I'm putting on a vest

After returning home, to be precise, after lying on the bed, it was the turn of two people's private time.

Shiina Mashiro and Osamu Dazai were lying face to face, only one day had passed since the two of them were lying on the bed last time, but it seemed that more things happened in this day than in the previous ten years of life.

The two people's fingertips are put together, and they feel each other's completely different temperature from their own. This temperature begins to blend with each other after 5 minutes of skin contact.

Shiina Mashiro felt that his body was like a bag, which contained blood and fat, and some inexplicable things. Now that the bag has a hole, it is in contact with Ozu’s hole, and the things inside the two people’s bodies Flowing back and forth along the breach, gradually melting together.

Ozu showed a somewhat disgusted expression.

"I think your description is a bit strange."

He asked her everything about the destruction of the world, Shiina Mashiro told him honestly.

"Oh, so I was dead then, too."

Shiina Mashiro nodded.

"Then why did you decide to leave that world? At that time, you were cold and tired in the interrogation room, and you should have felt that sleeping in an ocean without light—even if this sleep should take a full [-] million years—would have It doesn't matter."

"Well, at that time..." Shiina Mashiro recalled that those memories did not exist in her brain cells, but in the more mysterious so-called soul. When she recalled, she did not feel the transmission of electrical signals from the nerve endings. It feels like just looking at your past like looking at a painting.

"I drew what the book told me, and it seemed that something was summoned, not just the ocean, but something else, or the ocean was just a prerequisite for summoning that existence... It's like If you're going to have guests into your home, you have to be prepared."

"He is at the bottom of the ocean. The bottom is a place lower than the ordinary earth's core. He is cheering and jumping there, like a child who can finally come out of a small house to play."

"Did you see it?" Dazai asked.

"I didn't see it. If I saw it, I probably wouldn't be able to come back, um... Do you believe in infection? It's like there is an invincible pathogen. The moment you come into contact with that pathogen, you will be infected and become seriously ill. The sick, then isolated, isolated from all normal people."

"I feel that the faint feeling of that creature across the ocean thousands of meters away is already my limit. Let alone seeing him, as long as I get a little closer, I will be captured by that atmosphere."

"So what did the creature tell you?"

"He told me there is something I need to look for. After filling the small gap in my heart, I can come and play with him...Maybe he is more gentle than we thought."

"That's why you came." Osamu Dazai said.

"So here I am."

After hearing this statement, Ozu's face didn't get any better. Instead, he puffed up his cheeks slightly, hid his face behind the pillow and only showed a pair of eyes to see her.

"And before that?" he asked.

"I didn't think about Ozu before that, probably because I forgot about the cold and painful feeling, I don't like you that much yet."

"..."

He gave her a cold look, turned over and got out of bed.

Ozu opened the door, and light came in from the living room, stretching Ozu's shadow long on the bed.As Ozu walked out, the shadow moved across the quilt like the hour hand on a clock.

The door closed with a bang.Shiina Mashiro sat on the bed with her pillow in her arms and watched all this blankly.

...Why is he angry?

Although such a trivial episode happened in the middle.This sentence was said by Osamu Dazai. In fact, for other people, this kind of "insignificant" is enough to make them die three times. Worth putting on your resume and submitting to the FBI or CIA.

Although such a trivial episode happened, the days still have to go on.Shiina Mashiro still has to draw her paintings so that she can return to her original world.

But this time was a little different from before. Osamu Dazai didn't have to hide his identity as a Port Mafia cadre to quietly collect the raw materials she needed. This time, the Port Mafia collected for her through official channels.

After all, asking God is easier than sending God away, and it would be good for everyone to let this uncontrollable monster return to her original world quickly. Mori Ogai also sent some people to protect her, although Shiina Mashiro is not used to having people around The feeling of following—even when she was in the studio before, the bodyguards only gathered where she put the paintings, rather than by her side.

Mori Ogai just kept a smile on his face, and Shiina Mashiro was unwilling to say anything to him. When talking to Ozu, the latter comforted her, "It's not to protect you from others, but to protect you from others. Protect from your hands those who don't have eyes and come to provoke you, lest you destroy the whole world indiscriminately when you attack them."

"So just accept it, after all, people in this world are very fragile."

When Osamu Dazai said this, he had a faint smile on his face, looking at the bodyguard arranged for her by the port mafia.

Yes, under Shiina Mashiro's insistence, the number of bodyguards has finally changed from a dozen people - the way others looked at Shiina Mashiro during the mighty assembly before made her think she was some kind of boss, to one.

And this person and Osamu Dazai couldn't get along in any way.

Before accepting, Shiina Mashiro asked another question.

