Chapter 19
"So, you're not leaving?"
At this moment, the streets are sparsely populated.
The warm glow of dusk spread calmly between the high-rise buildings. The two young men with extraordinary looks were soaked to the skin, with water dripping from their clothes. They received many strange looks from passers-by along the way.
After crossing a traffic light for the third time, Dazai Osamu stopped first.
He stretched out his hand to squeeze out the water in his coat, looked back at the white-haired boy who followed him, and said with a straight look in his eyes: "Jian Liujun, what are you doing now?"
"go home."
"go home?"
Dazai Osamu raised his eyebrows and said, "As far as I know, there are no residential buildings or related apartments in this area. If you go further, it will be a wasteland."
"Why...does Jian Liujun want to go home with me?"
[I think it’s OK]
[Will you go back and live in a container? Hahahaha]
[No, does Shen Du really have a home? Except for the night he was hospitalized, I never saw him close his eyes.]
[I remember that the apartment that the uncle rented for Shen Du had been returned a long time ago]
[They are exactly the same]
[Woo woo, looking at it this way, A Liuguo looks like an ascetic monk! He wouldn't really be degrading himself, right? At least Zai is better than him and has a family to return to.]
【＋1】
【Heartache and sadness】
“…”
Shen Du Jianliu looked up at the road sign next to him.
This place is very close to the park where he usually rests, and it is only a few hundred meters away.
It is indeed my way home.
Since Mr. Eguchi's death, no one has renewed his rent. Kamado Miru has been resting on the bench in the park, and he himself feels that there is no point in renewing the lease of the previous apartment.
After all, he could have lunch in the cafeteria of the Port Mafia headquarters, and there were free bathrooms available to employees in Building 5, so he didn't need to waste too much time sleeping.
Seeing that Dazai Osamu looked somewhat dissatisfied, Shen Du Jianliu thought for a moment and said sympathetically: "What I said is true."
"If Mr. Dazai doesn't want me to go this way, I can take a longer detour."
Dazai Osamu: “…”
“Really?” The handsome black-haired boy calmly hugged his chest, even though his sleeves were still dripping with water: “Then Jianliu-jun, go ahead, I’ll follow you.
He said in a playful tone, as if to say, "I'd like to see where your home is." "Come to think of it, I'm quite curious about Liu Jun's home."
"This section of your file is completely blank—"
"Um."
Kamado Kenryu nodded indifferently, and after taking Dazai Osamu through many twists and turns, he came directly to a remote and quiet park.
The area here is not large, with two rows of lush and vigorous trees. The small fountain built in the middle is coated with the afterglow of the setting sun, and there are almost no people to be seen.
He walked quickly to a corner, shook hands with a homeless man who was squatting in a cardboard box and wearing imported black leather shoes, and took a new newspaper from him that was big enough to cover his body.
Holding the newspaper expressionlessly, Kamado Kenru returned to his usual bench.
He sat down, covered himself with the newspaper and greeted the person opposite him.
"Goodbye, Mr. Dazai."
"I'm home now."
The black-haired boy who witnessed everything: "..."
[Zai: It's a pity that someone lives in a more shabby place than me]
[I’m lucky today, that homeless uncle is here]
[Ever since Shen Du gave the homeless man a pair of new shoes, it has become a consensus that he will give Shen Du a newspaper as a blanket every time he comes to the park! 】
【? ? ? ? 】
[Wait, newbie is scratching his head, don’t you think there is something wrong? 】
[Old audiences say they are used to it]
[Don’t you change your clothes when you see the river? I’m worried you’ll catch a cold because they’re all wet.]
About ten seconds later, Dazai Osamu finally spoke.
He stared at the white-haired boy in front of him without blinking, who didn't seem to be acting:
"What are you doing?"
"rest."
Shen Du Jianliu yawned and leaned back in his chair with a calm expression: "Mr. Dazai, go back and rest early. I wish you a good dream."
Osamu Dazai: “…………”
Extremely skillful movements, a flawless attitude, the cleaned handles on the chair and other tiny details.
Even the inappropriate brand-name leather shoes on the feet of the homeless man not far away, as well as the new degree of wear and tear on them, indirectly reflected the fact that the other person had slept here for a long time.
Indeed, it doesn't look fake at all.
"Jian Liujun, are you short of money?"
The black-haired boy raised his hand and stroked his chin thoughtfully. "Although you have only been in PortMafia for about a week, you were guarding the jewel shop at GSS before, so your salary shouldn't be low."
"PortMafia will also provide a pension in advance to combat members like Black Lizard before they go on a mission."
"It would be enough to take a while if there were no family."
"Yes, I am financially sound."
I just don't have much desire to consume.
Kamado Miru was a little confused as to why Dazai Osamu was still staying here, since he was the one who had said before that he wanted some private space.
After confirming that there was no despair or suicide-related emotion in the other person's eyes, he thought for a moment and asked doubtfully, "Do you need me to take you back, Mr. Dazai?"
The white-haired boy with clear purple eyes had a concerned look on his face. His thin chin, dripping with water, looked a bit sickly pale. His white shirt, which had been soaked through, stuck tightly to his body, making him look thin and pitiful.
