I'm putting on a vest

"Well, anyway, this world is coming to an end, isn't it?"

[It's almost over... It seems that there is no time to leave. 】

"The timing is all right! Didn't Osamu Dazai say he wanted to give me a gift? Let's wait for him to bring a gift. Speaking of which, it's indeed the birthday of this identity... If the gift he gave by then is not very good So, then I will give myself the chance to return to the original world as a birthday present!"

"Of course, if it's going to get to the point where I, who doesn't belong to this world, can govern the affairs of this world, then this useless world should just be destroyed. It just happens to be in this world. How do you feel about the reward after holding back for so long?"

【...Didn't you give me a chance to speak at all? 】

【Forget it, whatever you want. 】

"Then wait for my birthday in three days. How should I choose? See you at that time."

For Shiina Mashiro, Osamu Dazai just didn't know where he was in the past few days, and stayed at home as if nothing had happened on the morning of his birthday, as if he had just left the house a few hours ago.

When Shiina Mashiro came out of the room rubbing his eyes, he raised the stool to raise the milk in the glass and said to her, "Come over for breakfast."

Shiina Mashiro looked at this scene and rubbed his eyes again, and when he put his hands down, the boy was still sitting in front of the table.

It seems that this is not a dream, she said to herself, sitting at the table and taking a bite of toast.

"The edges are burnt," she whispered.

"Oh, is that so?" Osamu Dazai cheerfully continued, taking another bite of his own bread.

Shiina Mashiro found that it was different from the obviously freshly prepared food on his plate, what Osamu Dazai was holding in his hand was the instant bread sold in the convenience store below.

If it is unhealthy, it is a bit unhealthy. Flavors and food additives will be added more or less, but it is better than Osamu Dazai himself who made it with love (that’s what he said), but it’s not so much love, it’s better to say It's a lot tastier when it's loaded with carcinogens from burning and over-seasoning.

Shiina Mashiro held something in the shape of a toast in his hand and stared at him.

Dazai smiled at her.

In the third second that Shiina Mashiro was staring at him, he threw an unopened Baumkuchen in the past.

Shiina Mashiro reached out to pick it up, but the baumkuchen passed her straight and fell to the ground next to her. She had to squat down to pick it up. The first thing she did when she picked it up was to tear off the packaging bag and bite into it. He took a sip and narrowed his eyes in satisfaction.

Osamu Dazai just smiled and watched her eat, and when Shiina Mashiro finished eating and started licking the cream on his hand, he said, "Hurry up and pack your things."

He said we were going out.

Osamu Dazai said he was going out but didn't say the specific address.Shiina Mashiro discovered the crisis hidden in this sentence only 30 minutes after leaving home.

Even if he said to let her pack up, Shiina Mashiro didn't know what to take away.

She didn't have any clothes. Osamu Dazai bought her three skirts before.

He took her to the store and let her choose by herself.The clerk in each change of clothes would look at her and let out a small scream. Someone took a photo and asked her if she could use it for advertising, "You can give this dress a discount, no, it's free to be precise!" But Shiina Mashiro only picked the first white skirt, and the next two skirts are exactly the same as the first one, so that the trouble of choosing can be avoided.

Now she is wearing a skirt that is a bit like a school uniform.She was dressed like this when she first crossed. If nothing else happened, she was indeed planning to go to Japan to be a very ordinary high school student in the original world.

Grandpa called this 'the track back to society'.But Shiina Mashiro thinks that she is already living in society, and there is no such thing as returning to society. Even if she is in the studio, don’t everyone use her paintings to make money and earn the currency needed to walk in society? ?

She looked at the things in her room, and there were indeed traces left by her life. The water in the cup was not finished, and the trash can beside the bed was half full, but she didn't know where to take it away. what to go.

She put her hand on the little bear mobile phone pendant she gave her when she bought something, picked it up, and then put it down again, letting it continue to lie on the table to sleep peacefully.

In the end, when Shiina Mashiro came out, she only brought her painting.

The self-portrait is quite big, and if it is placed directly in front of her, it will block her entire waist. It was a little difficult for Shiina Mashiro to take it out, but she just held it like this, showing a certain degree of self-portrait. The determination to take with you.

Osamu Dazai looked at her helplessly, "We went out to play." But he didn't stop it.

This helpless expression turned into a smile when Shiina Mashiro saw the entrance pushing the self-portrait aside and began to change his shoes. He nodded and said to himself that it was fine with Shiina Mashiro, and it was pretty good.

Half of that smile is definitely meant to watch the excitement: the first stop the two of them went out was a bar, and when Shiina Mashiro was holding a painting at the door, the guard looked at her with a very strange look.

These two people are obviously underage, and the others are underage or more accurately, other people who don't look like they come to the bar are stopped outside, but Osamu Dazai just went in with Shiina Mashiro without any obstacles.

She was a little hindered when she passed the small door frame with the painting in her arms. The guard wanted to reach out to help, but Osamu Dazai waved his hand twice with a smile, as if to chase away flies or puppies. Persuaded.

