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While accompanying her parents to the hospital, Kawakami Wakana specifically told the detective agency that she had indeed seen the label "one of the five signs of decay" on Fyodor and Gogol's heads.

Now, judging from Sigma's words, "the five signs of decay" is an organization name and not a title.

This is something that's truly chilling to think about.

After all, neither Fyodor nor Gogol were "members" or "leaders".

The person who can instruct these two...

Although the current clues are still insufficient, it is already evident what a dangerous enemy the leader of the "Five Signs of Decay" would be.

Therefore, Osamu Dazai decided to meet Pushkin at the Port Mafia building to see if he could get anything out of him.

At 5:13 PM, he arrived at the room where Pushkin was being looked after, along with Mori Ōgai, Nakahara Chūya, and Alice.

"Alice-chan..." Mori Ougai suddenly stopped at the door. "Aren't you going in?"

"Huh?" Alice exclaimed in dissatisfaction, "Why?!"

"...You'll be scared to tears."

"...?"

This made Dazai Osamu find it somewhat amusing.

After all, the only thing that has ever made Alice cry so far is his painting.

Upon entering Pushkin's room, they discovered it was plastered with posters of various zombies, vampires, and even Qing Dynasty zombies. Even the computer Mori Ōgai had lent Pushkin, which couldn't connect to the internet and could only play movies from a USB drive, was playing a horror film.

"..." Has Pushkin become addicted to horror movies?

A vampire movie is playing on the computer. On screen, a coffin is slowly opened, revealing a vampire count lying quietly, holding a crucifix.

"Why are you watching this movie again?" Mori Ougai asked.

"Mr. Mori!" Pushkin was startled by Mori Ougai's sudden appearance behind him and hurriedly explained, "When I first saw this movie, I felt that this scene was very familiar..."

"Damn it, now you know why we're so familiar?" Chuuya Nakahara waved his fist, signaling Pushkin to be honest and not try to lie.

"Hiss—" Pushkin was startled by Chuuya Nakahara's fist, took a few steps back, and immediately shouted:

"The leader also has this!"

“…?” Nakahara Chuuya and Mori Ougai exchanged a glance.

"It wouldn't be surprising if that guy bought himself a coffin as a bed," Dazai Osamu joked.

Pushkin: "Not as a bed!"

"...?"

Three pairs of eyes focused on Pushkin.

But Pushkin said nothing more.

"If it doesn't mean the bed, then it means—" Dazai Osamu stared at him slyly, "that vampires really exist?"

"..."

After what seemed like a long internal struggle, Pushkin finally said, "I don't know if they were vampires. But I saw it with my own eyes. The leader was talking to a coffin, I didn't hear exactly what he said. But I'm sure there was a crucifix inside..."

As Pushkin spoke, his eyes grew increasingly terrified.

A cross... a person?

Dazai Osamu was deep in thought.

Putting aside the fact that there is no evidence to prove that vampires do not exist in this world, it is not surprising that a vampire with supernatural abilities would appear among the many different types of superpowered individuals.

etc!

Vampire powers?!

He suddenly remembered the intelligence he had received from Pushkin last time—

Dostoevsky said "vampire virus".

Could it be—

…………

night.

I accompanied my parents to the hospital for a visit, and after dinner, I saw them off on the Shinkansen bound for Sendai. By the time I got home, it was already past 7 p.m.

In the Northern Hemisphere, it gets dark early in winter, and by this time, the sky is already clear with a bright moon and few stars.

Back at the detective agency's dormitory, Ruoyi had just entered the entrance hall when she saw someone sitting on the bed in the darkness.

If someone can sneak into someone else's room—

"Dazai? Is something the matter?" Ruoyi turned on the light.

But when she finally saw the person in front of her, her hand, which was still on the switch, suddenly felt as if it were filled with lead.

Why Fei Jia?

Kawakami Wakana instinctively reached out to turn off the light.

"Nekko, even if you turn the lights back on, you'll still see me." Fyodor bluntly shattered Wakana's attempt to deceive herself.

"..."

“So,” Ruoyi withdrew her hand from the switch and asked sarcastically, “you’ve come to me now not to warn me that the game isn’t over as long as you can still move freely, are you?”

"But it turns out you lost. Mom and Dad are definitely not my weakness."

“No.” Fyodor shook his head.

"I'm just here to give you a gift, to celebrate you officially becoming an enemy I can stand in my eyes."

"...?" Ruoyi laughed in exasperation.

Is this normal?

How can you celebrate after becoming enemies!

But when she noticed something placed in the corner of the room, her eyes widened in surprise.

All of them are photos of her playing volleyball during her middle school years.

Ruoyi's first reaction was that Fyodor was laughing at her for losing her original dream. But when she thought about how he had been happy for her when he was still a "Lucian", she suddenly didn't want to assume anything maliciously about him.

After all, just as her experience with the Lucia people was real, the emotions that volleyball evoked in her were also real...

Unfortunately, now is not the time.

"The five signs of decay in a celestial being," Ruoyi suddenly said.