She pointed to Nakahara Chuya next to her. When she first knew that Nakahara Chuya was her bodyguard, compared to the tension of a man of the same age who had to be inseparable with her for a long time, Shiina Mashiro's bigger idea was——

"Ah, so you're still alive."

"...What kind of reaction is that?!"

"Is it really okay for him to be my bodyguard?"

When she asked, Mori Ogai finally spoke.

"Well, it's a bit ashamed to say that, but Mr. Zhongyuan is already a rare normal person in the port mafia."

"Ah, is it?" Shiina Mashiro thought for a while, as if everyone she saw was stranger than Nakahara Nakaya, so she nodded and agreed in a very ordinary way.

"But don't bother me." She only had one request for Zhong Yuanzhong.

After finishing speaking, she came to the park that day again.

As expected, the uncle who had lost his memory never came to the park again.

Those cats wandered slowly in the park. Occasionally, some people who came for a walk gave them some food, and they ate there. They were as alert as before and would not be touched by anyone.

But after seeing Shiina Mashiro, it was as if she saw Kiten Takumi, and Maomao made a voice that seduced others and swarmed towards her.Shiina Mashiro stood there like a tree, with many cat-shaped fruits growing on her body, she couldn't even walk.

Zhongyuan Zhong was also watching from the side, with a pretended indifference and a little bit of envy on his expression, but when the kitten showed its paws, he quickly stretched out his hand and pinched its pads down.

"...it won't hurt me," said Shiina Mashiro.

"It's up to me to decide." Nakahara Chuya said.

Shiina Mashiro looked to the side, and felt that he still didn't like this bodyguard.

She came to the place where she was painting before, and Zhongyuan Zhong also helped her to straighten the easel, and took a look at the painting on the halfway. The previous painting was a semi-finished product, but just looking at it can make people fall into madness. Now It seems that this is not the case at all.

Now it stays there, like a piece of white paper splashed with watercolors by a young child, nothing fancy.

Zhong Yuanzhong also touched his chin, "This is not what I saw before."

"…Before?"

"Ah. We've always had surveillance personnel."

"..."

Shiina Mashiro stopped talking.

She felt a little nauseous.

"So why?"

It wasn't something that this person couldn't explain to her when he asked her this way, not to mention that she was always willing to say a lot about painting to others.

"Because a lot has been done with this painting."

"Done a lot?"

"Hmm... I used the power of this painting when I was protecting Ozu from the hound before, and then there were things like invisibility. After I used up all of them, this painting will..."

She stopped talking, and looked at the painting with the same expression as if she was facing the corpse of her friend.Zhong Yuanzhong also saw this scene, so he took off his hat and put it on his chest, and didn't say anything like 'it can do so many things, and the price-performance ratio of this painting is quite high'.

"What a pity," he said.

"It doesn't matter. I can't find the most critical color, and if I continue to paint, it won't become a finished product... But now I have to find the subject again."

"Can you find it?"

"Can you find it...or someone has already designated it."

Shiina Mashiro's eyes drifted to the side, and said very uncertainly.

"I haven't drawn anything like this before."

This is eight hours after Osamu Dazai got angry

The reason why it was eight hours later was because after Ozu got angry and went out, Shiina Mashiro hugged the pillow and thought about why he was angry for a while, and every time he came up with an answer, he killed his own thoughts in his heart, thinking of the third When it was time to answer, I finally couldn't help being sleepy and fell asleep on the bed.

When she woke up, the sky was completely bright. She rubbed her eyes and got off the bed. When she stepped on the floor, she felt that the floor was soft. She stood for a while before she recovered.

When he opened the door, he found that Ozu was still sitting on the sofa, in exactly the same posture as yesterday. He noticed her movement and snorted, but when he turned around, he smiled the same as usual.

Then it should be in a good mood. Thinking of this, Shiina Mashiro also showed a smile on his face.

"Good morning." Ozu waved to her energetically. "By the way, I'm still angry. If you want to reconcile, please pay the reconciliation gift."

"Ah? Ah... and a good gift."

"What is it?" Shiina Mashiro said in a low voice, barely sat down, only sat on a third of the sofa, her two knees were obediently put together like a primary school student, she put her hands on her knees and turned her head to look at him.

There was a mischievous gleam in Osamu Dazai's eyes.

I hope it's not something too excessive, I don't seem to have much money on me...

"Yeah. I want Zhenbai to paint for me."

"Drawing..." A portrait like Q?Her eyes habitually searched Dazai Osamu's body, looking at the light coming in through the curtain.

If you want to draw here, you have to open the curtains a little later and move the table next to it.

"What I want is..."

Osamu Dazai kept a smile on his face, raised one hand high, and then swung it down suddenly, the fingertips were only a few centimeters away from Shiina Mashiro's chest.

"Your self-portrait!"

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