36 Chapter 36
The sixteen-year-old Dazai Osamu was thin, wrapped in a loose and ill-fitting suit jacket, with fluffy curly hair that covered too much of his cheeks. The whole cat (crossed out) showed his dissatisfaction with the world, and faintly revealed a little bit of grievance.
It looks like a black cat that has strayed into the mud and can't get out before it grows up.
Twenty-year-old Dazai Osamu was still not healthy, but after diligent care, he seemed more lively, at least that was what he appeared to be.
Years of getting along have made the tacit understanding between Dazai Osamu and Bailibian an established habit.
As an owner, Bailibian maintains a generous distance, providing ample space and virtually no desire to explore. Occasional petting reduces pranks that the cat considers boring and would be firmly rejected by Bailibian, and reduces overt probing.
"What the hell! Baili actually made excuses for his change of heart. What a horrible man." Dazai Osamu rubbed his hair with a bath towel, showing the attitude of a resentful woman who was despised by her husband as a yellow-faced woman, venting his dissatisfaction in a pitiful and sad way.
Dazai Osamu stopped his hand after wiping his hair until it was only half dry and no longer dripping. He casually shook his hair, revealing his still damp face.
"I work hard every day, take care of the housework for you, and manage the neighborhood relationships. I don't dare to eat more or sleep more, and you! You...you..." Her crying became more and more obvious, even tingling with sobs, "you despise me!"
Seeing Dazai's healing becoming more intense, with the potential to spread like wildfire, Bailibian silently took the towel from him, took the windbreaker that Dazai took off, and said apologetically: "Sorry, you've worked hard, Dazai. Go wash up, I'll make you a midnight snack."
"I want a big portion of crab meat!" Having achieved his goal, Dazai Osamu climbed up the ladder and demonstrated his greed to the fullest. "You can't be so stingy like before."
Bailibian nodded helplessly at Dazai Osamu, and walked into the kitchen with the other party's satisfied expression.
Dazai the cat, whose fur was successfully stroked, obediently went into the bathroom, changed into the pajamas purchased by Bailibian, and then swaggered onto the sofa, leisurely waiting for the midnight snack to fall from the sky.
But will Bailibian do as he wishes?
Of course not.
No way, no way, there really is no way that someone would allow Han Hanhan to eat crabs every day, and eat a whole crab!
In order to prevent Dazai Osamu from becoming a cold-blooded person during his prime and shouldering heavy responsibilities, the crabs sent by Bailibian were only one or two bites in size, no matter they were fried, stir-fried, pickled or fryed.
"It's like this again." Dazai Osamu muttered dissatisfiedly, but still gave up struggling resignedly.
The midnight snack specially provided for Dazai Osamu was not large in portion, and the cat had finished its plate-clearing activity for the day before the movie was even halfway through.
"I'm leaving." Seeing Bailibian immersed in the movie, Dazai Osamu reminded him.
Seeing the crucial point, Baili Bian nodded halfheartedly, taking it as a farewell.
Looking at the diplomat's face on the screen, Dazai Osamu curled his lips. The port mafia was really short of money, sending a diplomat who was an idol to make a movie.
"The member's admission assessment will be specially recorded and submitted to President Fukuzawa for review."
Needless to say, Baili Bian also understood the implication of Dazai Osamu's words.
Raising the remote control and pressing the pause button, Bailibian turned around and looked at Dazai Osamu who had stood up and was standing at the door.
"Thank you, I understand, Dazai."
Bailibian didn't plan to do anything. Moriogai's blueprint, the decline of the Special Ability Agent Department and the Armed Detective Agency's takeover of Yumeno Hisasaku, and his interactions with these organizations over the past few years, had already made him have some guesses about the relationship behind these three organizations.
After he showed his threat in the Special Ability Department, his past disguise, at least in terms of being gentle and harmless, was probably marked with a big cross or question mark by major organizations in Yokohama.
What happened to Makoto Sasa was both an accident and an experiment.
Baili Bian had to admit that there was an element of supernatural power out of control, but he did give up the opportunity to remedy the situation as soon as possible - supernatural powers needed to be explored.
Just like Nakahara Chuuya's "tainted sorrow," Nakajima Atsushi's self-healing abilities are the result of exploration and discovery. Bailibian is also curious about what else his own abilities can achieve and to what extent.
As for the final result of the test, well, it was just as Bailibian had imagined, unreasonable.
After watching Dazai Osamu leave, Bailibian sank into the sofa and let out a long sigh, "Huh, as expected..." He still didn't like this... gift.
"Why are you back again?" Just as he was about to turn on the movie again, Bailibian saw Dazai Osamu who had returned.
