7 Chapter 7
The temptation of 500 billion yen is enough to stir up a storm in Yokohama's underground world, and it is also enough for Yokohama's schools to issue a notice for self-study at home.
Everything happened so suddenly that before Bailibian could truly experience the joys of school, he was informed that classes would be suspended for an indefinite period. His usual way of passing the time, taking walks, was also canceled. Even his habit of passing the time by shopping at the mall was put to rest by the increasingly early closing times. The culprit behind all this was the intensifying underground factional struggle.
Fortunately, this did not really affect Bailibian's daily life.
No, it still has an impact.
Baili Bian, who was lying in the bedroom on the second floor, could clearly hear the noise coming from the living room on the first floor. His keen five senses assisted him in this. More importantly, the wild cat that entered the owner's house without permission had no self-awareness at all - it was no longer dinner time, but early in the morning.
As a cat lover, Baili Bian has read a lot about the dos and don'ts of raising cats. For example, due to their nature, cats may destroy the house at night if they are not properly trained. Another example is that after a period of time, insecure kittens will often deliberately do things to irritate their owners in order to establish their status in their owners' minds.
But these are not reasons for Dazai Osamu to disturb his sleep again and again!
Bailibian, who had been tolerating for two whole weeks but still did not receive the due understanding, finally could not bear it anymore. He ran down the stairs angrily, and in the darkness, he quickly and agilely completed four actions: jumping, pouncing, grabbing, and overwhelming, and smoothly caught the prankster who had no time to resist.
After making sure that his men had no intention of resisting, he grabbed the back of their collars and approached the light switch in the living room together - he really couldn't figure out why Dazai Osamu never turned on the lights. Did he also have a pair of eyes with night vision?
"How long are you going to play like this!" Before he could even utter the question, Bailibian saw the loose, messy bandages wrapped around Dazai's body, faint traces of dried blood and wounds that hadn't yet fully healed. Although he knew that the man's body was definitely not his own, and that he certainly hadn't put much effort into the messy bandages, Bailibian's tone softened as he saw Dazai, who was drooping and listless.
"Since you've been working so hard, why not go to bed? There's no need to make all this noise." With that, Bai Libian pushed Dazai into the guest room on the first floor. It was called a guest room, but it was actually Dazai's own room. To date, only three people have been allowed to stay at Bai Libian's house: himself, Dazai, and Murase.
Bailibian has his own master bedroom; Murase doesn't live there all the time, and every time he comes he wants to make sure Bailibian is taking good care of himself, so he always lives in the bedroom next to Bailibian.
Just as Bailibian was about to close the door, Dazai Osamu suddenly reached out and blocked it. "That's too much, Baili." A pair of iris-colored eyes slowly opened as their owner moved. "You don't even care about my injury?" The bandaged young man looked at Bailibian, as if he were the culprit for his injuries. He complained in a blaming tone, "I thought you would at least bandage me, but you didn't even prepare a first aid kit for me..."
Oops, I've kept my old habits. The most important rule to save your life in City A is that when you see a man wearing a black suit and a white shirt, covered in injuries, don't ask, don't intervene, let him solve the problem himself.
Bailibian paused as he closed the door, staring blankly at Dazai. Just when Dazai expected him to offer a heartfelt apology, Bailibian asked in a baffling tone, "Can't you handle these things yourself?" Being injured, needing a first aid kit, or getting bandaged—for a gangster like Dazai, these were all routine. He didn't think the other party had fallen so far as to need medical help from him. Besides, Bailibian looked at the black-haired boy before him, and he didn't seem upset about his injuries.
Dazai Osamu did not answer Bailibian's question. He loosened his hand and let him close the door. When the door closed, the room fell into darkness again because no one turned on the light.
"Ha," in the silent room, even the smallest sound was amplified, "I don't care, Mr. Mori is talking nonsense." The boy, who was not lying on the bed, collapsed on the spot with his body wrapped in messy bandages. He didn't expect to rest here. He closed his eyes and replayed the expression of Mori Ogai when he spoke to him yesterday morning in his mind. The hard work all night made the middle-aged Mori Ogai seem a little powerless, but when he saw Dazai Osamu, he still showed a smile that belonged to an old fox. The other party said in a malicious tone: "Dazai-kun and Hyakuri-kun have been getting along well these days. He even prepared dinner for Dazai-kun. He must be a good friend, right?"
Haha, the Dazai Osamu in my memory did not answer. The Dazai Osamu lying on the carpet responded silently in his heart. He was just being fed like a poor stray cat.
When Baili woke up in the morning, he unceremoniously opened the first-floor bedroom. Sure enough, it was empty. After tidying up the bandages on the floor, he ignored the messy bed and instead cleaned the carpet. He'd seen bloggers worry about their cats constantly wanting to sleep in their beds, but why was he obsessed with the floor?
Baili Bian wasn't curious about when Dazai left last night; he was more curious about how he found new bandages after replacing his original ones. The first aid kit in the guest bedroom contained only a single roll of bandages, and he looked unharmed. Dazai's coat was loose, but the pockets seemed empty. How on earth did he manage to have a fresh set of bandages every day?
