[Comprehensive] Daily life of the retired savior

"Dazai." Mr. Oda stopped him from further questioning in time, saving me from emotional collapse.I hid my head between my arms, adjusted my breathing and calmed down, then raised my head again and looked at him with a smile: "Mr. Dazai was joking, it has nothing to do with you if I get angry because of anyone."

"..."

"Oh, so." His smile changed, and it seemed to be a little sad and nostalgic, "Is that so?"

Mr. Oda looked left and right very puzzled, picked up his glass and left the bar: "Sorry for blocking your conversation, will this be better?"

I:"……"

Oda-san, you are a genius of logic!

Dazai also fell silent, stopped talking and looked at me, staring at the hockey puck in his own cup with a gloomy expression.The uncle bartender opposite probably also wanted to leave this strange place like Mr. Oda... It's a pity that he is a bartender, and he can't change his seat just like the customer said.

So he turned around and folded a red rose from the decorative vase and put it in front of me: "Miss, with all due respect, if I could be ten years younger, I would definitely use practical actions to refute your too self-effacing words just now, you know, Excessive self-effacement is arrogance. For a charming young lady like you, it is sacrilegious to comment on her appearance alone. But..." He pushed the rose forward and lowered his voice in my ear: "Man They are all young children, and they always hope to be pampered by the person they like. To put it simply - that young gentleman probably wants you to coax him. Are you really not thinking about it? He seems very Disappointed..."

!!!

One or two of you, why are you so good at understanding!

Originally, there were few people in the bar, Mr. Oda left his seat, and the bartender turned around and pretended to be air, the bar immediately became an independent space.Even though Dazai and I are far apart from each other, there is still an inexplicable sense of cramping.

what to do?I don't know much about mind reading, and I rely on intuition and normal principles to capture human emotions. However, Osamu Dazai is not normal. Do I really have to listen to the bartender to coax him?What if he is serious, I am a dead person, needless to say the result must be a tragedy; what if he just waits for me to get close to him and then jumps up and laughs at me, what should I do? The result is still a tragedy.

No matter how you think about it, it's a tragedy, so I'd better just run away now...

I looked down and saw the red rose that the bartender put in front of me again, it had started to wither because of the loss of moisture, and it looked very pitiful.I stuck this flower sideways in my soda as a final mental preparation for a quick escape - fine, run away and come back and apologize or something when it doesn't feel too awkward...why think such behavior Are they all scum?

What the hell did I do?Why did he become a heartbreaker who needs to be responsible for no reason when he obviously did nothing!

This feeling of vaguely realizing that I have been tricked is a bit familiar...

I secretly nodded to see Dazai's reaction at this time. He seemed to be aware of it and twisted to the other side, leaving me with a furry back of the head, some disheveled black hair drooping listlessly, like a belly The stray cats that have been dug out but are still rejected for adoption.

The sense of loss of failing to touch porcelain all over the body is almost about to take shape.

……

I know, no need to say, no need to remind, I just know, I'm hopelessly soft-hearted again.

I twisted back and sat up straight, the roses I stuffed into the wine glass gained moisture and regained my energy, I sighed, leaned forward slightly and tried to stand up, Dazai who was sitting on the other side of the bar suddenly jumped off the stool and turned to bow his head outward Let's go, whether it's the bartender or Mr. Oda, they all turned their faces and looked at me with helpless smiles, and said, "Hurry up and catch up."

I:"……"

This script is poisonous, isn't it true that Osamu Dazai and I didn't disagree?

However, thinking of Dazai's terrible suicidal hobby, I could only resign myself to my fate, raised the umbrella and held the skirt corner of the small furisode, "ding ding bang bang"

Run up the stairs and chase outside.

"I said, why did you cooperate with Dazai to deceive this little girl? It's a lie, Dazai never took it seriously." In an inconspicuous corner of the bar sat a gentle man in a brown suit with short black hair and glasses. Pushing his glasses, his face was filled with the desire to complain.Mr. Oda raised his glass to him: "Ah, it's rare for Dazai to ask me, and Miyin is indeed a good girl, you heard that too, right?"

"No," the man said with a difficult expression, "I didn't say that this little girl is bad, what I said was that Dazai probably doesn't deserve her...Your behavior is considered a crime!"

"But, Ango," Oda Sakunosuke was embarrassed: "Dazai is my friend, and Miyin... can be considered my friend, what's the problem?"

"Mr. Oda, how did you get this equation?! It's not the same thing at all!"

