He groped and turned on the bedside lamp, looked at the time, and his brows frowned slightly.
It seems to have had a nightmare.
Dreams are rarely clear enough. Memories about dreams always pass by when you open your eyes at a speed that cannot be retained. Dazai Osamu drank a sip of water. If you recall it, you only remember a white mouse that jumped up and down and was difficult to catch. And from my perspective, it seems... a little black cat?
...Have he finally learned to shape his own cat?
——It’s all because of Qinghe.
Dazai Osamu suddenly wanted to know what his friend was doing.
Today’s Qinghe, starting from the evening, is not very right.
After returning from the field, he heard that Atsushi Akutagawa was transferred to the subordinates of the Colonel cadre. When Kiyowa was out, Dazai Osamu easily concluded that his friends had sex with the tiger. Therefore, when he saw the faintly excited expression on the face of the black-haired boy who came back in the evening, he didn't care too much.
Anyway, Qinghe will always find an opportunity to pick up tigers.
But now, when it is late at night, think about it carefully—
Dazai Osamu suddenly realized that it was not a satisfying excitement, but an expectation for the unknown.
It's like learning that a meaningful gift is about to open...
What is this gift?
Dazai Osamu carefully recalled Kamiyo Kiyo and tonight's actions.
Very normal.
He can only draw this conclusion.
After returning in the evening, because he didn't work in the afternoon, Qinghe worked in the office all night. During this period, he went to Sister Hongye's place, but it was a normal handover. After that, he went back to the dormitory to sleep.
strangeness.
Dazai Osamu got out of bed and put on slippers, walked through the living room, knocking on the door of the master bedroom.
Qinghe will definitely not be angry with me.
With such certainty, Dazai Osamu opened the door and walked in after knocking on the door without success.
—— Unlike the secondary bedroom sometimes locked, the door of the master bedroom will not lock, which means that roommates are welcome to disturb you at any time.
The windows are wide open.
The howling wind circles indoors.
With the moonlight flowing out of the window, Dazai Osamu clearly saw that there was no one on the bed.
!!!
Dazai Osamu, his pupils tightened.
The moon is hazy.
I don’t know how long it took, but Dazai Osamu came to his senses.
He suppressed his heart that was beating too fast and reached out to touch the quilt.
...Warm.
——Qinghe has just left shortly.
Dazai Osamu turned on the bedside lamp, combined with the pajamas he changed on the bed, a set of regular clothes in the closet, an unknown mobile phone, and traces of being turned under the bed...
OK.
Take out a glider from under the bed, and then look at the empty space, which is enough to put down the third glider. Dazai Osamu's mouth twitched wildly, sure that the uneasy little friend jumped out of the window.
——Qinghe was not lost.
——The heartbeat gradually returns to its previous frequency.
Dazai Osamu breathed a sigh of relief, then his anger became flaming. He ran back to his room, changed his clothes for going out, brought the essentials, and then jumped down from the window.
When approaching the port, the wind from the ocean will not turn suddenly.
Therefore, when he fell swaying on the ground, Dazai Osamu was sure that he was not too far from Kiyowa.
He looked up.
This area is a commercial street, and most of the shops on the street have stopped operating, with only one or two lights on. At this time, the shops that are still open nearby...
——Qinghe went to the bar?
Time flips slightly.
There was soft music in the bar.
The husky female voice hummed a foreign tune softly, and Fedor sat in the corner to mourn his poor chess pieces.
In the evening news, the killer shot many important officials from Yokohama for some purpose, and
Among them, there are several people who are closely related to the Rat in the Dead House...
Of course, Fedor knew that the other party was not targeting him, but this kind of accidental injury was even more unacceptable.
Hmm.
In this country, when encountering such a thing, it seems that you should go to the shrine for a walk?
Feodor took a sip of the bright red wine, thinking in a slight way.
A new guest came in at the door.
A boy with a long black windbreaker wrapped in black hair, or a young man? He looks like he is 17 or 18 years old... Oh, Japan's 18-year-old is also a boy. Fedor looked at the new customer who was facing his back and ordering at the bar, thinking boredly until the new customer turned around, walked in his direction, and sat in a corner not far away.
This way, it is mostly a mentally wise habit.
Feodor pretended to be careless and looked up at the new customer, but found that the other party was staring at him straight.
Under the dim light, the eyes of the black-haired guest were soaked into a thick honey color like syrup. The honey-colored eyes looked at him curiously, as if humans were observing cats. The predator at the top of the food chain was observing some kind of animal that would not pose a threat to him, novel colors, soft belly...
Feodor felt offended.
He smiled softly, moved to the table closer to the black windbreaker's guest, and asked politely.
"Prespicious, but sir, you've been watching me."
"Is there anything wrong with me?"
The guest in the black windbreaker seemed to have lost interest in him. He looked at him calmly and said in a common, calm and even bored tone: "Do you want to... burn the old world?"
The picture seems to be frozen.
The music suddenly switched, and the soprano sang a flower-like voice like a show of skills. In the dark corner, Feodor opened his eyes slightly widened. He looked at the strange visitor in front of him, and suddenly laughed softly, laughing and coughing again, coughing, his cheeks turned red, and his body was trembling.