It was so lonely in that small park.
But the other person had no complaints. There was no healthy blush on her cheeks, and her wet white hair was stuck to the sides of her face. She exuded an indescribable sense of fragility, as if she would break at the slightest touch.
“…”
Dazai Osamu turned around, holding his coat on his shoulders and walked to the edge of the park with an unchanged expression: "Well."
"After all, my coat is soaked with water and sinks so much. It would be nice if someone could help me take it home."
"What do you think, Jian Liujun?"
"OK."
Shen Du Jianliu stood up from the chair, folded the newspaper and returned it to the homeless man, then took the coat and followed the other man.
[I can’t stand it anymore. I can’t even bear to watch Zai.]
[Wuwuzai is actually a gentle person]
[Wow, is the warmth sent by Shen Du finally having some effect? 】
[Celebrate together and spread the news!] 】
[I haven't seen the Black Jae family yet, I'm curious about what it looks like]
As revealed in the barrage before, Dazai Osamu's home is in an abandoned site where hazardous materials are dumped and the environment is very messy.
It can't even be called a home, it's just an industrial wasteland that no one dares to approach.
The only thing better than the small park is that there are many old shipping containers, which are fully equipped with bedding, refrigerators, tables and chairs and other things.
"Let's stop here."
After crossing a messy and chaotic land, Dazai Osamu opened the door of the container where he lived, stood at the door and looked back at the boy behind him.
"Or do you want to go in and see Liu Jun?"
Although he said the invitation, the smile on his face was dull, and his expression seemed to have returned to what it was before. His eyes were empty and deep, and a gradually descending cold pressure was spreading around him.
"Maybe you'll see some dismembered bodies."
[The black mud spirit is here again]
[I have no doubt about the truth of Dazai's words]
[Zai, stop testing Shen Du. He will really tolerate you unconditionally.]
[Feeling sorry for Shen Du, forgiving Dazai again and again]
[To be honest, thanks to Shen Du, I have become somewhat immune to Zai’s cold murderous aura.]
[+1, I gained a lot of motivation]
Shen Du Jian Liu nodded calmly: "Excuse me."
"..." Dazai Osamu curled his lips and said nothing more. He widened the gap in the door, opened the doorknob completely and stepped over the threshold.
"Come in."
The room was pitch dark.
There was a chair placed right opposite the front door, and looking inside required extremely good eyesight, but this was not a difficult task for Shen Du Jianliu.
The container was dead silent, as if it was shrouded in a huge, invisible, dark abyss that tightly strangled the throats of everyone who stepped into it.
Looking at the depressing and gloomy environment around him, Shen Du Jian Liu kindly reminded without any expression: "Do you need to turn on the lights?"
"No."
In the dark light, Dazai Osamu's voice was even colder than before: "This suits me very well."
He walked inside and quickly took out two towels, throwing one of them on the white-haired boy's head.
"Thank you." Shen Du Jianliu took it up obediently and put the other person's black coat on the chair.
"The clean clothes are over there—I've worn them though."
Dazai Osamu used the light from the door to point to a table not far away. The boy's tone, which blended with the darkness, was calm. Even the soft sighs and exaggerated movements were no longer there, as if he had taken off the outermost layer of disguise, revealing a part of his true self under the darkness.
"Just leave after you change."
He did not stand at the door where the slanting light came in, but stayed in his own dark area, lowering his head and wiping the water droplets on his hair with a towel.
"Can you wait a little longer?"
Although Shen Du Jian Liu's face was expressionless, his purple eyes were staring at the black-haired boy with a sharp gaze.
He noticed a small battery-powered light bulb on the ground and bent down to pick it up.
Leaving the house temporarily, Kamado Miru quickly picked up some painted copper wires, NPN transistors removed from old circuits, tin foil and other things around the container.
While he was assembling the circuit, he went back into the house and rolled the tinfoil into a ball to increase the capacitance of the series resonance. In just a few minutes, he had made a small Tesla coil.
As soon as Dazai Osamu raised his head, he saw the white-haired boy with half a towel covering his head, who seemed to have been out for a few seconds, inexplicably came up to him and raised something in his hand.
“Pah.”
The small, dim and worn white light bulb in his hand suddenly lit up with a very faint light.
This glimmer of white light instantly illuminated the black-haired boy's cheeks that blended into the darkness, and also illuminated the things around him in a small area.
"Mr. Dazai, if you're worried about the lack of electricity in the house, you can try it like I did."
Shen Du Jianliu's voice was steady and comfortable, with a hint of soothing power.
“………”
“I put it here.”
He returned to his position and placed the small device in his hand on the chair facing the front door.
Knowing the principle of knowing when to stop, the boy did not move forward. Instead, he picked up the clothes on the table not far away and changed them. After saying thank you, he left directly with the wet clothes.
***
Not long after saying goodbye to the abandoned site, Shen Du Jianliu's phone vibrated twice and he suddenly received an unfamiliar text message.
[Come to the cafe at the end of Sakuragicho Higashi-jiji Street, the third one on the left. ]
[Please delete if received.] ]
…
The white-haired boy deleted the text message without any expression.
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