This is abduction, right? Even if Dazai can be exempted from punishment because he is a minor because of the childhood sweetheart law, you are a real adult, Oda Sakunosuke!Is this really okay?

……

Maybe it's because the legs are different in length. When I ran out of the bar, there was no sign of Dazai in the front and back of this long alley, and there were no street lights here before dawn. I could only rely on the five-yen coin to conclude the agreement Fate searched all the way.

Going forward according to the feeling, when you came to the Tsurumi River, you saw a long black shadow on the bridge falling into the water with a "plop".

"!"

Regardless of lamenting that the timing was precise, he hurriedly chased along the river bank.Fortunately, it is not the season when the river is abundant, and the current is not too fast. After running for three to five minutes, I caught up with the drifting guy, threw away the oil-paper umbrella I had been holding in my arms, and jumped into the water to swim forward.

Fortunately, I don't have much self-respect, and this little furisou is not a real silk fabric that sinks when it absorbs water, so I rushed to the black shadow without a few flops. I was sure that this was the person I was looking for, and I carried him on my back. Kamisei dragged him to the bank—the steep slope by the river was too difficult to climb, and he accidentally stepped on Dazai several times. I hope he won’t argue with me later.

After I laid Dazai flat and pressed my stomach a few times to induce vomiting, I was relieved to make sure that there was no problem with breathing. Then I found something seemed to be moving under the collar of his shirt, and I tore off the layers of bandages a few times. I was on this person. I saw something I didn't want to see...

A constantly moving eyeball.

This time he really wanted to die.

Suddenly, a creepy sense of fear arose spontaneously. If I hadn't chased him out, would this young man die so easily in the cold and desperate river?Then the police found out the next day, and because they couldn't find the claimant, they notified everyone in the phone's address book one by one.

"Ah...how could this be..." I roughly checked other places, and found only this parasitic monster. After taking a deep breath, I grabbed his neck with my left hand and pressed him to the ground. My right hand pointed like a spear. The white light that belongs to the realm lights up at the fingertips.Dazai coughed up some river water and woke up from the coma, and saw me staring at his neck with a sad face: "It's Mi Yin, so you come to help me realize my wish? That's okay, that knife is so beautiful, it can It would be a good choice to die under such a beautiful creation."

The left hand continued to exert force, and the pressure brought by the suffocation made him instinctively raise his hand to grab my arm. While he was unprepared, I pierced the light spear brewing from my fingertips into the one-eyed eye, accompanied by crazy shaking and the sound of a living person. There was no screaming, a complete monster was dug out from Dazai Osamu and thrown far away, and it disappeared completely after taking another "line".

The black-haired boy was trembling like a sieve. I let go of my left hand and helped him sit up and squeezed his bangs behind his ears: "Listen to Osamu Dazai, I'm a selfish person. I want to live, even if I know I'm dead. In the case of death, I still want to try my best to be alive. Originally, this has nothing to do with you, but, but, I can only live in the memory of others, I am sorry. If everyone forgets me, it is probably When I disappear, everyone who remembers me, everyone who can see me, is the proof that I exist in this world. Unfortunately, such people are like rare, and you are one of them. Do you understand? You are right I'm so important, please don't

to die. "

"However, it's a pity that I can't play love games with you, because I can only accept the person who is willing to be a bunch of proof data for me. That person will become my only weakness, and will be the only one I am connected with in this world. The bond is mine, unique, irreplaceable, and inseparable. Correspondingly, I will bear the weight of his life at the same time, and coexist with that person in an ugly and deformed way."

"It's not a joke."

The temperature of the river in the autumn night was very low, and the soaked clothes lost their warmth. Maybe it was because of the cold or the pain. The trembling arms were wrapped around my waist, pressing my back against the same cold shirt.

"Isn't that wonderful?"

"I can no longer be called a human being. It's very scary. Once I'm entangled, I can't escape even if I hide in hell."

"What, you're so clingy and cute? You made a mistake, and you should have struck first when it was easy to coax!" He seemed annoyed, and his slightly cool fingers rummaged through my hair for a while, and picked out one. The bug was thrown away, "Tsk, it's damaged by water, it seems that it must be placed in a safer place next time."

"Coincidentally, life to me is nothing more than a long and boring journey. The scenery is all the same, boring and boring, and the end can be seen at a glance. If there is another scenery to enjoy, I think I will gladly accept the appointment."

"At least don't refuse so thoroughly."