Drowning in a sea of ​​moonlight

The blue sky outside the window spreads to infinity, and a few clouds are sparsely dotted around the edge of the field of vision.

Looking at the forest and fields flying by below, I am in a good and bad mood now.

The wonderful thing is that these people are going to Yokohama originally, so even if I don't have a vacation, I can still be in Yokohama during work hours, which is very good.

Unfortunately, I don't know why Dazai doesn't respond to my text messages.

It stands to reason that if he doesn't have time to look at his phone when dealing with tasks, he will indeed not reply to me for a while.

It's also possible that, like before, I couldn't help but read the message I sent him when I was on a mission, but I didn't have time to reply, but two days is already the limit, so I should send an emoji no matter what.

If he is really in danger and needs me to help him, it won't surprise him so much that he doesn't even have time to provide me with some information.

And if such an accident really happened and all his contact information was cut off, it should also be "unread" instead of "read and cannot be returned"; if those who kidnapped him read the information instead of him, You should reply, whether it is to dispel the doubts of the contact person, or to use him as a bargaining chip to trade with us.

What's more, even if I finally abandoned these rational analysis and went to Powell to help locate the metal buckle on the belt of his trench coat, I could only see him staying in the dormitory (outside? He seemed to be sitting in the hallway ?).

So, the only possibility left is that he read it, but he didn't want to go back.

Why?I don't understand.

Donna came over and patted me on the shoulder: "Hey, are you okay?"

I was downcast, "I'm not good. I'm in a big emotional crisis."

Donna's eyes froze suddenly: "What?"

I almost forgot that she still has doubts about Dazai's intentions for me until now.

I secretly thought something was wrong, and quickly wanted to say something to fool the past——

——I saw the phone screen light up,

[Thank you for your hard work, good night. 】

The momentary relief and joy that flooded my heart made me let out a long breath, almost wanting to laugh out loud.

Although the tone was a bit cold, he wasn't really mad at me - for whatever reason.

...Go back and ask him again.

"...Oh, it's okay now, isn't it. Is this the power of love? It's scary to see you riding a roller coaster."

Carefully observe my expression, Donna said, with reverence and resistance in her tone, only then did I realize that the corners of my mouth were already flying up into the sky.

"Yeah, it's very smart."

I smiled and said, typed a few words, [There are still more than ten hours to go, wait for me to go back and make you a crab feast! 】

——Indeed, just because he didn't reply to the message, he was anxious, and just because of a message from him, he cheered.

It's not like me at all, it's like a ten-year-old elementary school student.

But as long as the emotions he brings to me, no matter how anxious they are, they always seem to be a little sour and sweet, entangled in every second of each other's lives.

I love it.

Donna was still looking at me as if she was studying a new breed of animal. I waved to her amusedly, "Come on, I see that you despise me. I'll go find someone else to play with."

Then he happily walked to the inside of the "Moby Dick", and said loudly to Fitzgerald, who was about to burn money to crush durians with his bare hands: "I wanted to say it before, please don't burn money. That's illegal. , you will go to jail!"

Ever since we settled things with his daughter, Fitzgerald seemed to have a good temper, and no matter how much we pretended to be vicious, we responded very calmly and peacefully.

For example, now, he said with a good temper: "If you don't burn it, you don't burn it. I will cut it with a knife. Mr. Louisa, I am in trouble."

Louisa took out a paper knife from her pocket, wiped it with a handkerchief, and handed it over, whispering: "Master Francis... really want to open this in the confined space of 'Moby Dick'." ...It is said that the smell is not very good fruit."

Fitzgerald waved his hand heroically, "What's the matter, if it smells bad, we'll lock it in the vacant room of Beluga, and clean it after we get to Yokohama. Anyway, it won't be needed in the short term anyway, and you still want to Replace the mechanical part, eh, Hermann."

Herman smiled and said, "Yes, it's time for the old guy to fix it. Thank you for allowing me to demechanize the white whale, chief."

"It's a matter of course. Members are my property, and I have to cherish them." Fitzgerald said, he cut in with a paper knife, and instantly an indescribable smell wafted out, so strong that it was almost unbearable. asphyxia.

Then he excitedly said into the intercom, "Everyone, come and try the new fruit I bought!"

"...It is a wonderful fruit, Lord Francis."

The pastor, who had been quietly reading in the house, calmly expressed his thoughts while pushing his glasses.

"...What kind of taste is this! I don't know how to eat it! Please hurry up if you want to eat it, it's really disgusting!"

Margaret, who came here later, covered her nose with a handkerchief, glanced angrily, then turned her head and went back.

"Oh, the eldest lady has a temper, let me see."