Fyodor: ?

“I saw Sigmar. He came as a sign of the signs of decay,” she said. “But what’s strange to me is that you weren’t the leader this time.”

"Why do I have to be the leader?" Fyodor asked curiously.

That's because the person who can give you instructions is unimaginably terrifying!

Just as Ruoyi was about to say that, a sudden headache struck again.

Could it be...?

Another memory of Fedya?

But the situation seems to be a little different.

What she saw were the faces of Fyodor, Gogol, and Sigma flashing by, followed by a pointed-eared man lying in a cold coffin, and then—

"...?" Why is there a mosaic?

On the person whose entire body was blurred out, only the two characters "Shenwei" were clearly visible.

Kamui...

Could this be the leader of the "Five Signs of Decay"?

She tried so hard to see the other person's face clearly, even wishing she could open her eyes so wide they would burst out of their sockets, but the mosaic refused to disappear...

"Ugh—" By the time she realized what was happening, Ruoyi had already vomited all over Fyodor.

Fyodor: "..."

Kawakami Ruoyi: "..."

This scene seems a little familiar...

But Kawakami Wakana wasn't in the mood to care about any of that right now.

Perhaps it was because she had seen Sigma's memories and information about the Five Signs of Decay of the Celestials all day, and the mental strain of trying to see who Kamui was, but Ruoyi suddenly felt extremely dizzy and her vision began to black out after regaining consciousness. She had no time to dodge, her legs gave way, and she collapsed towards Fyodor…

"...?!"

Nice.

Now Fedia is really going to kill himself, isn't he?

…………

Fortunately, the dizziness was only temporary. The discomfort lasted only a moment before disappearing. Her vision also became clear. Kawakami Wakana sat up, staring blankly at the blanket covering her.

She then remembered what had just happened.

It seems that Fedia helped her up and made up the bed for her...?

But clearly...

Given her condition, he could have easily killed her!

Oh, right! Feda!

Ruoyi sat up and looked him up and down.

The tatami mats had been cleaned and dried, but there was no sign of Fei Jia in the room.

They must have left...

After all, this is the dormitory of the Armed Detective Agency, and the president lives nearby. If she shouts, Fedia might not be able to escape at all.

Given his personality, he wouldn't leave himself in enemy territory for an extended period unless it was part of a plan.

Thinking this, Ruoyi got out of bed. She planned to go to the bathroom for a quick wash and then go to sleep early.

So she slowly stood up, grabbed her pajamas, and went into the bathroom. But as soon as she opened the bathroom door, her hand paused slightly.

Someone's there!

The bathroom, with the lights on, was filled with the steam from the hot water that you only see when you take a shower. The shower curtain was also tightly drawn, and you could vaguely see some water droplets under the light.

More importantly, she could vaguely see the figure of a person through the shower curtain.

"..."

"..."

"…………!"

Ruoyi's clothes fell to the ground.

She'll be in her room's bathroom at that time, and only one person can be there.

"Fei...Fei Jia?"

She asked cautiously.

“What,” Fyodor said calmly through the shower curtain, “you got my clothes dirty, and you won’t even let me use your bathroom?”

"Or do you think it's okay to go out wearing clothes covered in vomit?"

"..."

At this moment, the memories of her death began to attack Ruoyi.

Only then did she notice the pile of dirty clothes on the ground.

"Then, what do you want to change to?" Ruoyi asked subconsciously.

"I'll have Gogol find me a set later."

"No, no need for that!" She quickly picked up the clothes from the floor and was about to rush to the tap to rinse them off. "I have a dryer! I'll wash them for you!"

After all, Fei Jia personally helped her to rest when she was feeling unwell and even cleaned up the tatami mats that had been soiled. It was something she should do to help with such small things.

"It'll be quick, within an hour. I'll try to be as fast as I can. If you get too hot, add some cold water! If it's still not hot enough, wear a bathrobe for a while."

With that, Ruoyi quickly closed the bathroom door, threw Fyodor's clothes into the washing machine on the balcony, tossed in a laundry ball, and then breathed a sigh of relief. She slid down and squatted in front of the washing machine.

For some reason, even though it was a winter night and a cold wind was blowing on the open balcony, she felt a surge of heat flowing from her heart and spreading to every nerve ending with her blood circulation.

Was it because you ran too fast just now?

"..." Listening to the buzzing of the washing machine, Kawakami Wakana rubbed her burning cheeks.

She should hate him.

But why do I still blush when I think of him silently cleaning up the mess?

In the bathroom, Fyodor wiped away the blood flowing down his nose and, as Ruoyi had just instructed, added some cool water to the bathtub.

Then he submerged the area below his nose in the water.

This bathwater...

It is indeed too hot.

[Author's Note]

This is so exciting, can I leave a comment? (bu)

Small Theater

If your bathroom doesn't have a shower curtain, be like

Ruoyi: Hentai—! (Throws towel, toothbrush, cup, etc.)

Fei Jia: ? You were the one who barged in!