Group Pet Career in Yokohama

It has been a month since Mori Ogai took Hill in. During this period, Mori Ogai often left early and returned late. When he came back, he looked like a walking dead. He buried himself in correcting documents every day until midnight, spreading his wings on the verge of sudden death.

Even though he's a doctor, Hill can't help but worry about his hairline.

It is gratifying (specifically Mori) that Osamu Dazai did not commit any unexpected suicides.

Although Osamu Dazai once made the appalling statement of "jumping upstairs into the snow in only shorts and dying happily all night", this thought was overwhelmed by a small hurricane blowing in the moment he opened the window. Ruthlessly dismissed.

With extremely disheveled hair on his head, he willfully expressed that he would not commit suicide if it was too painful.

This time, Hill felt that the suicide he was talking about was not serious, but like a child who kept playing with toys because life was boring.

Osamu Dazai, who lives in Mori Ogai's apartment, has nothing to do every day with Hill playing games, delving into some novel suicide methods, or reading military medical books on the bookshelf.

——Until Mori Ogai asked Hill to learn calligraphy.

Although he can speak Japanese, Hill doesn't know the characters of this world.Although I understand some common sense of human society, it is not comprehensive.

According to Mori Ogai's investigation, her past was blank, leaving no trace in this world, and her whole person seemed to appear out of thin air.

So Mori Ogai would tell Hill some so-called "rules" in this world in his spare time.

As for some things like "a good boy should listen to his guardian, take care of the mood of the head of the family who is earning money outside the home, and take the initiative to put on a beautiful dress for him to appreciate" or something...

Hill felt that this part had no value and could be completely ignored.

As for "knowledge", the busy Mori Ogai handed over the matter to Dazai Osamu.

Osamu Dazai was weird - Hill concluded.

When he was a teacher, he seemed to turn on some kind of strange switch, as if the black mud all over his body had nowhere to pour out, so the aura like the source of spiritual evil radiated from his eyes and soul.

To put it simply, the temperament of the whole person suddenly became very "ghost animal".

If she was a real 11-year-old girl at this time, she might have nightmares for several days and nights, and even suffer from a mental illness called "Osamu Dazai PTSD" because of this, and it is not too much to be cursed by it for the rest of her life.

But Hill is not an ordinary child in a sense, it is better to say that this extremely dangerous Osamu Dazai seems to reveal a certain "essence" beyond the appearance, and even makes Hill arouse an instinctive desire "Prying desire".

This feeling made Hill's heart surge, the inexplicable longing roared in her blood, and her throat was dry.

Just out of the biological instinct of seeking advantages and avoiding disadvantages, Hill still made a frightened expression, and his pure goose yellow eyes looked at Osamu Dazai innocently and fearfully. As hard as steel, she will let her get what she wants.

That's what Hill is learning from two acting masters these days.

But obviously Osamu Dazai doesn't like this.

So he changed his strategy and made a study plan according to Hill's learning ability and preferences.

In fact, apart from the occasional bad taste, Osamu Dazai is definitely a competent teacher.

He can flexibly summarize and extract the essence from boring books, explain in easy-to-understand and interesting speeches, and then formulate the most efficient test and spot check mode according to Hill's mastery progress and memory curve.

Thanks to him, Hill has made rapid progress.

but--

"Why are your questions so strange? It looks simple at first glance, but after finishing it, you find that it is full of traps!" Hill threw the corrected paper on the desk sullenly, curled up on the stool, His face bulged.

Stretching out his hand curiously to test the feel, Osamu Dazai raised his eyes and explained softly: "This is the strategy of dragging troops - feigning defeat and fleeing, leading the enemy into an ambush circle."

"Don't use the military tactics you've seen recently on me, am I your enemy?" Hill retorted dissatisfied.

Regarding Hill's displeasure, Osamu Dazai turned a deaf ear to it, thinking to himself: "Ah, let me think about it, what story will I tell today... I'm so happy."

Hill: "..."

She likes to try something new, but that doesn't include Osamu Dazai forcing her to enjoy his recent "Midnight Ghost Stories" activity with filling the pits again and again, and Hill hates ghost stories.

The worst thing was that Ji Ji confiscated her desserts, and sighed in front of her that the desserts were so delicious, while smacking his lips in disgust.

"Are you taking revenge? Revenge for what happened that day?" She finally realized that this narrow-minded and vengeful man was taking revenge for the mistake that caused him to fall into the water when they first met.

What reasonable punishment measures to ensure the study plan... He must have planned it for a long time!

"Oh, Hill-chan just found out?" He said with a smile.

"……as long as you are happy."

In March in Yangchun, the cherry blossoms on the roadside are in full bloom, and the pedestrians on the road are bustling.

The Yokohama Port owned by Yokohama City is the largest seaport in Japan, and there are a large number of port facilities and associated industries and storage industries along the coast.

The port usually docks cargo ships of over 10,000 tons.About [-]+ ships are berthed in the port every year, and the incoming raw material ships can be directly docked for unloading, and the exported finished products can be directly shipped from another terminal after leaving the factory, which not only saves transportation time and costs, but also improves efficiency and reduces costs.

The highly developed marine transportation industry has brought huge benefits to Yokohama, which has also made Yokohama a breeding ground for major or formal or illegal organizations.

For a long time in the past, the Outer Port was an autonomous region open to the outside world, and the concessions. Under the development of this environment, Yokohama was mixed with fish and dragons, various commercial industries, and underground associations.

Overly liberal policies are the source of chaos in Yokohama. Large and small organizations cut off goods, compete for territory, conflicts of interest, and swallow each other... Various fierce battles have long been seen.

