After Mrs. Hirashima finished registering, she raised her head and said to Osamu Dazai, "Mr. Dazai knows Mr. Zhen Ji, so can I arrange you near her room?"

"It would be great if it's possible." Osamu Dazai said with a smile while holding his chin.

"Then this room is fine."

Mrs. Pingdao quickly made a decision, and took out the key from under the counter as she spoke, and Xiao Ba leaned over her head and took a look: "This room number... is the one opposite me?" Not so good.

Mrs. Hirashima smiled and nodded: "Yes."

Osamu Dazai was a little curious, and when he arrived at the place, he almost understood the reason why Hachi's complexion became subtle: he and Hachi's room were indeed opposite each other, but the difference was that the window on Osamu Dazai's side faced Hachi The main entrance over there, that is to say, as long as Dazai Osamu sits at the window, he can see whether Hachi has gone out from the main entrance.

"The other side is the hot spring...is it the layout of the open-air hot spring when you walk out of the room?" Osamu Dazai looked at the white mist rising behind Hachi's room, and guessed the facilities behind, "Can I go over and have a look? ?” He turned his head and asked Xiao Ba.

"Okay!" The girl with different pupils nodded and opened the door. Inside was a typical Japanese-style room layout, a low table with tatami mats, and on the table was a laptop running a screen saver with a cute abyss cat printed on it. The suitcase stands next to the push door—by the way, Xia Ji’s family has three suitcases of different sizes and specifications, but without exception, the cat patterns on the suitcases are all in the shape of Xiaoba’s body, which is Xia Ji’s parents and luggage. The shape specially ordered by the luggage store is probably to better define the user of this luggage...

On one side is the window, and when you open the window, you can see a typical Japanese-style courtyard composed of gravel paths, stone lanterns, and residual wood and moss. On the other side is the bathroom, which is used for cleaning yourself. Clean your body here, and then walk out the door. Outside is the open-air hot spring, which is cut off from sight with a wall made of bamboo. It is only a small world. The hot spring is not big, but it is enough for two or three people to take a bath—Xiao Ba lives This room was originally designed for a family, so whether it is space or other considerations, it is calculated based on the area used by the family.

"You can soak in the hot spring directly from the bathroom...it's so convenient!" Osamu Dazai looked at the room and said, "I'm a little envious...does the room next to it have the same layout? Someone already lives there?" He paid attention When I went to the room next to Xiaoba, which also had its own hot spring, I naturally noticed the lights that were on there.

Is there someone in the room next to Xiaoba?

"Yes, that room has been reserved all year round." Mrs. Hirashima glanced at the direction next door, and said, "If Mr. Dazai is interested in rooms with hot springs, there are still a few vacant ones, do you want to... "

"Can you see this way? If you can't see it, forget it!"

So Mrs. Pingdao shut up in a timely manner, and the other hot spring rooms are in the other direction of the hotel, which is a little far away from here. Since the guest said so, there is no need to mention it.

After handing over the key to the new guest, Mrs. Hirashima stepped back and went to the front desk. If there is anything to do, she can call the room service by ringing the bell.

Looking around, Osamu Dazai spontaneously began to look around the corners of the room, and he kept asking, "Did Hachi come here to deliver the manuscript?"

"Well, the writing is a bit stuck, but Mr. Guochang Road Dajue didn't know how to understand, so he directly arranged this homestay for me, saying that this room will be reserved for me for a long time, and I can come and stay at any time...Mr. Dazai, please put it down If that vase falls, I will pay with your card without hesitation!"

"I don't shake my hands!" Dazai Osamu justified himself, but he still put the vase back on the cabinet honestly, walked back to the low table and sat down, tilting his head with his chin to look at the screen The girl who was thinking about the content of the manuscript said, "Aren't you going to blow dry your hair? Your hair is not dry yet." He lifted a strand of slightly curly long hair that fell from the girl's shoulders, and he could still feel a little moisture.

This is already the tip of the hair. Theoretically speaking, it is the fastest place to dry naturally, and the tip of the hair still feels moist... Osamu Dazai suddenly reached out and inserted his fingers into Xiao Hachi's hair, and the fingertips passed through Black hair with obvious dampness finally fell on the wet scalp.

Xiao Ba felt that the hairs on the back of his neck were going to stand up: "Mr. Dazai?"

"The root of the hair is completely wet." He withdrew his hand, and there was a faint smell of lemon-flavored shampoo on his fingers. "If you don't dry your hair well, you will have a migraine." Have you washed your hair too much... ...if that's the case, all the clues that got around that abandoned factory are probably gone.

How did Xiao Ba rush back from the abandoned factory?drive?impossible.

Before coming to the B&B, he not only went to the vicinity of the abandoned factory, but also went to a parking lot next to the B&B: there is no way to park in this B&B, the car can only be parked in the parking lot next to it, and he walked around there. Find out which car's engine is hot, which means that either no car has been driven there in the last half an hour, or the car that has been driven has already driven away.

It takes about ten minutes to drive from the abandoned factory to here. There is only one road from the top of the mountain to the bottom of the mountain, and there will be a fork in the next mountain. If he drove out from the B&B, he should meet the taxi he was in - but in fact, he didn't see any retrograde cars on the way here.

If he didn't use transportation, did he run back by himself, or did he leave his distracted body at the hotel?

"Ah, I want to soak in the hot spring again later, so I don't need to blow-dry my hair for the time being, and I can blow-dry it before going to bed." Xiao Ba's gaze was fixed on the computer screen, and on the surface he was thinking and continuing. It looks like how to write it down, but in fact, it is thinking quickly and thinking hard to deal with the problem that the black mud spirit on the opposite side may attack at any time.

