Forced by Butei's gravity

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With the heroic spirit's physique, this distance is nothing.

Even if I hugged a 1-meter-long man and drove as fast as I could, I had to know that I was a good-for-nothing who could turn pale after running 8 meters and almost pass out on the spot.

Osamu Dazai said that the wind was too strong and he couldn't open his eyes, so it was up to me to figure out how to go back.

At this time, I sneered, and replied to him very proudly, trash.

What responded to me was his suddenly tightened arms.

As we all know, when a person is hugged horizontally or by a princess, the person being hugged will wrap his arms around the neck of the hugger.

When Osamu Dazai tightened his arms like this, I was almost strangled, and I was sent away on the spot with him.

Suddenly, such a sentence came out of the loop in my mind.

"The Yokohama Transportation Bureau reminds you: There are tens of thousands of roads, and safety comes first. Irregular driving will bring tears to your loved ones."

It's a pity that the two of us don't have a car at all, and we don't even have relatives or tears.

131

After I ran back to Yokohama with Osamu Dazai, I was grabbed by Kunikida at the door of the dormitory.

"What's the matter with you two!"

Kunikida looked annoyed, although the pen was still securely pinned in his pocket, but the clenched fist looked hard for a long time.

"Osamu Dazai went into the water again..." I replied first, and hesitated to say the result, but the devastated Kunikida quickly understood what I meant.

His hard fist left a string of candied haws for Osamu Dazai, absolutely fresh.

Dazai was lying on the ground, as if he had been knocked unconscious. The clothes that had been in the water were half dry, crumpled and a little dirty, and looked like large non-recyclable garbage.

Kunikida sneered, lifted one of Dazai's feet skillfully, and dragged him into the dormitory like this, and even prepared to drag him up the stairs like this.

"It's a burden."

I looked at the stairs with a complicated expression. Osamu Dazai and I lived on the third floor, which was not a high floor, but dragging an adult male up the stairs was tiring.

"It's nothing, this guy, huh."

The expression on Kunikida's face was a bit ferocious, he dragged Dazai and began to climb the stairs, I followed behind him, a few steps slower, with a face full of unbearable grief, and then watched Dazai knock his face and head on the stairs.

Osamu Dazai, who was in a coma, knocked twice and slowly woke up, but he continued to be dragged by Kunikida without moving, and then cried out in pain pitifully.

"It hurts——Kunikida-kun is so annoying!"

"I know it hurts, but you should struggle..."

I watched Osamu Dazai being dragged by Kunikida, and touched his head intimately with the steps of the stairs a few more times, but he remained motionless.

"He tried and failed--it really hurts--Chuya, help--"

Osamu Dazai lengthened the end of his voice, coquettishly, and said pitifully.

Let's not talk about that weird and cute accent first.

Just say that you ask your ex-partner for help and ask him to save you from the evil hands of your current partner, there is something wrong with that!This is as embarrassing as "telling your ex-girlfriend that your current girlfriend domestically abuses me, you save me" Hey!

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In the end, it was Kunikida who compromised, he let go of his hand, and let Osamu Dazai get up and walk by himself.

After a while, Osamu Dazai got up, but he didn't want to climb the stairs by himself, but approached me in two or three steps, and hung himself on me.

A big man of 180 hangs on me, a weak woman who is only 170, and asks me to take him up the stairs.

……

【Yokohama Dirty Words】

As expected of you, Osamu Dazai.

133

Osamu Dazai was not very welcoming of people visiting his place, even if he didn't show it, but my gut told me he wouldn't like it.

After all, a person's residence and room will reveal his mental state and character. For example, the room of a depressed patient will be chaotic and dark, while a cheerful and confident person will display his honor and photos in the room.

Therefore, even if Osamu Dazai subconsciously does not arrange or place too many personal items in his residence, as long as this is his private space, he will still feel uncomfortable about revealing something.

Although he didn't show it, to put it bluntly, he was a combination of a coward and a tsundere.

……

How do I know this?

"Wen ○ ○ Dog" reading impressions and character analysis combined with the reading comprehension of the works of the writer Osamu Dazai, forced self-understanding, right?

As I thought about it, I went to close the door.

The moment the door was about to close, Osamu Dazai said at the same time: "The foreign aid has been invited, and it will be over soon if there is no accident, Kunikida-kun can go back, it's time to go home to buy vegetables and cook oh."

Kunikida, who was standing in the living room, hardened his fist again.

Having witnessed everything, I chose to watch in silence.

Sure enough, Kunikida, who had hardened his fist, was soon limped by Osamu Dazai again. Although he still maintained the temperament and momentum unique to elites, his eyes behind the glasses were actually very confused.

Osamu Dazai slumped on the sofa and waved his hands, he didn't even look at Kunikida who was sent away by him.

I saw that Kunikida was gone, so I prepared to leave too, and went back to my residence.

"Zhongye."

"Ok?"

"The phone is broken, is that okay?"

"Ah, get a new one."

"Oh……"

134

I went back to my residence, and since Osamu Dazai had plenty of different (magic) abilities, I didn’t have any obvious sense of hunger, so I played with my phone for a while before raising my eyes, let alone dinner, it might be a bit late for supper.

