[Comprehensive] Daily life of the retired savior

Seeing that neither of these two people meant to stop me, I looked up and walked towards the gate. After the doorman pushed open the glass door, I found that the outside was a terrace on the third floor of a certain building. shape step ladder.

Looking back, the two sitting behind the Fujimoto rose wall still didn't take any action. They didn't know why they were tossing about this, but the opportunity was so rare that they couldn't think about it for a while.

I hurried to the steps, the skirt was too cumbersome, I stumbled and walked to the edge of the terrace, and suddenly felt a chill behind me and subconsciously tilted to the top.

There is only a circle of rather low potted flowers as a fence here, which is not as high as my knees. As I dodge, gunshots rang out, and passers-by were in an uproar and dodged around. A waiter who was in a panic The man was running from behind me, maybe not on purpose, but he sent me off the patio with a single push.

The height of about three floors, visually estimated about ten meters, will land soon and there is basically no possibility of adjusting posture in the air.Pedestrians on the road scattered to avoid me, the "dangerous object" that fell from the sky, only a sand-colored shadow rushed in against the flow of people and opened its hands at me.

"Wow-poof!"

The momentum caused the two of us to fall to the ground together, and the rescuer was smashed by me so that his soul seemed to be spit out of his mouth.

Almost at the same time, the siren sounded, and the military police with live ammunition stepped into the scene to try to control the riot.

"Let's go." I frantically struggled to get up, and Dazai stood up coughing and panting and stretched out his hand to me.

Without thinking about it, I put my hand into his palm, and then I was dragged and rushed through the streets of Yokohama, just like a few years ago.

After making sure he was completely out of danger, he finally stopped in a dark alley and let out a "poof" laugh: "It's as if I've kidnapped the most precious pearl, with panic, nervousness and even a bit of timidity. "As he said that, he looked up and down the skirt I was wearing, and stretched out his hand to loosen the pearl hair chain on my head so that the hair scattered a little, "It's more like this, are you really not afraid of falling from one trap into another? "

"What's there to be afraid of?" I raised my hand to tuck the loose hair behind my ears and looked up at the person who was still panting: "You are a good person now, aren't you? I am the one with the 'evil' attribute Well, you should be the one who is afraid~" I even stretched out my hand and made a "grab" movement, and said out of breath with a smile, "I'm going to take you away...well, take you away...?"

I can’t think of the latter words. If it’s sold, probably only the Detective Society will reluctantly offer [-] yen for the sake of “colleague love”. As for the others, I really can’t think of anyone who is willing to pay to buy Osamu Dazai ...

He bent down and leaned closer and squinted his eyes and asked, "What is Li Xiang trying to do by taking me away?"

This distance was a bit too close, and someone deliberately lowered his voice, and the pressure suddenly increased in this dark alley.

"Follow me and run away so trustingly, Li Xiang really likes me a little bit, right!"

The iris eyes suddenly became bright, like a child who is looking forward to praise and affirmation.

I've known this man for so many years, and it's the first time I realize he's nervously anticipating something.No matter in the past or now, I have always clearly understood that he has no inclination or pursuit of life and death, good and evil, black and white, and has always lived in a state of indifference.

An empty person showed a "want" expression in front of me, showing a rare soft look, this is probably the closest Dazai got to the truth, not pretending to be weak like usual, but really working hard ……behave in a spoiled manner?

This guy is all over the place, there's nothing commendable about him not being a big piece of shit.However, when he looked forward to the whole person to light up and stare at me, he couldn't say the words of rejection.

A person who has nothing and is about to be drowned exudes the breath of "help me" from his bones, which is completely out of line to the point of foul!

I raised my hand to cover Dazai's eyes, and pushed him away, the young man submissively retreated slightly following my strength,

Although he didn't say anything, an uneasy and gloomy atmosphere filled the air again.

"I said... Dazai. I don't know when I will die in the battle of the singularity, and I don't know how much danger the status of Chaldean master will bring to the people around me, and I don't know that I can still How long will I stay in this world...Of course, I can't resolutely promise to meet in the underworld like a normal girl."

"If you want a gentle, strong, and supportive partner, I am obviously the most unsuitable kind. I will ignore you for a long time, and there are always all kinds of men with ambiguous attitudes around me Or women, it is more likely that the moment I nod to accept you, you will lie directly in the grave due to various reasons such as curses, attacks, accidents, etc. Think calmly, I am indeed the most unsuitable for love, and The type of marriage is not suitable, no matter from which point of view it is not suitable. My lover will probably be the most unlucky person in the world. He will give everything from life to death, but he will not get the fairness that belongs to lovers."