Not to mention the rampage of the ancestors of the port mafia not long ago-the "tyranny of blood" that plunged Yokohama into a long period of tyranny and terror is a tragedy that anyone can remember deeply.

But again, it's a loud and incredibly gritty city.

I can't believe that the residents were still living under the oppression of the mafia a few months ago. They huddled in the house tremblingly and dared not go out. The death of the mafia, the death of the executive staff, the death of the innocent passers-by who were affected... are all just a few months ago. It's the number that keeps jumping on the form.

Now the atmosphere of panic is like the remaining clouds sweeping away from the sky, leaving no trace.

Sitting in the black car, the sun slanted down from the half-open car window, casting mottled light and shadows on Hill's white lace skirt embroidered with delicate dark patterns.

"So... where are you going?" Hill turned his head to look at Osamu Dazai who was sitting beside him.

The scenery on the street swept back quickly.

This morning, a black car was parked downstairs at the clinic.

A strange man in a black suit and black sunglasses who didn't look like a nice guy knocked on the door of the apartment, saying that it was the order of the leader to send the two of them to the headquarters.

"An interesting place." Osamu Dazai leaned his elbow on the open car window, resting his chin on one hand and looking out the window.

The hair is blown up and down by the wind, and the pupils without focus are looming under its cover.

"Hey, Dazai, the 'leader' he said refers to Rintaro, right?" Hill suddenly asked with great interest.

"Oh~"

As if he had heard something interesting, Osamu Dazai turned his head with interest and narrowed his eyes slightly, "Then before the answer is revealed, why don't you guess what kind of organization leader Mr. Mori is? The leader of the Second Runaway Group also said Not sure... Well, thinking about it this way, it seems to be a funny street organization..."

As if he was afraid that Hill would not understand, he gestured excitedly while explaining: "It's the kind of organization that wears colorful clothes and rides a unicycle on the street... while sending out small advertisements and saying thank you for your patronage... Ah! Very It fits Mr. Mori's temperament!"

On a smooth road, the car suddenly bumped.

After two months of getting along, Hill has already gotten used to Osamu Dazai wearing clothes with his unreliable attitude from time to time.

She thought about it, though.

"...I think you're right."

"Then the reward for the correct answer... is this - a year of exercises written by Mr. Dazai with love!" He said happily.

"...Who would take that kind of thing as a reward. And even if I agree, do you really have the patience to do a year's worth of exercises? You'll die of boredom."

"Oh my, that's really a painful way to die." Dazai Osamu never focused on the key points, just like his peerless cleverness never focused on the right pattern, "Hurry up and guess, Hill-chan."

Carefully recall the books on Mori Ogai's bookshelf, his usual words and deeds... and some details of his work in the clinic.

"Obviously, even if Lin Taro, a terrible adult, would reveal deep darkness in his soul even if he were to become a military policeman... But he must be engaged in illegal work now... Illegal financial groups? Secret associations? Mafia?"

After a while, Hill raised his head in a sudden realization.

"I see, 'chief' means the chief of the mafia."

"Bingo~ That's right." Osamu Dazai raised the corner of his mouth, "From the soul sees the darkness... Could it be that Hill has that kind of ability—the ability to see through people's souls!"

"...There is no such ability."

"That, that—what does my soul look like? Hill-chan, can you see it!"

"Hmm..." Hill looked at Osamu Dazai, who was staring at himself with a smile.

Behind those iris-colored pupils is an incomprehensible world.

He was like a book that couldn't be read. Whenever she felt that she knew him a little bit, he showed a new content in front of her. He was a mysterious and unpredictable person.

Hill likes the most complex and the simplest, more the contradictory.

Osamu Dazai is conflicted, so she likes it.

Looking at his look eager to try, Hill finally said softly: "It's the condensed black mud on the dark side, a shadow that is so depressed that it presses down on the top of the head. If someone strays into it, they will be entangled in fear through the deep darkness, deeply Sinking into a bottomless pit of lonely darkness..."

It's not easy to make friends.

To some extent, Osamu Dazai and Mori Ogai are somewhat similar in nature, but Mori Ogai took a step back and chose absolute reason.

"Eh? It sounds very similar to Mr. Mori." Osamu Dazai dissatisfied, "Can't Hill-chan analyze my weakness or wish?"

Hill blinked, "Weakness or wish? Okay."

"...You are afraid and longing, someone can pull you into this world. Because you don't want to die or be alone, you want to live." She said, her tone seemed to be telling an insignificant story.

"But the world is trying to improve the quality of life, but you are stuck in the meaning of life."

He is wandering on the edge of the world, always missing the real world, and maybe he himself thinks that he can't really live until he dies.

Osamu Dazai said softly: "Then how does Hill view the meaning of living?"

She was stunned, "Eh?... To me... living, in fact, has no meaning. Things themselves have the value of existence, but there is no meaningful existence. Meaning is just an emotional endowment of people to things. Simple The meaning is the ideal.”

"So Dazai has been maintaining the same attitude and thinking like this, and there is no way to find the meaning of living." After finishing speaking, Hill nodded affirmatively.

The temperature in the car suddenly dropped, followed by a suffocating silence, and slowly returned to temperature.

Hill couldn't help but looked at Osamu Dazai suspiciously.

Compared with before, now he is more like a child, a child whose toy was suddenly taken away.

His eyes were as dry as dead leaves, and he looked at Hill with a complicated expression. The car was extremely quiet for a while, and after a long time, he forced a smile, and his lips parted slightly, as if he wanted to say something .

"...Here we are." The driver sitting in front opened the door.