Observation Diary in Yokohama

Hoshihara Kazuya did not notice Kunikida Doppo's stiffness and discomfort at that moment, all his mind was on the trembling kitten in his arms.Reaching out, gently stroking and calming the frightened cat.

In this quiet atmosphere, the two kept silent and went back.

After getting out of the car, Xingyuan Kazuya was still a little bit overwhelmed.Along the way, many things flashed through his mind unconsciously, but when he thought about it carefully, it felt unreal, as if he hadn't grasped anything.

Although Mr. System is very nice, he didn't make things difficult for him.Mr. Dazai, the neighbor who lives next to him, is also very kind. He helped him a lot and brought him into the city.Many people I met here are very good people, kind, friendly, enthusiastic...

It's like being surrounded by all the goodness.

Just a little unreal.

Obviously, the previous death was close at hand, as if it happened yesterday, but when I recalled it, I found that it has been a long, long time, so long that it seems to have happened in the last lifetime.

In a life of mediocrity, it is also a good choice to be able to do something good at the end.Now that we have all come to this world, it is better to let go of some things. The past is the past, not the present, nor the future.

It's not necessary, it's not important.

"Why is Hoshihara-kun standing here? Is it motion sickness? You don't look too good." Kunikida parked the car alone, and before he took two steps, he saw the young man standing not far away, his eyes out of focus, his face pale. They were all pale, as if they had been ravaged/ravaged.

Seeing this picture, it is really easy to misunderstand.

Reminiscent of the fact that he was driving just now... Could it be that his driving skills are really bad?

It shouldn't be.

If it is worse than driving skills, let's look at Dazai.

So it must not be his fault.

I couldn't help but make a noise and wanted to bring back the thinking of my fellow travelers, but found that it failed.No choice but to call again.This time I finally got an answer, but fortunately there is still rescue (?).

Wait, did he already agree in his heart that his driving skills are poor?

Ah this.

"Ah, I'm worrying Kunikida-kun. I'm fine. I just figured out some things just now." Hoshihara Kazuya's clear voice resounded, pulling back the thought of a troubled gentleman who didn't know where he was going.

"I saw that your complexion was very bad, and I thought it was because my driving skills were really bad, which caused you to feel motion sick." Kunikida Doppo heaved a sigh of relief when he heard this explanation.I don't know why it's a bit embarrassing, "It's good to think about things clearly, and it's good to leave the bad things behind. Not everything is memorable."

"Mr. Kunikida is right."

"So why did you add Mr.?"

"Yes, Kunikida-kun is right."

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Osamu Dazai lay on the sofa weakly, his eyes drifted away, his whole body exuded a decadent atmosphere, and he didn't know what happened.

Seeing this look, Edogawa Ranpo, who was sitting beside him eating snacks, hated iron for being weak.Just as he was about to say something, he accidentally glanced at something on the table not far away from the corner of his eye, and wisely chose to shut up, but silently moved to the side, intending to stay away from the source.

"I think everything I make is okay. After all, it's based on recipes. The taste must be fine, but the appearance is a bit ugly." Osamu Dazai sat up straight in an instant, and explained solemnly: "Don't judge a dish by its cover, although It’s ugly on the outside, but it’s definitely not bad on the inside.”

He said while nodding his head.As if what he said was true, that serious expression was a bit convincing.

Edogawa Ranpo didn't like this. When Osamu Dazai entered the kitchen aggressively, he had already expected this scene.

Think about it for a while, what kind of things can a person who has nothing to do every day, who has never been a formal cook, make something.Besides, the chef is still the one whose first goal is to kill, and it’s fine if he doesn’t turn off the fire in the kitchen, so don’t force too much on other things.

"No, I don't think I'm hungry, and snacks are enough. It's better for you to enjoy this bunch of unknown things. I don't have such a blessing." Edogawa Ranpo's eyes were red/naked/ The naked disgust was almost overflowing, there was no thought of covering up, and the expression on his face did not restrain himself at all.

Dazai Osamu exaggeratedly covered his heart, and looked back with an expression of "you will die on the spot if you say another word", without showing any weakness.

"I didn't expect to be so disgusted. It really makes me sad. Dun Jun, do you think so? What do you think of the things I made?"

As soon as the subject changed, the ball was kicked to Atsushi Nakajima who wanted to hide himself.

Atsushi Nakajima, who was called suddenly, felt that he was not well. Why did this question come to him? Obviously, he had carefully reduced his sense of existence.After Mr. Dazai entered the kitchen, his eyelids never stopped, they kept twitching.When the final product came out, this feeling was even stronger.

