Mr. Floating Dream just wants to write

Today's Yokohama is gloomy, the sky has lost that vivid blue and turned gray, which indicates the arrival of a rain, I don't know if it is because of the approaching summer, the rain always falls suddenly, pedestrians on the road Looks hurried, hoping to get home before it rains, in order to avoid the rain that is about to fall.

At this moment, the piercing whistle pierced the sky, attracting the attention of many people.

"What's the matter? Where is the fire?"

"I don't know, it's scary."

People whispered, their natural curiosity and the idea of ​​joining in the fun made them rush to the place where the incident happened.After a while, they were surrounded, and the responsible personnel stopped them to prevent them from being hurt because of unnecessary curiosity.

"This building..." Dazai Osamu and Kunikida Doppo were also among the crowd. The building that was on fire was a European-style building. Although it was burned by the fire, it could be seen that it was a shop. Although it's not clear what it does.

"I heard that the fireproof is a girl in a foreign dress."

"Huh? Too much."

Keen to capture the information about the sudden fire, Dazai Osamu and Kunikida Doppo glanced at each other, he took a step forward, with a smile on his face, he looked like a handsome man, "Miss, you guys The one who said it was fireproof was a girl in a foreign dress?" The two women looked at him, their cheeks were stained red, "Yes, some people said that they saw a girl in a foreign dress standing in front of this store before. .”

Osamu Dazai kept smiling, "What is that girl like?"

One of the women recalled, "Looks like long black hair, but the dress is quite eye-catching."

"Thank you, ladies."

Osamu Dazai suppressed his smile, and communicated with Kunikida Doppo, "It sounds like it should be Ms. Seaa. But I always feel a little strange." Kunikida Doppo nodded, "It shouldn't be her who set the fire, then she saw the fire. Is there anyone?"

"I don't know, I have to find her and ask her." Osamu Dazai and Doppo Kunikida set off immediately, and when they passed by the crowd, Osamu Dazai stopped suddenly and left a sentence for Doppo Kunikida, "I saw a Pretty lady, Kunikida-kun leave me alone!"

"Bastard Dazai!" Kunikida Doppo moved immediately, trying to catch up with him, but was blocked by the crowd. On the contrary, Dazai was like a nimble cat, shuttled through the crowd, and disappeared in Kunikida's body within a few breaths. In the line of sight alone.

Kunikida Doppo was fidgeting over there, but Dazai Osamu put his hand on the shoulder of the person in front of him.

"I fell in love with you at first sight. I don't know if you can die with me?" I don't know when he held the hand of the person in front of him with both hands. It was fair and slender, and it was a very beautiful hand.Looking up, the other party was wearing an umbrella and a long maid outfit. There was no wave on her beautiful face. The most important thing was that she was wearing a white lace eye patch to cover her entire eyes.

The person on the opposite side didn't answer, but just quietly maintained the movement between the two.Osamu Dazai stood up with a smile on his face, "Excuse me, are you a maid?" Although the other party was wearing a maid outfit, the umbrella was quite delicate. This incongruity made Osamu Dazai couldn't help but probe.

"Hello, I am indeed a maid. May I ask what you need?" Not only the expression on his face, but also his voice was extremely flat.

It is simply not to hide the place where you are different from others.Osamu Dazai sighed in his heart, rather, he already knew where the other party came from, only the husband was there, and he had nothing else to think about.It is a bit strange and natural to say that, although some of these books are well disguised, they all have one characteristic, that is, the feeling of being out of place with other people. This feeling is very subtle and difficult to describe in words, but it does not exist.

"I would like to ask, have you ever seen a girl with black hair and blue eyes in a foreign dress?" Dazai Osamu had a smile on his face, and he seemed to be a gentle and polite person, quite different from the person who invited women to commit suicide before. The difference, at least not so absurd.

"No."

The mercury-haired maid spat out a few syllables, and the answer was beyond his guess.

Crisp and neat.The maid bowed slightly to him and walked past him holding an umbrella.

Osamu Dazai looked at her leaving figure, the black and white clothes were solemn, he couldn't help squinting his eyes, and said in a voice only he could hear: "What is that?"

The kite-colored eyes suddenly widened, "Snake?"

The soul trembled, and even felt the fear that could not be expressed in words.

Not only on the arms, but even the mercury-colored hair seemed to be divided into several strands, and turned into a snake at the end. He seemed to see a huge mercury-colored snake. In the blink of an eye, everything disappeared, like an illusion.

Impossible, definitely not an illusion.

Osamu Dazai was sure that this was not an illusion.That sense of danger was fleeting, and it was almost the same feeling as that of the original husband, the natural disaster, but the breath of the usual husband was quite peaceful and light.

Suddenly felt a burst of coldness on his cheeks, only then did he realize that it was raining.

Not long after, the rain became heavier. Osamu Dazai looked at the sky helplessly, then wiped his face, his hands were wet, and the cloth soaked in water was a bit heavy, and the surrounding crowd had dispersed, leaving only Firefighters who are still doing aftermath work.Inexplicably, Osamu Dazai glanced at the burnt shop and keenly captured a line of words.

"This is?" He walked over. It was probably originally hung under the store door. Although it was made of brass, it was only slightly deformed because it was hung on the outermost door, and the writing on it could be vaguely read.

