Probably settled down.

With Oda Sakunosuke's intervention, the two finally calmed down and thought about the problem. In the end, the two came to a special conclusion.

Either she or I, either I or he.

Oh, let’s talk about it when Oda Sakunosuke is here.

"Sit here for a while." When Oda Sakunosuke asked the two problem children to sit down, he paid special attention to the position of the black-haired girl and helped the girl tidy up her clothes.

The black-haired girl sat at the bar, her eyes curved into two small crescents. The clothes she wore looked extremely clean, as if she was a true messenger of the gods in the shrine.

But Dazai Osamu was sitting there and saw the girl's expression and sneered and let out a sound.

Dazai Osamu certainly understands Dazai Osamu.

Even if they disliked each other, and didn't like each other, Dazai Osamu knew how fake and disgusting the expression on the girl's face was. It was like putting a thin layer of human skin mask on her face, and the face under the mask had no expression at all.

Hypocrisy

Dazai Osamu made a false gesture with his lips.

The girl kept her expression on her face. As a person of the same kind, she knew best how to hate people of the same kind. She smiled and silently mouthed "Go to hell".

The black-haired boy was stunned, as if disgusted by the expression, and made a vomiting gesture.

The moment Oda Sakunosuke came back, the two of them immediately returned to their initial state. Atobe Nanako turned her head away, thinking that it was difficult to fool Dazai Osamu. If it weren't for the high coverage rate in an instant, she really didn't know what to do.

Although the way I'm getting along with this person next to me is problematic.

Although she didn't know why Dazai Osamu had such a mentality, Atobe Nanako felt the personality problems coming from Dazai Osamu himself when she took over this body.

Atobe Nanako had never experienced such emotions before, and was almost pulled down and unable to float up again.

Fortunately, the system helped.

The system's help was the result of an agreement between Nanako Atobe and the system in advance.

With Oda Sakunosuke's arrangement, the two finally stopped arguing and sat down in their respective seats.

Oda Sakunosuke looked at the two people in silence and spoke with some confusion, "Although we come from different worlds and have different experiences, we are all Dazai Osamu, so I think we should all have a common language."

Nanako Atobe using Dazai Osamu's shell: ...It seems like nothing.

Having two Dazai Osamu together is like a nuclear bomb.

Atobe Nanako complained in her heart.

"Come to think of it, Dazai Osamu's body is very weak." Oda Sakunosuke observed the girl for so many days and found that her body was very weak. Especially her face, which was much paler than Dazai Osamu's face sitting next to her.

Girls, on the other hand, don’t care about their bodies at all: “No, I’m in great shape.”

Oda Sakunosuke showed a look of understanding: "Does the Dazai in the other world have a bad complexion?"

The girl smiled and replied: "It's natural."

Dazai Osamu watched Oda Sakunosuke with an expression of sudden enlightenment, and while feeling disgusted with himself in the other world, he made his own judgment about the physical condition of [Dazai Osamu] in the other world.

Dazai Osamu's health was indeed very poor.

But before long, Oda Sakunosuke received news that he had to work overtime again.

Oda Sakunosuke looked apologetic and said, "I'm sorry, I have to leave first."

Dazai Osamu showed a look of disgust: "This is all Mr. Mori's fault."

Oda Sakunosuke: “It’s still work after all.”

"Ango has been missing for a few days. Could it be something related to him?"

“I think so.”

Before leaving, Oda Sakunosuke gave the two people some instructions.

"We must get along well with each other." He said earnestly.

Although neither of them said anything, they just sat there and drank the contents of their cups quietly. Oda Sakunosuke smiled and turned around.

"I'm leaving first."

Until the door was pushed open again, Oda Sakunosuke disappeared in this space.

The man and woman sitting there side by side didn't really quarrel. They just sat there in silence until the black-haired boy raised his head dejectedly and glanced in the direction of the girl.

"Hello--"

His voice sounded lazy and seemed to have no strength.

The girl said nothing, but turned her head to look at Dazai Osamu.

“Why should I become a subordinate of a little slug?” Dazai Osamu said in distress, “No matter how I think about it, I can’t possibly become Chuuya’s messenger—”

"..." The black-haired girl was silent.

"It has nothing to do with you." The girl turned around slowly, as if imitating Dazai Osamu's tone, and the expression on her face was as nonchalant as Dazai Osamu's at this moment.

"So... follow the little slug - should I give you some ideas on how to get rid of her?" Dazai Osamu said viciously.

In fact, the essence of this sentence is still a test.

