Leader Zai and Despair Raids the World

"...What's the matter, this expression?"

Bob asked softly.

The man was still dressed in a jet-black suit ready to go to work and blow someone's head off with a bullet.

It's just that he is leaning against the door of the open and open living room, and his movements and posture look very leisurely.

However, in the hand that is used to holding a gun, there are exquisite and expensive teapots and tea sets on the tray.

Just by looking at this set of accessories, you can tell what a man is here for.

Bourbon walked into the living room, his footsteps were silent, and he stood still in front of the couch.

"Can I sit here?"

the man asked.

For some reason, when he was alone, Bourbon seemed to deliberately eliminate the unfathomable danger from his body.

It seems more gentle and hearty.

The boy sitting on the couch moved slightly.

He didn't look up, but just casually folded the paper in his hand and put it aside.

As for this question, Dazai only nodded slightly.

Bob sat down.

The sofa leaned slightly under the weight of an adult, and the strange body temperature gradually approached through the air.

Bourbon sat politely at the other end of the couch, keeping a good distance from the young master who resisted physical contact with other people.

The sound of water pouring can be heard, and the unique sweet aroma of fruits gradually overflows in the air.

"Don't worry. It's grapefruit honey water, not sweet."

Bourbon, who has carefully observed the boy's preferences in the past few days, said this with confidence.

"I'm not going to give tea to an eight-year-old. If you don't like drinking milk, at least you should drink enough water every day."

A white porcelain teacup that even a child could hold in one hand was delivered to him, Dazai felt speechless and silent for a while, and like all compromises in similar scenes, in order to avoid unnecessary verbal disputes and waste of time, he simply accepted it. come over.

...Under Bourbon's urging eyes, he reluctantly took another sip.

The drink at the right temperature is really not sweet.

The unique fragrance of grapefruit lingers on the tip of the nose, while the honey water seems to take away the bitterness in the depths of the mouth.

Dazai simply drank the whole small cup.

Bourbon, who was sitting next to him, seemed to be in a good mood because of this, showing a sparkling smile that could light up the whole room.

He took the white porcelain cup from the child's hand and filled it up again.

This time I didn't hand it to Dazai, but just placed it on the coffee table in front of him, within easy reach.

"Do you want to talk now? The reason for that expression just now?"

Bourbon asked gently, and made a joke in order to ease the atmosphere: "Could it be that Belmode put "No Place in the World" in the data and showed it to you?"

He even complained.

"I always believe that Japanese students should not read this book until they are at least of adult age. Don't rely on your intelligence to read all kinds of books."

"..." In such a warm and relaxed atmosphere, Dazai raised his face and looked at him speechlessly.

"You..." Dazai didn't know what to say, and his face was full of helplessness, "Would you... just put a blanket on me? Then pat me on the shoulder and tell me 'don't be afraid, it's okay'?"

The young child sighed from the bottom of his heart:

"How is it? Is there a sense of déjà vu?"

Bourbon, who has also watched a lot of gangster movies: "..."

For a moment, he didn't know how to react.

[The barrage has finally unfrozen.

"Thank you, Touzi..."

"Thank you, Anji, for saving my dog's life..."

"I was almost crushed to pieces by reality..."

"I'm sorry, it's so cruel, I really burst into tears!!"

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

"But! But!! In our real world, ahhh, the writers really, really—"

"Why!! I really have a hard time feeling for all kinds of literary giants, woooooooooooooooooo!!!"

For some reason, there have been a lot of confessions, such as "Mr. Akutagawa!!!", "Wuwuwu Chuya, your poems are really great!! Did you hear that!!", "Zai, my Zai Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo", "My forever white moonlight rogue pie, ah, I love you!" and so on.

Some people agreed on the barrage that this year's "Cherry Ji" will put a bouquet of flowers in front of Osamu Dazai's grave.

None of the three people spoke.

They felt the sincere and pure eternal love that spanned time, space and dimensions, and smiled slightly.

It wasn't until the emotions buffered for a while that the barrage finally recovered and laughed at Bourbon.

"This... can you really beat the horse?"

"Just through Gong An Ji's way of questioning—is there still the atmosphere of the police department subconsciously comforting the victim!!"

"I didn't expect it, I didn't expect it, tsk tsk tsk tsk. Deng Yao.gif"

"Touzi didn't care about his intentions. This way of losing the horse is even more outrageous than the "zero" in the original book. It makes me laugh to death."

"So it's true that the leader, Zai, didn't judge through various clues like a detective, but directly read people's hearts, right? Let me shout awesome first!"

"Well, in short, let me let you know that the leader, Zai Zai, is a good boy even if he loses his memory! I never thought of killing all the fake wine, so kind and gentle, my Zai!!"

"Hahahaha, the sister on the left closed her eyes and blew, and my face was frozen with laughter—why don't you think that You Zai is fishing like crazy and doesn't want to work at all?"

"I lost my head laughing. Judging by the reaction, Zai Zai already knew about it? But he didn't bother to say a word at all hahhhh"

"...and on the other hand, Master Qin still wants to let the young master inherit the family business hahahahaha!"

