Incorrect usage guidelines for the magic perimeter

At this time, it was raining heavily outside the building, but in Shibukawa Yao's eyes, the "road" of breath continued to bend into the rain—she stepped into the rain without hesitation.

She had to hurry up, otherwise the rain would soon wash away the last trace of perfume in the air.

However, when she circled half of the community's garden, she regretted that the "road" had disappeared out of thin air.

Because she was too anxious to go out and didn't bring rain gear, when the winter rain fell down Shibukawa Yao's face, there was a biting chill, and she couldn't tell whether she was starting to feel cold or enjoying the pain.

But it doesn't matter, at least I have chased here...

She closed her eyes, and opened her eyes to perceive it domineeringly and carefully.

Then, Shibukawa Yao found it.

She walked silently in that direction, and found a black-haired young man in a sand-colored windbreaker sitting in a lounge chair under the raised floor behind the floor with a slumped face in a daze.

His shoulders and hair were a little wet, as if he had rushed here to avoid the rain.

But Yoshi Shibukawa, who was originally full of anger, miraculously temporarily suppressed his anger the first time he saw him.

There is no other reason, Osamu Dazai looks too sad.

He was sitting alone under the dim light of the overhead floor, with a stagnant expression, as if his soul was no longer in this body, but had gone to a farther and more difficult-to-touch place.

Shibukawa Yao was a little hesitant to go over and ask this guy what he wanted to do, because before that, she really didn't expect that this guy would run over from Yokohama to find her after a disagreement.

Her footsteps didn't make any sound at first, and with the hidden aura of a master assassin, the heavy rain around her covered up all the sounds of her as a walking person... But Dazai seemed to feel something in the dark He raised his head abruptly, and when he saw her for the first time, he was obviously stunned for a few seconds, and then there seemed to be some light in his dim eyes.

He jumped up suddenly, and while running outside, he took off his windbreaker and put it on his head without hesitation, and rushed into the rain.

"Yao-chan, when did you come back?" Dazai asked after rushing in front of her.

Shibukawa Yao looked at his boyfriend who was protecting him from the rain, and saw that the rain instantly wet his black hair, flowing down his eyebrows and eyes.Her lips twitched a few times, and finally she replied softly: "Just now."

Dazai seemed to want to say something eagerly, but he suppressed the inappropriate idea of ​​talking, and changed his words: "Go in and shelter from the rain! Don't stand here!"

The man's trench coat was soaked.

Water comes out with almost a twist.

But the two people sitting on the lounge chair didn't care about the windbreaker. They were both adults with secrets, and they each had their own concerns.

Shibukawa Yao turned his face to look at the silent boyfriend, and felt that if he didn't speak first, the two of them could sit here quietly facing each other until dawn.So she pondered for two seconds before asking: "Dazai, why did you come here?"

Speaking of this, Dazai's tone became serious: "You don't answer my emails, don't answer my phone calls, and I can't contact you in any way...Why can't I come."

It was difficult for Shibukawa Yao to explain the reason to him, so he could only deliberately say in a very tough and particularly scumbag tone: "You are a smart person, and it is not the first time you are in love, so you should understand what I mean."

"Understanding is one aspect," Dazai's voice was dry, and he also turned his head to look at her, with undisguised sadness in his eyes, "but understanding is another aspect."

"Yao-chan, you are actually lying to me... right? You want to cover up another thing with something in the parallel world, because the cover-up of a secret usually requires the appearance of another secret." When he said this, he sipped unwillingly. He pursed his lips, but he couldn't help showing a hurt expression on his face, as if he had been stabbed suddenly, "Actually, I...it's true that I care about those things, but I want to know why all of this is more."

"There's nothing to say, or do you really need a reason?"

Dazai's pupils narrowed slightly, without the slightest retreat: "Need."

"When a relationship ends, the important thing is no longer the result, but the road that the two of you have walked together... And I don't feel it anymore." Shibukawa Yao's tone at the moment seemed to be joking, and seemed to be To say a serious thing is elusive.

Dazai didn't believe it at all, his face was very pale.

"Yao-chan, if you don't have feelings for me, why did you repeat what Oda said?!"

