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"Don't look, it's impossible to go back in time." Yato waved his hand in front of Matsuda's line of sight, "Hey, did you get hit?"

"God actually wore the sportswear of the time...it's hopeless." Matsuda Zhenping twitched the corner of his mouth, "It was indeed a severe blow."

"But you still made a wish to Yato-sama!" Yato hugged his chest and circled around him, mainly looking at the edge leading to Tsukishiro Reiji.

"The line of fate has become shallower." Yato scratched his chin, pretending to be old-fashioned, "But love~ changes in a blink of an eye, and this is something that can't be helped."

"It's as if—" Passers-by cast a horrified and puzzled look at Matsuda Jinhei, and he immediately realized that he seemed to be the only one who could see Yato.

It turned out to be really a god... Matsuda choked for a moment, and walked a few steps into the deserted alley: "It's as if you've been in love."

"Cough, cough," Yato, who didn't even have many believers, felt guilty for a moment, and coughed twice pretendingly, "I'm a god with many lovely believers!"

"The scumbag god who attacked believers." Matsuda raised his eyebrows and made up the knife.

"..." Yato took a deep breath, squeezed out a few words from between his teeth, "Follow your wish first."

He gritted his teeth as if to say "solve you first".

"The established facts cannot be changed, how do you answer my question?" Matsuda Jinping's eyes dimmed.

"Because Reiji is an idiot whose heart is soft enough to explode, there is no need to guess..." Yato muttered softly.

"What are you talking about alone in the corner?" Matsuda Jinpei looked suspiciously at the god who suddenly took a few steps back.

"Cough!" Yato cleared his throat, "About your question—God won't answer irresponsible words."

Matsuda Jinpei stared at it for a while, and found that Yato's thumb was vaguely rubbing against the five-yen coin, and he suddenly opened his hand towards Yato.

Yato put his hands behind his back vigilantly, "What do you want?"

"Repay the money." Matsuda Zhen was expressionless.

"Okay QAQ" After all, I can't solve the other party's problem by myself.

Yato moved to Matsuda Jinpei in small steps, held the coin, and reluctantly put it back in his palm.

He looked back at the coin repeatedly, and Matsuda Jinpei rubbed the center of his brows.

Obviously the one who lost love is me, why does this god play more scenes than him?

"Forget it," Matsuda Jinpei called Yato helplessly, "Do you have any business that can be realized?"

"... How fast, safe, and safe to deliver to your door?" Yetou hesitated for a moment, and skillfully broadcasted the business.

Matsuda stretched his forehead, he never expected that the business scope of the gods would be so... down to earth?

"Would you like to help Reiji find where the cell phone was lost by the gravedigger?"

As he said that, Matsuda Jinhei found out the wallet, clamped the wallet with two fingers that could only move because of the bandage, and pulled out several large-denomination banknotes with great effort.

Yato shook his head again and again, "Only charge five yen at a time."

Looking at his shining pupils, Matsuda Jinpei asked hesitantly: "Is there really no need? This is from the gods... Uh, how do you say it, restraint?"

"Almost the same." Yato retrieved the coin and put it in his pocket happily.

Just as he was about to leave, he suddenly slapped his head, turned his head and said to Matsuda Jinpei, "Yes, there is another business, if you are too heartbroken, you can entrust me to cut off the edge~"

"Cutting off the edge... Wait, you haven't explained it clearly!" Before Matsuda Jinpei could ask clearly, Yato jumped and disappeared.

Matsuda Jinhei pondered for a while, took out his mobile phone and sent a message to Kenji Hagiwara.

[Yen [-], if a god tells you that you can "cut off fate", what do you think it means? ——Matsuda Jinpei]

【God?Xiaozhenping, have you hit your head?Haha, no kidding, literally?Cut it off. ——Hagiwara Kenji]

[What about the consequences? ——Matsuda Jinpei]

[It’s hard to say, maybe all the memories are erased, or maybe all the memories are just lost emotions, and there is another saying that the two will never meet again... Are you studying theology recently? ——Hagiwara Kenji]

[Wait, Xiaozhenping, you won't be prepared for a broken relationship in advance, right? ?Is it a little idealistic to ask the gods for help? - Hagiwara Kenji]

Matsuda Jinpei felt a little relieved when he was interrupted by the matter of Yato's strange power and chaos.

