Drowning in a sea of ​​moonlight

"Mr. Dazai's taste is really good. I declare this restaurant as my favorite! Thank you so much, I will come here every time I come to Yokohama~"

A member of the "Clock Tower Attendants", "Storm" Emily Bronte put her chin on one hand and looked over with a smile.

"Yes, I am honored."

Dazai also smiled.

"Okay, stop pretending—I know you can see who I am, and your name is still very loud."

Emily poked the dessert in front of her with a fork indifferently, "Just now when you promised me to have lunch together, you already showed your secrets. Otherwise, I thought it was because of my charm that you agreed to my invitation. I'm so disappointed, take care of me Is my self-esteem bad~"

Dazai suddenly remembered the time when he said the four words "my honor" at the entrance of that alley.

At that moment, it seemed that the sun had lost its temperature, and there was a vague pain in his heart, as if another thing connected to his heart had been hit hard, and he was overwhelmed.

A faint sense of weightlessness came over him. Standing in the warm spring breeze, he actually felt chills in his heart.

...I think there was something wrong with his expression at that time, and she noticed it.

Moreover, after that, the faint sense of uneasiness never dissipated.

Dazai touched the bow tie subconsciously, but the coldness of the tentacles no longer felt reassuring, and only aggravated his anxiety.

"...I'm really sorry for causing you such a misunderstanding. I lost my mind for a moment because Miss Emily is so radiant, I don't know how lucky I am to have lunch with you, so I can't believe it. So please don't lose confidence in your own charm."

"Although it sounds very useful to me, if you don't tell me anyway, I won't lose confidence in my charm, so don't say such polite words."

Emily blinked, raised her white elbow-gloved hand, and waved a finger.

"Don't worry, I'm from the Lord's peace faction. I'm here this time, and I just want to propose the possibility of cooperation on behalf of the attendants of the clock tower. By the way, I'll take a look at the scenery here. It's okay to not be vigilant."

Dazai also raised his elbows, put his hands on his chin, and smiled, "Then respect is worse than obedience. Originally, these cooperations can be directly discussed with the president, but now I want to start with me because I want to get more information about our members. ?

Coincidentally, I also have this intention, let us exchange information.Once we are familiar with each other, cooperation can be achieved more smoothly, isn't it? "

Emily smiled brightly, "It's really a hero who sees the same thing. But there is another reason, that is, you are good-looking and pleasing to the eye~"

Dazai walked back with his hands in his pockets, and casually opened his phone to check for new messages.

...how does someone not ask where he is.He should have known from the detective agency that he skipped work. It has been five hours now, why didn't he even send a text message?

Come and find me.

...Take me home quickly, really. .....

He put his hands behind his head in boredom, looked at the orange sky in the distance, and walked with a kick.

...He stood where he was, looking at the shopping bag on the side of the road.

Dazai walked over slowly, staring at the crab exposed in the bag, blinking his eyes.

Then he squatted down, gently opened the bag, and saw the vegetables, salt, shower gel, and...

...bandages and beer.

A small receipt fell lightly on the ground. He glanced at the name of the payment office, and then his eyes fell on the beer can beside the shopping bag. The lid had been opened and it was still full.

This is the intersection where he agreed to the invitation.

His heart ached in an instant. He picked up the shopping bag, hugged it in his arms, held the can of cold beer in his hand, and stood there in a daze.

He can almost think of the thoughts of the present and the present.

Throwing it into the trash can is too wasteful, so let's put it here and wait for those who need it to pick it up, such an idea.

I don't want these things anymore.

... such thoughts.

Dazai held the bag in his hand tightly, stood where he was, and called Jinji.

He didn't pick up.

The location of the shopping bag is carefully selected by me, and he can see it at a glance on the way back.

Then go find me.But I shouldn't have thought that I would be in his dormitory. After all, I threw away everything. Normally speaking, I wouldn't want to go back to see him.

There are several reasons for not confronting them directly.

One is that I know that with his ability, since he has accepted the invitation, nothing will happen to him.

If it was "Jane Eyre" who came, it might be difficult to deal with, but "Wuthering Heights" won't do anything to him if it doesn't cause too much noise;

What's more, the "sky eye" I asked Powell to put on him before is still there.

The second is...some things that must be settled with him, and this way of dealing with them will impress him the most.

I also know that what he did was just to confirm my desire to possess him.

I don't plan to pursue the matter with Higuchi and other women I have messed with before, because I believe he will not cross the line, and I don't want to impose any restrictions on him.

However, such an approach probably made him feel uneasy instead.

It seems that there is such a thing that I have to let him remember in the deepest way.

If he caused trouble to others, although the people in the detective agency might complain, they would be willing to tolerate him, so that's fine.

but.

- with other people this kind of thing,

Don't even think about it.

It was already dark, and the spring was chilly. The wind blew through his clothes, and the chill penetrated into his spine, making him shiver a little.

He went to all the places he might go today, including the back mountain where he watched the sunset together, Yokohama Park, and the amusement park, no, no, no.

He didn't dare to call Jinji anymore, he didn't want to hear the busy signal again, that feeling was really too cold.

At that time, if she mentioned any words related to "dating", even if the initial motive for approaching her was just to obtain information, he would not agree.

Although the essence is to make Jinji jealous.However, he will never do anything that is truly sorry for him.

...But I heard it now, exactly at that time, exactly when she asked "girlfriend", the conversation before and after contacting them, the extended meaning...

He didn't expect to go so far in the first trial......

I regret.

Even if your love isn't real love...even if I'm not indispensable to you. .....I don't want to lose you again, the price is too serious.

Will freeze to death, really will freeze to death. ...by the "you're not with me" fact.

So you don't go.

You can't leave me alone...

Just when he was desperate and wanted to go to a bar near Hong Kong to find someone, a text message came in.

[I'm in your dormitory. 】

(new)

Dazai almost started to run, stumbling towards the familiar direction.

He didn't dare to think about why he didn't say "I'm at home" but "I'm in your dormitory" now, why he called the place he always called home "your dormitory", and why his tone was so cold.

He just ran towards that person vigorously, crossing the silent streets of Yokohama, crossing the icy cold evening wind, he couldn't care about anything, just prayed to the god with all his strength, no matter whether it exists or not, no matter who it is all good,--

"do not go."

"do not leave Me."

After an unknown amount of time, he finally stood in front of that door, fumbling for the key with his hands, so violent that he almost threw it to the ground.

The door opened, and there was a room full of moonlight, and a person sat quietly by the window, pouring wine for himself.

The moment he smelled the smell of alcohol in the air, Dazai's heart throbbed again——

He only drank this kind of liquor when he was in the worst mood-he wanted to walk over quickly.

At this moment, the man turned his head, turned his back to the lights outside the window, and raised his wine glass to him in such a calm manner.

"Good evening, Dazai-kun."

The author has something to say:

The original "One Hundred Questions about Compatibility" has been replaced with the main text, and the extra episode will be released after the main text is finished.

The names have changed.

Dangerous, Dazai, critically endangered.

(Really?)

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