The crossing point is the bedding of 5T5

When Dazai Osamu met Lin Tao for the first time, it was an extremely ordinary night.

The lighting of Lupin Bar always has a sense of old-fashioned nostalgia. In the soft and melodious music, the girls in uniforms smile brightly, which makes people's eyes shine.

"Good evening, Dazai."

In front of the bar, Oda Sakunosuke turned around and greeted him: "Is work going well?"

"Good evening, Odasaku."

Osamu Dazai took off the blood-stained coat, threw it aside, sat on the chair and stretched his waist: "Ah~ I was sent to deal with a super annoying thing today, I really don't understand it, it's just a trivial matter , Is it necessary for me, a cadre, to do it myself?"

"Since the leader thinks it is necessary, it should be really necessary."

Oda Sakunosuke saw his eyes cast on the girl in front of the bar, and said, "This is the new waiter, Miss Lin."

"Hello, what do you need?"

The girl bowed slightly to Osamu Dazai in response, her bent eyes were clear against the light, showing a kind of gentle beauty with a bit of stubbornness.

A man who does not belong to the dark world.

Out of place.

Osamu Dazai looked at her, and a piece of news he heard recently flashed through his mind. The owner of the Lupin Bar is suspected of betraying the organization. After finding out the relationship network behind him, he will be cleaned up and replaced with a more reliable old man.

This place will soon become a battlefield.

However, what does this have to do with him?He was just looking for a place to have a drink.

Thinking of this, Osamu Dazai rested his chin on one hand, and said lazily, "A glass of Manhattan with ice."

The above is the first meeting between Osamu Dazai and Lin Tao.

When he saw the girl again, he was told by chance to stop by to finish the fight at Lupin's Bar.

A strong smell came from the bottom of the stairs. The dark red blood soaked the dark wooden planks. The girl's throat was cut by a sharp blade, and she fell on her back in a pool of blood. There was still vigilance and suspicion in her wide-open eyes. .

[Suspected stole. Ferryman, who helped the bar owner deliver news a few days ago, was killed because of betrayal, it was the enemy's civil disturbance...]

Amid the respectful report of the squad leader in charge of this operation, Osamu Dazai looked away noncommittally.

——It would be ridiculous if the traitor's subordinates looked like this.

Well, to die is to die. In these years, countless people have died in various wars, and there will always be a few unlucky ones who were wronged. It's normal, isn't it?

On the stairs, Dazai was about to look away from the fallen girl, but he saw with his own eyes that the girl turned into countless small light spots in the blink of an eye and disappeared in place.

"Hey, did you see the girl lying there just now?"

Osamu Dazai was slightly taken aback, grabbed someone casually, and asked him.

"Mr. Dazai, I haven't seen any women tonight!"

The subordinate looked like Monk Zhang Er was puzzled.

"Well, is that so?"

After sweeping his gaze across the audience, Osamu Dazai looked at the now empty place, raised his eyebrows for a long while, and raised his eyebrows inexplicably.

It’s like somewhere in the dark, an eraser erased the memory of everyone except Osamu Dazai in an instant. The girl not only disappeared, but even her traces in the world were completely wiped out, as if this person never existed Same thing.

It's interesting, so she actually appeared so suddenly at the beginning, I just don't know, will she come back to life again?

At this time, Dazai Osamu did not expect that two years later, he really saw that girl again.

It was the second year that Osamu Dazai had defected to the Port Mafia.He took off the bandages on his eyes, and tried to do the side called "justice" under the persuasion of his deceased friend.

Learn to laugh gently, learn to hide the thorns and indifference on the body, all the bloody past is covered up by the operation of power, and in the end only some insignificant things will be left, and according to the agreement, he will be under all conditions After you have it, join the Armed Detective Agency that manages Twilight.

The girl appeared in the second year of his secret cleansing.

This time, she lost her past memory and became his neighbor.

"Hello, I'm a new tenant next door. My name is Lin Tao. What's my name, sir?"

Exactly as in the memory, the girl's smile was full of vitality, and she bowed slightly to Osamu Dazai.

And Osamu Dazai looked at her, and returned a gentle and polite smile: "I am Osamu Dazai, please take care of me in the future, Miss Lin."

