After I divorced from chaos step

"Dazai."

I walked to the seat next to Dazai and pulled out the bar chair.Ever since I found out what he did to Yukimura, I never used honorifics to him again.

Dazai must have drunk a lot, and his body smelled of alcohol.

But it's strange that most people's faces are getting redder after drinking.For example, if you walk in disorder, after drinking a glass of wine, your face will turn red like a boiled shrimp.

Dazai's face became paler and paler.

He lowered his head slightly, his fluffy and slightly curly hair covered his eyes, and his pale face exuded a kind of desolate beauty.

"Qingxi sauce, you have resumed your single life, you seem to be in good spirits."

Even the teasing in his voice had a hint of laziness.

"I am very energetic every day, because I love life." I sat on the bar chair and looked up at the price list of drinks.

"Hey." He laughed and repeated in a low voice, "I love life..."

I ordered a glass of strong crystal coral with a large cube of ice.Snacks are provided at the bar, and I ordered two more boxes of senbei.

Before the divorce, I had to take care of Luanbu, and he didn't like me coming to the bar. I hardly had such a leisurely time during this period of time, sitting on the bar chair at the bar, shaking the square glass, watching Strings of tiny air bubbles explode around the ice cubes in the glass.

Although the atmosphere of this bar is not very good, it is too warm, only noisy, and there is a faint undercurrent.

"Dazai, I want to see Mr. Tsu."

I pushed a box of senbei in front of Dazai, and said sincerely, "I tried, but he didn't hear me, and he didn't give me any response."

When my father fell asleep, I tried to talk to Mr. Jin. I told about the problems I encountered, but what responded to me was the sound of my father's long breathing, and Mr. Jin was still sleeping in his body.

Dazai opened his eyelids and picked up a senbei: "That cunning guy actually knows everything that happened outside."

I was taken aback for a moment, and then I remembered that the day I first met Mr. Jin, he suddenly woke up from his father's body.

Later, when I was in middle school, my power went berserk again, and he brought Dazai to chase after me at the first time.

"You can't wake up a person who is pretending to be asleep, he just doesn't want to see you." Dazai took a bite of the senbei and said with emotion, "That guy has such a bad personality—"

"Mr. Jin is very similar to you."

Dazai choked, and the corner of his mouth twitched.

"Where does it look like? Huh?"

He raised his eyebrows, because he had a senbei in his mouth, and trembled vaguely with grievances.

"From the nose to the eyebrows, from the figure to... the bandage." I pointed to the loose bandage on his arm, "They all look alike."

Mr. Jin had more bandages on his body, although he was unharmed.

I can't understand this kind of uninjured and bandaged behavior, just like I can't understand why Dazai always thinks of suicide and martyrdom.

"Since Qingxi sauce said that I resemble him, I can't let him out."

"Are you sure you don't want to help?" I took out my phone and clicked on the group chat [Dream Chasing Little Milk Dogs] to show him, "Didn't you say you would help me before, that's why you created this group chat, didn't you?"

"Help will help, what a cute desktop." Dazai stretched out his finger and poked on my phone screen, "But there is never more than one road to Rome."

I approached him and said seriously: "What if I go this way?"

"Become a pig~"

Just before his fingers touched the tip of my nose, I reached out and grabbed his hand.

Both he and Toss enjoyed playing this game with great enjoyment. They pressed the tip of my nose up, making a pig expression on purpose.

Dazai failed to succeed, but he didn't show any disappointment. He bent his fingers, and his cold fingertips gently brushed against my palm.

a little itchy.

I let go of my hand and said angrily, "If you don't help me, then I won't help you."

"Good." Still smiling, he lowered his head and drank another half glass of wine.

Just as I finished my glass of wine and decided to go home, a bullet was fired in our direction.

Looking at the trajectory of the bullet, I judged that the target was Dazai.

Holding the wine glass, his eyes seemed to fall on the scattered dust in space, and he didn't care about what was about to happen to him.

The moment the bullet was about to penetrate his back, I grabbed his collar and dragged him away from the bar.

boom.

In front of the bar where he sat just now, a bullet was deeply embedded in it.

The atmosphere in the bar instantly became weird and tense, and even the orange light that shone on Dazai's face just now became dark and eerie.

I roughly counted, three on the left back, two on the right back, two on the front, maybe outside the door, and more.

The hustle and bustle just now seemed to be just an illusion floating on the surface. In fact, a murder was brewing here from the very beginning.

Except for the tired and sleepy face written by the bartender, I couldn't find a single real thing in the whole bar.

"Your enemy?"

Dazai shook the wine glass that he was still unwilling to put down, and said in a tone full of regret: "Today is really an unlucky day."

The Chou family did not reveal their identity first, then accuse them, and finally execute them like they did in the TV series.They only have the last step in their eyes.

So much so that no one talked about their motives for seeking revenge.

