I am in love with Sliced ​​Dazai

Their quarrel came to an end, but Dazai still didn't give up in the next few days, trying every means to make him jealous, trying to provoke his nerves.

"Mr. Terao, since you are with other men, then I will be with other men too."

"Okay, let's go."

"I'll go find Odasaku right away."

"Well, yes."

"We'll go to the bar after the walk."

"it is good."

"We'll be together all night."

"Ah."

Seeing his attitude, Dazai was furious, pressed him against the desk, and bit his lip with anger.

"Jealous, you are jealous of me, eat, why don't you eat?"

Seeing him like this, Yashu Terao clapped his hands away and kept laughing, "I said, do you only have Mr. Oda as a friend, why do you go out with him every time?"

Dazai was at a loss for words for a while, and then got annoyed, "Who said, I don't only have Odasaku as a friend, I also have a friend in Mafia, we have a very good relationship."

"real or fake?"

"Really, um... But, that person doesn't know me now."

"He doesn't know you, so how did you become friends?"

Dazai didn't answer.

Seeing that the other party fell silent, he pinched the other party's face, "Hey, why didn't you tell, is this a secret again?"

He continued to ask, but Dazai kissed him down, and after kissing him ecstatically, he took advantage of the situation to unbutton his clothes, trying to divert his attention in this way.

There are really many secrets in Dazai, but if Dazai doesn't want to tell them, then he will try his best to find out.

There is no class on weekends, and Terao Yashu went to work part-time in the orphanage.

He went to the mall to buy a lot of toys and snacks, and drove all the way to the orphanage.

He parked the car outside the alley, and after walking for a few minutes in the cold wind with the gift, he heard the footsteps of a child outside the orphanage.

The kid named Dazai was standing in front of the orphanage, kicking a ball, running around, leaving a bunch of small footprints on the ground.

He walked over quietly, but the other party didn't notice and bumped into him.

The aroma of milk from the other party's body floated into his nose, and he couldn't help squatting down and stroking the other party's head: "It's such a cold day, why don't you stay indoors?"

The other party stopped to shoot the ball and looked at him, a bright look flashed in his eyes, but it was fleeting, and he started to put on a bad face: "Are you here again?"

"I kept my promise to ask you about the game, how about you, did you have a good meal?"

"you are late."

"Well." He held the other's cold hand, "Did you know I was late, so you waited here for me?"

The other party's hand was caught off guard, as if taken aback, and tried to withdraw his hand, but the strength was too weak to succeed.

"...Hey, why didn't you come last week?"

"Last week I didn't have time, I was at home with my boyfriend."

The other party frowned, and asked in a childish voice: "Your boyfriend is not a child, why do you still need your company?"

"There is no reason, because I like him, so I want to accompany him."

Hearing this, the other party puffed up his face, as if he was angry, and tried his best to shake off the hand held by him, and ran back to the house.

Terao Yasuke went into the room to change clothes, but not long after, the child suddenly ran back to him and forced him a painting.

"I drew it and gave it to you."

He took the painting over and saw an ugly monster painted on the paper.

"Did you draw a monster?"

"No." The child said with a straight face, "I drew your boyfriend."

A dinosaur was drawn on the paper, with a slanted nose, slanted eyes, and a bald head, and it was still breathing fire from its mouth.

He couldn't laugh or cry, "You draw too ugly."

"I don't care." The child yelled, "This is your boyfriend, your boyfriend is so ugly in my mind, no, he is even uglier than this, a hundred times uglier."

Why are you attacking his boyfriend?

Terao Yasuke touched his head, "Don't do this, you can't attack others with such words."

He tried his best to criticize the other party gently, but the other party ignored him completely and ran away.

He sighed and put the painting in his bag.

Although the drawing was ugly, at least it was the first time the child gave him a present.

He kept his promise and came to play games with the child every week. The child's attitude towards him was not as cold as that, but began to cling to him.

Although there is still no smile on his face, although he still doesn't like talking to adults, every time he does something, this kid will quietly follow behind him.

Creeping, hiding in the corner and watching him, he followed wherever he went.Once they met his eyes, the other party immediately hid behind the wall.

If you see him getting along with other children, or handing out toys to other children, the other child's entire face will wrinkle.

Such a young child loves to follow other people.

After a whole morning like this, Terao Yaxiu couldn't bear it any longer, and took the child out from behind the wall: "Why have you been following me?"

The other party was lifted into the air by him, struggled a few times, and found that he couldn't break free, so he explained with a straight face: "I don't want to follow you, but that person made me have to monitor you."

"Can't understand."

The other party rolled his eyes, "I don't understand either, but he is very fierce to me, and your boyfriend is also very fierce to me... I hate them, they are all bad people."

It's completely nonsense, but children's brains are not fully developed, and nonsense is normal.

Yashu Terao saw that he hadn't eaten all morning, so he took a spoonful of cereal from the bowl and handed it to his mouth: "Be obedient, have you eaten your lunch?"

The kid glanced at the spoon in his hand and shook his head.

