15 Chapter 15

Something is wrong, something is wrong with Dazai Osamu.

Baili felt more and more strange as he looked at Dazai Osamu lying on the sofa. This strange feeling reached its peak when Dazai Osamu asked about the upcoming trip organized by his school.

He would never do that. Whether it was Bailibian or Dazai Osamu, neither of them would take the initiative to mention their own or each other's work or studies when chatting. Of course, occasionally accusing Mori Ogai of being a bad person did not count.

"Dazai, do you have any souvenirs you want?" Although Dazai Osamu did not express his wishes directly, Bailibian could clearly feel from his words that the other party hoped that he would participate in this event organized by the school.

In fact, even if Dazai Osamu hadn't mentioned it, Bailibian hadn't intended to refuse this trip. He just couldn't figure out what was so special about Osaka that was worth Dazai Osamu's mention.

Dazai Osamu, who had been sprawled on the sofa, stood up in a flash and rushed to Baili Bian. Their eyes met, and Baili Bian only heard Dazai Osamu say in the tone of a good girl betrayed by a scumbag, "We've known each other for so long, and you still have to ask me what I like! Baili, you really disappoint me! Humph!"

Looking at Dazai Osamu who slammed the door and left, Bailibian understood that the problem was not Osaka, but Yokohama, or rather, himself who was in Yokohama.

But where did Dazai get this information? Or, in his eyes, what was the danger that he could escape by leaving Yokohama?

on Monday.

Songxia was Baili's deskmate. In the early days, he was the teacher's sole responsibility to take good care of the new students. As a responsible monitor, he still diligently fulfills his mission of caring for his classmates. "Baili, do you want to sign up for this trip?"

"Of course, please ask the squad leader to help me register." Bailibian replied with a smile.

"I told you, Baili will definitely participate." After getting a positive answer, Panasonic happily wrote down the other party's name in the registration book.

Before Song came down to ask Bailibian, he heard students from the next class talking about Bailibian in the corridor, claiming that with his unsociable appearance, he would definitely be out of place and refuse to participate in group activities.

This was a strange situation. Although Baili Bian didn't really like to socialize, his classmates all thought he was easy to get along with, with a gentle aura that made people trust him. However, students from other classes thought he was aloof and even labeled him aloof.

Maybe it was because of the distance. Panasonic looked at Baili Bian who was sitting alone by the window reading a book, and silently confirmed his guess in his heart. If he didn't get close to him, there would indeed be a feeling of being difficult to get close to.

According to the school's plan, all students willing to participate in the trip must be registered on Monday so that the school can make the corresponding preparations. The trip to Osaka will depart on Wednesday and will not return until the following Tuesday.

Normally, no student would refuse to participate in such a large-scale trip organized by the school. Therefore, on Tuesday, the whole class discussed their plans for the trip together.

"Baili, what about you? Which one are you most interested in?" Panasonic looked at Baili, who had been watching silently, and brought up the topic.

Baili Bian looked at the itinerary in Panasonic's hand, carefully observed it for a moment, and then replied: "I think the special food seems good."

Others also took up the conversation, "I didn't realize Baili was actually interested in food. I thought you would be more interested in scenery."

"What do you mean! Isn't delicious food good? I like this the most too!"

"No, what I mean is, Baili is very suitable to sit by the window and enjoy the scenery, don't you think?"

…

The school schedule is very tight, and before I could catch my breath, Wednesday was already here.

It was at this moment that a strange phenomenon suddenly occurred.

After learning from the teacher that the school had allocated one less place for the class, Panasonic widened his eyes in disbelief, "There is one less place, how is this possible! Everyone in our class has registered, no one is left out!" In disbelief, he took out the personnel registration book he had written himself and counted them one by one to prove that he was not lying.

But when he got to the end, Panasonic discovered with embarrassment that it seemed that he had written too quickly, so there was an extra ink mark on one of the names, as if it had been crossed out.

Shame and self-blame leaped up from his toes, climbing all the way to Matsushita's brain, leaving a fiery red mark on his face.

Since his work went awry, he should bear the consequences. Just as Panasonic was about to express his willingness to give up the trip, Bailibian spoke up, "That's great! I was just wondering what to do. The cat I've been feeding has suddenly gotten sick and needs my care these days. I was worried that telling everyone would upset them, but now I have a legitimate reason to stay."

After saying this, Baili Bian even showed off his empty bag to prove that he was not lying.

