Guide to Part-time Work with Animals in Judaiime Club

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A silver-gray long-haired man in a kimono sat behind a desk with his arms folded, expressionless.Just sitting there, this person is like a mountain pressing down, majestic.

His face was full of years, but his eyes were as sharp as a sharp knife, and when he glanced over, he seemed to cut through the air directly.

Fukuzawa Yukichi, the president of the Armed Detective Agency, looked at the man whom he hadn't seen in nearly two months, his eyes were not surprised, but like a calm sea without any waves.

"Do you want to go?" He said flatly.

"Well, yes." The young man in a sand-colored windbreaker smiled, "Although I don't know what step Mr. Mori will take, but if he stays, the detective agency will definitely be affected."

"I'm not that selfish yet," he said softly.

Fukuzawa Yukichi stared at Osamu Dazai quietly for a while, but then changed the topic: "Who is that person you just brought back?"

Osamu Dazai was slightly taken aback, his astonished eyes flashed across his face for a moment, and then disappeared immediately.He chuckled again and raised his brows and eyes: "If I have to describe him, I think he should be called a man with a big heart and righteousness."

Fukuzawa Yukichi's gaze no longer seemed to be as oppressive as before.

The man who once bore the title of "Silver Wolf" was silent for a moment, and finally he raised his head: "For him?"

Osamu Dazai, one of the five former cadres of the port mafia, was able to occupy a high position at a young age, and his vision was so vicious that he could easily penetrate human nature.

As the president of this person, Fukuzawa Yukichi still knows what kind of talents his subordinates have.It is too rare for a person to be evaluated by Osamu Dazai in this way.

Osamu Dazai did not answer the man's question.

"For him?" Fukuzawa Yukichi repeated.

Wanting to leave the detective agency is not because he is now facing the situation of being "wanted" by the port mafia.It was because, for the sake of the man sitting in the office, he was going to do something dangerous later.And this incident is likely to severely deteriorate the relationship between the two societies, and eventually evolve into a scene of fighting.

Osamu Dazai sighed secretly.It is indeed Mr. "Silver Wolf", what a creepy intuition.

"President, there are some things that need to be seen through and not revealed." Although the words sounded a little bit like complaining, the tone was very serious.He straightened his posture and even lowered his eyes respectfully to this man.

There was silence in the private office for a few seconds, and time seemed to freeze.

Sunlight streamed in obliquely from the windows that were mostly covered by shutters, and the fine dust particles in the air could be seen clearly.

"Bring someone over tomorrow, Dazai."

"If what you said is true, and if you still have the will, I hope you all stay in the Armed Detective Agency." Finally, Fukuzawa Yukichi said.

The majestic giant mountain fell from the sky, and the giant mountain stood tightly in front of it, blocking the stormy waves that were about to attack.

Osamu Dazai once again showed a look of astonishment, probably regretting the president's decision.

"Okay." He smiled again.

Originally, I went to Sawada Tsunayoshi with an elation that was extremely rare in me.

As a result, before he could speak, he was interrupted by the brown-haired man——

"Dazai, let's talk."

As a result, the small tea room became a place for the two of them to talk.

When Sawada Tsunayoshi walked in, he closed the door of the tea room.Blocked a group of Butei club members who poked their heads out from the office not far away and wanted to eat melons.

Osamu Dazai leaned his back against the wall, quietly staring at the expressionless brown-haired youth.

"Book." Sawada Tsunayoshi simply said in shock, he put the book with the green cover into Dazai Osamu's hand. "Aren't you going to write something on it?"

Osamu Dazai looked down at the book poked on his stomach, but didn't move.

"To be honest, Tsunayoshi-kun." Osamu Dazai slowly opened his lips, "Actually, I don't have such a strong desire to write stories in books now."

The hand holding the book froze slightly and froze in the air.Finally, Sawada Tsunayoshi lowered his head slowly.

In the past few days, the hair on the forehead has grown a lot, covering his eyes.

"Gunji-kun."

"You said, can a person be resurrected after death?" He stared closely at Sawada Tsunayoshi with those iris-colored eyes that concealed an unknown meaning.

Can a dead person be resurrected?

Although I don't know why Dazai asked such a question, when it comes to this question, Tsunayoshi Sawada did not think about it at first.

Moreover, he had almost morbidly and selfishly longed for the vanished dead to appear before his eyes again.

But most of the rationality finally pulled him back to the level of reality.

"Sorry, Dazai." He shook his head, "I don't think so."

"Even if this person is resurrected again, it is absolutely impossible to be exactly the same as before."

The night Yuki died, Tsunayoshi Sawada stayed up all night after returning to the villa.

He knew that Osamu Dazai had brought the book back.He even thought about it, if he wrote a story about bringing Yuki back to life, would Yuki be able to realize his wish to return to Yokohama to meet his family?

He imagined.

And he hesitated for a long time, so that before he knew it, he smoked all the countless cigarette sticks in the villa.

