You may not believe it when you say it [Comprehensive]

"Meet me in Sakuragawa. 'At Sakuragawa Blooming River, you can meet me'. Dazai-san, that's how you explained my name back then."

After briefly explaining the matter, Sakuragawa hugged the cup filled with mercury, and sat side by side with Dazai on the edge of the flower bed, never leaving his eyes from Dazai's face when he said this.

The two were very close, Sakuragawa even grabbed the fingers of Dazai's left hand.

"It's really a nice name." Dazai nodded without any discomfort, and then suddenly changed the topic, "It's just——can you stop calling me 'Mr. Dazai'?"

Sakuragawa was taken aback: "Should I just call 'Dazai'?"

Dazai: "Alright."

Sakuragawa nodded and called out, "Dazai."

Dazai raised his eyebrows, looked at Sakuragawa for a while, and said in an unclear tone: "You are so good."

Sakuragawa hooked his fingers unconsciously, tightening his grip: "So Mr. Dazai likes me more, right?"

"Ok?"

Dazai looked sideways at her.

Sakuragawa quickly changed his words: "Then does Dazai like me more?"

Dazai seemed to be unable to restrain his laughter, and he didn't make things difficult for Sakuragawa, and asked directly: "Why do you want me to like you more?"

Sakura Chuan just grasped his fingers even more tightly and stopped talking.

In fact, the answer is obvious.

Dazai just wanted to hear what she had to say out of spite.

Sakuragawa was silent for a while, then tentatively changed the subject: "How did Dazai find out about these things?"

"Many, you are full of flaws."

Osamu Dazai said casually, pointing his fingertips, and seemed to draw the countless exposed places in his mouth in the air, paused his fingers, and Dazai added, "...no one would look at you with that kind of eyes. Follow me."

Sakuragawa was curious: "What kind of eyes?"

"Hmm..." Dazai thought for a few seconds, his tone was a little frivolous, maybe he is used to it, "The kitten who has listened to the master's words but still faces the risk of being abandoned, finally saw the master's stray dog ​​in the heavy rain on the side of the road , you are so bullied outside and you have to stay until you come home to cry, poor little girl~"

At the end of the words, it was like a sigh, and it was like a low chant.

Sakuragawa: "..."

Sakura Chuan frowned: "Then am I a cat or a dog? Or a poor boy?"

"You are all."

Dazai turned his eyes, and the light flashed in his eyes. The young man's smile was the most deadly. He squinted his eyes, receiving the sudden intensification of sunlight when he raised his head, and his whole face shone brightly under the sunlight, "...Oh , The weather is so good today, but the timing is not coincidental."

Sakuragawa stared at his fair chin for a while, and asked, "Have you been hunted down very hard recently?"

"Correct, it's an assassination."

Dazai's expression and gestures are all relaxed and peaceful, and he does not cooperate with this apparently unfriendly topic, "After all, the incident happened not long ago, and I can understand their stupid behavior of rushing to the doctor when they are in a hurry."

He slightly bent his eyes and changed the subject.

"But people—"

"You always have to pay for what you do."

So whether he was used as a test subject for suicide or killed by someone sent by Mr. Mori, it was something they should have expected before taking action.

Well.

Maybe they slightly underestimated Osamu Dazai's ability.

Sakuragawa tilted his head.

Dazai stood up now, and there was naturally a height difference between the two of them. Seeing Sakuragawa's expression, Dazai reached out and touched her head unconsciously.

There was no abnormality in Sakuragawa's expression, and he rubbed against his palm very familiarly, but Osamu Dazai himself, who made this gesture, had a rather strange expression for a moment.

Dazai retracted his hand quite naturally.

"I have to think about what I was thinking when I was 19 years old."

he said in a low voice.

This sentence, which can be heard as complaints or distress, came out of Osamu Dazai's mouth with some inexplicable interest, as if he was looking forward to the next development and was happy about it.

But even so, the 14-year-old Osamu Dazai still sighed decently, and said in a cheerful tone that seemed to be about to soar into the sky and skyrocket to [-] miles:

"At the age of 19, I look back and think that I have calculated clearly. If I don't do something, I always feel that I have been manipulated."

Dazai's eyes brightened.

The gloomy and decadent atmosphere that enveloped him was finally swept away at this moment, revealing the bright color of the sky after the heavy rain.

Sakuragawa stood up suddenly, jumped up and put his arms around Dazai's neck, hugging him tightly.

Dazai was caught off guard by her embrace: "...you see me?"

"here I am!"

Sakuragawa replied crisply, and hugged him even harder, like a giant dragon guarding a treasure, embracing his property with all his body, "That one just now, so handsome! Dazai."

Dazai: "..."

Dazai: "Thank you?"

It was rare for Dazai to hesitate.

"You're welcome!"

Sakuragawa replied happily, his voice filled with countless flowing and shining stars, "I am so happy to see you again, today I also think you are more handsome, and I like you even more!"

She lightly and quickly pressed the corner of Dazai's lips, the simple touch was so simple that it couldn't even bring out any charm, Sakuragawa leaned on Dazai's shoulder contentedly, rubbing the slightly cold cloth , whispered: "Great...I'm not afraid at all now."

