[Bungo Stray Dogs] Ask: Shall we die in love together?

"Try it." I stood on the stool and held up a spoon to send it to Osamu Dazai.

"World-weary sang."

"Huh?" I tilted my head, looking confused.

"Is this some new method of suicide?" Osamu Dazai asked while looking at the dark soup while holding the brightly colored mushroom in his hand.

I shook my head, "No. I've always eaten like this."

I lowered my head and took a sip myself. Well, the taste is indeed a bit weird. It should be that I put less mushrooms.

I turned around and threw a handful of mushrooms in.

I stirred the soup vigorously.

I don't know why, but I suddenly feel like the old witch in fairy tales who wears a pointed hat, has a long nose, is short, and has a flying broom, doing dark adjustments with great interest.

I thought it might not be the same, the witch's condiments are all kinds of unspeakable things, how could my obviously normal dishes be the same as the old witch's dark condiments.

I nodded, thinking it made sense, and threw the processed crabs in by the way.

The crab's legs stick out of the soup, turning as I stir it.

I took the spoon and covered the pot.

"Wait for an hour or so?" I wiped the sweat from my brow, then put my hands on my hips.

"World-weary-san really thinks it's delicious?" Osamu Dazai leaned against the door, tearing the mushroom.

"That's right," I said as a matter of course, "The food cooked outside is really lacking. It's not as delicious as cooking it yourself. The taste is bland and quite satisfactory."

"Why, do you think it's not good?" I finally found something wrong, "What's wrong? Could it be that I put too little soil?"

"No," Osamu Dazai answered me solemnly, "You don't have to doubt the world-weary sang, your cooking skills are indeed very good."

I looked suspiciously at Dazai Osamu's serious face, wanting to see if he was fooling me, maybe he thought that this was dark cooking, one of the good choices for suicide.

"Really?" I asked.

Osamu Dazai looked at me, without seeming to be joking at all, and then nodded solemnly.

"Let me just say, it must be because of their poor physical function that they vomited and diarrhea after eating my meal before!" I laughed, feeling happy.

"I'll give you a full bowl later!" I waved my little hand, full of pride.

"Oh, by the way, World-Wanning-san," Dazai Osamu looked at me with nothing wrong with his face, "I wonder if there is a medicine cabinet at World-Wanning-san's house?"

I froze for a moment, "Yes," I said, "it's in the small room."

Osamu Dazai put down the mushroom and turned to the small room.

I frowned, looking for the medicine box should be treated because I was pinched by a crab and bled, but why do I always feel that this guy will do something wrong?

Like putting an antidote/poison/drug or anti-ejaculation medicine in your mouth.

I was a little hesitant, thinking about whether I should follow up quietly, but I looked down at the crab that had come to the kitchen in a "domineering" way, then turned my head and turned the fire to a low level, and jumped off the chair.

Forget it, let's clean up the crabs in the living room first.

In the living room, there is a particularly large rectangular glass tank with an opening on the top for ornamental fish. I carried the crab that ran into the kitchen and threw it into the open rectangular glass tank.

The living room was full of crabs, so I threw them into the glass tank one by one without any politeness. Whether they were fighting, patrolling, or resting and recuperating, they all went into the glass tank.

I looked at the crab in the glass tank, and I was in a good mood, and I had the idea of ​​raising it.

Raising some crabs is also good!There are ingredients anytime, anywhere, natural and pollution-free, and you can rest assured that you can raise them yourself.

I nodded, went to the kitchen to wash my hands, cleaned the living room, and then picked up my phone to check how to raise crabs.

I looked at it for a while, then turned to look at the crab again.

I'm sorry to bother you, but I think you look better when you're all red.

I looked up at the time. It was almost an hour. I went into the kitchen and turned off the fire. I lifted the cauldron with great effort and brought it into the living room.

"Dazai! It's time to eat!" I shouted excitedly to Osamu Dazai, and ran into the room to drag him out.

Osamu Dazai and I sat on a chair facing each other.

Black steam was rising from the hot pot in the middle.

Neither Dazai nor I moved.

"World-weary sang."

Osamu Dazai opened his mouth.

"Ok?"

I sat upright and looked at Osamu Dazai.

"The two of us definitely can't finish such a good meal. As the saying goes, good things need to be shared." Osamu Dazai said it clearly, and I tilted my head and thought about it and thought it was right.

"so?"

"So let's go find Chuya!" Osamu Dazai said excitedly, "He will be very happy to share it for us! Besides, Nakaya's house has a lot of delicious wine, which will definitely make us have a good time! "

My eyes lit up, "Wine? That's right, I forgot to put in the cooking wine."

So we hit it off, because the cauldron was too big to carry around, so I took the four largest food boxes, each with four crabs and full soup.

I stood outside the door holding the food box, and Osamu Dazai closed the door for me smoothly.

"Go now?" I asked.

Osamu Dazai shook the needle in his hand, "Of course, pry open the door of his room and sneak in. Today's task is light, and I should be back in a while."