Facing his smiling face, the girl was obviously stunned for a moment, and after two or three seconds, she hurriedly looked away a little shyly.

—Oh, she likes the way I smile.

Osamu Dazai thought to himself.

——So, is my disguise a success?

Later facts proved that Osamu Dazai's disguise was very successful.

Because shortly after meeting, he began to receive advances from girls.

Small biscuits baked by hand, double-skin milk, freshly squeezed watermelon juice... The girl's advances are very restrained, with pure appreciation for the opposite sex, just expressing, not asking for answers.As for all the small gifts, Osamu Dazai accepted them as they were ordered. He only needed to touch his lips, say a polite word, and give him a polite and beautiful smile, and the other party would leave happily.

It's really simple to approach, but it's really clueless to investigate.

And what's even more surprising is that one day, he found that people around him kept forgetting her.

The girl soon discovered her true situation.That evening, on the balcony next door, there was a small figure crying silently. She hugged her knees and sat for a long time. Finally, like many nights in the past, she got up, lit up the desk lamp, set up the drawing board, took out the brush and pigment.

"You have to finish the painting well, and you can't give up halfway."

His excellent hearing allowed him to catch the words from the wind.

She works in a gallery and is learning painting from the owner of the gallery. Osamu Dazai has always known this, but he doesn't care what she is painting.They are people from two worlds, passers-by who met for a short time, and it's just that he is more interested in "things* about her that may exceed his expectations" at the moment.

With the above thoughts in mind, Osamu Dazai calmly watched the girl make all kinds of futile efforts to let others remember her.

The gallery owner hired new people because they forgot about her, so she went to the playground to put on a doll costume and blow out balloons. After get off work at night, she would go to several places she frequented, and take the trouble to reacquaint and say goodbye to those who had forgotten her.

And every morning and night, she knocked on Osamu Dazai's door, chatted with him with cautious eyes, gave him snacks, and after confirming that he hadn't forgotten her, she left happily, and then went back depressed because of the setbacks outside. to home.

One day, two days... ten days, half a month...

Later, Osamu Dazai even began to wonder how long she could last.

Until one morning a month later, a girl with a backpack knocked on his door and handed him a painting.

"I'm leaving, Dazai-san, the rent is due."

Looking from top to bottom, the girl's slender eyelashes are reminiscent of a butterfly with fluttering wings. She took a deep breath, raised her head, looked at him intently, and said seriously: "I plan to visit Huaguo, and it may be very soon in the future." It’s hard to meet again... I always feel that I will regret it if I don’t speak out, so, Mr. Dazai, I admire you very much and hope that you will be healthy, safe and happy in the future.”

In the girl's clear and sweet voice, Osamu Dazai fell silent while facing the painting in his hand.

The rent is not due at all, it's just that the landlord has finally forgotten the contract and the rent received.

And, it turns out that the painting she redraws countless times every night is about him.

In the painting, a young man is adjusting his wrist bandage, standing sideways on the street, bathed in the afterglow of the setting sun, the harmony of light and dark makes him look extraordinarily lonely, but because of the use of color, it is very warm.

This is a painting full of emotions. Although it is not very sophisticated, even people without artistic cells can easily appreciate its beauty.

Osamu Dazai didn't speak, but slowly fixed his gaze on the lower right corner of the painting - there was a small pool of tears there, which could easily be overlooked if one didn't look carefully.

"This is the water I accidentally spilled, hehe, because the time is really urgent, I can't draw a new one."

The girl scratched her head in embarrassment, and there was no haze in her smile: "Mr. Dazai will smile more in the future, even if you don't feel very happy, but if you smile a lot, you will feel better!"

"Actually, I've seen it all."

At this moment, Dazai suddenly didn't want to whitewash the peace with her, and asked, "Is it because of difficulties recently that you thought of leaving? Maybe I can help."

"No, I'm going to look for the answer in another place first, and if it doesn't work, I'll ask Mr. Dazai for help."

A trace of sadness flashed in the girl's eyes, and she said in a low voice.

"...Did Mr. Lin have breakfast?"

Osamu Dazai looked at her, changed the subject for a moment.