It was time to depart. Baili said goodbye to his classmates in a casual manner and walked in the opposite direction of home.

Although the excuse was false, it was true that he did not intend to go on the trip. Even though Bailibian saw Dazai Osamu's plan, he still planned to stay in Yokohama.

How could he implicate others when he knew there was a crisis targeting him?

Bai Libian couldn't think of anything else that Dazai Osamu would avoid talking about, except the Port Mafia. But if the source of this crisis was the Port Mafia, then the target might not be him.

But, as the saying goes, it’s better to be safe than sorry.

If the other party really intended to kill him, then he would definitely not attack him directly. After all, his ability was not an absolute secret, especially the fact that he could not be injured.

At this moment, Bailibian was particularly grateful. Over the years, he had a close relationship with Murase, and relatively speaking, the only person in Yokohama who lacked the ability to protect himself was Murase. Therefore, he needed to stay by Murase's side for the next few days to basically ensure that he would not have any lifelong regrets.

Bailibian was talking on the phone as he approached the police station. At this moment, a commotion suddenly broke out in front of him.

A group of men in gray surrounded the curry shop.

Murase on the other end of the phone was still asking Bailibian what happened when he was told to hide and the call was hung up.

Bailibian ran towards the curry shop, and in his haste he accidentally dropped his cell phone. However, he didn't have time to bend down and pick it up - he was still 100 meters away from the curry shop.

Although the people of Yokohama who had experienced the turbulent years left the curry shop with the riots, they actually did not go too far, which made it quite convenient for Bailibian to sneak into the shop next to the curry shop.

Baili Bian didn't know how many men in gray there were, just as he didn't know whether this operation was prepared for him.

In fact, Baili Bian believed deep down that this accident was most likely not planned for him. If he wanted to threaten him, a living person would be more effective than a dead person. But he couldn't take the risk, because he did know the owner of the curry shop, even if they had only met a few times and even if they didn't know each other's names.

But what if the enemy hiding in the dark chooses the other party as the chicken to be killed to scare the monkeys as a provocation to himself just because of these few encounters?

Baili Bian didn't consider himself a saint. He couldn't sacrifice himself for a stranger he had no connection with. But he couldn't ask others to die for him either.

Bailibian successfully entered the curry shop from the rooftop through the shop next door. He arrived at the perfect time, as both the owner and the child were firmly attached to the bomb, with only 10 seconds left before it exploded.

Hearing the footsteps of death, the previously quiet and sensible children burst into tears during this last moment, and even the owner of the curry shop shed silent tears.

10, 9, 8, …, 3, 2, 1

The bomb exploded as expected, and the roiling flames enveloped the surroundings like surging waves of the sea. All the furniture was engulfed in flames, and even the ropes around my wrists gradually disappeared...

disappear?

At the same time as the explosion, the expected pain did not come. The boss, who was the first to react, was in disbelief. Before he could recover from the shock, he saw Baili Bian emerging from the corner.

Bailibian signaled the children and the boss to shut up and follow him closely. Although the gray-clad men had all left after confirming the bomb had exploded, they still chose to escape through the back door of the neighboring store to avoid being seen.

In order to prevent further accidents, Bailibian took the curry shop owner and the children to the safe house left for him by Rimbaud. It was not until he found Murase who had just arrived in the house that Bailibian finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Although he didn't think he would actually use this place when Rimbaud gave it to him, he still prepared enough food here to be on the safe side, so he could survive for 10 days or half a month without any problem.

After his breathing calmed down, Baili Bian learned the truth from the curry shop owner - the group of gray-clothed men were not coming for him, they were coming for the adoptive father of these children.

Although they had experienced a life-and-death moment, the children did not cry loudly. They waited quietly for the boss to tell Bailibian the whole story before expressing their gratitude to Bailibian one by one.

"It's nothing, but since those people haven't achieved their goal yet, let's all stay here for now." Baili Bian didn't plan to do anything else. He sat down in the corner, closed his eyes, and felt the happiness brought by peace.

Without resting for too long, Bailibian suddenly thought of Dazai.

"...It's Odasaku and Ango, both of them are really interesting..."

Oda?

Odasaku?

"Um," Bailibian couldn't help but ask his boss, who was comforting the children, "Is the children's adoptive father's last name Oda?"

"Yes, Oda, Oda Sakunosuke." The boss answered calmly, and then tentatively made his request, "Baili, can you give Oda a call?"