People are in Yokohama, the vest is fully open

Fukurohui didn't say anything, he walked quietly to Osamu Dazai's side and helped him dry his hair.

Osamu Dazai said unexpectedly about his actions, and it was rare that he didn't do anything to make Fukuroi feel uncomfortable.

However, when Megumin Fukuro dried his hair, Osamu Dazai, who had been silent all this time, suddenly said, "Megumin..."

Fukuro Megumi rolled up the hair dryer cord in her hand and looked down at Osamu Dazai.

Osamu Dazai blinked. He looked into Fukuroe's calm dark blue eyes and asked, "The clothes on your body—and these things," he said, referring to things like a hair dryer and a change of clothes: "What's the matter?" thing?"

Fukuroe, who hadn't expected this question at all, was taken aback, didn't Yuu say that Osamu Dazai wouldn't ask this?

At the same time, Hoshino Yuu heard Dazai Osamu's words, his hands trembling while looking through the shopping cart, and he accidentally pressed the transmission button.

The clothes that looked like a small mountain appeared out of nowhere, and before Megumi Fukuro and Osamu Dazai raised their heads in confusion, before they could react, the complete set of young men's clothing fell down directly.

——Almost in the blink of an eye, the piles of clothes that appeared out of nowhere buried Osamu Dazai who was still nestling on the sofa.

Fu Heihui (perplexed): ....?What's happening here?

Could it be that Yu saw that something was going wrong and planned to kill him directly?

Yu Hoshino (Petrochemical in situ): The cat is suffocating.jpg

Now rewind and start again, is it still too late to return the goods directly?

...........

Although Osamu Dazai seemed difficult to get along with, before he knew it, Megumi Fukuro had lived with Osamu Dazai under the same roof in his apartment for nearly a month.

During this month, although Fuguro Megumi and Dazai Osamu would occasionally feel that each other was extremely intrusive, they actually managed to get along smoothly without much friction.

Kei Fukuro saw the date marked on the bill when he received the envelope of the bill owed by Osamu Dazai today, and he suddenly realized the passage of time.

It's been......almost a month......

But it's weird...... still no news, Fu Heihui lowered his eyes, and silently refolded the envelope, listening to Hoshino Yuu asking him what he was going to cook tonight.

"Tonkatsu, rice with vegetable miso, and miso soup." Megumi Fukuro replied.

"Alright," Hoshino Yu said, "Today you ran outside all day looking for weird traces, and at night eat a little more to nourish your body."

The expression on Fu Heihui's face softened a bit, and he didn't say anything like that he wouldn't grow a body anymore.

"En." Fu Heihui just obediently agreed, and he continued to listen to Hoshino Yu, wondering where the rest of the weirdness was hidden.

While chatting with Hoshino Yu, Fu Heihui picked up the vegetables he bought from the supermarket, and he closed the mailbox at the door.While Fukurohui went upstairs with ease, he took out the key to Osamu Dazai's house from his pocket.

As soon as he opened the door, Fukuroi saw the wet Dazai lying directly on the sofa.

Sighing, Fu Heihui put away the things in his hand, silently took out a suit of clothes from the bedroom and walked to Osamu Dazai who closed his eyes.

Although Osamu Dazai heard the footsteps, he was lying on the sofa with his eyes closed, still not bothering to pay attention.

"Get up," Fu Heihui looked down at the wet man and said, "Change out the wet clothes."

"No." Osamu Dazai didn't lift his eyelids, he said half-deadly, "You're so annoying."

"Crack!" Fukuro Hui slammed a stack of clothes and bath towels on Dazai Osamu's face, and Dazai Osamu who was suddenly attacked frantically pulled the heavy clothes: "I'm going to die, I'm going to die!" , I'm going to suffocate to death!"

"Huihui, you are so cruel——"

Kei Fukuro watched helplessly as Dazai Osamu struggled in the pile of clothes, getting more and more messy, and finally emerged a pale and handsome face from the pile of clothes, the hair around his face stuck to his cheeks like seaweed On: "嘿嘤

Hey, Huihui, you have changed. "

Osamu Dazai, who was wrapped in a bandage, wept and complained: "...a month ago, you would still fish me out of the river~~"

Fu Heihui, who was accused of changing his mind, took a deep breath, "Get up."

"Don't!" Osamu Dazai suddenly lost the vitality just now, and collapsed on the sofa weakly: "I'm so tired."

"You are not allowed to eat until you change your clothes."

Megumi Fukuro, who was still a middle school student but already had a reliable masculinity, said calmly.

Osamu Dazai: ...All right.

..................

"Are you still angry? Megumi~~" Fugurohui just picked up the cooked vegetables and was draining the water when he heard Dazai Osamu's haunted voice behind him: "I'll take off the sofa cover in a while Throw it in the washing machine—”

"The mat has to be taken down to dry." Fu Heihui added calmly.

"Huh?" Osamu Dazai didn't want to cause trouble for himself any more, he pretended to be stupid and said, "It doesn't matter if you don't need it, it's not too wet at all", then hurriedly changed the subject and talked about other things : "Did Huihui find any traces related to weirdness in the past few days?"

Hearing that Osamu Dazai was talking about serious business, the disapproval on Fu Heihui's face dissipated a little, and he pursed the corners of his lips and said, "Not yet."