"In the face of such a person, you really need to think carefully. Even if you continue to be single, being a happy bachelor is probably happier than being my lover...at least I think so."

I really didn't say a single lie.As far as the scale of the Shura field in Chaldea is concerned, it is not a situation that I can settle at all! When did the heroic spirits "fight" behind their backs to reach a consensus? !With the power value of Dazai... how many heroic spirits can't beat him?

... Well, Andersen is one ... Mata Hari may be another, who else?

As for the mental competition, there are two intellectual ceilings poking at it! The picture is so beautiful that I can't even imagine it.

"What I'm asking is," the person whose eyes were covered by me still maintained this awkward posture, and his slightly trembling eyelashes made his palms a little itchy: "I'm asking about you, Fujimaru Tachika. Not Miss Savior."

"Understood? Before becoming the savior, you were Fujimaru Tateka first. This world is very important, but you are more important to me. Without you, this world has no meaning."

"As you said, you will accept the person who is willing to become a series of proof data. This person will become your weakness, and will also be your only link to this world. It belongs to you, unique, and irreplaceable. An inseparable existence. You will also bear the weight of this person's life at the same time, and coexist with this person in an ugly and deformed way."

"Isn't this romantic and beautiful way of death not enough to attract me?"

He finally closed his eyes and let the black hair fall on the back of my hand. He neither stepped forward nor backward, and completely handed over all the power to my palm—whether he was readily accepted or decisively rejected without any complaints. .

"I don't know. I'm sorry, I don't know whether I should agree or refuse. I don't hate you, yes, as you said, I also have a bit of a crush on you. If I were an ordinary girl, my heart would stall and I would feel dizzy. Promise, but I'm not, that assumption doesn't exist. I'm at a loss right now, Mr. Dazai, I don't want to see your name on the death list, yet everyone connected to Chaldea will be on this dreadful document at any moment... ..."

Before I finished speaking, Dazai gave me a standard answer directly.The man turned his head and ran out of the dark alley, stunned for a moment and suddenly realized what he was going to do, I dragged my skirt and hurried to catch up.This skirt is really in the way, I only had time to watch a sand-colored shadow rush towards the drain not far away, and then I heard a crisp "plop" sound, the splash was bigger than some diving teams, Pedestrians on the side of the road screamed one after another, and some of them were very kind and quickly dialed the phone number to notify the police.

I:"……"

After weighing repeatedly between pretending nothing happened and walking away silently and jumping down together, I finally chose to pick a clean place to squat down and stare dead fish eyes at someone "struggling" in the drain less than one meter deep : "Come out, you can't drown..."

Dazai turned his head to look at me with no expression on his face, and buried his head below the surface of the water again, lying flat in the water without moving.

Is this probably a Dazai-style silent protest?

The onlookers turned from horror to curiosity, and then hung up.

The last "Hey!" expression, the air is full of melon breath.

As the heroine of the incident, it was too late to run away at this time. Several middle-aged women "whispered" in a volume that I could definitely hear: "Young people nowadays, breaking up is not the same as we were back then!"

"That's right, if you get angry again, the other party can forgive me for apologizing like this!"

"Wouldn't it be sticking together again after the anger subsides?"

"Oh, you are really not ashamed of the word 'sticky'!"

Of course, some brave men came up to ask me if I was being stalked by scoundrels, and some young girls said that they must call the police in time when they encounter morons, otherwise this type of stalker will definitely evolve into a stalking criminal.

I:"……"

This year's Yokohama residents are really wonderful. If we don't take action, Dazai and I will probably make headlines tomorrow—the kind that will be sent condolence messages by all our acquaintances!

Dazai floated quietly in the water, motionless, the crowd gradually panicked, passers-by grabbed their phones again, I sneered helplessly, and faced the terrified eyes of the audience, I picked up the hem of my skirt and jumped into the drain, holding his phone with one hand. The collar lifts the person from lying on his stomach to sitting on his knees.

"I really can't do anything about you. If you act like a baby in this way, don't you consider whether it will bring trouble to others?"

Dazai looked over pitifully, like a cat pulled out of the water by a shit-shoveling officer, with a white face and tears in his eyes: "You are irresponsible!"

There was an uproar around me, which made me fully understand what is called "eyes like knives".