Instead of wasting time dwelling on these things, it's better to do something meaningful. It's definitely not as convenient to explore the answer to the question yourself as to ask the person directly when you have free time in the future. However, after asking, you will definitely get angry. You should prepare canned crab meat in advance.
So the interesting thing is...what to eat for lunch?
Life continued uneventfully for another two or three days. When Bailibian woke from his nap, he found Dazai Osamu's first text message: SOS. It had been sent at 1 p.m., two hours later. If the other party was quick and decisive, it would be too late to save him. Thinking rationally, Bailibian dialed Moriogai's number.
"Moses Moses, Mr. Sen."
"Long time no see, Baili Jun. This is the first time you've called me. What can I do for you?"
Sen Ouwai's voice came from the other end of the phone, sounding calm and lazy, with no trace of anxiety.
"Is Dazai okay? I suspect he may be dead." Since this matter involves human life, Baili Bian went straight to the point.
"Hey, Dazai Osamu? I don't know about that. But he should be on a mission now. I remember that his job today was with a small gang in the east of the city, so it shouldn't be a big problem. Does Baili-kun have any news about Dazai?"
Although the voice sounded sincere, the other party did not seem to intend to take any action, but instead had a laissez-faire attitude.
"Oh, I see. He sent me a distress signal two hours ago, but I was sleeping and didn't see it. It's probably too late to rush over now, so I wanted to ask Mr. Mori if he went to save him. In that case, forget it. Sorry to bother you." Bailibian hung up the phone.
Sitting alone in the office, Moriogai looked at Alice who was still playing games and asked worriedly: "What should I do? Alice-chan∽Baili-kun doesn't seem to be worried about Dazai-kun's safety at all. What if Dazai-kun is willful and really doesn't come back? Then there will be no one to do the work of Hong Kong | Black! Oh..."
"Hey, Rintaro, you're so disgusting. It was obviously you who asked Dazai to test Hyakuri. If Dazai doesn't want to do the work of the Hong Kong black gang, then just tire Rintaro to death." The little girl who was playing a picture game said the cruel words with the cutest appearance without even raising her head.
"Hey! Alice-chan doesn't like me that much! What should I do to make the lovely Alice-chan like me a little bit? If I die, no one will buy Alice delicious little cakes like this." Mori Ougai, who was worried just now, changed his expression in the blink of an eye. He played with Alice and was not worried at all about Dazai Osamu who was in danger.
"A small gang in the east of the city? Hmm, never heard of it." After hanging up the phone, Bailibian thought carefully, but couldn't come up with any useful clues. "Sure enough, I still can't take on the responsibility of saving others. Then I'll have to ask someone else to try."
Bailibian called Murase and then called Edogawa Ranpo. After some bargaining, Bailibian finally got Dazai Osamu's position and the number of guards around him in exchange for contracting a month's worth of dakami.
night
With the guidance of the famous detective, Bailibian relied on his agile body to move into the empty space. The moment he sneaked behind Dazai Osamu, he knocked him out with a palm without waiting for the other party to react. At the end, he used the bandage on the other party's body to blindfold him to ensure that Dazai Osamu would not make trouble or see anything.
When he opened his eyes again, it was already morning. Dazai Osamu looked at the bright living room, touched the blanket covering him, and sighed with regret. The moment he lost consciousness, he thought those idiots had lost their patience and were about to take action early.
"Wake up, let's eat." Bailibian walked out of the kitchen and saw Dazai Osamu who had woken up, so he brought out the white porridge that he had cooked in advance.
Feeling the burning hunger in his stomach, Dazai Osamu did not rush to eat the porridge in front of him. Instead, he stirred it again and again with a spoon. "I never thought that Baili could rescue me from such a dangerous place by himself." He had been unconscious for too long, and his voice sounded particularly hoarse when he spoke, without any sense of gratitude.
"Well, is it possible that the reason you didn't expect it is that I really have no way to rescue you?" This is true. If Murase had not told him in advance that the gangs in the east part of the city were all ordinary people and had no superpowers, and if Edogawa Ranpo had not told him in advance the number and specific locations of the other party's guards, he would not have been able to rescue Dazai Osamu.
Bailibian's serious expression was genuine, and Dazai looked at him in surprise. As far as he knew, the only combat-capable non-Hong Kong/Black fighters he knew, besides Rimbaud and Verlaine, were Nakahara Chuuya. Could it be that he had called Nakahara back? Without further inquiry, Dazai scooped up a spoonful of porridge. Whoever it was, he'd know once he got back and investigated.
"It has no taste at all, so disgusting." Dazai Osamu stuck out his tongue exaggeratedly, "This is abuse!" He glared at Baili Bian who was taking care of potted plants, as if the other party had really done something unforgivable.
Faced with the unfounded accusation, Baili Bian said quietly without even turning his head, "This is a gift that the patient who has been in a coma for a day deserves."
one day?
That's right, a day and a night had passed since Bailibian brought Dazai back. The long hours of work had overloaded Dazai's body, so much so that he fell asleep and couldn't get up after being knocked unconscious.
Meanwhile, Mori Ogai, who hadn't found Dazai Osamu for a long time, fell silent. No way, he was just talking! Dazai-kun, where have you been?
【Author’s words】
Nutrient solution, please
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