Is Ms. Oda married today? [Comprehensive]

"Dazai, thank you."

He answered the phone with a tremor that he didn't even notice, and Osamu Dazai heard the calm voice of the woman on the other side as usual.

Hearing her words, Osamu Dazai understood that she knew everything.

How did she learn to use the 'book' to achieve her goals? Osamu Dazai turned back a little and remembered Ranpo's seemingly unintentional but intentional words.

[You'll know sooner or later, just think about it. ]

Ranpo taught her how to use the 'book'.

"You...how can you say thank you to everyone." Thinking of this, he knew that he didn't have to hide from her, and his voice seemed to start to tremble.

He uttered a word, and the detective sitting across from him muttered 'drink drink' in a low voice, jumped up from the sofa and ran out of the reception room.

The woman's voice was hoarse: "Because I can't remember what Dazai did for me for the rest of my life."

Still not clear?He is.

He opened his mouth and gave an ugly smile.

"One branch of you is all the motivation to support me to live."

The trajectory of this world is different from what he remembers.

He followed ALLFORONE from the beginning of his memory. When he was 11 years old, he had an extra memory in his brain. The extra memory was produced when he came into contact with a book. ALLFORONE who ordered him to touch the book at that time asked him ' Is it this one', he shook his head and said 'it's the same as a normal book'.

Then after ALLFORONE left, he hid the book.

Through that book, he saw the direction of another world without 'personality', and he knew that this was the root of the world that ALLFORONE was looking for.

He saw his friend Oda Saku, Ango, Mori Ogai who tried his best to protect Yokohama and the port mafia, saw his partner Nakahara Chuya during the Gang Hero period, and saw his disciple Akutagawa Ryunosuke.

And everyone from the Armed Detective Agency, the combination, the mouse, the hound...

Then he was attracted to the same person like the countless Dazai in the book world, and they all did the same thing for that gentle person.

Save Odasaku.

But he is bolder than other Dazai Osamu, he chooses to solve the problem from the root.

He destroyed the book, leaving only one page, and wrote the sentence that all Osamu Dazai expected.

[Oda Sakunosuke will survive. ]

"Yizhi, you don't know how crazy what I did."

"I put the book into your body, and now I know that although the organization of the book has been solved, there is no guarantee that someone will know the existence of the 'book' in the future."

"I lured MIMIC to Yokohama, and wanted the former leader to order them to be killed, but I didn't know that you were the bodyguard of the former leader at that time... I let you break the principle, I let you kill... so many You are the one who has been sad for a lifetime."

"Even so, do you want to thank me?"

He trembled imperceptibly.

After listening to him, the other side paused for a while. For a short time, he felt as if he had experienced such a long time from the Big Bang of the universe to the opening of the era of individuality. Then he heard the woman sigh on the other side, and his heart sank completely. go down.

"I really shouldn't thank you."

The boy's expression dimmed, and he smiled wryly: "Oda..."

"I'll treat you to a drink some other day." She said flatly on the other end, "My tone just now was too solemn as a way to thank my friend."

"..."

"Call Ango, Chuya, or Dr. Mori if you want, and let's go to a place we frequent for a drink." She thought for a while, "If Dr. Mori is coming, Alice will come with her, and I have to talk to you in advance. The owner said to prepare milk."

"Yizhi." His voice sounded like he was about to cry.

"Ok?"

"Not the dwarf, not the bastard leader, and not Ango, just the two of us."

"Okay, but you can't drink too much, you're underage."

"I'm already an adult, and the age of adulthood has been changed to." He said with a nasal voice and a soft smile, "so I can have a good drink with you."

Oda Kazue's voice seemed to be distressed, but also seemed to be emotional: "It's an adult, time is so fast, you were only 11 years old when I first saw you."

She added: "But the age allowed to drink is still 20?"

"Who cares about this in the port mafia?" He smiled lowly, and he returned to his usual appearance, and his voice became more energetic, "That little guy is often drunk, but I drink every day. Also praying he gets caught by the cops while driving, port mafia cadres get arrested for DUI and underage drinking, it's so funny."

Oda laughed: "Indeed."

"And..."

They chatted a lot, and Kazue Oda patiently told him not to smash the hard tofu in the future. If the hard tofu is damaged, he will not be able to eat it. He also asked him to tell the leader not to spoil the hard tofu anymore. It is for eating. Yes, not for blocking guns.

After chatting for a while, the two of them hung up the phone.

After hanging up the phone, a few minutes later, Osamu Dazai giggled in the empty reception room.

She didn't blame him, and she didn't alienate him because of it, and the whole time he was disturbed by what happened to Osamu Dazai from another world.

And this is all uneasiness created by himself. The real situation is that he is still tolerated and cared for by Oda.

He seemed to hear the old man in the bowler hat whispering to him.

[You are confused in yourself and cannot find the meaning of living in this world. Since you think saving Oda will give you meaning, then do it. ]

[This is the only salvation for you.Success is also Oda, failure is also Oda, you have to think about it. ]

He did it, and it worked.

