Chapter 34
Two years later, I rented a house outside and moved out of Yang. I don't know why Dazai Osamu is busy quitting GSS recently.
Because of this, I was unable to give him the key to the house in time.
…
Around seven or eight o'clock that evening, I returned exhausted, only to find that the door lock had been tampered with, and then I found a crooked wire at the door.
I turned the doorknob expressionlessly, and sure enough, I found Dazai Osamu sleeping in the chair, with water even dripping from the ends of his hair.
The candy wrappers and empty candy jars scattered on the ground in front of him seemed to tell me why he fell asleep.
I took a towel and dried his hair.
He must have gone into the water somewhere again, but I don't remember him lying on the second-hand sofa I bought.
——
Two pairs of eyes with completely different colors met.
I saw my reflection in his eyes, and found that the dark blue area under his eyes was frighteningly thick.
"Go take a shower first, I'll give you some clothes... I came back today to eat some candy."
He picked up the candy jar and shook it, but there was no sound. Finally, he took out two candies from his pocket and gave them to me.
I watched him walk away, then looked at the candy in my hand, feeling a little complicated. He did give me the candy, but was it edible? Would it have a fishy smell?
…
No, it's delicious and not soaked with water at all.
*
Two years later, Mr. Mori and Dazai Osamu reached some mysterious deal that I don't know about. Dazai Osamu started to live a life of idleness and wait for death for Mr. Mori, while doing some work for him.
I have been in contact with him for more than three years. Although I have not had the opportunity to know more, I know that Mr. Mori is not a good person.
He is a black doctor and also an intelligence dealer.
…
Dazai Osamu crossed his arms, sat in the corner of the sofa, and was angry with me.
"Why did you want to join in the fun with Mr. Mori?!"
I ignored what he said and threw a handkerchief to him, asking him to wipe my head.
He was still very angry, mumbling something.
"Mr. Mori is a bad guy, and you can't be fooled by him... He just killed three troublemakers a day ago! And they were three strong men!"
At the same time, it helped me solve the problem of my hair being too long to dry.
The boy's hands had distinct joints and his nails were trimmed just right, so it didn't hurt at all when he scratched his head.
He threw the towel aside fiercely, and said stiffly, "That's enough."
I leaned back against him gently and looked up at his face.
"No. Don't let your brother keep you here anymore. Rong will be very useful and will protect himself well. Rong must follow the treatment."
He turned his face away. “…Tsk.”
But his earlobes turned red, and I realized that he was compromising.
How despicable of me.
*
Alice and I sat together, taking notes that no one else could understand, while I concentrated on analyzing what my abilities were telling me, and correcting their direction from time to time.
To others, I looked like a strange kid who was playing tricks and talking to himself.
Alice's is more like a simple scribble.
She suddenly asked me.
"What kind of person does Tsuyu think Rintaro is?"
I didn't pay attention and accidentally wrote down this sentence as well.
The tip of the pen froze, and the words spread out in a blur. I listened to the conversation of the wind by my ears, and realized that there was no need to write it down anymore, so I threw the pen away and rubbed my wrist.
"Mr. Mori... What kind of person does Alice think he is?"
Alice answered me without hesitation.
"Rintaro is a super disgusting, super bad adult. Whenever I think of Rintaro, I vomit—"
She made an exaggerated vomiting motion.
I stacked up a bunch of papers with intricate patterns written in red ink. Although they looked complicated, they were actually all cute, round animals or other childlike things.
I solemnly changed the color and drew a thick horizontal line at the bottom to express my mood today.
"Dr. Mori is amazing. He is a qualified adult - well, a qualified adult is an adult."
"In Velvet's eyes, what kind of adult is considered qualified?" She asked me with her head tilted. I said I was a little touched by her cuteness.
"Qualified adults..."
I remember a small white-feathered sparrow with big black eyes that darted around in all directions.
"Qualified adults have a lot of things that unqualified children don't have... like a hard stubble that neither you nor I have?"
She burst out laughing at my amusement.
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"They had such a great time." The patient exclaimed, smiling without saying anything.
At that time, I naturally didn't know that Alice was a humanoid with supernatural powers other than Morigull. I just occasionally sighed inwardly that Alice might have dwarfism, otherwise she wouldn't have grown at all in four years.
Seeing how happy she was at the moment, he couldn't bear to hit her.
But every time I saw her afterwards, I couldn't help but think about the stupid things I had done and the fact that even though I talked about others behind their backs, in the end it was the same as telling them directly.
