Dazai is so cute

The recent Port Mafia has been far from peaceful.

Their transaction information was leaked. Although it was not a very important transaction, some of the transaction goods were brought back in the end. Although the goods that were intercepted halfway were not very harmful to the port mafia, the accumulation was small. Cheng Duo, the lost ammunition was a piece of meat from the port mafia.

And how could it not be tricky to do this several times in a row.

But the best intelligence services of the Port Mafia haven't caught even a hair.

Mori Ogai was so anxious that his hairline moved up again. Fortunately, the information leakage lasted for about half a month and then stopped. Otherwise, Mori Ogai would really go to the Armed Detective Agency and ask a certain detective to try it out.

*

After half a month of high-intensity tasks, Zhong Yuanzhong finally got a rest time. You must know that he has been living in the building for most of the month, and he has not been back to his home for a long time.

"I returned…"

Zhong Yuan, who was habitual to speak, looked at the empty living room and swallowed the second half of the sentence.

Yes, the child is gone.

Zhong Yuanzhong also threw his coat aside, but fortunately he had hired a housekeeper to clean up the day before he came back, otherwise he would not be in the mood to tidy up the house.

Zhong Yuan, who was physically and mentally exhausted, also returned to the room, looked at the gift box on the desk, and stuffed the gift box into the bottom of the wardrobe with a blank expression.

Inside is a slate-gray bathrobe, but it's a pity that I can't use it anymore... eh?

At the bottom of the closet, there was a black bag stuffed with a few balls of burgundy wool and two sweater needles.

April 29th was Chuya Nakahara's 20th birthday. He was not in Yokohama that day, and when he returned home in the evening, it was past midnight.

Then the child handed him a wine-red scarf as if holding a baby.

At that time... what did I say?

"It's still summer, why did you give me a scarf?"It will be hot to wear. 』

The light of that kite eye dimmed for a moment, and then said in a cheerful tone: "I know, I just let Chuya take a look first~Hmph~Wearing this in winter will be very warm~"

"It's pretty good, so you should keep it well." 』

"……OK. 』

In this black bag, Zhong Yuan also found a wine red scarf that had been torn apart in half, and a crumpled birthday card that looked like it was handmade.

[To my favorite Chuya:

Happy 20th birthday~ May Zhongye be happy every day~ I like Zhongye the most! 】

There is also a Q-version villain of Shuji Tsushima standing below. He is wearing a cat doll costume and holding a big red heart.

But this red heart has traces of being torn off, and the little figure has become crumpled.

Looking at the red heart that was obviously glued on again, Zhong Yuanzhong also felt a little short of breath.

Why did he tear this heart out?

Zhongyuan Zhong also picked up the greeting card and felt that his fingers felt bumpy. He turned the greeting card over and saw something was written on it with a black signature pen, but it was crossed out again. The only thing that could be vaguely seen was——

【...Never came back...】

【... I also forgot... I clearly agreed...】

【…… I won’t give it to him…】

【I don't want to like Chuya anymore. 】

Only the last sentence, which has not been crossed out.

The handwriting is very heavy, and one can even imagine the strength with which the child wrote this line.

Zhong Yuanzhong also looked at the line, sat back and leaned against the bed.

The young man reached out and grabbed his hair, mocking himself in a low voice.

"what…"

"What the hell is this..."

*

Shuji Tsushima put down his pen. Although he didn't need the light, he still turned on the light habitually.

【Woooooooooooooooooooooooooo...】

Shuji Tsushima heard Sora's sobbing, and asked amusedly, "Why are you crying?"

【Wuuuuuu just, I just feel that the boy is too pitiful...】

Yes, Shuji Tsushima's novels are written from the first perspective, that is, the perspective of "I". Shuji Tsushima didn't name the protagonist because he didn't want someone else with his experience to monopolize his God.

Not even if the person wrote it himself.

Shuji Tsushima spent about half a month writing this novel of about 40 words.

When he is free, he can transfer the outline in his head into a novel, and only needs to polish it in the end.

After all, my dad didn't say that I can't find foreign aid ╮(╯▽╰)╭

Besides, Sora couldn't be more clear about the story between him and Chuya.

"Has the next Holy Grail fragment not been found yet?"

[No, still searching. 】

"Really." Shuji Tsushima got up and went out.

"Oh, Aji, do you still have to go out so late?" Panzhou Tianji, who was holding the milk to Bishuiliu, looked at the well-dressed Shuji Tsushima, and asked in surprise.

"I'm going out to find inspiration." Shuji Tsushima lied without blushing, "Just go to the park for a while, with the Holy Grail, I will be fine."

"Then remember to come back early." Bi Shuiliu said, "Don't stay outside too late."

Shuji Tsushima nodded: "Okay."

*

[master? 】

In the park, Sora watched as Shuji Tsushima took out the fairy wand from the system backpack and lit it.

"The day after tomorrow is my...'Shuji Tsushima's 16th birthday."

Shuji Tsushima smiled.

"Happy birthday to myself."

June NO.19 is the birthday of Shuji Tsushima and also the birthday of Osamu Dazai.

The burning light of the fairy wand was reflected in Shuji Tsushima's dull eyes, the young man exhaled silently, and smiled softly.

【Master, are you happy? 】

"Well, sort of." Shuji Tsushima threw away the wreckage of the fairy wand in his hand, and leaned against the railing, "Empty."

【I am here! 】

"I don't plan to like Chuya anymore." Shuji Tsushima said calmly, "After all, both Chuya and I have gained a new life, so why do we have to hang on a tree?"

Shuji Tsushima found himself in a dead end.

I am still young, and even dissatisfied, why are you so anxious to fall in love?

The past life is always the past life, since you have decided to end everything, you shouldn't stalk her, and... who hasn't been lovelorn?

Besides, the leader Osamu Dazai is dead.

Although... feelings are beyond my control.

The young man stretched, let out a deep breath, patted his cheek, and rubbed the self-pitying self to the back of his mind.

"Go back~"

Shuji Tsushima, who had not turned on [Range Awareness], turned his head and bumped into someone else.

The boy took two steps back after being bumped, and rubbed his shoulders: "Ah...sorry."

The person opposite did not speak, and there was a faint smell of alcohol on him.

Uh... you won't run into a drunkard, will you?

Shuji Tsushima frowned, and took another step back, but tripped over the stone brick.

…Ah, oops.

It's not good to be invisible, and Shuji Tsushima himself doesn't want to rely too much on the skill [Range Perception], what if it won't be used in a dungeon world someday?

"...?"

Shuji Tsushima, who was suddenly grabbed by his arm and controlled his body balance, shook his body and stood still, exhaled softly: "Thank you."

The person who came did not speak, but took Tsushima Shuji's hand and wrote three words in his palm.

"you are welcome."

Tsushima Shuji: …………

Well, a blind man meets a mute.

"...What are you doing?"

"Me? I'm setting off fireworks~" Shuji Tsushima replied with a smile, "The day after tomorrow is my birthday, so celebrate yourself today~"

The person in front of him paused.

"Happy birthday."

Shuji Tsushima burst out laughing, his eyes were crooked, and there was no trace of haze in them.

"Thank you~ unknown kind person~"

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Moe Moe Jae: I grew up another year in the 'game'~