"Because there's still a question I haven't asked." Dazai Osamu widened his eyes curiously, leaned close to Bai Libian's face, and asked him the question he had been thinking about for a long time. "Why did you say that to Sasa Makoto?"
Even though it was Dazai Osamu who stopped Kunikida from obstructing him, he never thought from beginning to end that Momochi would say words of encouragement and comfort to Sasa Makoto at the last moment, which was really inconsistent with the other party's usual personality.
Although he seemed very sincere and even agreed, it was absolutely impossible to make Dazai Osamu believe that Bailibian was sincere.
"Oh, you're talking about that," Dazai Osamu was too close, Bailibian couldn't help but tilt his head back, "What if she was reborn?" Bailibian answered seriously.
There was no sign of a joke. Dazai Osamu stared at Bailibian's expression seriously and found it incredible that the other party actually believed that there was such a possibility.
In fact, Baili Bian really thought so.
After all, there are countless such examples in his distant hometown, City A.
If a billboard falls on a square and hits ten people, four will be reborn, three will lose their memories, and two will travel through time. As for the remaining one... well, with the advancement of technology, there are more and more possibilities.
Therefore, at the moment of death, it can be said that it is a daily behavior for these NPCs to give unexpected words to the person they killed or who is about to die in front of them - if they are lucky, the other party will travel through time and it doesn't matter; if they are unlucky, the other party will be reborn, and at most they will become a yandere XX and cling to me, and who knows, they may even have a true love.
In any case, you won't be killed directly, which can greatly increase your survival rate.
The only drawback is probably that if you use it too many times and your luck is not too good or too good, your nightlife may become more colorful, and you may even move to the neighboring Haitang City.
But for Dazai Osamu, a native of the wild world, these things were a bit too far-fetched. "I am really becoming more and more curious about what Baili's hometown is like."
Dazai Osamu did not doubt the determination in Bailibian's eyes. Bailibian had never tried to hide the fact that he did not belong to this world, so Dazai Osamu had long regarded him as a window to communicate with the other world.
Because of this, he understood the truth behind Bailibian's unreasonable behaviors and actions better than anyone else.
There is no way. Although Baili has never thought about hiding, who can blame him for not spending enough time with others?
"By the way, this is for you." Dazai Osamu took out a greeting card from his new windbreaker.
God knows why there was this thing in the windbreaker prepared by Bailibian.
Bailibian took it in confusion. New Year had already passed, so why would someone send him a card? He moved his eyes to the end and saw the signature on it - Sakura.
Bailibian understood, "This is Odasaku's adopted child."
"Hmm," Dazai Osamu replied listlessly. Perhaps he was still a little frustrated that he couldn't enjoy the feast he had been craving. "Odasaku heard I was coming and insisted I bring this to you. It's so annoying."
No way, he came here today because Oda Sakunosuke asked Dazai Osamu to deliver something for him.
This card had been a long time in the making, its handwriting a mix of youthful and mature. When Sakura had originally prepared the cards, she'd also prepared an extra one for Hyakube, but it wasn't until now that Odasaku found the opportunity to send it.
Since I accepted the gift, I should also express some greetings. Bailibian asked Dazai Osamu, "Are all the children okay?"
"Here you go again, being so hypocritical." Dazai Osamu said unhappily, "Have you never cared about me? Or are you, the cold-blooded Mr. Baili, unable to even remember the names of those children?"
Baili Bian admitted it frankly. After the incident, he only asked the curry shop owner about his future plans. As for the others, he never contacted them again.
But he still remembered the names of those children. Facing Dazai Osamu's suspicious gaze, Bailibian said the names of those children one by one in order of age, "Kousuke, Katsumi, Yu, Shinji, Sakura."
Not a single one of them was wrong. Looking at Bailibian, who was begging for praise, Dazai Osamu said reluctantly: "You have a pretty good memory."
Of course, I have a bad memory, but how can I live in City A?
To put it in a smaller context, you can't have Senior Duanmu, who just took Junior Chu to Metersbonwe, turn around and introduce with admiration the handsome guy who just passed by the famous International Noble Academy, saying that he is the cold prince who is already famous in the world financial arena at a young age.
Generally speaking, if you can't tell the difference between Mr. Gu, Mr. Mo, Mr. Chen, and Mr. Luo, and you call the wrong name one day, you might go bankrupt.
Bailibian smiled proudly after receiving the compliment, and continued, "That's right, I still remember that Odasaku was the one who took you out drinking before you came of age."
Dazai Osamu's mood seemed to improve all of a sudden, and Bailibian could even see small flowers popping up behind him.
"I want to have porridge tomorrow morning." Dazai Osamu turned around and went into the bedroom.
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