Shibukawa also snapped: "Do you think I'm doing this for you? Could it be that I took the initiative to ask you to pick the lock and enter my house and see something you shouldn't see! Can't I just fulfill someone else's entrustment!"

Osamu Dazai was speechless, for a split second he looked like a lost little boy, sitting there bewildered.

Shibukawa Yoshi, who felt that his words seemed a bit heavy, could only sullenly lower his head without saying a word.It happened that she saw her hand, which was white and slender, not stained with blood, and the phoenix tattoo on her wrist was faintly protruding from the edge of her sleeve.

It seemed to remind her: you have no time, you have to face the bloody things and life in your destiny.

The girl could only pretend to be calm and took out the finished copy of Oda's work from her pocket, and patted it in the opponent's arms.

Osamu Dazai looked down at the book, and did not rush to open it, but looked at her sadly: "In what name is this gift given to me?"

Shibukawa Yao tilted his head and laughed: "Happy breakup, Mr. Dazai. Thank you for protecting me from the rain just now."

Hearing this long-lost and unfamiliar address, Dazai's face was expressionless.At this moment, he seemed to be the condensed embodiment of some pain and anger in the world.

However, Shibukawa Yao forced herself to maintain a normal smile, and she continued: "I still have two books at home, you will come back with me later, I will get it for you, and you can go back to Yokohama..."

"No." Dazai said softly, "No."

"What?" Shibukawa Yao was surprised by his abnormality, and subconsciously said what was in his heart, "I thought you would like the gift Mr. Oda entrusted me to hand over to you."

"I'm not saying this to the gift, but to you." Dazai put his hand on the girl's shoulder, looking at her as if he was angry or pleading, "You once promised me... you You promised to treat me, Yao-chan, you can't just leave me like this!"

Although it only takes a little effort to break free from this insignificant confinement, Shibukawa Yao still couldn't help trembling in his heart when he looked at the man's eyes that seemed to be about to cry at any moment.

The girl clearly sees something called "pain" because she also has such complex emotions in her heart.

However, she heard that her own voice was so hateful and ferocious, but her tone was so calm that it was almost calm.

"... this moment, that moment."

I regret it.

Isn't it normal for adults to change their minds when they tell lies?

When she likes someone, she can go over more than a dozen floors of an underwater cruise ship to find him with all her injuries. Similarly, once she is ruthless, she won't blink even if she is stabbed a few times.

She Shibukawa Yao is the kind of bastard who is cruel to herself and others.

Osamu Dazai stared at her for a long time, the original childish and beautiful light in the kite eyes gradually fell silent, and finally turned into darkness like the night.In the end, he still didn't say anything, didn't try to stay, and didn't question anymore... He just let go of her shoulder reluctantly, took the book and staggered into the dark rain, and disappeared without looking back. up.

Everyone is right, he is indeed a smart person, and he will naturally not continue to force this relationship to continue after he realizes that things cannot be done.

Shibukawa Yao, who was sitting under the overhead floor, raised his hand and found that his fingers were trembling slightly, and he couldn't stop.She felt that her face was still a little wet, and wanted to wipe off the remaining rainwater, but belatedly realized that these drops of water... were hot.

So the girl gave up this behavior of restraining her mood.

"I'm a little worried about him." She said to herself, "It's good to have someone to accompany, but too many people have died for me, and he is not missing. Now, I find that the more I like what People, the more you want to push him away, so as not to be hurt by me or my enemies."

"Qing Guang, follow up secretly and protect him until Yokohama returns, there are still three days."

At some point, California Qingguang's body knife was held in her hand, and the black-haired and red-eyed boy Fu Sangshen was also summoned, standing silently behind the girl.

In the end he bowed his head and said: "Yes, I will leave immediately."

California Qingguang also left.

Shibukawa Yao, who watched them leave, activated the Flying Raijin Jutsu and jumped back to her house. It was just a few seconds during this period that she suddenly thought - she seemed to owe Dazai nine times the Flying Raijin game .

She stood blankly in the room without turning on the light.

After a while, there was only a sigh in the dark room.

-

As the sword Fusangshen, an essentially non-human spirit creature, California Qingguang has the invisibility ability similar to the "spiritualization" of the servants of the heroic spirits - of course, this is only recently opened as the master's ability becomes stronger The new skill is really useful for shielding ordinary people who can't see "inhumans".

