At night, Oda Sakunosuke was reading a book "Introduction to Writing Practice" carefully under the desk lamp, when he suddenly heard some strange noise coming from the dormitory next door.
The red-haired young man listened carefully. At the same time, he stood up and opened the window to look next door. But he saw that the window was closed in the second bedroom next door. The sound seemed to be coming from there. It should be... Dazai's? It seemed that the young master was also mentioned...
…The former killer with keen senses heard a few words and confirmed that nothing unexpected happened to them, that they were probably just playing, and sat back down at the desk again.
At the same time.
New dormitory.
"Help - don't -"
Osamu Dazai tried to grab the door but failed. After he failed to get on the table and the bookshelf, he got into the bed and wrapped himself in a quilt like a sushi roll.
——The kind that screams.
"…………"
Kamishiro Kiyowa's expression went through three stages: surprised, dumbfounded, and dumbfounded. He really, never expected that Osamu Dazai's reaction would be so big. Just mentioning the left eye that was wrapped in a bandage, Osamu Dazai acted like he was going to be beaten.
Catching it will never... no, just like a cat taking a bath, screaming and running around the room, for fear of being grabbed by the scruff of fate.
Should I say it's a good thing the window is closed?
Otherwise, Oda-kun next door might have rushed in.
Unknown to Oda Sakunosuke, he still heard it. Kamishiro Kiyawa was secretly glad.
"Wuwuqinghe don't-"
The screams continued.
It's the kind of howl that sounds fake.
"…………"
Dazai, the cat, is a cat who plays a lot.
Kandairo Kiyokazu took a deep breath, kept a calm mind, moved the chair next to the desk and sat in front of the door, turned on his mobile phone, and started to read the chat rooms of the Yokohama intelligence dealers. - Most of the time, the young intelligence agents of the Secret Service Section were
This is for after-dinner entertainment.
The theme of the chat room is indeed the assassination of the leader of Port Mafia. After all, some traces cannot be covered up in a short time. As long as you stand in the distance and set up a telescope to take a look, you can't hide the appearance of the top and sub-floors of the tallest of the five buildings.
.
The poor logistics department will definitely have to work overtime all night long.
It is a hard target to restore the chief's office to its original state before the succession ceremony.
Someone in the chat room has already guessed the identity of the killer. The trait of being "invulnerable to bomb damage" is quite obvious to insiders, but it is useless to know the identity alone. The reason why Motojiro Kajii, who has such a flamboyant style and acts so boldly, can be killed by a special agent
The fundamental reason why Ke has been wanted for so long and has not been caught is that he is essentially a researcher.
The kind of person who lives in a simple way.
As long as there are funds and projects, Kajii Motojiro will completely disappear until he is short of funds and inspiration to commit crimes next time.
...This time the Secret Service did not arrest anyone.
——When will "holographic online games" have an automatic tracking function?
The age of gods is peaceful, and the power of daily prayer is evolving.
There was no response and the screams had stopped.
Osamu Dazai:?
No one answered, but there was no sound of opening the door. The young boy with bright eyes squirmed in the rolled quilt, his feet pressed against the bed through the quilt, and finally poked his head out, looking around vigilantly to make sure that Qinghe was not in sight.
At the same time, the little boy simultaneously thought of where the other person was at this time.
Osamu Dazai's expression fell.
He actually stood guard at the door...
Isn't there absolutely no gap to drill into?
"Qinghe?"
"exist."
"..."
"..."
After a long silence, Osamu Dazai said slowly: "It's almost my bedtime..."
There are some things that both people know and don't need to be said.
For example, the reason why Kamishiro Kiyokazu didn't ask about the eyes before was because he was afraid that Dazai Osamu would hide if he asked about it. At that time, the old leader was still there, and it was inconvenient for Kamishiro Kiyokazu, as the young master, to go everywhere to find Dazai Osamu.
And now——
To borrow the words from the second point: The time of judgment has arrived.
Is it going to happen today...?
The young boy with wild eyes thought this, and a resistance arose in his heart.
"Dazai, I don't mean to force you."
Kamishiro's gentle and disarming voice echoed in the room, "I don't know what happened to your left eye. Is it injured or intact? I hope it's the latter. I've heard of a doctor who can heal the injury.
There are rumors about people with super powers, if you are willing, I can try to find a way to contact him."
Footsteps.
The handsome face of the black-haired boy appeared in the field of vision, and the amber eyes were still as beautiful as ever, shining with a slight light that would not burn the darkness, "Okay, that's it for today."
He patted the quilt sushi roll gently and slowly, and then rubbed the top of the stuffed hair that was difficult to move, and softened his voice, "Good night, Dazai. Have a sweet dream."
Footsteps.
The sound of doors opening and closing.
Dazai Osamu pricked up his ears, and through the well-soundproofed second bedroom door, he could only hear the faint footsteps getting smaller and smaller. Finally, even the footsteps completely disappeared.
He fell into a huge void.
My mind replayed everything that happened today uncontrollably. The pleasing face of the black-haired boy took up a lot of space, and in those pictures, my performance...
Just like an ordinary 14-year-old.
How strange.
People like Seiwa——
Gentle yet firm, clear yet sincere...
Full acceptance of everything from friends, almost unconditional pampering and indulgence...