"When he comes back, he will be able to eat hot black... No, it's umami food, he will be very happy." Osamu Dazai ignored the slip of the tongue just now calmly.

I looked at Dazai Osamu suspiciously, "Did you just want to talk about dark cuisine?"

"Huh? No, you misheard, Ms. World-weary," Dazai said.

I held the food box and walked side by side with Osamu Dazai without asking any questions. There was an unknown smell in the food box. I smelled it and thought it was not bad.

We walked in a good mood, and saw the lone ranger Akutagawa head-on.

Akutagawa also saw Osamu Dazai, so he stopped, bowed slightly to Osamu Dazai, "Mr. Dazai."

Dazai nodded.

I looked at Akutagawa, thinking about whether I should give him a taste of my handicraft, but I also looked at his thin body, and decided to forget it.

Maybe I will also have vomiting and diarrhea after eating. If I go to the hospital because of the trouble, it will be my fault.

Dazai turned his head to look at me.

I tilt my head, looking innocent.

Good boy, this guy actually wants me to be the villain and give Akutagawa this stuff, no wonder he asked me to bring an extra box.

What, is it to train Akutagawa's endurance?

Oh, no, why do I say that what I burn is called "this thing"?Do I feel bad for myself?

Forget it, don't worry about it, if you are a villain, you will be a villain, there is nothing to be afraid of.

I went up to Akutagawa and took out a box of food.

"This is the crab cooked by Dazai's father. It's his first time cooking, and we haven't tasted it yet!" My voice was soft, and my heart melted when I heard it.

Akutagawa's face was slightly astonished, I guess he now looks at people like me who usually want to hit a Rashomon at the first sight.

I stalked and forced the food box into Akutagawa's arms, not to be refused.

Akutagawa held the food box stiffly, "Mr. Dazai..."

"Take it." Osamu Dazai opened his mouth rarely, "Go back and eat."

"I... definitely! I will definitely live up to Mr. Dazai's wishes!" I seemed to see Akutagawa crying with excitement, although it didn't look like it on the surface.

Osamu Dazai nodded and pulled me away.

"I seem to see Akutagawa's tomorrow." I hugged the food box and said.

"Huh? What tomorrow?" Osamu Dazai spread his hands like I don't know anything.

"Tomorrow in the hospital." I turned my head to look at him and said.

"Oh, it seems that the world-weary-san still has a deep understanding of his cooking skills!" Osamu Dazai laughed.

I glared at Osamu Dazai viciously, "No, it's all burned, and it must not be wasted! It must be eaten!"

"Don't be so excited, didn't we find a helper?" Osamu Dazai walked happily and his voice was excited.

I thought about it and thought it was right, but one was obviously not enough, so I had to find a few more.

But, now I only know these few people here, and I really can't solve these crabs.

After thinking about it for a while, I decided to eat this crab dish with Osamu Dazai every day until it was finished.

I looked at Dazai Osamu who was humming in front of me, smiling sweetly.

Soon, Osamu Dazai and I came to the door of Chuya Nakahara's room. Osamu Dazai opened the door with a needle and his nimble hands.

We swaggered into the house.

Sometimes I feel that I am really too arrogant, and when I enter someone's house, I am ostentatious and undisguised, super invincible and shameless.

After thinking about it, I looked up at Osamu Dazai in front of me.

No, actually I'm not the most shameless, obviously Osamu Dazai is.

Osamu Dazai looked around Chuya Nakahara's living room, and was amazed at the rows of wine.

"My God, there is actually wine that has been brewed for 89 years!" Osamu Dazai touched here and there with a curious face, "Ah, there is this kind of wine that is about to be out of print! Oh my God, this is heaven! "

I put down the food box and looked up at the rows of wine, "Really?"

"Of course, oh, look," Osamu Dazai took down a bottle of wine and showed it to me, "This is the legendary good wine!"

I took a look, but didn't see anything, "Is the wine really good?"

"Oh, hasn't the world-weary sang drunk yet?" Osamu Dazai put the wine back and asked.

I nodded, "I haven't drunk it. Of course I won't touch it."

To be fair, I was a kid and I didn't drink alcohol.

"Oh? That's such a pity." Osamu Dazai said with a look of disappointment.

While we were chatting, the door opened.

The figure of Chuya Zhongyuan appeared at the door.

Zhongyuan Zhongye was taken aback when he saw us, he exited the room, looked at the house number, and then looked at us.

"Why are you at my house?" Zhongyuan Zhong also obviously hadn't accepted the reality yet, with a strange expression on his face.

Osamu Dazai showed his hands very embarrassingly, "Hey, Chuya, good afternoon~ Ah, by the way, as for how you got in, well, that's how you got in~ The door of Nakaya's house is really nice Pry it! It’s easier to pry than a world-weary one~”

"Ah, shut up, bastard Dazai!!"

Nakahara Chuya is also having an irritable day today.

The author has something to say:

Hostess: No, I'm not an old hag burning dark toner!

Osamu Dazai: This kind of thing must be shared with Nakahara Chuya.