Yokohama Script Team

After a game of chess, it was seven o'clock.

While looking at the clock on the wall, Osamu Dazai calculated the time it would take for Makino to arrive here from their temporary residence, well, he definitely wouldn't come here immediately, one hour is the limit for Makino to wait for him.Thinking of Makino's expression at this time, Osamu Dazai put his hands on his chin and felt a little guilty... No, no, no, I don't blame him, he doesn't believe that Makino will loosen his control over his whereabouts. Doesn't it mean letting go if he didn't stop him?

... yes?

Osamu Dazai tilted his head: ... Well, I wouldn't want to put an end to the mess.

Sure enough, Ranbu had done too many things!

Osamu Dazai, who once heard Mr. Rantang talk about "random cats and cats driving the guardian one, two, three," thought reproachfully.

Fyodor's calm gaze was full of searching.

He observed Osamu Dazai with an unabashed stare for people like them.

At first glance, he thought Osamu Dazai was the same person as him.

At the second glance, the feeling of happiness wrapped in strong love made Fyodor realize that Osamu Dazai was different from him, as he was countless times smarter than ordinary people so that he could not find the same kind in the crowd. Osamu Dazai obviously Well taken care of and the occasional black mud thought doesn't hurt.reason?The person who raised him?Someone who grew up with?

"It's all there." Osamu Dazai said suddenly.

"What are you talking about?" Fyodor tilted his head, and the 11-year-old boy showed genuine doubts, tactfully expressing his disinterest in it.

"Of course I'm talking about my little friends!" Dazai said excitedly, not looking at Fyodor's refusal eyes at all, seeing the truth through phenomena, Dazai who lived "hundreds of years" longer than Fyodor Zhi followed his inner intuition and spoke sincerely and sympathetically:

"You can tell at a glance that you must have no friends, right?"

"..."

The priest turned his head silently, from staring at the two people to staring at the door, and said slowly: "Someone is coming."

In response to the priest's words, although Osamu Dazai and Fyodor didn't hear the movement, they all calmed down and looked at the door... No, Osamu Dazai found a question mark, after all, this person suddenly sat up straight before the priest spoke. It's hard to guarantee that he didn't find out that the guardian was coming, so he acted like a good boy.

The priest's "sight" penetrates the thick door.

The unique power of the body allows the priest to still see the visiting girl clearly in the dark background.

Yes, he used "visiting" to describe uninvited teenage girls.

Not to mention the calm look on her face, the girl seemed to be an invited guest wearing clothes that were incompatible with this village. Look for this place and come here, instead of being aimless like a headless chicken.

The only sign of hostility is not knocking like a real guest.

The girl put her hand directly on the handle and twisted it.

and……

The priest glanced at Osamu Dazai.

He thought calmly: Like this Dazai.

The next second, the door opened, and the figure of the girl in white appeared in the real retina.

Fyodor covered his lips and coughed twice.

With a weak face visible to the naked eye, he raised his head and said, "Welcome, uninvited guest."

Osamu Dazai curled his lips.

Stepping on the soft sofa, he hopped onto the armrest and stretched out his hands. The three-year-old boy's gesture of wanting to hug him just blocked Chihime Makino's way of looking at Fyodor.

"Sister came so slowly." He said more coquettishly than complaining.

"Are you scared?" Makino Qianji came over and bent down to hug him.

Fyodor looked at them as if there was no one there, and interjected nonchalantly: "You misunderstood, we didn't scare Dazai-kun."

The sickly boy smiled weakly and harmlessly, and said, "After all, I am Dazai-kun's 'little partner'."

Dazai turned to glance at him.

Hey, he made friends carelessly^

This little mouse is so good at climbing up the pole, it is indeed a mouse~

Chihime Makino checked that Osamu Dazai was still intact, and she was half relieved, and was in the mood to talk to the little Siberian boy who was full of secrets.

"Then you said something wrong."

"Please advise."

Makino Qianji said calmly, "I never come uninvited."

Osamu Dazai: Hey--

He buried his head in Makino Qianji's arms and laughed, no one could see his distorted expression.

At this moment, Osamu Dazai thought of GSS, which was incorporated for similar reasons.

It's not because I can't think about it.

Do you want to kidnap Makino?

The result is quite ironic in the eyes of their insiders.

After more than a year, there were only two of the top three underground organizations in Yokohama. The original GSS has also transformed from a vicious extreme member to a kind person who can help the old woman cross the road. The game "Seven Continents" developed has attracted many The scolding of krypton gold players-because the game does not provide them with krypton gold upgrade channels-has also broadened the demolition and house building business, and its leader has changed from a middle-aged uncle with thick hair to closer to the Mediterranean.

Osamu Dazai felt sorry for himself.

He sighed and thought melancholy: So Dazai became the leader because he couldn't think about it.

He doesn't want to understand.

Osamu Dazai is never bald! !

The new siblings lived in the priest's house.

The villagers guessed so.

These disturbances do not interfere with the people in this hut.

In the same small living room, one of the three sofas was empty, and the priest went out to worship, leaving only Chihime Makino, Osamu Dazai, and Fyodor D in the room.

Osamu Dazai poked his head out, his small body was wrapped in the gap between Chihime Makino's body and the sofa, half of his body stretched out from Chihime Makino's back, and he took the crane cloak worn by Chihime Makino with his small hand and draped it over his body. He hid inside to keep warm, not used to the temperature here.

He stretched his head to see what the two chess players were doing.

"Eh~"

He stretched out his hand eagerly.

Picking up a white piece with the thumb and index finger, changing the middle finger and index finger to hold the piece in the middle, the chess posture was corrected to a standard, and she went down to the position she expected super quickly, and Chihime Makino, who was about to take the piece, retracted her hand.

Makino Chihime lowered her head, and patted the limp hair of the boy who emerged from the side.

The feeling of being wrapped in a crane cloak is very reassuring.

Osamu Dazai narrowed his eyes and smiled cheerfully.

"..." Fyodor looked at the chess game where the defeat had already been revealed.

Being ruled by the Dazai, he would occasionally come up with a trick, and even he couldn't help but sigh and say, "Mr. Dazai, is it unfair for me to be two against one?"

Osamu Dazai waved the other gloved paw like a beckoning cat, and said with a smile, "Meow?"

"He helped you in the last game."

Chihime Makino said in a tone of reading, acting as a translator for Mo De's feelings.

Although those present do not need an interpreter.

It's ok.

Makino Chihime was just sad about her little black cat with her elbows turned outward, and let it vent casually.

...But he helped me in the last game, and we still lost.

Fyodor retorted inwardly.

In the previous game, Osamu Dazai helped both sides, and neither side helped. To be precise, both sides made trouble and both sides fought, acting as a mudslide on the chessboard. Remarks: Uncontrollable.

Fyodor clicked his tongue: "It's an honor... Dazai-kun's 'help'."