The bartender seemed to be familiar with such a scene, and he was not surprised at all. He pressed a button on the bar and opened a small door behind him. Before he walked in, he bowed to us: "Mr. Dazai, I hope you live Until the day we pay our bills."

Dazai said with a smile, "It might become a bad debt today."

The bartender covered his face, expressed a slight headache, and then disappeared.

I thought about pressing the button again, only to find that the button on the bar had disappeared.

"His ability is the escape space." Dazai said happily after explaining, "Qingxi sauce, why don't we die here today."

"Don't." I grabbed his arm and stepped back, kicking a person who rushed forward, "The basic condition of dying for love is to have feelings."

"Oh?" He was puzzled.

"Otherwise it can only be—" I kicked two more people over, kicked them to the ground and said the second half of the sentence slowly, "Together we will die together."

"Is there any difference?" Dazai shrugged his shoulders, "For me, it's all about being accompanied by a beautiful lady and taking a shortcut to reach the end of the journey."

The members who came to assassinate Dazai are not strong. I didn't use the power, and Dazai didn't take it seriously. We chatted and cleaned them up.

When I got rid of the last person, I realized that Dazai actually knew their existence and purpose a long time ago. He was just bored and wanted to find something to do, and regarded them as toys to pass the time at home.

thump.

There was a loud noise in front of the bar, the door slowly opened, and the bartender came back again.

He said with a "hey": "The fight was really fierce. The accident insurance for the bar I bought this time is going to make money again. Mr. Dazai, thank you. You can get a [-]% discount on the drink you owed before."

"It's only [-]% off."

Dazai wasn't happy with the result, but I noticed his face was slowly turning red at last.

With a puff, he spat on the ground.

It's a pool of dark red liquid.

My first reaction was blood, and my second reaction was wine.

He raised his face, his eyes were blurred, and then he fell down on the bar counter with a bang.

"Drink too much again, really." The bartender frowned, pointed at me and said, "I called the police here, and you take him away before the police come."

"He was fine just now..."

"This wine has a strong aftertaste. He drank too much."

"Oh."

"Why don't you take him away?" The bartender said coldly, "If you don't leave, when the police arrive later, my insurance money will be voided."

"……Yes."

Although I don't know why the insurance money will be voided, but my current status is not suitable for getting involved with the police, so I paid the bill, carried Dazai on my back, and left the bar.

"Dazai, why don't you call your friend to pick you up?"

I tried to communicate with the person on my back, but he ignored me. Instead, he adjusted to a more comfortable sleeping position and hugged my neck tighter.

...is simply suffocating.

I freed up one hand and decided to call Fukuzawa Yukichi. He is Dazai's boss and should come to pick him up, but when I turned on the phone, I found that the phone was dead.

"Dazai, lend me your cell phone."

I put down Dazai who was unwilling and uncooperative, and just about to take out the phone from his pocket, he suddenly grabbed the phone, pulled his collar, and threw it in.

The whole movement is done in one go, without sloppy at all.

If I want to get his phone, I have to put my hand in his clothes...it's also horrible.

I carried Osamu Dazai home.Let's say it's home, the house that Rosalie and I shared.

Rosalie was not at home, and probably went to borrow books from Edgar Allan Poe.I emailed her and she hasn't responded yet.

Dazai lay obediently and quietly on the ground. I turned on the heating mode of the air conditioner, put a blanket on him, and said, "I'll make you some hangover tea. You can lie down and rest for a while."

I can't tell what kind of mentality I have to do this kind of thing.

But when I left him on the side of the road just now, he actually held one of my fingers with both hands, with a satisfied smile on his lips.

This kind of Dazai was defenseless, and he still retained a long-lost innocence. back home.

I was a little worried about him, so I deliberately locked the balcony window to prevent him from impromptu jumping off the building after giving me a drink.

The ingredients of hangover tea are very common, and the method is very simple. When I was studying in Russia, I often brewed it for Tosi.

Tuosi's alcohol capacity is not bad, but unfortunately his health is too poor and his immunity is extremely low. He can't stand the alcohol, so he can only taste a little.

"Dazai—"

After brewing the hangover tea, I went to the room to call for someone, but I didn't find Dazai.

Could it be that he has already left?

Didn't hear the door knock.

To be honest, I still have doubts about whether he is really drunk or fake drunk.

I would like to identify whether his acting skills are as usual this time, or is it a rare expression of true feelings.

I searched every room and finally came to the bathroom.

The bathroom door was ajar, and Dazai's brown windbreaker was thrown at the door.

I pushed open the door and walked in.

The windows were wide open, and the cold air was pouring in from the outside.Before I had time to turn on the light, I saw a shocking scene.

"Hey--"

In the bathtub, a tub full of water flowed silently.

Dazai sat inside, hugging his knees, in an extremely helpless and defensive posture, like a child with autism.His head and face were completely submerged in the water due to his hunched waist.

The moonlight shone on him, and he was paler than anything else.