The person beside him didn't speak, just stood up and walked away.

Give up so easily?It's not like Mr. Dazai... Xiao Hachi looked over suspiciously, and found that the black-haired young man fumbled around the cabinet for a while, and then came back soon, only with an extra hair dryer in his hand.

"You can't mess around just because of your special physique. If you don't have time to blow-dry your hair because of the plot below, I'll do it for you." Osamu Dazai plugged in the hair dryer, turned on the hair dryer, and said with a smile.

Xiaoba: ...

Xiao Hachi suspects that Mr. Dazai wants to blow her into an afro in revenge for not finding a flaw.

"The noise of the hairdryer blows my mind away."

Xiao Ba refused with a serious face.

"That's right!" Osamu Dazai put down the hair dryer in an eloquent manner, and turned his attention to the dry towel hanging on the screen.

Xiaoba: ...

Xiao Ba began to think about whether it would be worse to be scuffed into a ball of matted hair, or to be blown out by a hair dryer.

——Strictly speaking, the final shape of these two depends entirely on Mr. Dazai's conscience!

So, here comes the most serious question, does Mr. Dazai have such a thing as a conscience?

... It is simply a question of men silent and women crying.

"...I suddenly felt that a hair dryer would be better." Xiao Ba said seriously.

After all, no matter how much the hair dryer blows, it will not make the hair into a knot that cannot be untied and can only be cut off.

Osamu Dazai picked up the hair dryer that had been put down with a smile, and turned on the switch.

Amidst the sound of the blower running, Xiao Hachi was tense, thinking about what problems would arise, and refusing to think about what his hair had become. He could only feel Dazai Osamu's cool fingers on the top of his scalp. Shuttle back and forth until a young voice came from above my head: "By the way, does Xiao Ba know? I originally wanted to come here directly to meet Xiao Ba, because I was curious to make Xiao Ba run to live without saying a word." What kind of hot spring homestay is it? As a result, on the way here, I heard a lot of noise!

"Does Xiaoba know what happened?"

Xiao Ba recalled it for a while, and said: "I seem to have heard some movement, but it's not very clear...Mr. Dazai, if you try harder, I will suspect that you want to strangle me to death."

——It seemed unintentional, when the question was being asked, the fingers that Osamu Dazai used to comb her hair stopped near Hachi's neck.

Where arterial blood vessels can be felt.

——Ah, I've seen this technique with Shinigami elementary school students.

Xiaoba thought expressionlessly.

The TV station's fake alcohol lie detection method.

Osamu Dazai blinked, and ignored Hachi's accusation: "Really? The pulse has become faster, Hachi didn't lie?"

The heartbeat has been accelerating since your hand approached there. Hey——Xiao Ba sighed heavily, and turned to look directly at the young man's kite-colored eyes: "It's strange that the heartbeat doesn't speed up when someone gets close to the vitals!"

Although she is not like some masters of lies who can tell a lie without a beat, but there are not many ways to explain the rapid heartbeat!

Osamu Dazai withdrew his finger in a timely manner: "Hachi's neck is the key point?"

Xiao Ba was raising his hand to cover his neck, and carefully rubbed the skin with his fingertips under the cover of his hair: when Mr. Dazai touched it just now, his hairs stood on end!

She really had the illusion that she was going to be strangled to death just now...

"Xiao Ba is so cute, how can I have the heart to strangle you to death?" Osamu Dazai put the turned off hair dryer aside, held his chin and said with a smile, "Although Xiao Ba spreads his wings every day at the bottom line of my patience, but I still like Xiaoba very much!"

Xiaoba: "..." It turns out that she is such an image in Mr. Dazai's mind!

...I have to say that it is very apt, as expected of Mr. Dazai who is accurate, shrewd and terrifying!

Because Osamu Dazai's rhetoric was so impactful, Xiao Hachi couldn't help but ask herself, is she so skinny?

——No, no, it's definitely not the cat's fault that the cat likes to jump a little bit!

It's nature!

Who has the heart to kill the nature of a cute kitten?

None of the gummy bears she scratched broke network cables, damaged keyboards, or scratched favorite hats.

But if this topic continues, I always feel that I will be accused. Xiao Ba decided to change the subject: "Has the hair been blown... so smooth?!" She was surprised to find that she could insert her fingers into her hair without any knot. Smooth the top of the hair to the ends of the hair.

...Mr. Dazai didn't cheat on her?This unscientific!

"I only dried the roots of your hair for you. The ends of your hair are not completely dry. Let it dry naturally—is there any hair care essential oil?" Osamu Dazai put away the hair dryer while flipping through the cabinet, "Ah, I found it." He took the hair care essential oil prepared in the homestay, pressed two drops on the palm of his hand, then rubbed it into the slightly damp hair ends.

"I specially picked the flavor of lemon——Xiao Ba seems to like lemon flavor very much?"

The hair felt slightly pulled, but it didn’t touch the scalp, let alone hurt. Xiaoba smelled the faint fragrance of lemons: “I don’t have any special hobbies. Mom used to buy lemon-flavored shampoo and shower gel for me. I, Mr. Dazai understands this very well?" She thought of Mr. Dazai when she was drying her hair just now, although most of her attention was on the conversation at that time, she also noticed that her hair was not being pulled, let alone being pulled— —Is it a technique learned from grooming other people's hair?

"Did you mean blow-dry your hair?" Osamu Dazai, who had applied essential oils to the ends of his hair, let go of his hand and smiled, "No, I only blow-dried Xiao Hachi's hair."

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