Sakuragawa put her hands on his waist. Judging from her proficient movements and the posture of relying on her wholeheartedly, it is definitely not a proficiency that can be achieved only a few times.

She should do this often.

...often rushing over to hug him like this.

Dazai was in a delicate mood for a while.

Don't look at him being neurotic (?) on the surface and tending to be normal in his own sense, in fact, since Dazai discovered and confirmed the relationship between Sakuragawa and himself, his whole mood has been on a very special level.

I feel incredible, so I am observing.

He was slightly confused by the other party's overly taken-for-granted attitude.

This is the 14-year-old Dazai Osamu, different from the 19-year-old who doesn't know what's in his head.

"After going back this time, I will never leave you again."

At this moment, the girl's gentle voice, which was lower than before, seemed to be blown away by the wind at any time, melted into the air that was gradually flowing around her ears, and spread out gently and irresistibly, "Don't try to drive me away."

No threat at all.

He didn't look like someone that Osamu Dazai could raise at all.

But the heart suddenly beat out of the regular and unnecessary.

Ranbu was very angry.

I couldn't be more angry.

Kunikida didn't even eat the small cakes he bought for him, and he sulked with his back to the gate, but he still refused to move his position, stuck in the middle of the room like a barricade, sitting on a swivel chair, thinking about it even more depressed after a while I just turned around once or twice, and then stubbornly adjusted back to the state with my back facing the gate.

It has to be said that he looks like a vicissitudes old father waiting for his daughter to return home late.

Kunikida realized that Ranpo was quite angry this time, and it couldn't be solved casually—it didn't work for him to coax the other party's favorite snacks, so he had to turn to his friend who was holding a teacup and looked disillusioned. Xie Ye asked.

Yu Xieye blew on the hot air above the teacup and shook his head: "Nie Yuan, Nie Yuan."

Kunikida: "..."

Kunikida: "Speak human."

Yu Xie Ye gave him a sideways glance; "People say that you will be able to see later when you grow eyes, so don't waste my time by asking me."

Kunikida: "..."

So a creature like a woman is really not to be messed with.

The door of the detective agency opened in response to the sound. Compared with the direct entry of ordinary employees, or the polite knock on the door of visiting visitors, the actions of the visitors were much more hesitant than the former, and much more familiar than the latter.

First, he moved the door lock, and then pushed the door open in a tentative way.

With medium-length hair, her appearance is extremely delicate, and her skin is incredibly white.

The eyes are dark blue, obviously a very deep color, but she forcibly created an ignorant and innocent sense of roundness.

"Who is this……"

"Humph!!"

Kunikida couldn't complete a question at all, and was strangled to death by the arrogant voice from Ranbu Moda in the middle.

The humming of Ranbu... Well, the dissatisfied sound from the nasal cavity successfully attracted the attention of Sakuragawa who just opened the door and stepped in.

Sakuragawa was not only attracted attention, she was also a little scared.

That expression is like witnessing a magical blockbuster in real life, not only not sure, but also doubting his own senses.

Yosano and Yosano slapped Sakuragawa, and dragged Kunikida away from the scene, ignoring the latter's series of inquiries about what happened during his business trip, and Yosano's extremely rich colleague loved five yuan The cookie gags Kunikida's mouth at the same time.

The world is peaceful and free from violence.

Luanbu here slapped the table heavily, probably to create his own aura and exaggerate a heavy and solemn atmosphere, but before this tall environment existed for two seconds, Luanbu put his palms inwards. At the edge of his mouth, he blew eagerly.

Sakuragawa: "..."

She felt like she was in the fog, so she walked over, and when she got close, Luanbu thought she was looking up at Yingchuan fiercely, but in fact, because of the pain in his palm, this look was full of coquettishness and grievance meaning.

Ying Chuan understood, stretched out his hand gently, put the back of Luanbu's hand in his palm, lowered his eyes, and began to imitate his blowing breath very gently.

"It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt anymore."

Will reach out and touch gently.

Luanbu withdrew his hand abruptly, and snorted heavily again: "Don't think that I will forgive you!"

Sakura Chuan slightly widened his eyes: "Forgive?"

"You come back smelling like someone I don't like, I'm mad!"

Luanbu paused word by word, speaking very clearly, as if afraid that Sakuragawa would not understand, suppressing his voice, trying to make his tone sound particularly serious, "The consequences are really, really serious."

Sakuragawa's mind froze, thinking that Ranbu was usually so keen and insightful, could it be because he has a good nose and smell?

When Sakura Chuan was distracted for a while, Luanbu's dissatisfaction suddenly increased exponentially, and he snorted heavily for the third time, almost using his life to snort and express his dissatisfaction:

"I said I was angry! Can you listen to me carefully!"

Sakuragawa locked his eyes on his swollen cheeks with anger, and was silent for a moment. First, he nodded his head to show that she heard clearly. Then, Sakuragawa stretched out his hand and took a step without hesitation.

He stepped forward and hugged Ranbu.

"Now, I have the smell of chaotic steps all over my body."

Sakuragawa whispered in his ear.