I became a super detective after commenting on spoilers

Sensing a trace of undetectable depression from Tsukishiro Reiji, Osamu Dazai glanced at the ward separated by a door from the corner of his eye.

Osamu Dazai didn't want to pretend to be considerate and asked about Matsuda Jinpei's situation, it was boring, and he didn't even bother to pretend.

"Are you going to continue your studies?" Osamu Dazai asked about Tsukishiro Reiji's future plans.

Dazai's clear voice brought Reiji Tsukishiro's thoughts back, and after a moment's pause, he nodded: "Yes, I discussed with Professor Xiaoharu before whether to do a master's degree or a direct doctorate degree."

"If there are no accidents, work hard toward the direction of studying for a Ph. D. and staying in school." Except for the comments and accidents at the winery, Reiji Tsukishiro has always been very clear about his life plan.

"It fits Reiji's character very well." Step by step, firm and clear.

If Reiji Tsukishiro settles in Mihua Town in the future and teaches at Keio University—an idea suddenly popped up in Osamu Dazai's mind, should he also study for a doctorate in literature or something as a lecturer?

"Are the Faculty of Letters and the Department of Psychology on the same campus?" Osamu Dazai asked.

"Hey, yes." Tsukishiro Reiji didn't know Dazai Osamu's nine twists and eighteen turns in his thinking circuit for a while, but he replied in time.

"Professor Shuang's cp looks pretty good." Osamu Dazai was eager to try it, then thought about the situation in class, and immediately froze, "I don't want to teach idiots—"

Reiji Tsukishiro understood his rambling and free-spirited topic, and couldn't help laughing: "It's still a matter of disappearing...... Didn't Dazai join the detective agency? The detective agency also has jobs."

In fact, he wanted to say that President Fukuzawa could tolerate Osamu Dazai's constant fishing and occasional work.

It's not easy.

"You want to drive me to work just after dating!" Osamu Dazai climbed up the vine, complaining stickyly, genuinely and falsely.

Ah, spoiled.

The signal released by Dazai is obvious. Tsukishiro Reiji feels another meaning of intimacy—he is being watched and relied on.

This strange feeling made him... addicted.Tsukishiro Reiji subconsciously analyzed his own psychology.

There were people coming and going on the street, Yuecheng Reiji was thinking about what he was going to do next, and suddenly, he felt passers-by's eyes cast over him.

After hesitating for a while, he couldn't help feeling warm in his ears, and his fingertips poked out from under the wide cuffs, trembling like the buds of early spring touching the spring.

Tsukishiro Reiji looked straight ahead pretending to be calm, but his fingers touched Dazai Osamu's hand cautiously.

He is learning, or exploring how to be a lover from Dazai's past.

Obviously more intimate things have been done, but the moment the skin touches each other, a tiny biological current bursts from the fingertips, and rushes through the hearts of the two of them numbly.

Osamu Dazai fell silent at some point.

The crowd was crowded, but the sound of cars and people disappeared in his ears.

All the tactile sensations left were the delicate, hot and vigorous tactile sensations of the lover clumsily hooking his fingers.

Osamu Dazai clearly felt Tsukishiro Reiji snapping his five fingers into his palm recklessly.

He clearly breathed as lightly as possible, but he still felt the noise of breathing.

Yu Guang caressed the cheek of the person beside him unintentionally, as always, calm and indifferent, but the tip of the ear hidden under the silver hair was silently stained with powder.

The corners of Osamu Dazai's lips curled up slightly, this is the spring that came about because of him.

At some point, the two walked closely side by side, their wide sleeves drooping down, just covering the bright and upright hands with intertwined fingers.

They are like a couple holding hands for the first time, carefully hiding all the sprouts in their hearts, tacitly.

His every trace of emotion was soothed, and Osamu Dazai looked sideways at his lover.

Tsukishiro Reiji happened to catch a glimpse of him from the corner of his eye, his gaze shifted like an electric shock, his eyelashes drooped, he was at a loss as to what to do, and was about to fly away.

Osamu Dazai exerted force with his fingertips, reversed the priority, and firmly grasped Tsukishiro Reiji's hand.

This tacit silence lasted until the two returned home, Tsukishiro Reiji had to pull out his hand to find the key to open the door and was forced to stop.

When he broke away, Osamu Dazai felt a little regret.

After three days of storage of the dishes in the refrigerator, Reiji Tsukishiro scanned them roughly, and finally chose to order takeaway.

When the doorbell rang, he thought it was a takeaway, but when he opened the door, he found that it was the police sent by Kuroda Hei.

The policeman who was protecting him at the school picked up his mobile phone, found something wrong and immediately reported Kuroda Hei, but it was still a step too late.

"Thank you." Tsukishiro Reiji took the ill-fated mobile phone and thanked him.

"No, it was our dereliction of duty." The policeman shook his head and left.

The entire Metropolitan Police Department was busy from top to bottom, and he had to rush back to work overtime.

After Tsukishiro Reiji was rescued, negative public opinion about the Metropolitan Police Department was basically under control.

Under the guidance, the public's focus gradually shifted to the numerous evil deeds of the black organization and the few escaped personnel.

The phone was carefully charged before it was delivered, and Reiji Tsukishiro turned it on smoothly.

After unlocking and entering the interface, he flipped through it casually, at least on the surface, it seemed that the phone had not been cracked.

In the living room, the TV was broadcasting news about the Black Organization. Reiji Tsukishiro tuned a few channels. Except for TV Tokyo, which was still broadcasting cartoons, the other TV stations were similar, and conducted a series of "expert talks" on this vicious social case. , Express opinions.