When she took the picture to the front of the bar, she struggled for a while where to put it. Finally, Osamu Dazai directly picked up the picture frame and put it next to the chair, and then put a hand on Shiina Mashiro to let her sit on it. Long swivel chair.

When she sat in the chair, her feet couldn't reach the floor, and she couldn't even step on the swivel chair bracket underneath.She knew the latter thing because her feet wobbled twice, and she kept tiptoeing without stepping on the support.

Her expression was a little anxious, and her hands were propped between her legs like a child who was suddenly carried to a high place.

Dazai looked at her and smiled.

She looked at his smile with a little confidence inexplicably.

She was too embarrassed to smile at him.

Finally Osamu Dazai said that I will buy you a drink.

I am underage.This sentence was thought by Shiina Mashiro in her mind, but she didn't say it.

The lighting in the bar is spherical, hanging above her and his heads. There is a light source simulating fireworks blooming on the spherical lamp. Those blooming fireworks shine on Dazai Osamu's face below, and countless small light spots bloom on his face. It looked like countless small silver fish were preying on his eyes.

Those eyes blinked at Shiina Mashiro.

The bartender made great movements to mix the drink. She heard the sound of water splashing and colliding in the glass, but she didn't actually see the process of mixing the drink. It was Osamu Dazai who gently pushed the glass of wine to her with his fingertips. In front of her, she lowered her head and saw that...how should I put it?It's a bit like a drink made by covering different pigments together.

She looked at it and thought, But the paint wouldn't be that shiny.

Osamu Dazai squeezed a few drops of lemon on it. I don't know what kind of chemical effect it had. After entering the glass of magnificent liquid, the lemon juice turned pale pink. The closer it was to the bottom of the bottle, the darker the color was. When the bottom settled, it was almost black.

She watched intently.

"Try it." Osamu Dazai said.

She pressed her upper body down, moved her mouth to the mouth of the cup, and took a sip like a deer drawing water from the river.

It doesn’t have the spicy feeling of the wine in the novel. When you inhale it, it feels a bit like cool and smooth cream. The third second when the wine is on the tongue, you have the tingling sensation like soda, and it blooms a lot of colors. small air bubbles.

As she did this, Osamu Dazai kept his fingers pressed against Shiina Mashiro's throat, and she waited for three seconds before she frowned at the tingling pain before moving away.

"Swallow it now."

Shiina Mashiro did so.

When the cocktail passed through her throat, she had a mint-like refreshing feeling, and when it reached her stomach, it seemed that the lemon juice gradually changed from light pink to black in the liquid, and the process of the liquid from her throat to her stomach was also caused by cold It became gradually hot, and after she swallowed it completely, she covered her lower abdomen with her hands through the clothes, feeling that there was a fire burning there.

"How does it feel?"

"It's a bit like doing magic." Shiina Mashiro said sincerely.

Ozu smiled.

The ball light on the ceiling is still changing its brilliance, and the little silver fish is swimming on Dazai Osamu's face, his eyes are still shining like before.

His hand approached Shiina Mashiro, and lightly touched the hem of her skirt. When he pulled his hand back, he really took out a few pieces of cash from the pocket of her skirt as if by magic.

He put the cash on the bar and pushed it towards the bartender, whispered a string of French, the bartender nodded knowingly, and started the dazzling bartending process again.

"This is the wine I like, but I haven't ordered it." Osamu Dazai said, propping his cheek with his hands to look at her, his childishness has not completely faded, and there is a kind of beauty like a girl.

"Thank you for buying me a drink," he said.

Shiina Mashiro nodded silly.

Shiina Mashiro couldn't tell how much she drank. Her body didn't have any concept of alcohol. She drank it all the time, feeling that the heat in her stomach increased, and it extended along the stomach wall to her fingertips In the end, the world in front of her eyes was a little blurry.

Osamu Dazai looked at her with a smile on his face, gently squeezed her reddened and slightly hot fingertips, and then pulled her up, like two contestants standing on the podium who just won the victory He raised his arms high and shook them.

"Okay—" he said to the bartender, "then let's go first."

When he took her out, Shiina Mashiro's steps were disordered, and he ran into an uncle who was also drunk and looked very difficult to mess with. The first reaction of that uncle when he was hit was to yell.

Osamu Dazai put his hands in his pockets and looked at him, nodding sincerely from time to time in agreement with his curses, it's true that the child's head is not very good, I also think she lacks vigilance.

But when the man's words stopped, Osamu Dazai asked "Are you done?" smashed the man's head.

"Now."

Blood gushed out all at once, and the man touched it blankly with his hands, and found glass shards, glistening in the light.

The boy opposite him had a few drops of blood splashed on his face, and his pretty fake face was pressed against the girl's side, biting her ear like no one else was there.

"Let's run away."

When Osamu Dazai pulled Shiina Mashiro out of the bar, there was a loud gunshot behind him. Just as he stepped forward, there was a bullet crater in the original place. He didn't even look back, and took the car keys that came along in the chaos. He opened the door and blew a kiss to the back as he sat in the driver's seat.

"Goodbye - thank you for your hospitality!" The boy said happily.