I guess the guy next door didn't have dinner either.

Soon, Osamu Dazai who came to pick the lock proved that he hadn't eaten dinner and was starving to death.

I made him a very late supper.

Who can refuse a pitiful, weak and helpless black long-haired cat, blinking its moist eyes, walking around you and begging for food? (Gradually delirious.)

I can't say no.

To tell you the truth, I once raised a black long-haired cat, and I named her Haruko—in terms of appearance alone, such a cute cat really looks a bit like Osamu Dazai.

However, Zhizi is very clingy and has always been unwilling to sleep by herself, which is very different from Dazai.

Although she bit off three of my data cables and a bunch of data cables and headphone cables in the first week after she came home, she only needed to give me two sweet meows before I compromised.

So it's normal that I can't refuse a Dazai who can act like a baby!There is no fuss, everyone sits down, everyone sits down, this is just the basic operation of Osamu Dazai.

135

I made a belated supper or dinner for Osamu Dazai who was playing tricks on me, and then pressed him to wash the dishes before letting him go back to rest.

It's human nature to be lazy when you're full, but people who don't work are not qualified to eat-my good girlfriends say so, so I never wash the dishes.

136

I am dreaming again.

Everything you dream about is real.

The fingertips seem to still retain the care of kissing someone and the cool but soft touch of the lips.

It wasn't me going next door to force Osamu Dazai to get up and go to work today because I slept through it.

Osamu Dazai pried open my front door and bedroom door without a sound, and then lay down next to my bed, his iris eyes were full of incomprehensible emotions.

I don't know what he's looking at.

But he didn't explain it, he just got up as I got up, turned around and waved at me, urging me to wash and change clothes, we were already late.

137

When we arrived at the detective agency, the third generation of the Nuliang group had already arrived, and a lady from the civil service brought tea and snacks to the three of them, and apologized to them with a little apology.

Since none of us had arrived yet, Kunikida took it upon himself to give them the details of the case.

When Osamu Dazai and I stepped into the gate of the detective agency, Atsushi Nakajima rushed in front of Osamu Dazai immediately, and informed Osamu Dazai in an extremely urgent tone, telling him to go to Kunikida as soon as possible.

I couldn't help touching Atsushi Nakajima's hair.

The Baihu of the Armed Detective Agency is a silly white sweet (commendative), good-looking, kind-hearted and sweet, and his soft white hair is extra soft to the touch, as if he is stroking a long-haired cat.

Having said that, I want to rule the child.

suddenly choked

Atsushi Nakajima subconsciously rubbed against my hand, then as if he suddenly realized it, he ran away with a blushing face and lowered head.

"Hmm..." Osamu Dazai, who witnessed everything next to him, pondered for a moment, then he closed his eyes with a face full of heroism, and then lowered his head, "If it's Chuya, it's barely enough, but if it's Chuya, it's not good at all. , after all, I don’t dare to do such a terrible thing! So Chuya—”

"..."

Osamu Dazai said several Chuyas in one breath, and succeeded in making me a little confused. My mind was full of Chuyas, and I didn't realize what he said at all. He just followed his movement of moving his head closer. He touched his head with the same treatment as Atsushi Nakajima.

But at this time, Osamu Dazai, who was still middle-length, middle-short, and trying to play with dolls, suddenly fell silent. He didn't have the same subconsciousness as Atsushi Nakajima, but he turned his head unnaturally, and led the way to the slave. In the conference room where the Liang group is located, I just changed the topic as I let it go.

His reaction inexplicably made me think of it—even though he knew it was impossible, he still tried to act like a baby, but after getting an unexpected response, he was a little overwhelmed and could only pretend to be reserved and leave the cat.

Having said that, the more I look at him, the more I look like him, and I can't help but see Dazai Osamu's eyes gradually becoming amiable. (To put it simply, it's Mama's loving eyes looking at her son. Whisper)

139

"Good morning——" Osamu Dazai, who entered the meeting room first, greeted him stingingly, and even yawned hatefully.

Sure enough, before the members of the Nuliang group (or demons) could respond, the furious Kunikida held Dazai down and rewarded him with a freshly baked steaming stir-fried chestnut.

The projector is still showing the picture of the crime scene, and it seems that the strong smell of blood can still be smelled through the screen, but Kunikida just blocked part of the projector's light, and the red light shines on him, matching his anger, making him feel sick. He looked extremely terrifying, like a murderous maniac.

"Kunikida-kun is so irritable——" Osamu Dazai was grabbed by his collar, and he was shaken on his back, but the smile on his face was still quite frivolous.

"Ah... today is my problem, I got up late." Although I have seen this situation many times during this period, it is impossible to have any sympathy, but the problem is that the reason for being late today is not Dazai Osamu, because I slept through it today.

Kunikida-kun let go, pushed his glasses, looked at me for a moment, and after seeing me nodding, he turned around and nodded to the three members of the Nuragumi (demons).

"I'm sorry to make you laugh, now let's continue to talk about the situation."