"not yet."

The girl shook her head.

"As a thank you for this painting, let me treat you to breakfast."

At that time, Osamu Dazai was not anxious, because he knew very well that she would come back, and only he could help her.

The fact is indeed as he expected.

We met again three months later, on a rainy night, Osamu Dazai opened the door, and the drenched girl stood at the door with suppressed despair in her eyes.

"Ah, it's Mr. Lin, how's your trip to a foreign country going?"

He greeted her as if he didn't see her distress.

And she didn't say a word, but suddenly rushed over and hugged him...

From that day on, Osamu Dazai took in the homeless girl.

She still leaves early and returns late every day, working hard, but she no longer tries to make others remember her.

On the contrary, she became very clingy to Osamu Dazai, often waking up at night and knocking on his door with a pillow in her arms. Later, there was an extra set of bedding on the floor of his room.

One weekend, the girl invited him to watch a movie, and while watching the movie, she held his hand carefully through the darkness.

In the dimly lit movie theater, the hero and heroine on the screen are inseparably in love, and the couple in the front row are also inseparably affectionate.

Her palms were sweaty, and she asked him in a low voice if he wanted to change seats.

Osamu Dazai agreed, and the moment they stood up, he grabbed her hand and pulled it back, lowered his head, and kissed her face.

Good night vision allowed him to clearly see the girl's flushed face, her eyes were so bright, like stars filled the sky, and asked him: "Mr. Dazai, can you promise me that you will never forget me?" ?"

"How could I forget Momoko," Dazai Osamu replied, "After all, Momoko is so cute."

His answer was actually somewhat casual, but the girl listened very seriously.She cautiously reached out her hand, wrapped his arms around his neck, half-closed Lingdong's eyes, and tentatively kissed his lips.

Osamu Dazai did not refuse.

This kind of feeling is probably like liking.

Time flies, day by day, the girl accompanied Dazai-kun through the last half year of his cleansing, and accompanied him to join the Armed Detective Agency.

There is a lot of fog, and he wants to find the [book] to solve various problems in her body, such as the opportunity and reason for her disappearance and appearance, such as why she is always forgotten... Unfortunately, she is always so close to success.

But he himself, in the process of getting along, exposed more and more willful and unpleasant things in front of her.

And she will clean up all kinds of messes for him with a good temper, will pick him up after he committed suicide by jumping into the river, and will tell him to remember to take a piece of dry clothes before setting off next time, and be careful of catching a cold.

When Dazai thinks about it sometimes, he will be surprised that he has been with her for so many years.Especially after Atsushi Nakajima appeared and remembered her, more and more people remembered her, her sense of existence became more and more obvious, and the situation improved.

Although it can't dissipate * beautifully like fireworks, it seems to be not bad as it is now.

One day, Osamu Dazai was eating a heart-warming breakfast made by his girlfriend, and the above thought suddenly popped up in his mind.

“Peach sauce~ I want to eat crab meat sushi tonight~”

He draws out his voice, fighting for daily benefits for himself.

"Okay, okay, I'll make it for you," the slim woman bent down and exchanged a soft kiss with him, "Then I'll go back from get off work at night to buy fresh crabs, don't be too slow."

"Okay!"

Osamu Dazai nodded his head, just like a "big old baby" that Kunikidaguchi despises.

Before the accident comes, there is often no warning.Just like when Osamu Dazai received a call from Lin Tao, she said that the good quality crabs were sold out today, so he bought him crab meat sushi made by a well-established brand, and he was about to elongate his voice to express his lack of love When the bento was lost, a huge bang was suddenly heard.

A car accident happened just two streets away from the Armed Detective Agency.

When Osamu Dazai arrived, he saw that she had turned into countless light spots and disappeared in place like in a long distant memory, leaving only a box of steaming crabmeat sushi lying alone in place.

He looked for her for a long time, but she never appeared again.

Until he finally got the thing called [Book], and the moment he opened it, he saw a certain memory of himself among thousands of fragments.

In a remote alley, a familiar girl took a big white-haired boy by the hand, passed by him, and looked curiously at 15-year-old Osamu Dazai.

This is where I found you.