"As long as you listen to me and eat well, then I will let you follow me and watch me all the time, okay?"

"..."

"Come on, as long as you eat, I will stay with you all the time today. I will only play with you alone, and I can also give you special gifts."

He coaxed him repeatedly, but the other party finally couldn't resist the temptation, climbed onto his lap, let him stretch out his arms, and then swallowed the cereal in his hand.

Terao Yashu finally held him in his arms, the milky scent on the child was really nice and healing.

The child was fed a few mouthfuls of food by him, but kept observing him with his eyes, and then asked abruptly, "Why are you unhappy?"

"No."

"Liar, you have troubles, it's all written on your face."

He is really annoying.

He wanted to know all of Dazai's secrets, but the other party's secrets were tight, and he couldn't find out even if he asked.

And tonight he has to go to work in Mafia again, and the leader will force him to go to the office for dinner, and he will face the leader's difficulties again.

Seeing that he didn't want to talk about it, the child didn't ask again. After eating, he crawled into his arms and asked in a low voice, "You said you would give me a special gift after eating. Where is the gift?"

Terao Yasuke took all the gifts and toys that he had brought earlier, spread them out on the floor, and let the child choose whatever he wanted.

The other party picked them up and looked at them one by one, expressing their dislike for all of them. Finally, the other party climbed onto his knees and grabbed the red scarf around his neck, seeming very interested in it.

"I want this red scarf, and you give me this as a present."

Terao Yasuke refused: "No, this is given to me by my boyfriend."

Seeing that he refused, the other party pointed to the pink rabbit on his phone, "What about this one?"

"No, this is also given to me by my boyfriend."

"I want this, give it to me."

He refused repeatedly, and the other party puffed up his face angrily, "Why can't you give it to me? It's not a very expensive thing."

"It doesn't look expensive, but it's expensive to me," he explained.

"why?"

"Because it was given by my boyfriend, so it is very precious. Just like the painting you just gave me, although you painted it very ugly, but you specially painted it for me, so for me That painting is also very precious, and I will keep it well.”

The child's face softened a little, but after thinking hard for a while, he straightened his face again: "Then, who is more important, me or your boyfriend?"

Terao Yasuke felt that something was wrong, "Let's change the subject."

Seeing that he avoided the question, the other party became annoyed, "Compared to me, you like your boyfriend more, so you will spend more time with your boyfriend, and you will forget about me after a while, and then you will stop talking about me." Don't come to see me either."

"Will not."

"You will. You adults are all the same. They said they would come to the orphanage to see us often, but gradually they stopped coming. You adults are all liars."

"Hey--"

He wanted to explain, but the other party didn't give him a chance, broke away from his arms, and ran away angrily.

But after running a few steps, he tripped over a building block on the ground. The other party didn't even cry, but got up stubbornly, stumbling away like a wounded kitten.

For some reason, Terao Yasuke wanted to laugh watching this scene.

He used to think that Dazai was like a child, but compared to real children, Dazai was much more mature.

For the next few hours, he didn't see the child. He searched upstairs and downstairs, but the child seemed to have evaporated and disappeared.

Did you sneak out?

Seeing his impatient appearance, Mori Ogai comforted him: "Don't worry, Dazai-kun always disappears at every turn, and he will appear when he is in a good mood."

"You really have a big heart. Are you not afraid that he will run on the road and be hit by a car?"

Mori Owai smiled strangely, "Don't worry, Mr. Dazai will not die."

How could he not be worried.

Speaking of which, he has always suspected that this child is Dazai's illegitimate child. He should have hated this child very much, but he really couldn't.

No way, who would hate beautiful and cute children?

When it was getting dark, Terao Yashu changed his clothes and planned to leave, but when he went downstairs, a small shadow suddenly came out from the darkness and hit him.

It's that little kid.

Terao Yasuke breathed a sigh of relief, embraced the other party in his arms, and reprimanded him: "I've been looking for you all afternoon, and you have to tell us when you go out to play."

The other party didn't say anything, just reached out and hugged him, lowered his head, as if hesitating for something.

"Why don't you speak?"

After a long silence, the child suddenly hugged him tightly, and said in a low voice, "I didn't...I didn't lose my temper with you on purpose, you, don't abandon me, don't stop coming to see me."

The tone is soft, with the aroma of cheese and milk, which makes people want to take a bite.

The child would actually take the initiative to apologize to him. He suspected that there was something wrong with his ears, but his heart softened instantly. He squatted down and rubbed the other person's head, "I'm not angry."

"Then... are you coming tomorrow?"

"I can't do it tomorrow. I have to go to class. I'll come to play with you after a few days when I don't have class."

The other party's expression was disappointed, but he didn't say anything. Instead, he stuffed a painting into his hand.

"What did you draw again?"

Terao Yashu thought it was another portrait of her boyfriend, but this time it was just a very ordinary painting, the scene of an office was drawn on the paper.

Although there are only a few strokes, the sofa, tables and chairs are all painted vividly.

The child raised his little hand and pointed to the painting, "This place has what you want, and it should solve your troubles."

"What do you mean?"