The patient had already left, and Dr. Mori invited us to eat instant noodles. It was at this time that Dazai Osamu returned to the clinic.
He looked at the three dinners on the table, calmly put his hand on Alice, and "pop" she came back to life.
My pupils were shaking.
My eyes kept moving back and forth between Dr. Mori and Dazai Osamu. Finally, I firmly took the bowl and sat down with Dazai Osamu, leaving the crying Dr. Mori aside, and decided to let Dr. Mori translate the gibberish I left behind by himself.
At least Alice had one thing to say, no, Dr. Mori at least had this self-awareness - he was indeed a super disgusting adult.
Compared to what Mr. Mori, or Alice, wrote down, my notes are of course more systematic and efficient, because most of the things I wrote down were told to me by the wind, and there may be things that Mr. Mori could not find out.
You know, although I can hear the wind talking, I never bother to remember it or understand it well. Most of the time I just want to relax while talking to it.
*
I haven't been in touch with Nakahara Chuuya for a long time. Firstly, it's because we have no reason to visit each other, and secondly, it's because we each have our own things to do.
A month ago, I stopped buying and selling fish with Akutagawa. Although I always believed that I was more friendly than Akutagawa, after the suppliers and buyers were settled, my role became really small, and naturally I was embarrassed to share the money with Akutagawa.
On the day I proposed to break up, he was silent for a long time, but finally agreed to my withdrawal.
From then on, I could stay by my brother's side with peace of mind and face any possible dangers more calmly.
*
The clinic was living in extreme poverty. Although Dr. Sen was not only a black doctor but also an intelligence dealer, they could not stand the high prices of drugs.
He also likes to buy things for his humanoid superpower Alice, especially little skirts.
He felt bad about buying the cupcakes, but Alice's skirt was of very good workmanship and texture, so it must be very expensive. However, he didn't feel bad about it at all and often enjoyed it.
So, in order to save money, I gave up the rented house and moved into a container with Dazai Osamu.
…
"It's tolerable here in the winter, but it's going to be very hot in the summer."
Dazai Osamu was lying on the bed we had just made, playing video games. Hearing what I said, he casually suggested, "In the summer, we can sleep on the floor or on the roof."
I happily accepted this. “Okay, but won’t that keep you from sleeping?”
He raised his long eyelashes and looked at me. "You can sleep well."
“…Tsk.”
I started planning to buy some props that would allow people to sleep well even in the summer, since there was no electricity and we didn't have an electric fan.
I think it's not impossible to build a shop on the ground floor.
*
"What are you doing?" I curiously approached Dazai Osamu and watched him stirring the liquid in the bottle.
He frowned, slightly pulled back the bottle in his hand, and answered me obediently, "I'm making a drug that can kill people immediately."
"You took the medicine from Mr. Mori and mixed it together to try to make it?"
He didn't reply to me, but blinked relatively slowly, as if it were a response.
My finger joints were a little stiff, and I felt like I was suspended on a dark cliff, with only a hemp rope holding me up to prevent me from falling.
But at least, it is tied to me, sadly, it is tied to me.
I forced myself to calm down, using the facial expressions I had practiced many times before, naturally relaxing all the muscles in my body, blinking my eyes and smiling.
"I have recently secretly learned some massage techniques at a Chinese medicine clinic on China Street. I can make money from this in the future. Do you want to give it a try?"
…“Okay.”
"Hehe." I jumped behind him, put my hand on his temple and started pressing.
"Hey, do you think I pressed too hard?"
"Hmm... I can't say for sure. After all, I've never been to a Chinese medicine clinic before, so I don't know how they press. What if they just want to use that much pressure, or something else? I don't know."
"Yeah, then I'll just follow my own feelings."
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Although I followed my own feelings, the strength of my hands actually depended entirely on Dazai Osamu's expression. I had to control it so that it hurt, but after I let go, he would look relaxed.
"Okay." The job was done. I felt that kneading him for a while was no easier than picking up garbage for the whole morning. I even broke out in a light sweat on my back.
He stood up, stretched, and gave me a thumbs up. "Very good! Five stars!"
*
* “Why is Dazai-kun seeking death?
You still have a younger sister, right?"
*“Mr. Mori, do you really think there is any meaning in life?
...Xun is the kind of person who would feel satisfied or the meaning of the whole day lies in eating candy for one minute in the twenty-four hours of the day.
…She is different from me.”
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