Oda Kazue still regards him as a friend.

And still drink with him and listen to him chatting about some boring things.

She still has a calm face, but listens carefully to what he said about these things, and when others think that she should complain, she agrees all over her face, affirming his words as a matter of course.

He didn't need to pinch himself to be sure he was awake now.

He looks out the window.

The night is full of stars, the bright moon cut in half by the window exudes a cold light, and the neon lights are flickering bustlingly outside the window.

Darkness enveloped all this, but the light also illuminated the darkness.

He murmured in his heart——

He's Osamu Dazai, he's a born mafia.

He is darker than the night, wandering among death and pain, wandering between death and life.

After tonight, he was still Osamu Dazai, a born mafia.

Gunshots and blood were always with him, but someone pulled him out of the arms of death.

Walking in death, he also wants to live.

Walking in pain, he also wants to live.

Because he is Oda Kazue's friend Osamu Dazai.

Oda hung up the phone and looked at the email she had scrambled while talking.

[The citrus in Shizuoka is delicious, I will ask you to eat it when I have time~]

In other words, the oranges are the reward he asked for?

Oda smiled lightly and replied to his email.

[it is good. ]

And then...

She saw the email Enokida sent her.

[The person you asked me to find already has a clue, come to Fukuoka when you have time. ]

Are you going to Fukuoka?

She wondered in her heart, should she move to Shizuoka first and then go to Fukuoka, or should she just take the children to Fukuoka now?

The two options do not affect each other.

It was already late at night, and the children and Akutagawa had already fallen asleep. She thought for a long time in this silent night, and finally decided to ask Akutagawa what he meant.

After all, it has something to do with Akutagawa, and it's not appropriate to let her decide alone.

Putting that aside, she tosses her phone on the couch and turns to staring at the silent TV, something overflowing inside her.

There was probably joy, but there was also anxiety about what Dazai said.

Her own safety is not important, what matters is Akutagawa and the others.

She subconsciously lit another cigarette and took two puffs. The curl of smoke shuttled between her eyelashes and hair. She suddenly remembered that she had smoked a lot in the living room today. Li's taste has long put on a resentful face.

If it wasn't for seeing that she was really troubled, this brat would have started making trouble long ago.

Oda went to the balcony again carrying the ashtray.

Facing the cool summer night wind, she hadn't taken a few puffs when she heard the door of the balcony next door being opened, and the helpless voice of the black-haired man wafted from the other end.

"Miss Oda, this is the third one I've seen you smoke today." The implication is to smoke less.

Oda turned to look at him, not angry, as many people have said about her bad habit.

She looked at him with those water-like eyes reflected by the light, shook the cigarette ash and said calmly to the man: "When a person is in a bad mood, he will smoke to relieve stress, just like Mr. Aizawa drinking."

As he said that, a piece of information appeared in Oda's mind.

Aizawa Shouta.

Occupation: Xiongying High School teacher, eliminate heroes.

Mission: Was sent by his boss Nezu to protect Kazue Oda.

Client: Osamu Dazai.

This would also explain why he was able to appear by her side in time.

Oda Kazue thought with a cigarette in his mouth.

Aizawa was also wronged, and couldn't say anything else to stop him.

He scratched his head and asked, "Are the children asleep?"

"Well, I smoked too much today. If I smoke in the room again, Kosuke will ignore me when I smell it after waking up."

Kosuke?Is it the kid who talks the most?

Aizawa glanced at the cigarette case in front of her, seeing this posture, she was ready to smoke enough outside the house.

He was about to say something less, but when the smell of mint smoke was brought to the tip of his nose by a gust of cool wind, he looked at the white neck exposed between the neckline of the woman's blouse and her hair, and her half-rolled cuffs, and said mysteriously A sentence.

"I still have something to do. I won't sleep for a while. You can sit here for a while."

After a pause, he added dryly: "It's cold at night."

"Is it okay? Will it disturb your work." Oda stared at him and asked.

"No." Aizawa said, "You can't run around the house like a kid, can you?"

Oda couldn't help but hooked her lips, then she put the cigarette between her fingers in her mouth, picked up the cigarette case, turned around and closed the balcony door, and then jumped to the opposite side by stepping on the edge of her balcony like in the morning. Zena.

After she landed, Aizawa greeted her sideways, and when Oda passed him, he smelled a stronger smell of mint smoke.

Is it black GUO?

He recalled the cigarette case she held in his hand just now and guessed.

Occasionally smokes in the middle of the night, and it seems to be this brand. He didn't think the smell was so good before, but now it is inexplicably attractive.

Aizawa stood on the spot and thought for a while, guessing that the reason he likes this smell is probably due to the addition of hormones. After finding a reasonable reason for himself, he closed the door and then entered the room.

After Oda walked into the house, Aizawa behind him asked her seriously: "I don't have anything to drink here."

He thought of the cans of beer Mike had brought.

"Want a beer?"

"Water is fine, it's too late now, my body can't take it."