Although a chef has repeatedly emphasized not to look at the appearance, but to understand the inside.

However, he really can’t do such things as talking nonsense with his eyes closed QAQ

Spare the kid, he's just an innocent man.

"Dun Jun, what are you thinking? Could it be that you already want to eat the things I made? I wanted to wait until Xingyuan came back to talk about it, but since you are already like this, then I will allow you to go Try it!"

Atsushi Nakajima: "...."

It really doesn't have to be this way.

He didn't say a word, and he didn't think about anything just now.So why did Mr. Dazai's mouth turn into a desire to eat.

Good guy, call me an expert.

Atsushi Nakajima felt that this would not work, so he still had to struggle.Is that pile of black things on the table really edible?And it smells, the smell is a bit weird, although I can't tell what kind of smell it is.

"I think......"

"No, as long as I think." Osamu Dazai smiled and interrupted the person who was still struggling.The expression on his face was very bright, the corners of his mouth curled up more and more, his eyes were obviously full of smiles, but he seemed to feel an inexplicable chill.

woo woo woo

Why did things become like this.

Even Nakajima Atsushi didn't think of it.

He looked at death with his chopsticks and found a dish that looked a little fancy among all the dishes, picked up a chopstick, and closed his eyes to send it to his mouth.

All the people present subconsciously held their breath, and their fingers rested on the call button of the mobile phone. As soon as they found something wrong, they immediately pressed it to call an ambulance.

Just when the food was about to enter his mouth, Atsushi Nakajima shook his hands in shock from outside, and the object on the chopsticks fell on the table with a "snap".

Looking at the empty chopsticks for the rest of his life after the catastrophe, a feeling of rejoicing instantly filled his heart.

Hoshihara Kazuya pushed open the door and saw this scene.

A white-haired boy closed his eyes as if he was sending something dark and made of unknown ingredients into his mouth, even he was a little dumbfounded.

Is this... is this really okay?

Is it really okay to eat it?

"It's better not to eat indiscriminately, right? Is it really okay to eat this?" Xing Yuan couldn't help but said.

Osamu Dazai seemed to have timed it well, and as soon as he finished speaking, he answered naturally: "Xiao Xingyuan, what you said hurt my heart very much. How could there be problems with what I made? It's just It's just a little ugly on the outside."

Xing Yuanhe was also a little helpless.He looked at the pile of indescribable things on the table, which were dark and limp, and looked a lot like coal.

"It's really delicious! Don't you believe me, Hoshihara? They don't believe me." Osamu Dazai continued to work hard, trying to sell the dishes he made, and the current appearance is no different from that of a salesman. up.

The person who was called obviously didn't want to answer this question very much. He pursed his lips and tried hard to think about countermeasures.It's impossible to follow along, and you will definitely be climbed on the pole, but if you don't follow it, you may be pushed into an inch by someone, right?

So what to do now?

"That's why Xiao Xingyuan doesn't believe me..." Osamu Dazai didn't bother him any more, after saying this, he nestled himself into the sofa, looking extremely lethargic, with a weary expression and a changed temperament It's getting colder.

Seeing this state, no amount of words can come out.Although I could guess that it was done on purpose, I still couldn't bear to say something harsh.

Taking two steps forward, I reached out to pick up the chopsticks and put a bite into my mouth.

When the tongue touched it, a strange smell instantly filled the mouth, and then salty, sweet, and sour all burst into flames in the mouth. The wonderful taste is not very good anyway.

Resisting not to spit it out, maintaining the last dignity.However, it is to save face for Mr. Dazai.

"Mr. Dazai, don't you know seasoning?" After a long time, Hoshihara Kazuya also choked out such a sentence.It is really that the taste is too wonderful, coupled with the appearance, combined with the mess in the kitchen, there is a high probability that we can guess roughly.

There is basically nothing to recommend about cooking skills, I can only talk about the places that can barely be commented on.

Hearing these words, Osamu Dazai sat up like a cat whose foot had been stepped on sorely.The iris eyes widened slightly, and the accusation inside was obvious.

"No, Hoshihara, how can you say that? Who am I? How could you not be able to tell the seasoning apart? The white thing is either salt or sugar, isn't the black thing just soy sauce? The red thing must be chili powder...you Don’t you see that I can tell the difference clearly? How could I not be able to tell the difference? So Xiao Xingyuan still dislikes my cooking skills? Sure enough, love will disappear, I am so disappointed in you.”

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The author has something to say:

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Dazai made it according to the recipe, and he knew it well, so that no one would be sent to the hospital!

Believe in Dazai!