When the bedroom was filled with clouds and mist, he slumped against the wall under the window, and finally gave up.

No one knows if the story of resurrecting the dead will ever become a reality.No one knew whether it was Inamori Yuki who appeared in front of him last.And Yuki Inamori himself will respond to the fact that he was "resurrected".

They have no way of knowing.

"Tsunayoshi-kun is right." Osamu Dazai nodded in agreement. "So, this book is meaningless to me."

Also Halloween night.

After receiving the [Book], Dazai Osamu did not feel the slightest joy.To be more precise, there were no fluctuations in mood.

He sat on the sofa chair in the villa in Tokyo, quietly staring at the book with the green cover.He opened the book and stared at the large blank space, but he didn't have any desire to write.

The clock hanging on the wall was always running forward. He played with the black fountain pen in his hand and stared at the pages of the book in a daze for nearly a night.

So much so that when he realized it, the sky was already dawning.

The idea of ​​longing for his friend to return to the world earlier was refuted countless times in his mind.Now he no longer even thinks of writing.

This world is so full of holes and corruption.

There is no point in living, and there is no point in dying.

Everything is meaningless.

Odasaku, if I really "resurrect" you by extraordinary means, even you will definitely be furious at me, right?

I won't bother you, I don't think I'm that bad yet.

So please sleep peacefully.

There is no point in living, and there is no point in dying.

It should have been like this.

It's just that Osamu Dazai has a kind of contradictory concept that completely contradicts his concept of life like "maybe life is meaningful".

For such uncontrolled changes, he chose to ignore them.

ignore.

Just ignore it.

Until one day, he discovered to his horror that he hadn't had the desire to commit suicide for a long time.

After passing by a store, I glanced at the thick beams through the floor-to-ceiling glass windows, but the next second I had was the impulse to go to the store to buy a cup of milk tea.

He stared wide-eyed, looking at the bustling crowd on the street, then lowered his head stiffly to look at the drink in his hand, his neck made a "creak-creak-creak" sound.

Waking up—fear.

Ignore - escape.

Rebuttal - failure.

It didn't work.

The more he wants to get rid of things that should not have occurred in his mind, the more intense those things will be.

When did it start?

Since when did these things spread uncontrollably, and finally took root in his mind when he was not prepared? .

He half-closed his eyelids, staring at the white hand holding the book with distinct knuckles from the corner of his eye.

"Gun Ji-jun, is there still a gap?" He asked.

He set off anxiously—he said he would be back in the afternoon.

The goal is clear - the destination is straight to Yokohama.

The book is still incomplete.

There are also fragments, and the location is in Yokohama.

The most intuitive change of Sawada Tsunayoshi came after he came into contact with the book - the book that fell just after he took it, and the fist that suddenly stood up and swung at him.

After he came into contact with the book, he must have known something.And, he got relevant information.

"Yes." Tsunayoshi Sawada hesitated for a moment, and even frowned slightly.

"Let me help you." Osamu Dazai blurted out without thinking, and even groped his chin for analysis: "Unexpectedly, this must be the last fragment."

However, he saw the man across from him shook his head slightly.On that gently curved face, there was a bitter smile at the end.

"Dazai, what is your stand to help me this time?" It was a very flat voice, but it seemed to be lurking with wind and clouds.

Osamu Dazai tilted his head.

Regarding this question, he couldn't think of the best answer for a while.

"If it's help that doesn't ask for anything in return, it's too heavy." The brown-haired young man withdrew his hand holding the book, his arm hanging down weakly.

"So, Osamu Dazai." Those brown eyes that had been drooping for a long time finally lifted up again, "Answer my question."

"What is your position to help me this time?"

Sawada Tsunayoshi opened the folding door of the tea room, and walked out with the book in the green cover in his hand.

Several members of the Gossip Detective Agency were about to lie down in front of the tea room door, and when they saw the door being opened unexpectedly, they stood up in embarrassment.

However, after seeing Sawada Tsunakichi's indifferent face, the original eager expressions on the faces of several members also froze with the hands that had just been raised and wanted to wave.

The gentle-looking brown-haired man nodded slightly to show his courtesy to the people in the corridor, and finally pushed open the door of the detective agency and left alone.

Atsushi Nakajima, who followed other seniors to eavesdrop on the gossip, looked into the tea room.

The black-haired man standing in it lowered his head.

Since his ability has been mastered more and more proficiently, Atsushi Nakajima has a sufficiently good hearing ability.

He heard Dazai-san laugh softly.

Not cheerful, not angry, not ironic.

If he had to describe it, Atsushi Nakajima himself couldn't believe that one day he would experience "confusion" and "bitterness" from Mr. Dazai.

He blinked and looked at the man who was still standing in the tea room, and then he heard the man whisper——

"what is it then?"

The author has something to say: I don’t know why, but I just want to have a dog’s head (doge) at this moment