When Oda Kazue saw the man going to pour water, he glanced at her, that look seemed to say 'you just know', and she wanted to laugh again.

While Aizawa was pouring water for her, she glanced at Aizawa's laptop on the table, the screen was densely packed with words, she accidentally looked away after reading two lines.

He should be writing about the training camp in the woods of Xiongying High School.

Averting her eyes, she stared blankly at the TV screen that was not turned on while smoking a cigarette. After Aizawa put the water glass in front of her, and there was a slight collision sound between the bottom of the glass and the table, she came back to thank her.

"It's okay." After putting down the cup, Aizawa fished out the notebook, put it on his lap and typed.

"You can watch TV." He said coldly while typing.

"That's good." Oda said.

Then Aizawa looked at her again.

Seeing her staring at one point in a daze and starting to daze, Aizawa really didn't intend to turn on the TV, so he stopped talking, lowered his head and dutifully wrote the lesson plan.

Oda continued to smoke in a daze alone, her thoughts flying wildly, from Mori Ogai to Dazai, then from Akutagawa to Atsushi, and Aizawa Celti, etc. Start thinking about other unimportant things.

In addition to the smoke she swallowed, she vaguely smelled other smells in the air.

What is it like?

It seems to be a light fragrance.

She remembered smelling it on Chuya or Dr. Mori, men's perfume?

Or aftershave?

Messily listed a bunch of brands of aftershave and perfume in her mind, throwing out the smells one by one, she glanced thoughtfully at Aizawa who was sitting on the sofa working seriously.

Looking at it this way, Oda felt that there was something different about him.

She exhaled a breath of smoke slowly and stared at the man.

The loose short-sleeved shirt wrapped his well-trained body, and the arms exposed from the short sleeves were covered with smooth muscles.

no change.

His eyes extended along his arms to his palms. His palms were full of strength. Every time he moved his fingers while typing, he could vaguely see the movement of small muscle groups, and his knuckles were slightly white.

Same as what I saw a few days ago.

Looking further up, she slid along the folds of clothes piled up between her waist and abdomen all the way to his obvious collarbone and neck, and jumped onto his chin...

While Oda Kazue found his difference, he also identified the source of the smell.

He shaved.

After finding the source of the smell, she continued to slip along his sharp jawline to his ears that were not exposed. Afterwards, she saw that the slightly long black hair was tied back by him.

Immediately afterwards, Oda Kazue noticed a gaze falling on her.

Obviously, her observation of Aizawa's behavior was known by the person concerned.

She moved her eyes again and met a pair of dark eyes.

"What's wrong?" Aizawa looked at her with dark eyes.

As he said that, Aizawa saw a few cigarette butts she had pressed in the ashtray again, and asked expressionlessly, "Do you still want to smoke?"

"After all, I haven't decompressed yet." She had good reasons.

Aizawa knew that he had only known her for a few days, so talking more would be meddling, and then he heard the woman continue talking.

"Mr. Aizawa, there is another way to decompress that I haven't tried yet."

"another?"

While Oda Yizhi was smoking a few cigarettes desperately, he also took advantage of this time to finish writing the lesson plans, so he had time to chat with her.

"Yeah." She made a nasal sound.

After Aizawa turned off the laptop, he closed it and put it on the table.

Then he picked up the cup and took a sip of water to moisten his throat. While putting the cup on the table, he turned around and asked.

"What way?" He thought it was better than smoking.

Oda Kazue's answer was to lean forward and give him a mint-flavored kiss, and his dry and soft lips gently pressed against his moist lips.

The soft touch spread on his lips, and the more intense mint smell stimulated his sense of smell.

He opened his eyes wide in a little astonishment, looking at the woman's eyes that were so close, with gentle smiles.

Anyway...better than smoking?

Aizawa froze, he repeated this sentence mechanically in his heart.

At the same time, Oda Kazue also smelled the smell of aftershave more clearly from him.

"Is it okay, Mr. Aizawa?" She asked softly against the man's lips.

can what?

While he was dazed, he supported the woman's shoulders, and after holding it, he realized that although Oda Kazue was tall, he had a small frame, so he could hold it with one hand, and he still had room to rub her collarbone with his fingers.

"Can you?" she asked again.

Aizawa could feel each other's lips trembling, as if a tiny electric current rushed through, quickly reaching his fingertips and heart, itching.

He subconsciously let out an 'hmm'.

Then he heard the woman laughing in a slightly hoarse voice, charming and sexy.

The sound reached his ears and shook his eardrums.

Now his ears are itching too.

The author has something to say: So, life mentor Natsume Soseki controls everything hhhh

Let Miss Oda not be a killer, let Dazai follow his heart to save Miss Oda.

As expected of Sanhuami standing at the top of the food chain!

Ms. Oda's hanging is really big, although it is big, but it is used once less hhhh

The slovenly Mr. Aizawa began to pay attention to his image and shave. What does this mean?

I want to attract Miss Oda!

PS: Thanks LL for mine! ! !Spinning and jumping to give you a kiss!