There is nothing unacceptable, he is just a step late.

Matsuda Jinpei knew very well what kind of person Tsukishiro Reiji was. He was both firm and hesitant. Before he took that step, he hesitated. Once he made a decision, he would never look back.

Contradictory and charming.

Matsuda Jinpei thought he had chosen the best and most irresistible opportunity, but he didn't realize that for him love is love, but for Dazai Osamu, love is a war, a victory to be won by all means. .

He now has one last question, who is the person who received the text message?

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"If I do something bad, will Reiji leave me?"

What Dazai didn't realize was that the words he used were leave, not forgiveness.

To a certain extent, he believes from the bottom of his heart that there is no middle value in feelings.

Reiji Tsukishiro returned to his apartment, bought fresh ingredients rarely, and was wearing a pink apron as a gift when he bought a cutting board.

"What bad thing did Dazai do?" Tsukishiro Reiji casually picked up a small piece of sliced ​​duck leg and stuffed it into Dazai's mouth.

Not to mention anything else, isn't Dazai doing too many bad things?Tsukishiro Reiji didn't take it seriously.

Osamu Dazai was silent, like an insecure cat, rubbing against him and refusing to let go.

To be honest, Osamu Dazai has no way to clear up the traces, as long as he is willing, no one will be able to discover the truth.

He is always used to temptation, even if he gets it, he is often restless.I like to confirm Tsukishiro Reiji's answer again and again.

"I can't cook with you like this." Reiji Tsukishiro turned his head helplessly, and tiptoed lightly on Dazai's cheek.

"It's so perfunctory—" Dazai Osamu muttered, but the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

"I can do curry rice too~" He opened a box of curry cubes, which is for four people, enough for two people to eat twice.

No way, even though he was talking about cooking by himself, Reiji Tsukishiro still bought the most convenient curry cubes.

"Just melt it in the pot, then put the chicken, potatoes, 噫—and carrots." Osamu Dazai threw the diced carrots into the pot with disgust.

"A lot more proficient." Osamu Dazai's serious movements made Reiji Tsukishiro find it funny, and couldn't help exposing his background, "It seems that the reason for burning the pot is secretly practicing?"

"How do you know!" Osamu Dazai stared at him incredulously, "Obviously I dealt with it."

"Throwing away the old pot and buying a new pot is not called disposal, it's destroying the corpse."

Tsukishiro Reiji couldn't figure out why Dazai Osamu burned a small hole in the wall of the pot, not the bottom of the pot, but the wall of the pot.

Although their previous pot was bought as a gift from an induction cooker, it will not burn through.

Tsukishiro Reiji's unintentional words had a different meaning in the ears of Dazai Osamu who was a little guilty.

He didn't put a monitor on Tsukishiro Reiji, so he naturally didn't know what Matsuda Jinpei talked about with his lover, but in any case, the other party avoided the confession for some reason.

But Osamu Dazai couldn't be happier, the sword of Damocles was hanging above his head, and it might fall at any time.

He has deceived people, and he longs for a complete heart.

The virtue of honesty had never been associated with Osamu Dazai, but now he seriously considered openness and honesty.

On the other hand, Tsukishiro Reiji is not unaware of the same friends and lovers.

But they don't want to say it, and I can't force them to say it.

The curry was out of the pan, and the carrots were thrown away too early, so they were limp and rotten on the rice. It didn't look good, but it tasted good.

They put on a random TV channel.

The Black Organization has become an obsolete topic, and the hosts discuss the urban legend of Ikebukuro.

"Headless Horseman, sounds so cool." The picture captured by the photographer was blurry, but it did not hinder Reiji Tsukishiro's imagination.

