Two or three things about having a crush on Mr. Dazai

After the mission of tracking and monitoring Ango Sakaguchi was over, I returned to the city from the poor streets of Yokohama.

Long-term use of supernatural powers for half a month has made me quite exhausted, and I wish I could fall asleep right away.

Just passing by a Hong Kong and black office, I saw a group of people rushing out, rushing in one direction in a hurry.

Unfortunately, I heard the words "Mr. Dazai's current location..." on the leader's communicator.

I stopped the leader and asked word by word: "What is your task?"

He wanted to draw his gun immediately, but I snatched it away.The group behind didn't expect me to make a move suddenly, and raised their guns at me in surprise.

An old man's hesitant voice came from the communicator in my hand: "...is it Takeshita-kun?"

I said, "I'm Takeshita. Please inform me of their mission immediately."

Opposite the communicator is Guangjin Liulang, an old member of the mafia.

He quickly told me the whole story: "Mr. Dazai bought a new sports car to go racing, and accidentally drove it down a cliff. The car was suspected of exploding. They are going to rescue the place where Mr. Dazai's location disappeared."

My hands and feet were instantly cold, not because it was too inconceivable that a prospective Mafia cadre could kill himself in a racing car, but because this is exactly what Mr. Dazai can do.

"where is he?!"

I restrained my chattering teeth and asked.

"Please return the communicator to the captain first."

The team leader is young, only in his early twenties by visual inspection. He was horrified when I snatched the gun from the beginning, and then he watched me talk to the communicator with a dumbfounded expression.

Guangjin Liulang said to him: "The person in front of you is Takeshita Qiu, Mr. Zhongyuan's direct subordinate. He has the authority to order all personnel in this team."

The members of Hong Kong gangsters put their guns back in a snap and saluted me respectfully.

I poked the captain's gun into his coat pocket, gritted my teeth and said, "Let's go!"

I got into the back of their car, my temples thumping from exhaustion, but I couldn't rest.

The car drove up the winding mountain road.

"Quicker."

I said to the team leader who was driving.

"Reporting to your lord, it is already the fastest... No matter how fast we will get an accident..."

I drew out the dagger and laid it across his neck: "Shut up!!"

There will be no accidents Mr. Dazai! ! !

The atmosphere became tense.

He didn't expect me to react so strongly, the hand holding the steering wheel shook, and the whole car shook too.

The gang member of the co-pilot hurriedly said: "The place where Mr. Dazai disappeared is just ahead!"

It was a very dangerous U-shaped bend, the road was convex outwards, the inside was a mountain wall, and the outside was a cliff.

At the corner of the U, there are broken railings and traces of the car turning over.

I opened the car door and jumped over the broken railing.

The team leader's horrified voice came from behind: "Master Takeshita!!!—"

The moment I jumped down, I entered "nothingness". Under the control of my own consciousness, my soul body fell straight through the stone wall and branches, and soon found the smashed sports car and Dazai who was unconscious inside.

His head was leaning against the car window, his matted brown hair covered most of his face, except for his well-defined jaw.His eyes were closed, and the bandage around his neck was stained with fresh blood.

My eyes were filled with blood.

Fortunately, the car did not explode, but the position of the rear fuel tank was full of smoke, and the situation was not optimistic.

I used the communicator coming on the way to contact the team leader: "Send someone to my location immediately."

Then he slammed on the car door with a knife.

"Boom-boom-boom-"

It took all my strength, but the door wouldn't budge.

I was almost desperate, never had I hated myself so much for not being a power type user.

I never thought about what would happen if Mr. Dazai died.

Not before, not now.

When I don't have a body, I can't intervene in his life and death. He is with me, and if he dies, I will disappear from heaven and earth.

With my body, I was so busy acquiring my own identity that I forgot that he could leave at any moment.

It would be the greatest pain in life if I could watch him die while I could have a hand in it.

If he stops breathing here...

Just as I was gathering strength and preparing for the next round of effort, the people in the car opened their eyes.

Through a half-open car window, we stared at each other.

Dazai: "..."

I:"……"

Dazai: "It's so noisy."

He looked like he had just woken up and even yawned.

I:"……"

Me: "Mr. Dazai, come out quickly."

Then, Dazai opened the car door from the inside and walked out.He was standing in an unnatural posture, with one hand drooping limply, half of his body was covered in blood, which made the black clothes even darker.

But his demeanor was very calm.

Me: "Mr. Dazai, let's get out of here first...the car, the car is about to explode..."

"Is it just you?" Dazai asked suspiciously.

"They... they come after, after..."

I don't even know why I stutter.Behind Dazai, I saw sparks splashing and the car burning.

I grabbed Dazai's uninjured hand and walked behind him, hoping to block the damage of the explosion for him.

But the result is not as I wish.

Dazai saw through my intentions, grabbed my collar and rushed forward. We rolled a few times in the gravel, and the heat wave rolled from our sides.

Dazai's blood dripped on my face, which woke me up a bit.My voice was shaking uncontrollably, and I didn't know where to move my hands and feet: "You...how are you..."

"I can't die. Don't cry."

Dazai's voice was weaker than usual, and he sighed regretfully: "I can't die again."