He glanced over his head, Osamu Dazai was answering the phone in the study.

A few minutes later, the doorbell rang again, and the takeaway was delivered. Reiji Tsukishiro took the bowls and chopsticks and got ready, and Osamu Dazai just hung up the phone.

"Are you busy?" Reiji Tsukishiro asked curiously, because usually Dazai hardly used the phone in the study.

"It's all interviews with Reiji." Osamu Dazai poked the big red claws of the crab, and sat down opposite him, "I declined all of them for you."

Dazai winked playfully.

Reiji Tsukishiro breathed a sigh of relief, "It was a great help."

In the past, the media would ask from time to time if he was being interviewed. When Keir was not rebellious, fans on the forum even said that Nikmai TV was the most suitable "material" for Reiji Tsukijo.

Having said that, but this incident is too big, it is estimated that a serious media will be selected to respond uniformly.

"An entertainment reporter actually asked if we were living together." Osamu Dazai mentioned it jokingly.

He couldn't restrain his mentality of testing Tsukishiro Reiji, this was his bad habit, and Dazai knew it very well.

"We've been living together all this time." Tsukishiro Reiji didn't think there was anything to deny.

He didn't notice the flash of color in Dazai Osamu's eyes for a moment.

The dining table is clearly divided, with red hairy crabs on one side and Reiji Tsukishiro's clear soup with few vegetables on the other.

It's okay to eat alone, but the aroma over there penetrates the tip of the nose from time to time.

Tsukishiro Reiji ate a few spoonfuls, but it was tasteless.

It's so fragrant QAQ, when he ordered Dazai's food, he thought he could hold back.

Osamu Dazai peeled off a whole crab claw and showed it to Reiji Tsukishiro excitedly.

"How about Reiji, isn't it good~"

"That's right—" Reiji Tsukishiro just opened his mouth to respond, and the plump crab meat fell into his mouth at once.

The crab legs are fresh and sweet in the mouth, and the silky fiber texture fascinates him very much.

"Only one bite." The stomach that hasn't eaten for three or four days is very fragile. Regarding this point, Osamu Dazai has enough energy.

After eating about one-third of his usual fullness, Tsukishiro Reiji felt a strained feeling of fullness, and put down the spoon.

The dining table was cleaned by Dazai, including the troublesome sorting of garbage.

Tsukishiro Reiji called his elder brother first, and then told his acquaintance that he was safe.

【Mr. Huajiang is fine, but I always feel that this scene has happened many times (scratching head). ——Nozaki Umetaro]

Reiji Tsukishiro swiped upwards, and reported safety several times in the news records, indeed the frequency seemed to be a bit high, "..."

But this time it was obviously different from usual. Even his mentor advised him not to worry too much about terrorist organizations in text messages. Under the supervision of public opinion, the Metropolitan Police Department had to deal with it.

He really didn't fight the dark organization desperately!

Tsukishiro Reiji wanted to explain but didn't know where to start.

In the words of Mr. Mengye, "Give up struggling, Yuecheng's beautiful, strong and miserable character design has already been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people."

In addition, there was an invitation from the Yokohama Criminal Investigation Brigade in his text message.

Tsukishiro Reiji politely declined the other party.

After replying to all the text messages, it was not too early.

Perhaps the medicine in the body has not been completely metabolized, and there are small black spots in the field of vision from time to time.

So he took a shower first, thinking about going to bed early and resting.

Coming out of the bathroom brushing his hair intermittently, Tsukishiro Reiji saw Osamu Dazai sitting beside the bed, in the darkness against the moonlight.

The lights were not turned on in the room, and he couldn't see Osamu Dazai's expression, for no reason, he just knew that Osamu Dazai was watching him.

The jade-white moonlight fell on the floor, like a flowing Milky Way, and like layers of tulle.

On both banks of the moonlight, Reiji Tsukishiro stopped and looked, and Osamu Dazai, covered by the silver moon, looked like a handsome god.

"Why don't you turn on the light?" After a long time, maybe a while, Tsukishiro Reiji asked belatedly.

Seeing his lover who was wet all over, Dazai Osamu's eyes were full of unconscious gentleness.

He stood up and took a step forward, a veil broke like water, and rippled into waves, swaying in the Milky Way.

In the second and third steps, Osamu Dazai stepped on the moonlight, stepped across the Milky Way, and walked to Reiji Tsukishiro step by step.

He stretched out his hand, Tsukishiro Reiji noticed that his hand was abnormally unbandaged, and his dry hand stroked through the wet hair, stained with moisture.

Afterwards, those cold hands took the towel on his head, and the movement of wiping the silver hair was slightly unfamiliar. In the past, Dazai Osamu was never the one who took care of others.

Without any hint of eroticism, Osamu Dazai leaned under the wet towel and pressed his steaming lips.

"Because the moonlight is beautiful."

All the silent breaths were revealed, intertwined into pieces.

In a trance, the moonlight seemed to turn into Dazai Osamu's family members, penetrating through every hole, surrounding and penetrating Tsukishiro Reiji.

The light blue pupils looked straight into Dazai Osamu's dark and dark eyes. This was the first time that Tsukishiro Reiji saw Dazai Osamu's undisguised emotion—the surging possessive desire.

And he wasn't offended.

The moonlight leaned on the branch, swaying gently with the wind, speaking the cold love language instead of Osamu Dazai.