"Customizable dolls." Dazai Osamu read aloud, he glanced at the mess, he couldn't tell what kind of house it was originally, "doll shop"

Osamu Dazai had given up hiding from the rain, anyway, he was already soaked through, and within a short while, he came under the eaves of a family and began to think.

As a doll, Xi Ya was looking for her master when she first appeared in Yokohama. It is true that she said that she lost a lot of memories.The crowd said that it was her who was responsible for the fire, but no one could prove it, because she had no communication with the owner of the shop, probably because she thought of her own experience.

Xi Ya left quite hastily, and the two women before had not heard all the news.

To be precise, Xi Ya first stopped in front of the shop because the doll shop brought back her few memories. Later, she opened the door and came out not long after entering, looking quite bad.

And although this doll shop is relatively remote, it is not without surveillance, and the surrounding shops are also monitored, but it is strange that the surveillance of the doll shop broke down a week ago, while the rest of the shops with surveillance , either the doll shop was not photographed, or something went wrong.

"Anyway, in a week, although it seems to be occasional, almost every house has a malfunction, which is too strange."

So, a week ago, something happened in the dark that he didn't know about.

Osamu Dazai thoughtfully left the eaves. Rather than waiting here, he might as well go back to his home and take a hot bath.

He reached out to wipe his face, his hands were wet, and shook his hands with a slightly disgusted expression, but obviously shaking the rain in the rain didn't have any effect.

......

"Well, it's blooming well." Mr. Fumeng, who was holding a paper umbrella, straightened up, quite satisfied with the blooming of the flowers in the garden.

That's quite an incredible garden.

The purple sunflowers that only bloom in June and July bloom in the courtyard like this, one after another, blue and purple, two colors that are both cool tones are intertwined.

"Sir." Crexby stood on the edge, at this time she had taken off the blindfold, opened her eyes, and her silvery eyes showed no emotion, "I'm sorry, I only found part of it. I went to It's too late."

"However, Your Excellency Dazai should have discovered it."

Seeing Mr. Floating Dream holding the umbrella and walking towards the edge, Crexbe took the umbrella quite naturally. Before the water drops fell on the ground, the umbrella was completely dry, as if it hadn't been used.Crexbe followed behind the man and continued to report the situation, "Naraku is still in the process of training, but he already knows how the other party contacted Naraku."

Mr. Fumeng stopped in his tracks, looked sideways at the edge, the rain was falling, the startled deer was falling, and it looked extraordinarily ethereal in the courtyard.

"Leave it to Dazai. He can handle it."

Crashby lowered her head, "Then, I'll go and prepare some tea for you."

Standing by the edge, the man with his hands in his hands watched the heavy rain quietly. He and Cressbey were the only ones in the house. Oda Sakunosuke and the children finally met, so they went out together.Chuya is busy at the port of Mafia every day, more like an office worker than ordinary people.Slightly boring.As Fu Meng thought about it, he suddenly thought of something.

"Sir?" Opening the sliding door, Crexbe had already prepared some tea, which was steamed with water, almost traditional Japanese wagashi.

Mr. Fumeng sat down, "It's a little nostalgic, isn't it?" The golden pupils are like unsheathed sharp swords, hidden sharpness.

"Yes, I miss that time very much, and other people probably feel the same way." Cressby finally showed a slight smile, and then returned to her original calm look.

Mr. Floating Dream picked up the teacup, "Let's clean the study later. Some of them, it's true that I haven't seen them for a long time." Of course, the maid with mercury-colored hair would not object, "I hope they don't grow moldy." She said blankly , I can't tell if I really hope so, or I'm cursing.

"Although they are different from ordinary books, they are still books after all." Mr. Floating Dream doesn't really care much about them, but in a broad sense, they are all books, and they may indeed become moldy and hairy due to damp.

"If there is a book that is damp, moldy and hairy, I must laugh at it." Said such words in a calm, machine-like voice, which occasionally makes people feel strangely confused.Crexby stuck a piece of yokan with a stick and put it in her mouth.

"Humans really like to fuss about things like this." Crexby sighed as she looked at the delicately crafted desserts, which looked like works of art.

"But it's not bad, isn't it?" Picking up a sakura-shaped wagashi, Mr. Fumeng looked at it, and then bit it down.A small sip, but enough to spread the sweetness of the snack in the mouth, the slightly bitter tea neutralizes the sweetness well, making the taste in the mouth softer.

Crexbe nodded, "Indeed, it's good. Ah..." The maid's eyes with mercury-colored pupils looked like snake pupils, "Someone woke up."

"Who's awake?"

Crexbe took another bite of yokan, "The one who fell into Siberia, the two from ancient India and ancient Babylon are showing signs of awakening."

The man laughed lowly, "So that's the case, no wonder, Naraku was able to run out, which really surprised me."

There was a flash of interest in the golden eyes, "I remember, there was a book before? Give it to me." Crexby stood up and walked towards a certain room.

Although for the people here, the "book" in Yokohama is extremely crazy, but neither Emerald, Cracksby, or Mr. Floating Dream are interested in it.This feeling is like the feeling of high-dimensional looking at low-dimensional.

[ちょっと兴味を持たせました.

Made me a little bit more interested. 】

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I'm really not good at using my brain, and the previous lines are probably connected.

There is no update today, and it will be updated tomorrow.

感谢在2020-05-0623:16:44~2020-05-0717:16:12期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 40 bottles of Duvet;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!