He said he couldn't die, so he definitely couldn't die.

Osamu Dazai is a 100% predictor who never misses.

I gradually calmed down from the strong trembling, and supported the injured Dazai to lie flat on the ground.

When he closed his eyes again, I finally calmed down.

"Sorry, I am late."

"You came just in time. No, it's too early."

"..."

Dazai: "Why are you still in Mafia?"

I was confused: "I've been in Mafia all the time."

"Where did you go a while ago?"

"The leader explained a one-person field mission, and he just came back today."

I knelt down and reported to him.

At the same time, my mind was in a mess.Mr. Dazai knows I'm not here?He thought I left?Isn't he not happy to see me, and still concerned about my leaving?

"So he's not dead. Chuya's temper has been particularly grumpy recently. I thought..." Dazai said, "So you asked Odasaku to bring the wine."

I am silent.

Dazai spoke casually, but the amount of information was not small.And my brain seemed to be rusted, and I couldn't think of anything.

Not long after, the rest of the rescue team arrived.

They carried Dazai onto the stretcher in an orderly manner, and then carried the stretcher onto the car, very skillfully.

I was still kneeling in place.

The team leader tentatively said to me: "Master Takeshita? Should we go?"

I lowered my eyes and put my hands on the ground, but I couldn't stand up due to exhaustion.

The squad leader squatted in front of me very carefully.

After I was carried by him, I whimpered uncontrollably behind his back.

It's obviously not the first time I saw Dazai-san dancing with death, but after becoming a human, I didn't expect my emotions to fluctuate to such an extent.

The team leader said cautiously: "Master Takeshita, you can tell us in advance before the next action, and we will definitely cooperate with you."

I did not speak.

He carried me to the hospital, and he comforted me all the way, saying that Mr. Dazai is so powerful that nothing will happen to me, like talking about stand-up comedy.

After watching Dazai being carried into the emergency room, the chatterbox put me down, took out a silk scarf from the pocket on the other side where the pistol was kept, and said, "I'm offended." Then he helped me with the soft silk scarf He wiped away the tears on his face and the blood on his palms.

He took off his sunglasses, and I realized that behind his sunglasses were also a pair of clear blue eyes.

"How old are you?" he asked.

For the sake of him comforting me all the way, I told him: "Fourteen."

He said: "What a coincidence, I am exactly 24. I am the guard of this hospital and the captain of the mobile rescue team. If you are injured, you can come to me, and I can get a [-]% discount on the consumption in this hospital."

I saw that he was trying to distract me, and appreciated his kindness.

"What about Mr. Dazai? Also [-]% off?"

He said distressedly: "I don't know much about it. If you look at Mr. Dazai's consumption in the hospital, maybe you can get a [-]% discount."

I:"……"

In this way, on the first day after the end of the mission, I participated in an attempted suicide of Mr. Dazai, and met a guard and mobile rescue team leader who could get a [-]% discount at the hospital.

Mr. Dazai received anesthesia and surgery according to the routine procedures, and then fell asleep in the ward.

I fell asleep on the folding bed next to him.

It was midnight when he woke up, and Mr. Dazai was no longer in bed.

I looked in the bathroom mirror and saw my eyes swollen from crying and bloodshot from lack of sleep.

The palms were sore, the skin was worn out when he smashed the car door with the dagger, and there were fine wounds on the arms and knees.These were processed while I was asleep.

I have so many wounds, what happened to Dazai-san?

He asked me "Why are you still in Mafia" and "Where did you go a while ago", which showed that he didn't seem to simply dislike me.He also found out that I went to ask Oda Sakunosuke for his wine, is he angry?

I haven't seen each other for half a month, and every time I meet, I want to snatch someone from the god of death. My endurance is almost exhausted.

Worry, joy, and apprehension are intertwined into a dense sentence: I want to see him.

After the task of "tracking and monitoring Ango Sakaguchi" was over, the leader granted me three days off.I ran back to the dormitory and fell asleep, and I didn't wake up until the evening of the next day.

I calculated the time according to the weather, and went directly to the western restaurant I had made an appointment with Oda.

Oda and I sat opposite each other with a plate of super spicy mixed curry rice.

"My wine."

I asked confidently.

"You missed your appointment for half a month, Takeshita-kun."

Oda asked the boss to take out a bottle of wine from the refrigerator, and poured me exactly one glass.

"Guaranteed to be authentic, just like Dazai's."

I sniffed the wine, but didn't drink it right away.

"The situation is urgent, and there is nothing I can do."

He saw the bandage on my palm: "Injured during the mission?"

I don't."

Oda didn't ask any more questions.

"Are you going to drink at Lupine tonight?"

Every time Oda went there, he was always excited. He hadn't thought about it like this before, so he hesitated for a while.

"Go."

That's good.

If you go with Oda, you will definitely meet Mr. Dazai. This is a wonderful metaphysics.

"Please take me, Oda-san."

"Didn't you say you want to keep it a secret?"

"Mr. Dazai has found out."

Nothing can be hidden from him.

yes.How could it be possible to hide Mr. Dazai?

I took a sip of distilled wine, and said to Oda in a drunken and unscrupulous way:

"If I don't see him again, I'm going to die."