The sniper Mark on one side turned around leisurely with his hands behind his back, took a sip... showing an extremely weird expression, and covered his mouth.

"It stinks...but it's sweet...so wonderful...!"

"Is it really hard to accept? It's so delicious, what a pity."

Ernest, who was in charge of buying back the durian, ate a piece with relish, and even fed it to the little raccoon beside him. Under the horrified gaze of the owner, Poe, he spat it out with disgust.

"Are noble fruits so curious...you don't like the smell...?"

John on the side showed a surprised expression and moved away. Lovecraft was chewing the durian in a daze, without any expression, just muttering: "It stinks."

"Well, it's true that although the smell is strange, it tastes good."

Fitzgerald swallowed a piece of fruit, and Ernest patted his shoulder vigorously when he made such an evaluation, "That's right, heroes see the same thing!"

I stood to the side, and Adam stared in shock.

"When Breath Becomes Air" and "Cloud Atlas" Private Chat

When breath turns into air: ... there is actually a second person who likes durian.Shall we call it "Friends of Durian"? ?

Yuntu: ...Very well, I will leave these durians to the two of them.

...Speaking of which, Fitzgerald and Ernest seem to have a common language, and they have similar tastes in various things, and fruit is no exception.

Our role setting is to save Ernest's partner (who did not exist) who died many years ago, so as to use the "book" to change the history of the organization. Although there are few members, they all have a certain degree of spiritual distortion. There are many people who have taken a fancy to the combination, and we want to coerce them to find "books" with us.

The external claim is that although we initiated a provocation, we were subdued and joined the group in order to confuse their intelligence provider, the rat of the dead house, and make them think that everything is as usual.

In order to prevent them from feeling resentful and turning against us, necessary conversations must still be carried out.

You can even establish a little relationship with them, and have a certain mutual affection for each other, which will also facilitate future cooperation.

We only need to show a little bit of madness from time to time, continue to maintain the previous villain setting, let them know that we look easy to get along with, but we are actually a bunch of lunatics, so we don’t have to worry about them coveting the strongest backhand of our organization (that is, Suzue's ability).

The only troublesome operation is that if I want to meet Dazai, I need to use a double identity when I arrive in Yokohama, and only he can know the connection between the double identities.

But anyway, even if I have no skills, there are other members of the action team who can help me, and for him, this small matter is not a big deal.

I looked at the scenery outside the window of the white whale, held my chin, and started counting down the time of arrival again.

After arriving in Yokohama, the members of the group first settled down in the manor that Fitzgerald had bought early, and after preparations, they went to visit the detective agency according to the original plan, that is, the plan they would carry out if we did not show up.

Thanks to Louisa, their staff officer, who had prepared a detailed plan as far as a year ago, now they only need to act according to the plan at that time.

At the same time, the fourth and fifth teams have set off to Europe to investigate the dead house rat.

I dropped my disguise in a safe house and returned to the detective agency with bags of American specialties (Adam: "You're really looking like a fool who would have emptied his parents' house to please his in-laws." ), but the result is that Dazai skipped work early today and didn't know what to do.

"Well, but you should be doing something right."

Luanbu bit the lollipop and said vaguely.

"...That's really reassuring, Ranpo-san."

Kunikida pushed his glasses and said, but broke out again in the next second, "But this guy didn't know where he went for two days! Although it is to obtain information, he has accumulated too much work, I don't believe this Lazy people can finish writing within the specified time!"

"...Mr. Kunikida, calm down, we have to trust Mr. Dazai."

On the side, Nakajima, who seemed much more confident than the last time we met, said so calmly, and a girl in kimono whom he had never seen before was beside him, nodding expressionlessly.

Her kimono is red, and although she is petite, like a molan flower that has just drawn an arrow, it can be seen from the knife callus on her hand that she is by no means as harmless as she looks.

...For some reason, on her body, I vaguely saw another ancient and lonely figure in kimono.

Suppressing my thoughts, I took out a box of tofu in my bag and introduced myself to her, "Hello, Miss Izumi. I am Ludwig, a family member of Shuji-kun—that is, Dazai-kun. Before I didn’t know you joined, and I didn’t have time to prepare a lot. I bought it after I heard Kunikida-kun said that you like tofu.

"...Thank you. Just call me Kyoka. I like it very much."

The girl took the soup tofu with agility and abnormal movements, said in a low voice, and opened the lid. The eyes on the still expressionless face shone slightly, and the eyes were filled with four large characters, "You are a good person".

"...Xiao Jinghua really likes to eat this." Nakajima beside him wiped his sweat slightly and said, looking at Jinghua who had begun to eat very happily, his eyes were soft.

I always feel that they who also love traditional Japanese food should have a common language.