"It literally means, tsk, that person thinks I don't know anything, but actually I do, I know a lot of his secrets...His secrets are hidden here, you must go and see."

secret?whose secret?

He really didn't understand, didn't think much about it, put the painting in his bag, and prepared to drive to Mafia for work.

On the way to Mafia, the more he thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong—he always felt that the scene in that painting looked familiar.

So he stopped the car on the side of the road, took out the painting and looked at it carefully.

This seems to be the scene of the mafia chief's office.

That's right, the leader's desk, chair, bookcase on the wall, and the sofa he often sits on, although the lines are simple, they are very vivid.

How could that child know the layout of the chief's office?

The bookcase in the corner is particularly prominently drawn, and even the lines of each book are clearly drawn. For some reason, a certain part of the bookcase is marked with a striking red cross.

As if to remind him to pay attention to this place, is there really something in this place?

He recalled the child's words: "This thing can solve your troubles, you must see it."

Since the last time he talked with the leader, he went to the leader's office to eat every night, not only for dinner, but sometimes he was called to have supper.

In fact, he was very reluctant, originally he wanted to deliberately make himself ill, so as to win Dazai's sympathy, but as a result, he was served with delicious food and drink like this every day, and his stomach became healthier day by day.

The leader pretended to let him test the poison, but he was still alive and kicking after taking it for several days.

But that night the leader was not there, and when he went to the office, only Xiaoyin received him.

"Where did the leader go?"

Xiaoyin replied indifferently: "He doesn't want to see you."

In the past, the leader would accompany him throughout the meal and stare at him closely. Whenever he ate a little faster, the leader would scold him.

"What did I do wrong again?"

He didn't seem to have offended the leader. They just had a talk that day, and the talk was pretty good.

He felt that the leader is not the kind of stubborn person. Although the leader has a bad temper, he is quite curious and often asks him various questions.

"Is the leader sick?"

Xiaoyin looked at him meaningfully: "Do you care about him?"

He chewed his food slowly and shook his head, "I don't want to care about him, but I'm just afraid, afraid that I will offend the leader somewhere, and then the leader will think of some tricks to trick me secretly."

Xiaoyin showed a strange expression, as if he was sighing, but also seemed to be laughing at him.

"Mr. Terao, the leader asked me to tell you something."

"what?"

"He said, you are a liar, you are full of lies, you keep saying that being in love is a wonderful thing, but he only feels that being in love is painful for him, and he can't appreciate any beauty of love."

what.

He sneered: "Then please tell the leader, don't be cynical and think that there is no true love in this world just because you can't get love."

Until he finished his dinner, the leader still didn't come back.Xiaoyin sat alone in the lounge next door sorting out the documents, and completely ignored him.

Everyone was busy with their own business, no one noticed him.

So he put down the knife and fork, and walked around the office quietly.

This was the first time he looked carefully at the furnishings of the office, but it was night, and the lights in the room were still as dim as ever. The thick smoked yellow lights obscured the details of everything around him, and he couldn't see anything clearly.

He took a few steps casually, feeling that he would step on the ground at any time and fall into some unknown dark trap.

He secretly took out the picture that the child drew for him, and went to the bookcase. According to the position of the red cross on the picture, he found a book from the shelf.

This is the leader's book. It is usually kept by the leader's hand and is often used to read it. He has seen it several times.

This is what the kid asked him to find?

However, that child doesn't even know what his troubles are, so how can he conclude that this thing can solve his troubles?

The cover of the book was blank, and he couldn't tell what it was made of, but it felt strange to the touch, as if something had sucked his fingers and gradually spread up along the finger nerves, eager to devour his body.

It's impolite to steal other people's things, but it doesn't matter. If the leader is angry, he will be fired at worst. Anyway, he doesn't want to do it long ago.

He opened a page at random, and it was densely packed with words.

The handwriting was messy, sometimes neat and sometimes messy, and the entire book was almost filled, leaving only a few blank lines on the last page.

He glanced at it quickly and saw a few lines of scrawling on the last page, but he could just make out the name "Osamu Dazai."

"Divide part of my personality and become Osamu Dazai of the Armed Detective Agency."

personality?differentiation?

He couldn't understand the meaning of this sentence, but his heart beat inexplicably faster, as if he had caught some great clue.

At this moment, a voice came from behind him: "What are you doing?"

The leader's voice resounded faintly, hitting his heart hard.

He turned his head to look, and found that the other party was standing in the darkness in front of the door, his upper body was covered by shadows, and he was dormant in the corner like a ghost.

He was startled, the book in his hand was not steady and fell to the ground.

However, before that, he was holding the last page of paper between his fingers, and the falling movement was too sudden, and he accidentally tore the page off.

Oops, broken.

He quickly apologized, "I didn't do it on purpose, I will pay you a copy."

However, the leader stared quietly at the torn page, and after a while, suddenly let out a slight, deceptive laugh in the darkness.

"Ah, Terao-san, you've gotten into a big disaster now."

"Ok?"

He didn't understand, he tore up the book, and instead of being angry, the leader looked very happy.