there a long time ago."

"But the boss has never let anyone go..."

Ueno Hikaru listened, suddenly raised his hand, and buckled the iron chain.

The fingers of the two people touched each other inadvertently.

"Just leave." Hikaru Ueno clenched the chain tightly, lowered his head, and looked at Osamu Dazai seriously, "You can definitely do it, as long as you want."

He knew Dazai Osamu had such ability.

No matter which world he is in, as long as it is something that Osamu Dazai wants to do, it is impossible not to fail to do it.

Osamu Dazai narrowed his gaze, smiled lightly, and said "OK".

Although he said it was to help Hikaru Ueno find a companion, in fact, Osamu Dazai's actions had no meaning in this regard at all.

During the day, he simply took Ye Guang for a walk around the neighborhood, letting him know the streets and alleys of the city, and then went back to his residence with the setting sun, and had dinner at the small noodle restaurant opposite.

Hikaru Ueno followed behind Osamu Dazai, silently watching the man shut the door and window tightly, and put a chair against the door, whispering: "If you are worried, you don't need to open it."

With a bang, the back of the chair hit the door.

Osamu Dazai straightened up and looked at him, raised his eyebrows and smiled, and asked, "You want to sleep with me?"

Hikaru Ueno straightened his chair and turned his head to look at him: "If you don't mind."

Not minding is of course impossible.

Osamu Dazai pulled him to the side of the bed, quickly removed the handcuffs, threw them aside, and told him "don't run around".

Hikaru Ueno supported the edge of the bed with one hand and nodded obediently.

The room was not big, and there was no entertainment equipment. Regardless of whether the handcuffs were removed or not, the two of them had to sit together and stare at each other. The only difference was the distance.

It's not interesting to watch someone for a long time. Osamu Dazai called the front desk and asked for a deck of playing cards to play with himself. Hikari Ueno sat on another bed and watched him play quietly.

He has been staring at people for a long time, and the people on the other side are not willing.

When the deck of cards was scattered again, Osamu Dazai suddenly looked up at him.

Hikaru Ueno was caught off guard and looked at Osamu Dazai. After a moment of silence, he found a topic: "How do you find my companion?"

"I'm sure I can't find it." Dazai Zhizhi spread his hands confidently, "It's up to you."

Hikaru Ueno: "?"

"You have to provide me with their information so that I can find the person you're looking for." He paused, looked at Hikari Ueno, and blinked slightly, "Or... what you're looking for."

Hikaru Ueno was taken aback for a moment, then reacted.

Since this person has tuned out the surveillance, he must also know the whole content of the conversation between him and Edogawa Ranpo.

"Can you help me find it?"

"Maybe~" Osamu Dazai withdrew his gaze, turned his head and put away all the playing cards scattered on the bed, piled them up in front of him, and then held them up in front of Hikaru Ueno.

He raised his chin and signaled Ueno Hikaru to take one from it.

Hikaru Ueno looked at the deck of playing cards a few times, and then saw Osamu Dazai, a little surprised.

In the original world, these poker tricks seemed to be the prerogative of Kaito.

But here, obviously not.

He asked curiously, "Magic?"

Osamu Dazai shook his index finger in front of him, and said mysteriously, "It's the foreknowledge."

Hikari Ueno was puzzled.

Osamu Dazai smiled, moved closer to him, and said softly, "He can tell you where that thing is hidden."

Thick clouds suddenly piled up outside the window, the sky suddenly darkened, and even the light in the room was lost in an instant.

The figure of the young man on the opposite side became a little blurry for a moment, and with his deliberately suppressed tone, it seemed that the two of them were really performing some mysterious ceremony.

The smile on Dazai Osamu's lips seemed to change for a moment.

There was a moment of stiffness, and then the arc deepened a bit.

Hikaru Ueno frowned, his eyes fell on the corner of his mouth involuntarily.

So the smile there was heavier again.

Osamu Dazai lowered his body and looked at him, shook the playing card, raised it a little, and persuaded: "Why don't you try?"

Hikaru Ueno withdrew his gaze, forced his gaze back to the cards, and randomly drew a card out of it.

The cards are reversed.

The bright red clown head is printed in the center.

The clown grinned and squeezed out a sinister smile.

Hikaru Ueno was stunned for a moment, then looked up at Osamu Dazai, seeking the "solution" of this foresight.

Unexpectedly, this person would leave the matter behind after finishing the prediction.

With a smile, he took the card from his hand and mixed it into the pile of cards, then slowly put away the playing cards and put them in the drawer of the bedside table.

At the end, he turned his head in doubt and asked, "What's the matter? Why are you looking at me all the time?"

Hikaru Ueno twitched his mouth, looked away, didn't ask anything, lay down on the bed silently, turned over, and left him a cold back.

Does Xiu Zhi have such a bad taste?

In the previous world, he didn't seem to feel it at all.

When getting along with the "brothers" in this world, he was sure that this person was completely different from his younger brother in another world.

But occasionally, he also feels...

It seems that they are also real.

Powerful, indifferent, scheming, and extremely intelligent.

There is always a sense of alienation from the surrounding environment, as if he doesn't care about anything.

But there are also times when she shows a cute gesture unknowingly.

It seemed that they were more like themselves than the well-behaved and obedient boys he remembered.

Hikaru Ueno stared at the empty bathroom for a while, then slowly closed his eyes.

The glass in the bathroom is uniquely designed, and he can even see the people behind him through it.

The hand hanging by the side was clenched, the fingertips touched each other, and twisted lightly.

He suddenly became a little unsure.

Could it be that some of the "possibilities" shown in this world are also happening or will happen in the original world?

There was a sudden light outside the window, the night turned into day, and then the thunder exploded, making a continuous commotion.

Hikaru Ueno resisted the urge to turn over.

Osamu Dazai is a strong, mature male youth who grew up alone in this world.

Not afraid of thunder.

He quietly warned himself.