In accordance with the standard situation, Kamishiro Kiyoka arranged a New Year's Day holiday from 1231 to 13 for the mafiosi who do not have important work. As for those who have work, they should take less leave, and those who are too busy may not be able to take any leave at all.
Such as cadres, cadres and cadres.
Yes.
If Ozaki Momiji hadn't been completely empty, we wouldn't have reserved only five tickets for the shrine.
Oh, it looks like four will be enough.
Mori Ogai rejected Kamishiro Kiyokazu's invitation, saying that he wanted to be an ordinary father and take Alice to play.
Although I can't quite understand this kind of mentality that seems to sincerely regard one's own humanoid powers as human beings, Kamishiro Kiyokazu expressed respect. Mori Ogai's absence will certainly miss the unexpected surprise of the reunion between his senior brothers, but it will also make his dual identity more serious.
Not easy to expose——assuming Mr. Ranpo didn’t tell President Fukuzawa.
In fact, it doesn't matter if I tell you.
The former government killer's awareness of confidentiality is still first-class. President Fukuzawa will at most contact the farming chief to chat after he finds out. What's more, he has succeeded now, and his ability to resist risks has been greatly improved.
December 31st.
This day was called the "Great Dark Day". Kamidai Kiyokazu put Dazai Osamu in an apron that was convenient for work, and coaxed him to get up and clean.
"On this rare New Year, manual cleaning has a sense of ritual." Kamidai Kiyawa gently pushed Dazai Maomao, who was lying on the sofa like a limp noodle, and motioned for him to look up, "Even if you clean the table..."
And this sofa needs to be covered first to prevent it from getting dusty."
Osamu Dazai:?
The young boy with bright eyes followed his friend's line of sight and saw diagonally above, a red-haired young man wearing a shower cap standing on a chair, holding a long feather duster and wiping the ceiling back and forth.
"...so original."
Osamu Dazai sighed.
"I originally wanted to ask the logistics department for a vacuum cleaner, but Odasaku said a duster will do."
Kamishiro Kiyowa couldn't help laughing. He coughed and said seriously, "Odasaku will be a good father in the future."
Rando walked up to them and said, "Odasaku does have the temperament of a father."
When the man who was afraid of the cold said this, he looked at the two young men who raised their heads with a smile, but was ignored by the two of them.
After cleaning the living room of the largest dormitory, followed by the living rooms of the dormitories on the left and right, study rooms, bedrooms, cloakrooms and other private rooms, it is up to the individual to decide whether to clean them, and the living room is a relatively public place, so they plan to have four people cleaning it together - despite the efficiency.
Probably not too different from Oda Sakunosuke.
——Rando moves very slowly, even when cleaning, he feels melancholic; Dazai Osamu moves even more slowly, pushing him before moving; Kamishiro Kiyokazu is very active, but he is obviously inexperienced, and sometimes it can be a hindrance...
All in all, they completed the general cleaning successfully.
"Are we going to prepare the New Year's Eve dinner next?"
Lan Tang put his clean hands into gloves and said.
"You're talking about Gozen cuisine. I've asked the chef to make that, but we usually start eating at 11. Let's eat something else tonight and cook some soba noodles..." We gathered again in the living room of the largest dormitory in the middle.
, Kamishiro Kiyokazu watched with interest and approached the food, opened the lacquer box containing the food, and Dazai Osamu who was eager to try and reached out, changed the topic, "Of course, you can eat it today."
"Hokkaido and some areas in Tohoku started eating in 1231." Kamishiro Kiyokazu added nonchalantly.
Lan Tang chuckled and shook his head.
There were still two hours before dinner, and for some reason Dazai Osamu suddenly became interested in cooking. He took the induction cooker and pots prepared for cooking soba noodles to Odasaku's living room next door, and notified the mafia kitchen to deliver them.
After getting the ingredients, he said that he would show off his skills to them and asked them to wait here first.
Kamishiro Kiyowa: "..."
Lan Tang: "..."
Oda Sakunosuke: "..."
There is an ominous premonition.
"...Dazai can cook?"
Rando, the amnesiac intelligence officer who knew Dazai Osamu the least, couldn't help but ask.
"Maybe?"
Oda Sakunosuke is not sure.
