[Comprehensive] I am dying with the target person every day

The place where Osamu Dazai lives is a very ordinary Japanese-style apartment. The house is quite spacious, but he lived alone before, so except for his room, the other rooms were used as warehouses.

"It's also very troublesome to clean up, let's talk about it tomorrow," the black-haired young man who covered her mouth and yawned slightly, and led her around the room looked back at her, "Although I can understand Huayi's eagerness to wait. , but you really don’t want to go back and pack your things? There are no floral dresses here that you can wear, and there are not many quilts.”

She wants to go back. The problem is that she doesn't even know where she lives.

"Actually..." It was so suspicious that even Tsurumi Hana felt suspicious, her eyes were erratic, and she tried hard to find an appropriate excuse.

"Actually," he bent down a little, and suddenly approached her, startled Hana, and took a step back subconsciously, only to find that there was a wall behind him, and Osamu Dazai didn't approach her any more. He was already very close to her, so close that she could feel his warm breath brushing against her cheeks, so close that she could count the long black eyelashes on his eyelids, and her reflection was reflected in his golden brown quiet eyes. The instantly bewildered figure slightly hooked her lips, "Hua Yi, you have forgotten where you live, right?"

"Well," Tsurumi Hana, who couldn't find an excuse, simply broke the can, "Do you believe me when I say I have 'Alzheimer's disease'?"

"Alzheimer's disease?" After he bluntly said the common name of "Alzheimer's disease", he stood up straight, touched his chin, and said seriously, "So that's the case, although the old beauty is also very impressive. People are tempted, but for the time being, I can't accept the kind that is dozens of years older than me, so, Hua Yi, how old are you?"

After she readily agreed to live with him, Osamu Dazai changed his address very familiarly, and no longer politely called her "Miss Tsurumi" or "Miss Huayi", but directly called her by her first name. Huayi was a little uncomfortable at first, after all, no one called her by that name directly for a long time—compared to "Tsurumi Hana", she used the name "Leyla" more in the other world.

But she got used to it and calmed down, it was just a name anyway.

"Don't worry, I'm only 20 years old this year, and I'm not yet full." However, as long as you are a girl, you don't like being called old. Not some horrible old monster."

Before she finished speaking, she heard an embarrassing "goo--" sound coming from her stomach. The girl who drank a cup of coffee at night without eating at noon suddenly blushed. I'm hungry" hesitated for two seconds, and finally hunger overcame her shame and embarrassment, she turned her face away and said in a low voice: "Well, I'm hungry..."

"Ah," he clenched his right fist and tapped the palm of his left hand, showing a sudden realization, and then responded calmly under Huayi's expectant gaze, "Me too."

Tsurumi Hana was silent: "..."

What is "me too"? Under normal circumstances, shouldn't you answer "then let's go out to eat" or "what else is in the kitchen"?

"I can't help it. You have been followed by Huayi for a long time, and I didn't have time to eat dinner. Today's work is also very hard." An An asked, "So, Huayi, can you cook? There are still some bean sprouts and fish in the kitchen. I bought too much when I tried to 'hang myself with bean sprouts' last time."

Huh, I always felt like I heard something terrible, but then again, since he wanted to commit suicide, why didn't he choose a more feasible solution, such as directly wiping his neck with a knife or shooting him in the head with a pistol.

"Ah, this, although I want to commit suicide, I hate pain and trouble." He clenched his right fist on his chest and made an exaggerated gesture of swearing, and replied very cheerfully and energetically, "It's okay to commit suicide refreshingly and full of vigor. my motto."

Hey, did she ask?

However, the kindness of borrowing the night should be repaid by the spring.Thinking that she deeply understood Osamu Dazai's completely unreliable motto, Hana Tsurumi decided to choose a plan that "can reduce the pain of the target as much as possible" when carrying out assassinations in the future.

But that's not the most important thing right now.

"Well... just to make sure," she blinked lightly, and confirmed cautiously and seriously, "Do you really want me to cook? I won't be responsible for what happens."

More than ten minutes later, Osamu Dazai looked at the black fish soup with strange bubbles brought up by her, scooped up the dark soup with a spoon, rested his cheek lazily with one hand, and asked in surprise : "If you can make ordinary ingredients to this extent, Huayi, you may have the talent of cooking and assassination. The premise is that if someone is willing to drink this soup, just to be on the safe side, let me ask first, Huayi, did you taste the soup yourself before serving it?" ever?"

certainly!No……

She stared at the "terrible" fish soup on the soup plate, and said falteringly: "Well, although, although I haven't drank it, I still can't kill people? Probably..."

Last time, the meals she cooked in Mirufiore at most caused a group of people to have diarrhea and go to the hospital, but in the end there were no casualties, and she can guarantee this!

"You said it doesn't matter how you make it." Tsurumi Hana really couldn't bear to continue looking at that weird soup that looked like a witch's magic potion. No, can that thing really be called a soup?

Hua Yi, who didn't even have any confidence in herself, simply turned away her face and shirked responsibility: "I said it at the beginning, I don't know how to cook, so I don't care about it."

"You said something dangerous with a calm face," Osamu Dazai threw the spoon back into the soup, got up from the chair, and sighed helplessly, "It's not a good death to be poisoned by food when you're hungry. I don’t know, and I don’t have any materials at home, since this is the case…”

Tsurumi Hana's eyes lit up suddenly, and she was waiting for Osamu Dazai to say "then let's go out to eat".

"Then let's go to the mall to buy some food." The young man who played his cards out of common sense suggested calmly.

Tsurumi Hana remained expressionless.

Does this person really want to be poisoned to death? !