Atobe Nanako knew Dazai Osamu's thoughts very well, and his purpose was to test his attitude towards Nakahara Chuuya.

As for attitude.

"I don't need it." The girl pushed with her fingers. Her fingertips slightly hooked the handle of the cup and pulled it outward. Suddenly, the sound of the glass cup rubbing against the table was heard in the room.

Dazai Osamu glanced at the girl and then looked away.

Her tone was normal, as if she had expected something. It was as if there were a few clouds in the sky, wondering whether it would rain today, whether it would be cloudy...

"That guy——"

Her voice was drawn out, with a hint of sarcasm.

But Dazai felt something was wrong. He turned his head to look at the girl's expression, only to see that her expression had sunk. It was very similar to his, with endless darkness and death.

It was like something of the thickest darkness was crawling up.

"[Nakahara Chuuya] is an idiot."

The black-haired girl said calmly.

Dazai Osamu vaguely felt that something was wrong.

He felt that the person in front of him seemed to be pulling with the god Nakahara Chuuya. The girl followed Nakahara Chuuya, and even if she said she was hostile to him, her behavior showed that the relationship between the two was good, even close.

Is this the only witch?

"If I wasn't there, Chuuya would have been killed by the wishes of mankind." The black-haired girl leaned on her arms and vented her emotions casually, "Chuuya's brain is like it doesn't exist. He is a fool with power but nothing else."

"He doesn't have any human emotions—" the black-haired girl sneered, "Don't bring this world's Nakahara Chuuya into Chuuya's body. Gods don't understand human thoughts."

"Why is that?" Dazai Osamu asked from the side.

"Because - humans."

"To make a wish to God, you have to give something. The exchange is two-way, whether it is God or human..."

Dazai Osamu asked: "So what did Chuuya pay?"

"Maybe a little bit..."

His tone softened.

But the next second, the black-haired girl seemed to be a different person, her expression suddenly became lively. She raised her hand with great interest and asked the store manager "Do you have any dishwashing liquid?" and again received a "no" answer.

Dazai Osamu, who was sitting next to him, had his brain working rapidly.

These few words that the girl casually revealed all have certain meanings.

Until the girl slowly turned her head.

As if sensing something, she turned her head to look outside the door.

Dazai Osamu followed the black-haired girl's line of sight.

"It's almost time to start," she said.

"And I'm already dead," she dropped the bombshell.

Dazai Osamu's pupils suddenly contracted.

"The shrine maidens of the gods can see many things. Generally, if they magnify one point, another point will be unconsciously shrunk." The black-haired girl's expression was indifferent, without the shock that Dazai Osamu had when she said this. "She did a lot of things in her help, but of course she died early."

"The shrine maiden—"

"It's not easy at all..."

At this time, the girl lowered her head slightly, and Dazai Osamu clearly saw the black lines behind her ears.

That was the pattern when Chuuya Nakahara launched the Pollution.

Is this a symbol of subordination or something else?

Dazai Osamu's brain went blank because of what the girl just said, and he had no other thoughts at this moment.

She seemed to have no feelings about her own death. Compared to Dazai Osamu at this time, she was much more indifferent.

"That's a ghost, a ghost——"

Dazai Osamu reacted, and he seemed to remember what Chuuya Nakahara said before that he was not dead: "Chuuya did say that I did not die in the other world..."

"That's because of God's privilege." said the black-haired girl.

The girl stretched out the syllables in an exaggerated manner, her expression full of disdain for Nakahara Chuuya, "Chuuya's family can't bear to see me die, and they are unwilling to see my wish come true, so they won't let me die."

Her tone was light, but Dazai could hear the dark side in it. He knew himself better than anyone else, especially in this situation.

Is Dazai Osamu in the other world really dead?

But Dazai still responded with disgust: "Ah... Chuuya, this bastard, is preventing other people's dreams from coming true."

"It's a nasty little slug."

"that is."

"I don't know what's going on in that sticky head."

"That's what I said..."

Dazai Osamu can always reach a consensus on his attitude towards Nakahara Chuuya.

"Although - that's what I asked for." The black-haired girl suddenly changed the subject.

"What do you want to do?" Dazai frowned.

Dazai Osamu didn't know the girl's current condition and thoughts, what kind of condition this person was in, and what kind of mentality he had.

Resurrection?

This can't be a simple thing, there must be a price to pay.

So what is the price?

The girl's expression suddenly calmed down, and her iris-colored eyes slowly revealed a sense of dead silence. His eyes slowly moved away, toward the glass door, which was the direction Oda Sakunosuke left.

"have no idea."

she said.