How to put on the character of Wen Haozai in front of Buteizai

When Osamu Dazai shook off his grandmother and reached the door of the apartment, he saw three people leaning against the wall waiting for him to come.

After seeing Osamu Dazai coming, one of the young men with a pot head, wearing a white coat and a green scarf straightened up, and greeted Osamu Dazai carelessly: "I never thought that there would be a day when I would meet you Dazai." !"

Kajii Kijiro...?

Seeing the opponent, Osamu Dazai frowned, thinking that this person should not be a member of Mafia at the port, why would he come here to work for a special agent with special abilities?

Although he thought so in his heart, Dazai Osamu did not express it directly, but held his mobile phone and made a request to several other people: "Let's exchange phone numbers first, and it will be more convenient to search separately at that time."

They nodded in agreement with Osamu Dazai's proposal, and then entered each other's cell phone numbers.

Then they walked to the door of the apartment and found that although the door of the apartment looked very old and full of vicissitudes of time, its quality was still good.

So if there is no key, the door cannot be opened by ordinary means.

Well, general means...

Looking at the gate and the iron lock on it, Kajii Keijiro took out two lemon-shaped objects from his pocket with great interest.

"Lemon is the most perfect shape in this world!" He raised his hands high and shouted like this, his words seemed a bit crazy.

Seeing that he was about to throw a bomb, Osamu Dazai grabbed the opponent's wrist.

"Hey, hey, it's really dangerous~"

Looking at Kijiro Kajii who stopped his movements, Osamu Dazai shook his head and muttered to himself.

Kawabata on one side followed and held down Kajii Jijiro, and asked him not to be excited to blow up the building if he had nothing to do.

Seeing Kajii Keijiro being pulled aside and being educated by two people in turn, Dazai Osamu snickered gloatingly, then picked up the iron lock with his hands, took off the hairpin that sandwiched his right bang, and put his ear close to the lock iron lock...

bang-

Under Osamu Dazai's superb skill, the lock that was originally closed was directly pried open.After pushing the door, the sound of "click, click" kept ringing, and the dust all over the sky was raised out of thin air.A few of them coughed, and then looked inside the apartment building.

Perhaps it was because it had been scrapped for a while, and a thin layer of dust could be seen on the tables on the ground.

The apartment doesn't really look like much of a problem, at least on the surface.Osamu Dazai and his party thought this way, and then walked in the direction of the apartment building.

When passing through the door, it must be an illusion, right?Osamu Dazai felt that he saw a silver-white spiral staircase in a trance, and before he could see it more clearly, his eyes went dark and he fell into a sweet dream.

Boom boom boom... boom boom boom...

When Osamu Dazai woke up, he felt the midday sun shining directly on his body.Someone was knocking on the door outside, and at first glance it sounded like a benevolent voice came in from outside.

"Zhijun, hurry up and get up and take a shower..."

A middle-aged woman's voice came from outside, and the other party raised her tone and shouted: "Come out to eat after washing up, aren't you going to study with the little girl on the top floor today?"

Osamu Dazai was a little dizzy, and didn't realize what was going on now, whether it was the voice outside the door or the girl on the top floor...

But in the next second, noisy and chaotic memories exploded in his mind—in this memory, his father shouted every day that human beings are degenerate, so he took this one from Osamu Dazai for himself. name.

Later, as he said in his mouth, he was depraved and cheated on other young girls, his mother divorced his father and moved to this apartment with himself who was still young at that time.

Living like this is more than ten years.

I have also changed from a kindergarten classmate wearing a blue dress to a high school student who has just turned over, and I use the excuse of tutoring to go to the top floor of the apartment every day to find the girl I have a crush on.

"Ah, Mom, I got it, I'll get up right away!" Osamu Dazai shouted, remembering everything, and then lifted the blue quilt covering himself.

He randomly took a light purple shirt from the closet, put it on, and hurried into the small bathroom attached to his room.

White tiled ceramics and a beige washstand, Osamu Dazai, who found that there was no facial cleanser on the counter, hurriedly opened the drawer, trying to find a new unopened package from inside.