"I've seen her head." Osamu Dazai said surprisingly, but his tone was flat. He thought about it for a while, "They all said they couldn't move their eyes away at all."

Tsukishiro Reiji was about to ask carefully, when the curtains flew up.

Yato jumped in, his eyes meandered along the entangled red border, and finally fixed on Osamu Dazai.

The translucent blue eyes stared for a while, and Dazai Osamu clearly couldn't see Yato as a god, but he seemed to be aware of it.

It's too sharp.Yato sighed involuntarily.

Tsukishiro Reiji looked towards the window, saw Yato, raised his hand and waved: "Yato, good evening."

Osamu Dazai tilted his head, seeing that there was nothing at the point of his gaze, he couldn't help squinting his eyes.

It really wasn't his illusion.

Could it be a superhuman with invisibility ability?Osamu Dazai moved his fingers slightly, and the mafia's instincts that had not fully degenerated were ready to move.

The cool wind whistling on the back of the neck, Yato shuddered, and Reiji Saizukijo said: "Reiji quickly explain my identity to him."

Why is the aura of this human being more terrifying than that of Bishamonten? Yato touched the superficial pimple on his arm, feeling a bad premonition.

"Dazai, not a supernatural being, Yato is a god born from a wish." Tsukishiro Reiji fished out a coin from his pocket and handed it to him, "Just make a wish, and Dazai will be able to see Yato."

"Kamisama?" Osamu Dazai took the five-yen coin hesitantly.

Before, he wondered why the small box in the entrance was full of five-yen coins. Was it because of the gods?

"Then, I make a wish—" Dazai Osamu was stuck, and for a moment he didn't know what wish he had.

It seemed that upon hearing rational doubts, his heart skipped a beat.

In an instant, a thought flashed through Osamu Dazai's mind, whether he and Reiji Tsukishiro could go on...

He felt absurd, thinking about the so-called "future" for himself.

And at this moment Osamu Dazai really discovered what his previous self was panicking about.

Because he, like every pair of worldly lovers, tries to touch eternity.

Osamu Dazai hated Utopia, but suddenly found himself standing at the entrance of Utopia, hesitating.

Knowing oneself is a very annoying thing, Osamu Dazai twitched the corners of his mouth, unable to bear a hint of malice toward this god he had never met before.

"I wish it would rain tomorrow." He casually said a wild wish, masking his sudden self-loathing.

After an inexplicable wish, Osamu Dazai saw Yato.

Unlike the imposing majestic god sitting in Takamahara, Yato looked more like a... male high school student than any of them?

It seemed that his messy thoughts just now were ridiculous, and Osamu Dazai suddenly felt bored again.

In just a few seconds, Yato felt Dazai Osamu's roller coaster-like emotional changes, and he couldn't help opening his eyes wide. Is this person a cat?

"Let's say it's not my responsibility to control the rain." Yato shrugged.

"One or two, make some wishes that I can't fulfill, which makes me very embarrassed." Ye Dou said angrily.

Tsukishiro Reiji glanced at the god-sama who was squatting in the corner to grow mushrooms, and pretended to be serious and began to make a wish: "Then, I wish that someone can help me solve the extra curry rice in the pot."

Yeto stood up abruptly, "Obey! Guaranteed to complete the task!"

Carefully put away the five-yen coin in Tsukishiro Reiji's hand, Yato happily rushed to the kitchen, and there was just one extra serving of curry in the pot.

"I'm starting~" He sat next to Tsukishiro Reiji with the curry in his hands, and said with clasped hands.

Now Dazai pursed his lips angrily.

This is the curry he made for Reiji, even if he was only responsible for melting curry cubes!

"Yato, did you come here tonight because of a commission?" Tsukishiro Reiji asked curiously.

Thinking of his own reason for coming, Yato didn't pay attention to his throat for a while, coughing until he was out of breath.

Help, will Osamu Dazai kill him?