Is it really not just a fantasy?
It's too...ideal.
It's too... unreal.
The kite-eyed young boy lay on his back on the bed, eyes wide open, as if staring at the transparent threads in the void, staring at the spider's web. - Is there a trap in this world that weaves sweet dreams for the prey until he becomes ignorant?
The prey is no longer willing to struggle and sinks until it dies?
It sounds like a good way to die.
Dazai Osamu looked away.
He is ready.
Then, the young boy with bright eyes discovered that the quilt roll, which originally only needed to be rolled in the opposite direction to be untied, had been pulled up at two corners and fixed with a bow.
Osamu Dazai: “…………”
No, he wants to retract his preamble!
Qinghe and that bad guy are not ideal at all!
Presumably Dazai Maomao is cosplaying the silkworm baby and shedding the quilt skin bit by bit, right?
Who told him to roll the quilt crookedly, leaving a gap for himself to attack?
Avenging the hair loss in the afternoon, Kamiyo Kiyowa took a shower feeling refreshed and decided to raise his favorability level before asking about the eyes: If Osamu Dazai’s left eye is really invisible, how about Mr. Ranpo’s?
Backdoor, prepare a generous reward, Ms. Yosano will not refuse treatment, right?
After sending an email to his partner Ango, reminding him to take Mr. Ranpo on a one-day dessert trip, and also sending him information about his expected succession tomorrow night, Kamishiro Kiyokazu thought that he had no other to-do items and went to bed.
The next morning.
When Kamishiro Kiyokazu met Dazai Osamu in the living room, he remembered that Dazai's cat had moved here. He smiled and said hello: "Good morning, Dazai."
"morning……"
Osamu Dazai looked like he was not awake, and glared at someone angrily. He saw that the other person had no response at all, his expression was languid, and he was swaying on the sofa.
——I saw Dazai Neko as soon as I woke up, which really made me feel happy.
—even the languid version.
Kamishiro Kiyokazu showed no introspection about last night's little prank, and his voice was natural and casual, "At about 8:30, Oda-kun will bring breakfast, or do you want to go to the cafeteria?"
Dazai Osamu flopped twice on the spot.
"Then eat here."
Kamishiro Kiyowa understood Dazai Osamu's intention of not wanting to move.
After some magical communication, they decided on the arrangement of playing games today. After finishing breakfast, they entered the game room with snacks and soda.
Tokyo's new limited-edition game has its own charm, and the two-dimensional world has its own attraction. The two of them were playing games until Oda Sananosuke reminded them that it was time to have dinner, and they realized that the day was about to end.——Mainly because of Osamu Dazai.
The game's postures are too free. In order to prevent the sunlight outside the window from shining directly on the screen, the curtains are drawn up.
Kamidai Kiyawa is very calm.
Anyway, according to Sister Hongye's wish, he can just be a mascot during the succession ceremony.
As for whether a will have any opinions...
I believe Sister Hongye can let that be just an opinion.
Having said that, it still takes a little preparation.
Such as formal clothing.
Kamidai Kiyoka looked at a certain tailor-made suit in the closet with a strange expression. The day he was announced as the young master, he was also wearing the same clothes, and the time was also 9 pm... Doesn't it feel like reincarnation in a horror game?
No.
He wants to change his clothes.
Kamishiro Kiyokazu chose what he liked better, a white shirt and a black trench coat that he wore when traveling in Tokyo. The white shirt was fastened with a shirt clip and was very straight. The long black trench coat had many inner and outer pockets, which could hold a lot of things. Both of them were his.
A very favorite style. - Here I must point out the praise for the hem of the windbreaker. When you turn around or raise it when the wind blows, you feel super handsome!
A young man who attached great importance to his personal image looked at his outfit from all angles in the mirror, and hid all the gadgets he might need on his body. Dazai Osamu sat on the sofa, cupping his chin and watching his friend look so pretty in front of the full-length mirror.
, suddenly stood up: "I want to go out."
Kamishiro Kiyokazu:?
He glanced at the wall clock. The hour hand was about to go to 8 o'clock.
"Let Oda-kun drive you." Kamishiro Kiyokazu nodded to Oda Sakunosuke and said without asking more questions, "Try to come back as soon as possible to visit the succession ceremony."
"Okay!"
Osamu Dazai ran away happily.
A cat's mood changes just like that.
Kamishiro Kiyokazu smiled and shook his head, and went to meet Ozaki Momiji first.
Yokohama streets.
Oda Sakunosuke: "..."
The red-haired young man originally thought that Dazai must have something important to do when he rushed out at such a time.
Then he saw someone buying two cartons of milk and beckoning him to carry them into the car.
Oda Sakunosuke put the milk into the trunk, his words remained calm, but he rarely expressed his needs: "Dazai, I want to participate in the young master's succession ceremony."
Dazai Osamu glanced at him in surprise, "I think so too."
The young boy with bright eyes said with a smile: "Don't worry, if we go to another place, we will go back!"
The route the car travels gradually becomes familiar.
"Yes, turn left ahead... we're almost there!"
Oda Sakunosuke parked the car in silence and looked at the big "Love House" sign not far away. Then he shook off the thoughts that had entered his mind and looked at the jewelry street next to him.