"Hey, why hasn't there been any news for so long?" Osamu Dazai said hypocritically, "Wouldn't it be that Megumin will continue to be my live-in aunt for a long time, it's too hard~~"

"...." Fuguro Hui turned to look at Osamu Dazai who had no regrets on his face, and said in a neutral way: "If you don't want to drink sweet miso soup, you can shut up now Go dry the sofa cushions."

"Well..." Osamu Dazai did not leave, but said leisurely: "When I was at work today, I just heard Mr. Ranpo talk about some strange cases... ..”

"At first, I thought it might have something to do with the weirdness you mentioned. I wanted to chat with you about the details of the case and analyze it together..." Meeting Fukuroe's gaze, Dazai Osamu He smiled and said, "But now—"

Osamu Dazai dragged his voice out and said, "Suddenly I'm so tired that I almost don't have the energy to speak......"

"...What can I do with this?"

While Osamu Dazai was playing tricks without changing his expression, Megumi Fukuro's gaze stayed on his face for a while, and he answered Dazai Osamu's question after a pause: "I'm going to dry the sofa covers and air the sofa cushions in a while. .”

"Maybe?" Osamu Dazai touched his completely deflated stomach, and he said half-jokingly: "Speaking of which, it would be great if there is a curry bento with fried pork cutlet for lunch tomorrow...... "

"Hui Hui, what do you think?"

"........Can."

Fu Heihui finally looked back, he turned on the natural gas, poured golden yellow peanut oil on it, and his eyes fell on the frying pan, which heated up the oil pan.

"..." Osamu Dazai stared at the back of Megumi Fukuro, the smile on his face dissipated a little, with a little perceptible confusion and strangeness: "Aren't you going to be angry?"

"There's no need for that," Fu Heihui poured the pre-adjusted soy beans into the pan that was already emitting white smoke, and said calmly, "It's just an exchange of equivalent value. If you can really help me find the strange It’s nothing to ask for such a small matter.”

It's so strange...

"benefit?"

Osamu Dazai was suddenly puzzled. He leaned against the cabinet at the entrance of the kitchen and looked at Kei Fukuro who was cooking with his back turned to him in an apron, and asked, "Why are you working so hard to survive?"

It was the first time Dazai Osamu did not call Fukuroe by a strange nickname like a joke, and he was genuinely confused at this moment.

Fu Heihui, why are you so serious about running around for the weirdness of their world?

Although he knew that this was a job assigned to him by their company, Osamu Dazai still

I don't understand.

The employees of the White Crow Book Club, counting Mr. Ranpo, Dazai Osamu had met four people back and forth before Fukuroe, but no matter which one of them, Dazai Osamu had never felt this incomprehensible feeling. Confuse.

— This feeling is as inexplicable as watching a cat practice a dog's Frisbee skills.

Where did this strange idea come from... Probably because Fu Heihui is the same kind of person as him?

Anyone who said this would widen their eyes in amazement, and ask Osamu Dazai if his head had a fever and he was not sober because of entering the water.

After all... Megumi Fukuro, a good-natured kid who lives a serious life, and Osamu Dazai, who is always listless, skips work, commits suicide and has a dark heart, really can't see anything in common except that they are both tall and handsome.

But Osamu Dazai had such a feeling inexplicably, what is the basis for it... Dazai Osamu stared at the busy back of Megumi Fukuro, thinking: ...... he In Fu Heihui's body, there is no desire to live.

This is not to say that Fu Heihui has a negative tendency to commit suicide or self-destruction, but... For him, the only reason he is alive now is because he is still alive, and the reason why he works is because he has to work .

With this in mind, he worked hard without reservation.

But...... Osamu Dazai has an inexplicable certainty for no reason. Once there is any legitimate reason to ask him to sacrifice or hurt himself, Fukurohui will probably easily accept this fact and choose what he thinks is right matter.

This feeling is really strange, Fu Heihui seems to be the complete opposite of him, but also seems to be vaguely similar to him.

Rarely, Osamu Dazai's pure curiosity without any other reasons was suddenly aroused: "Mei, why didn't you die?"

He sincerely asked humbly with incomparable curiosity.

Hearing Dazai Osamu's question, Fukuro Hui did not even turn his head. He deftly spooned the stir-fried sauce in the pan into two bowls filled with rice, and replied: ". ......Miso soup."

"Huh?" Osamu Dazai didn't respond.

Fu Heihui glanced at him slowly and said: "If you drink a bowl of miso soup after eating the sauce meal, you will feel very happy."

"That's all?" Osamu Dazai asked with his eyes wide open.

"That's all." Fu Heihui replied without surprise.

"Ha." Osamu Dazai tilted his head and smiled lowly, as if he had heard something funny, the smile on his face brightened.

Fukuroi finished serving the rice, he just turned around with the bowl in hand and saw Osamu Dazai's bright smile with 'bad intentions'.

"Do you have any comments?" Fu Heihui squinted at him, his tone was calm and seemed to be hiding something.

"How come?" Osamu Dazai shook his head with a smile, and then, with a little teasing in his Qingyue voice, Osamu Dazai said with a smile: "This is... really cute Kei What will Hui say?"

Fu Heihui pouted, and he walked past Osamu Dazai carrying two bowls full of rice with vegetable sauce. Fu Heihui gave him an elbow as he passed by: "Shut up, come and eat."