I thought about it with some relief, and said goodbye to them on the grounds that I promised Dazai to come back to eat crab meat hot pot at night, and set off to prepare the ingredients for dinner.

"Mr. Ludwig... are you sure Mr. Dazai will definitely come back tonight?"

Nakajima said, but the next second he sighed and showed a shallow smile.

"...That's right, I know you're coming back, I'm sure you will."

"Yes! I believe him."

I smiled and said, pushing open the door, "See you tomorrow."

Coincidentally, I was walking back with my shopping bag, and when I passed an alley, I heard the soft and sweet voice that I was all too familiar with.

His voice brushed against my cheeks and struck my heart, painting my world with more vivid colors than usual.

"It was a pleasure chatting with you today, miss."

......Um?

With a little curiosity, I walked lightly to the blind corner of their line of sight and looked over there.

I only saw him standing there with a gentle and polite smile, and a black-haired woman next to her covered her lips with a little shy smile, her laughter was like a silver bell, and her tone was full of admiration, "Really, then I I'm so happy, because I really hope to continue talking with you like this. Please forgive me, but I really want to know...Excuse me, do you have a...girlfriend? ?

--Ugh.

Although it was very unkind, I still let out a sigh of gloating in my heart.

If you don't feel that way about him, you can talk to him a little longer.Have a friendly lunch, or something.

But now, it is impossible for him not to reject you.

He is mine, you have no chance.

According to my usual thinking, I would very much like to go to him now, to sort things out quickly, so that we can go home happily together.

But appearing at this juncture, it always feels like a rape, as if she really has the possibility of success.

I don't want to create such an atmosphere at all.Also, I'm a little curious as to how he'll handle it.

So I stood in the shadows around the corner, opening a can of beer as quietly as I could and warming it with air, without making a sound, waiting for Dazai's response.

"Well, no."

Dazai said with a smile.

——Oh, that's right, she asked "girlfriend".

So first say "no" and then "but I have a boyfriend", first give her a little hope, and then smash this hope, the contrast will be even stronger.hey-hey.

I almost wanted to laugh out loud, thinking his little bit of mischief was so cute—

——But he didn't speak again, and the woman asked in surprise: "Isn't there? A man as talented and beautiful as Mr. Dazai, there must be many women admiring you. I thought there must be no chance! Then , in that case... I don't know if you would honor me and have lunch with me?"

Dazai looked at her quietly for a second, and then showed his face, showing a smile that made people feel like a spring breeze, with a little bit of sunlight reflected in his kite-colored pupils, which was so gentle and touching.

"My pleasure."

I watched the two of them walking away side by side, talking and laughing, holding a can of cold beer in their hands.

I lowered my head, put it on the side of the street with the shopping bag in the other hand, turned around, put my hands in my pockets, and left along the way I came.

The author has something to say:

Starting from this chapter, everyone who has lost their ambitions in the combination will take on a layer of sand sculpture atmosphere.

I really like to write about everyone's daily sand sculptures, there is always a kind of beauty that makes people yearn for, and at the same time, it is to balance the many clouds of emotional drama here (actually there is no).

In fact, I really like eating durian. I don't even think the taste is smelly at all, it is very fragrant.

But considering the possibility that these characters also feel the same way, I tried to write it from the perspective of people who don't like durian.

One thing I wanted to complain about a long time ago was burning money.Please be aware that paper money cannot be destroyed. Only the country or the central bank has the right to control money reserves. It is really a crime for ordinary people to do so.

Another point is that Herman's determination to sacrifice in this article is very touching.Thinking of his feeling that the non-mechanical appearance of the white whale is beautiful, so here I let the salted fish Fei who has lost his dream agree to de-mechanize.

Before comparing the eldest sister to Chunlan, here the little mirror flower is Molan.Molan is shade-tolerant, corresponding to "flowers in the dark".

His intuition is very accurate now, even if he doesn't know that Jinghua is from the Dunyin Agency, he still has a vague feeling that they will have a good relationship.

After that, he didn't want to go out to stop it because of a very subtle psychology. He felt that if he appeared, it would be like the main palace who felt a crisis and came to stop him.

But this is very uncomfortable, because there is no crisis at all, and he believes that Dazai can handle it well, so he stands still.

Even when he heard the answer of "no", his first reaction was that he was joking with her.Just trust him that much.

However......

Another abuser: I just finished saying "I believe him" with Dun today, so firmly.As a result, you will see...

And Dazai's eyes, the gentler in Jin Jin's eyes at this moment, the more...

Here, when he left today, what was he thinking? (Is he angry? (dog head))

From the perspective of slaughter in the next chapter, we will see a shocking brewing.

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!