Shen Dai Qinghe: "…"
Martyrs are real, and bad health is also real.
The bartender who came over with the cocktail he ordered was also worried and asked worriedly: "Customer, don't you worry?"
The boy with white hat had a long time to stop coughing, his purple-red eyes were moist, and his voice was a kind of silence that was unique to the patient. "It's okay, thank you for your concern."
It can be seen that the bartender wants to drive the passengers.
Probably with the simple concept of "don't die in the store".
Shen Dai Qinghe: "…"
The harmless appearance will indeed make people misjudgment. If you know the other party’s origin, the bartender obviously would not behave like this.
A light blue translucent screen hung in front of him. After saying the words that obviously shouldn't have said to the person he had first met and had too deep words, he broke away from the influence of his 14-year-old self and rationally called for his own superpowers: only the pet bar and the "holographic online game" that was left.
The first time I saw the boy with white hat, my supernatural powers were reminded:
New cards have been included.
The character card of the young man with white hat was brought up.
[Name: Feodor Mikhailovich Dostoevsky
Gender: Male
Age: 16
Birthday:1111
Identity: Rat leader of the dead house
Ability: "Sin and Punishment"
Evaluation: Terrifying contact is death ability, and certain conditions are required to be met for activation - the answer is hidden in the name of superpowers. The way to be sacrificed is a beautiful world without superpowers. For this reason, it can ignite all things that people cherish. The new world born on the ruins will surely make people dazzling?
PS came from the distant Siberia, in order to find more companions, and for a mysterious legend.]
Russian?
Kanyo Kiyoha was somewhat surprised to turn off his superpowers, and he thought he was a Japanese.
Although the white hat has a Russian style, the boy in front of him does not have much European characteristics, his facial features are not very deep, and...
It is somewhat similar to Dazai Cat.
Of course, this similarity is not as exaggerated as Kudo Shinichi and Kuroha Kuroha Kyuki, but under such inconspicuous lights, when he looked at it from a certain angle, he had a moment of suspected that the white-hat boy might be a relative of Dazai - after all, there are usually more members of the big family.
OK.
Now I know it's not.
"Please have another glass of warm water." Kanyo Kiyoka stopped the bartender from saying the rude words. He looked at the hesitant bartender with a slightly cold eyes and clear pronunciation, "Please."
The bartender left.
Feodor sat over with his red wine and smiled and said, "You are so kind."
Shen Dai Qinghe: "…"
Don't say "you" anymore?
The boy in white hat seemed to hesitate, "Can I sit here?"
Kamiyo Kiyoshi smiled: "It's okay."
——You have already sat down.
The bartender who came over with warm water saw that they became classmates, put the water cup on the table without saying a word and silently went back to the bar.
There was finally no one disturbing this corner.
Feodor took a sip of warm water to moisten his throat, and his voice softened a little, "For the first time I met, I am Feodor Mikhailovich Dostoevsky... Sorry, is it very long? This is the Russian name, just call me Feijia."
"My name is Shen Dai Qinghe. I met for the first time, please give me some advice."
"Please give me some advice."
After exchanging names in a friendly and harmonious manner, Kanyo Kiyo and Fiodor tacitly avoided the topic of burning the old world, just like two ordinary, first-time drinkers, chatting about some ordinary things.
For example, the weather in Yokohama, the similarities and differences of customs between Russia and Japan, and friends.
Fealdo said with a lonely look: "I came here with my friend. I thought he would have time to accompany me, but I didn't expect that he would get busy after he went out."
He thought about coming back in the evening, and talking about the inspiration that Shibusawa Ryuhiko would not come out after entering the studio. He sighed, "Maybe this is a common problem for artists."
Kanyo Kiyohe: "Artist?"
Feodor: "Clothing designer."
The Kanami Qing and blinked.
At this time, the superpowers from other countries who come to Yokohama are basically coming for 500 billion, and among the 500 billion related personnel, the fashion designers...
He happened to know one.
It can't be such a coincidence...
Bar?
Kiyo Kamiyo put the cocktail to his mouth and thought about how to answer this while drinking. Anyway, he could not condemn the person suspected of Shibusawa Ryuki. He was at least the childhood playmate of the little godson, but if he didn't condemn the direction of the chat, he would skip the condemnation and directly become-
"If my friend doesn't care, I won't know anyone in Yokohama."
Feodor looked a little shy and asked tentatively, "Can you bother Kamiyoko and accompany me to walk around Yokohama? It only takes a little time..."
"no."
A cold voice came from outside the window. Soon, Dazai Osamu came in from the door with a cold face, bringing a gust of wind, his face as cold as the sea breeze in the middle of the night.
“…”
From the moment he heard the sound outside the window, Kanyo Kiyohe fell into deep thought, and now he was still motionless, shocked by the absurd reality to become a stone statue.
——How could Dazai Cat be here?!
With purple-red eyes and Yuan-seeded eyes looking at each other, Feodor looked away and asked Kanyo Kiyoshi: "Is this one..."
Shen Dai Qinghe said: "The (cat) at home..."
He changed his words in time, "Friend."
??
Feodor thought to himself: Friends at home? Are you the naturalized ones?
——The jealousy in those kite-colored eyes was about to burn him out.