But when he opened the drawer, he found that there was nothing in it, whether it was toothpaste, toothbrush, replacement towels, or something else... Anyway, there should be things in a normal bathroom , the place is empty with nothing.

Instead, there was a doll with twin ponytails and a small white skirt.

This is how the same thing?

Osamu Dazai picked up the doll very puzzled.

Whether it is myself as a male high school student or my mother who is in her early 40s, neither is the kind of person who can play with dolls.

So how could there be a doll in this place?

"Zhijun, what are you dawdling about now, why don't you come out quickly?"

Just when Osamu Dazai was puzzled, the voice of a middle-aged woman sounded again.

Hearing the other party's call, Osamu Dazai turned his head in the direction of the door casually, and shouted: "I'll be right out, wait a little longer!"

"Then hurry up!!" After receiving a satisfactory reply, the voice of the middle-aged woman stopped again.

Osamu Dazai accelerated his washing action, and then hurried out of the room.

This is a traditional Japanese-style living room, with a low wooden table and cushions on the side, and a dark apron that has just been replaced is hung on the drying rack next to it.

A middle-aged woman was sitting on a mat, and a table of food was placed in front of her. This was their breakfast today.

"You are coming out, so hurry up and have breakfast! Since you have made an appointment, don't be late..."

Listening to the middle-aged woman's words, Osamu Dazai replied casually: "It's okay to be late, anyway, Sakurako has been waiting there, and she won't run away."

Probably an illusion?Osamu Dazai always felt that when he said this, he didn't seem to pay much attention to the girl named Sakura in his memory...

But that should be my crush...?Osamu Dazai was a little puzzled when he discovered this.

"What do you say, she is such a little girl..."

After hearing Osamu Dazai's disrespectful words, the middle-aged woman seemed a little angry, but she obviously had nothing to do with her rebellious child, so she could only shake her head helplessly, "Forget it, you... "

Children of your age, if you don't say no, you will become rebellious.

For the sake of that little girl, it's better not to say too much.

Osamu Dazai sat on the cushion, looking at the meals on the low table in front of him.

Small pieces of waffles, chopped carrots mixed with mashed potatoes, fried eggs decorated with sausage and ketchup...these are put together one by one, from the color matching Obviously not the kind of food for teenagers who are about to grow up.

Osamu Dazai noticed this keenly. He picked and randomly added a piece of fried egg with chopsticks, and after eating, he took a sip of the soy milk on the side.

It's not the mild soy milk that I like, but it has a very obvious strong sweetness...

After discovering this, Osamu Dazai frowned slightly, and then speeded up his meal.

"What's wrong? Doesn't it suit the taste?" After Osamu Dazai put down the bowl and chopsticks, the middle-aged woman said in a caring tone.

Osamu Dazai shook his head, returned a gentle smile, and then slowed down his tone and explained softly: "No, it's nothing, maybe it's because I slept late yesterday, I just woke up today without much appetite. "

"Then how about I simmer a pot of porridge for you, and come back to eat when you feel hungry!" The middle-aged woman got up and said this while walking towards the kitchen.

Osamu Dazai did not refute the other party's proposal, but said in a tone that sounded very gentle and enthusiastic at first glance: "This is the best way, mom, thank you!"

"They're both mother and son, thank you so much, it just seems a little different..."

The middle-aged woman shook her head, and then joked in that teasing tone: "Why don't you usually look so polite?"

Hearing these words, Osamu Dazai paused in his footsteps, his heart pounding.

"Then didn't you watch TV a few days ago? It was all played like this..." Osamu Dazai turned his head slightly, and kicked the ball back calmly.

The middle-aged woman sneered, then shook her head helplessly: "It's true, I watch those messy things every day."

After Osamu Dazai returned to the room, he reversed his previous calm state, quickly closed and locked the door, and then took a look at the surrounding environment.

Sky-blue wallpaper, solid wood red floor, off-white wardrobe and bed... These light-toned furniture decorations are more biased towards girls than boys.

Then he walked to the desk, opened the desk drawer in a panic, and found that there were colorful stickers and a red notebook inside.

Sure enough, this room and the things in this room should not be the style of a male high school student.

Osamu Dazai reached for the diary and thought about it while reading.