Both of them looked at the third person.
As Dazai Osamu's roommate, Kamishiro Kiyokazu thought for a moment, reviewed Dazai Maomao's resume in his mind several times, and said calmly: "There is no evidence that Dazai knows."
He said calmly, "But he is so smart, maybe he is very talented in cooking?"
pride.
Rando and Oda Sakunosuke nodded when they heard this.
After working together in the chief's office for so long, they all saw it clearly. Although Dazai Osamu did not participate in the specific affairs of Port Mafia, it may be his lifelong pleasure to trap Mori Ogai. When reviewing the documents approved by Mori Ogai, Dazai
Zhi has extraordinary enthusiasm, and looking at the documents with errors and omissions picked out by him, no one has to say that he has a precise vision.
As for the requirements being a bit high...
Nothing much to say.
Osamu Dazai is undoubtedly very talented and has a strong learning ability. For example, he bought many tomes to study in order to understand certain documents.
Even if today is his first time cooking, looking at the step-by-step diagram or instructional video on his mobile phone, the taste of the dishes he cooks should not be bad?
Hmm.
The three of them put on the mystery filters and felt at ease. Rando asked with interest about the various customs of the Japanese New Year. Oda Sakunosuke answered for him. Kamishiro Kiyokazu thought about it silently, but still did not let the kitchen cancel the original plan.
Fugu cuisine... This is definitely not a distrust of Dazai Neko, I just want the dishes tonight to be richer.
Um.
Kamishiro Kiyowa thought calmly and was stunned by the list of singers for tonight's Kohaku Song Concert.
There must be a lot of people queuing up for New Year's Eve at the shrines and temples in Yokohama tonight. They'd better go tomorrow. If you miss the 108 bell ringing ceremony of the temple, just miss it. You can go again next year. This year, watch the red and white song concert on TV first...
…
The string has been hung at the door, the kadomatsu has been placed, and the gifts and greeting cards are ready. They will be distributed to everyone after 0 o'clock. Sister Hongye will give them to her in her office before going to the shrine tomorrow...
Next year's port mafia development plan is being written, and I'm not in a hurry. It seems that previous leaders never wrote it...
"I'm back!"
Dazai Osamu's energetic voice accompanied by the rich fragrance appeared at the door of the dormitory that was wide open. His childish face was flushed from cooking, and he was holding a soup pot in his hand.
Kamishiro Kiyokazu hurriedly went to greet him, "Stew soup?"
He thought for a moment and smiled secretly, "Because frying will cause oil to splash out?"
Afraid of pain.
This is a characteristic of Dazai Osamu that Kiyowa Kamishiro discovered while living in the dormitory. It must be said that he is quite cute.
Because other cooking methods may cause hot oil to burst out and splash onto your body, causing pain, so I chose stewing soup, which is very reasonable.
The soup pot is placed on the dining table.
"It's chicken soup."
Oda Sakunosuke, who was sitting around, was passing out bowls and chopsticks while talking.
It’s still a very good looking chicken soup.
The soft stewed chicken is soaked in the yellow and fragrant soup, the red wolfberries are floating in the soup, and there are various ingredients that Kandairo Kiyawa can and cannot recognize. It is no exaggeration to say that it is a feast for the eyes.
I want to taste the full flavor and color right away.
"This is the cooking method I developed for braised chicken."
Dazai Osamu's face was full of pride, and in the eyes of everyone's admiration and adoration, he talked eloquently, "First..."
"I named it 'Energy Braised Chicken'!"
After hearing this, Kamishiro Kiyokazu went to the next door to get the induction cooker with a strong willpower. On the way, he silently sent an email to the kitchen to finish the puffer fish. Then he returned to the lively living room to cook the soba noodles with a series of auspicious meanings.
Only then did people begin to eat the much-anticipated dinner.
"How's it going? Does it taste great?"
“Very delicious.”
Approval from Oda Sakunosuke.
"It's a very good dish. Dazai, is this really your first time cooking it today?"
Lan Tang said this.
“Ever thought about trying crab or dessert?”
This is the age of peace and harmony.
There is no need to eat dinner too fast on New Year’s Eve. When they started watching the Red and White Song Concert at 19:15, they were still holding bowls of soup. I have to say that on a winter night, it is still a good idea to drink a bowl of hot chicken soup.