The barrage burst into laughter, and for some reason the painting style suddenly changed to:

"Gin Jiu did his best, this battle cannot be fought——!!!"

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...It's a pity that Bourbon didn't know how many layers of vests he was wearing, and they were all stripped clean under the three-dimensional barrage.

In short, there was a stiff pause for two seconds, the man put on a smile again, but gritted his teeth for some reason, and abruptly brought back the topic:

"So? I've asked this for the third time, young master?"

Dazai shook his head with a "tsk tsk", but as if his mood had improved, he shook his calf that couldn't reach the ground.

"There is no No Longer in the World," Dazai finally replied to Bourbon, "I don't want to read Osamu Dazai's book either."

He lowered his head and unconsciously fiddled with the tassels on the armrest of the sofa with his fingers.

The tender fingers belonging to children shuttle between different colors.

"As for 'emoticons,' or something."

"I just……"

"Just a little disappointed."

Dazai said with a quiet smile.

In that smile, there was something that seemed to have been expected.

but.Still can't help feeling sad about it.

"I thought that writers could die in their old age...something like that," Dazai smiled, "It turned out not to be."

Bourbon obviously did not expect such a childlike, innocent and dreamlike reason.

He was shocked by this reason, and he felt that this wish was hardly something that would come from Dazai's mouth, and he also felt a little soft in his heart because of this childish speech.

"That was not an easy thing to do. Japan's national conditions were not good at that time, and it had gone through World War II..." Bourbon briefly explained a few sentences, and then started from key words such as "war, Osamu Dazai, and children" On, a sudden inspiration flashed:

"Although I don't recommend you to read "Disqualification in the World" now, but I will recommend you the other "Yujia Papyrus."

Bourbon introduced it familiarly.

"It was also during the war. In order to avoid the air crash, Osamu Dazai took his daughter to hide in the air-raid shelter, told her daughter a story, and wrote this fairy tale for this reason. It is a very good work and it is worth reading."

Dazai wrinkled his nose as if he had just eaten a sour candy:

"I don't even know whether it's better to complain about 'avoiding the plane crash', or 'Osamu Dazai coaxes his daughter', or 'Osamu Dazai writes fairy tales'..." The child pointed out all the points in quite sharp language, And mercilessly rejected Bourbon:

"No. Don't. I definitely don't want to read Dazai's books. Not any of them."

Bourbon is still not quite giving up, "Hey...? At least there must be some other connection, right? Could it be just a simple duplicate name?" He sat on the sofa with his arms crossed, tilting his head while thinking in distress, For some reason, he looked very young, "Then, what are your hobbies? Place of birth? Habits? Dietary preference?"

With almost nothing to say, Dazai looked at the unconscious adult whose focus was gradually tilted to the horizon: "..."

The unconscious adult didn't notice at all, he just kept chanting, and he didn't know who he was competing with:

"It is said that Mr. Wenhao Dazai is a wine tycoon. He can drink and drink quite well. It is no problem to drink up the sake that was rationed at that time. Oh, of course it is impossible to give you alcohol. Don't think about it... Besides, it is too expensive to spend money. I don’t have the concept of money, once I mortgaged Tan Yixiong in the store to borrow money, and it never came back... Oh, I remembered,” Bourbon clapped his hands happily: “Osamu Dazai seems to like eating crabs very much. Oh. And you? Do you like it, young master?"

Facing the look on the other side who is eager to try for some reason, the boy has no expression on his face.

"...I don't know," Dazai said frankly, "but I'll tell you the truth: I won't be happy enough to want to live no matter what I eat. You'd better not waste your energy on this."

Bourbon, however, ignored him at all.

This person—to be more precise—all the senior members of the Twilight Pavilion have consciously developed the initial habit of blocking keywords.

Bourbon nodded to himself as if he hadn’t heard what Hei Ni said:

"Then let's eat crabs for the next dinner."

Leader Dazai: "."

This person was also saved.

He blanked his eyes for a while, allowing Bourbon to mutter heartily beside him for a while, as if he had suddenly changed his personality.

Only when the other party finally decided to stand up and make himself clean, he raised his head and asked:

"Do you, like 'Dazai Osamu' that much?"

Bourbon looked down and smiled.

"I don't ... hate," Bourbon said. "The critic Takeo Okuno once said: 'Whether you like Osamu Dazai or hate him, whether you affirm him or deny him, Dazai's works always have an incredible magic. For a long time to come, Dazai's vividly depicted works will touch the soul of readers, and people cannot escape'."

"That's my opinion too."

In this short moment, Bourbon smiled with a tolerant look that belonged to adults.

"Your sight can also see through the souls of others."

Bob said softly.

"Dazai."

This was the second time the man called Dazai Osamu's name.

"If you were more gentle, how hard would it be?"

Dazai was taken aback.

On the small face that belonged to a child, the unpredictable expression changed for a while, and finally, all expressions disappeared together.

"--Thank you."

Dazai said coldly.

"But, I still am."

"The most annoying-"

"'Dazai Osamu'."