"Just kidding," chuckled, and Dazai, who came up to her, stretched out his hand and rubbed her hair, "Let's go, there's a night market nearby, by the way, Huayi, you can't wear this outfit all the time, can you?"

"Hey Mr. Dazai, do you want to buy it for me?" Tsurumi Hana suddenly felt that if Osamu Dazai was willing to raise her, then she would not assassinate him.

"I don't have any money," Osamu Dazai withdrew his hand suddenly and indifferently, and compared the front and back, he was completely different, "I will lend it to you first, remember to return it."

Tsurumi Hana stretched out her hand to pat her messy hair: "..."

Well, sure enough, it's better to assassinate.

Tsurumi Kai, who used illusion to cover up the clothes cut by Akutagawa's "Rashomon", followed Dazai Osamu to the roadside stalls on the side of the river. Rolling and surging under the moonlight, the night wind by the river is a bit strong, blowing the short indigo cloth and the orange lanterns hanging at the door of the restaurant are shaking. The manager of the restaurant is about 40 years old, and he is in good spirits , but Tsurumi Hana felt that his mentality was better.

Because the business here is too deserted, no, it’s not so deserted, it’s better to say that there are only the two of them as customers. According to Tsurumi Hana’s experience of eating out for many years, this will happen—it’s either a waste of money or bad taste.

But Tsurumi Hana decided to keep silent, she has no money.

"Business isn't very good today, Mr. Terayama." Osamu Dazai seemed to be a regular customer here, and after ordering some dishes skillfully, he greeted warmly.

"Yes, several corpses have been found near this river recently." The uncle smiled, and the movement of chopping vegetables was as pleasing to the eye as flowing water. "It is rumored that the port mafia did it, and the police and detectives have also come several times." , all kinds of interrogations scared the guests so that they didn’t dare to come over, but, Mr. Dazai, it’s okay if you are brave, why did you bring the little girl here today... Eh, it seems to have changed. Anyway, the nights around here have been quite It's messy, be careful yourself."

"It's changed..." Tsurumi Kai teased, "It seems that Mr. Dazai often brings girls over for dinner at night."

"Mr. Terayama is really good at joking. The one I brought here last time was Kunikida-kun," Dazai Osamu explained insincerely, "Have you seen Hanai before? Kunikida-kun has a ponytail so he was mistaken for Is it a girl?"

There are ghosts only if you believe it!A muscular adult man like Kunikida can be regarded as a girl, unless the store manager is presbyopic... no, even presbyopia can't see it.

"Haha, it seems that Mr. Dazai did call that girl 'Kunikida-kun' last time, so she is a man?" The uncle who has not reached the age of "presbyopia" changed his words very cooperatively, "Oh, I really have eyesight It's getting worse, little girl, don't mind."

She doesn't mind, it doesn't matter who Dazai dined with before... Hey no, wait a minute, she is playing the role of "an innocent girl who loves Dazai", so should she show "" Jealous" or "angry"?

But how to behave "jealous"?

Tsurumi Hana recalled it in her mind... Suddenly, she found that there were no normal people around her for her reference, tsk, how did the girls who used to date with her brother behave?

--"Hate!"

——"You, why are you like this?"

Hmm, that seems to be the case.

Tsurumi Hana opened her mouth slightly, tried hard, but still couldn't force a sound out of her throat.

Just when the dish was brought up by the uncle: "Eat slowly, be careful not to burn it."

"Huh? What's the matter? Huayi." Osamu Dazai asked casually.

"No, it's nothing." Tsurumi Huayi picked up the chopsticks, picked up the fish on the plate and put it into her mouth, her eyes lit up after being slightly stunned, "It's delicious!"

"Of course, it's because it's Mr. Terayama's cuisine." He picked up the sake in hand and greeted, "Would you like some drink? In Japan, 20 years old is already the age for drinking. Hana is a mixed race, it should be earlier Just drink it, wine."

"No, thank you," Tsurumi Hana refused quite firmly, "Keep Dazai-san and you can enjoy it slowly."

"Not very good at it?" He spoke lazily, and slowly poured the wine into the glass. A crescent moon was reflected in the clear wine, which looked crystal clear and cold as if soaked in frost and snow.

"Well, the wine is not very good," she said with a twitch of her eyelids, and vaguely changed the subject.

...By the way, they ended up paying on credit.

"Let's go shopping for clothes next?" Tsurumi Hana sighed in her heart once again for the good temper of the owner of the restaurant, then turned around and said with a faint smile to Osamu Dazai who was walking behind.

"...Ah, as for Huayi, wouldn't it look good in ordinary clothes?" Dazai Osamu said suddenly after a brief silence under Hanayi's persistent gaze.

"Why do you emphasize ordinary?" Tsurumi Hana felt that she understood something.

"Because I just had dinner just now, so I have no money." When Dazai Osamu said these words in a serious manner, Tsurumi Hana felt that even Mr. Terayama with a super temper would want to beat him up. Fortunately, they walked out After a certain distance, Mr. Terayama could not hear.

"Don't make it sound like you paid for it! Hey! Mr. Terayama told you to bring one month's money with you when you go next time—" She stopped talking suddenly, and turned her head abruptly.

On the river where the dark tide was surging, occasionally a little bit of starlight fluctuated with the fluctuations of the water patterns. The real killing intent just now came from nowhere, and it was fleeting.She squinted her eyes slightly, looking at the other side of the river covered in darkness, and after a while, the girl who couldn't see why she came asked hesitantly: "Did you feel that someone was staring at you just now?" ?”

"Who knows," he bent his lips, his eyes were calm, "it's your illusion."