But California Kiyomitsu was not sure whether Osamu Dazai, who possessed [Disqualification in the World], could see this clearly, so he could only follow from a distance, relying on the opponent's breath to track.

Then he saw the distraught black-haired young man brave the rain and walk to the entrance of the community, he reached out and stopped a taxi and left.

I'm going, how do I catch up with this?

Qing Guang looked around, but luckily he saw another taxi approaching. Fortunately, it was also in the "empty operation" state. He quickly jumped into the taxi and said to the driver: "Catch up with the car in front! I Give you a tip!"

The master just stuffed him with a handful of [-] yuan bills, so he doesn't worry about having no money these days.

"Okay." The driver picked up the walkie-talkie and was about to call the driver of the car in front to stop. It turned out that they knew each other...

"Wait a minute!" California Qingguang quickly interrupted him, "Don't disturb the other party!"

"Oh! I understand!" The driver suddenly understood something, "You are following him, right? It's like in a Hollywood movie..."

California Qingguang slapped the 1 yuan bill on the passenger seat angrily, "Uncle, please stop talking nonsense, please, chase after him, and don't disturb the other party."

"Okay, okay, I understand."

Having said that, the eyes of the driver who hastily accepted a tip of 1 yuan still showed eagerness to try.

Osamu Dazai felt exhausted physically and mentally, and it was rare for him to appear in such a bad situation that his soul was exhausted.

Although he made a lot of assumptions before coming to Tokyo this time, and even his colleagues in the Armed Detective Agency saw something was wrong, he still didn't expect that the story would end like this.

He is very clear that he is not in a good condition now, if he drives back by force, it will definitely be a third-rate Korean drama story development where the car crashes and people die.A gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall, Dazai thought he was not that stupid, so he just took a taxi and asked someone to take him back to Yokohama.

"Sir, let me tell you clearly in advance that if you have to travel to other cities on rainy days, our charges will increase by 25%."

"can."

he replied in a low voice.

Taxis in Tokyo are expensive, but what replaces them is an excellent service concept.

The heating in the car is sprayed, and there are disposable spare dry towels and free raincoats for guests to use.

Osamu Dazai wiped his dripping hair with a towel, and put the wet coat in his hand into the special waterproof bag inside the car.For some reason, when he was doing these things, his expression was suddenly in a trance for a few seconds, as if recalling some episode, and then returned to normal.

The heater was very warm, and the tired black-haired man leaned on the back of the seat in the car and fell asleep unknowingly.

In his sleep, he found himself sitting in front of a dimly lit bar, with spherical ice cubes floating in a glass of chilled whiskey.

Dazai looked at everything around him in surprise. This was the Lupin bar where the three of them often gathered before Sakunosuke Oda was still alive and before Ango Sakaguchi revealed his identity and defected to Hong Kong gangsters.

However, his eyes suddenly froze.

A man with dark red hair and wearing a black kimono was sitting on the fixed seat on his left, flipping through a book leisurely.It was the book in his arms that he hadn't had time to read.

"The adventures of the black cat and the priest... really interesting." The man praised straightforwardly, "Looking at the writing style and the story, if it wasn't for the different handwriting, I would have thought it was me who wrote it."

Dazai Osamu did not hesitate, but directly called out his name, as if he had rehearsed this scene hundreds of times in his mind so that he was so proficient.

"Odasaku...?"

Oda Sakunosuke raised his head, looked at his former friend, and found that there was no smile on Dazai Osamu's face, nor any frivolous expression—maybe there were too many accidents tonight, and the expression of this young friend was particularly dazed at the moment.

The former friend, now the hell ghost official who came in a dream, showed doubts unabashedly: "Dazai, you don't look well, did something happen to you?"

"There is one thing that made me..." Dazai was silent for a few seconds, then changed the subject abruptly, "Forget it, I'm glad to see you again, even if it's just a dream."

"Yes, I am also very happy to meet you here again."

Odasaku smiled faintly, and said with a hint of meaning.

The author has something to say: This Oda work is from [this world], it was written by another person in the parallel world.

Happy breakup.