Being indoors, surrounded by friends and acquaintances, makes people feel warmer from body to heart.
January 4th.
Kamishiro Kiyoka woke up in the morning, looked at the time on his phone, got up and looked through the entire bedroom, and then went to the information dealer's chat room to peek at the screen for a while...
He had to admit that today was indeed 14, not 11 as he imagined.
So what about the memories from 11 to 13?
Although I have never lost my memory before, this kind of precise short-term amnesia is too rare——
Has he got a supernatural power?
"Dazai!"
Kamidai Kiyokazu immediately got up and knocked on the second bedroom door, trying to figure out Dazai Osamu's status: if it was a superpower targeting him or Port Mafia, as a neutralized Dazai, he would definitely be a blind spot for the enemy.
No one answered.
The calls and people from Oda Sakunosuke and Rando came almost at the same time. According to them, they also lost their memory for three days and had exactly the same symptoms.
"Were you attacked on November 11?"
Lan Tang guessed.
"I sent out all the greeting cards and gifts to Momiji-san," Kamishiro Kiyokazu said. "I contacted Mr. Ranpo, who I had arranged to meet at the shrine on November 11. He said that there was nothing unusual about us that day. It was probably because it was our first time.
In such a lively New Year, everyone seems very enthusiastic and cheerful.”
Lan Tang repeated: "...enthusiastic and cheerful?"
Doubtful.
Huge doubts that cannot be ignored.
Kamishiro Kiyawa could not imagine what the enthusiastic and cheerful Rando looked like. This melancholy and slender foreigner had nothing to do with those two words.
As for the enthusiastic and cheerful Odasaku...
no.
It's also full of dissonance.
Oda Sakunosuke knocked on the door: "Dazai?"
The former killer put his index finger up against his open palm, making a silencing gesture, and put his ear against the door to listen.
Half a moment.
Oda Sakunosuke stood up straight and said, "There is someone inside."
"What did you hear?"
Lan Tang asked.
The red-haired young man was a little hesitant: "Maybe it was the sound of turning over and hitting something while sleeping..."
——Maybe it’s the sound of banging when I’m awake, right?
The remaining two people thought at the same time.
"I have a guess."
Kamishiro Kiyoka stopped browsing the mailbox on his mobile phone, thinking about what he had sent to the farming chief Ango and the others. There was no flaw in the content - it looked like it was all edited by him while he was conscious. The New Year's greeting email flashed and stretched out.
He rubbed his eyebrows with his fingers, "Do you still remember the full name of the chicken stew that Dazai made?"
"Vital and refreshing..."
Lan Tang fell into deep thought.
"vitality……"
Oda Sakunosuke also fell silent.
Nirvana.
The unspeakable silence has lasted for a long time.
The three victims stood in front of Osamu Dazai's room like clay sculptures, waiting quietly.
n hours later.
Squeak.
An extremely subtle sound.
The door to the second bedroom quietly opened a crack.
Peering out from the crack of the door with iris-colored eyes, he saw three tall shadows...!!
The door is stuck.
The three of them entered one after another. Oda Sakunosuke, who was at the end, locked the door and then moved the desk over to block it after thinking about it.
——Dazai Osamu’s previous actions can be said to be self-inflicted.
——If you don’t know anything, why don’t you open the door openly?
Osamu Dazai's expression was lifelike and confused: "What are you doing?"
His face was full of anxiety, "I found out that I have lost my memory! Qinghe, take me to the hospital quickly!"
"Rando has already gone to the infirmary for a checkup. It's not a problem in this area." Kamishiro Kiyawa slowly showed a gentle smile and sincerely comforted the Dazai cat in front of him who had pretended to sleep for a long time. "Dazai, it's okay, it's just a man.
Accident."
——Unlike the three people who suspected that they were possessed by supernatural powers, Dazai Osamu, as a nullifier, must be the first to reveal the truth.
——That’s why he looks like a sneaky cat that’s gotten into trouble.
"This is your first time making Vitality Braised Chicken, right?" With shining amber eyes, Kamishiro Kiyawa asked with curiosity, "Can you tell me the detailed method of making it again? It's best if it can be detailed down to the gram."