Xiao Mengye returns
"...Don't be sad...At least you can do what you want now, like killing me with your own hands."
Dostoevsky looked weakly at Gogol, whose face was already streaked with tears, and said those words with unknown thoughts in mind.
"No, I don't want any of this. I don't want to stay in Yokohama anymore. Fedya, give up your plans. Let's go back to Russia, just like before. Hang in there, you won't die. I'll take you to get treatment. I'll take you home, Fedya."
Gogol refuted Dostoevsky's words, and with the gentleness of handling something fragile, he picked Dostoevsky up and carried him away into the distance.
For a moment, Tuosi was in a daze, a mix of emotions welling up inside him, finally settling on a smile, a genuine smile from the heart.
"...Okay, let's go home."
When Chuuya woke up again, he was still a little dazed looking at the familiar ceiling. He hadn't woken up on his own; he had been woken up by the system, which had finished absorbing his energy and said it needed to sleep for a while.
Chuuya sat up in his bed. Yes, he was in his own home. He raised his hand to rub his temples, looking at his undamaged fingers. Chuuya blinked slowly. He vaguely remembered that he had been seriously injured at the end.
"Honestly, I didn't expect you to still be asleep even after I'd finished absorbing everything. Your wounds have already been healed; you're just too exhausted lately!..."
"How many days have I been asleep?"
"Three whole days! Three whole days! I thought you had some hidden injury that hadn't healed yet, but it turns out you just fell asleep!"
The system was still whispering something in his ear, but Chuuya was no longer paying attention.
Chuuya got out of bed and realized that his clothes had been changed into pajamas. He breathed a sigh of relief, as he could hardly imagine getting up in dirty clothes.
The coat and hat were neatly folded and placed on the bedside table. There were no gloves in sight. Chuuya remembered that he had entrusted them to Dazai for safekeeping in order to put Dazai at ease.
[He looks much better now. God knows, when I saw how deep Chuuya's hand injury was, exposing the bone, my heart stopped.]
Please trust in the powerful bug-like abilities and don't die.
[I never saw Dazai's visibly low mood; Atsushi didn't dare say a word at the time.]
[Hopefully, Fedia, who has returned to Russia, can live a good life with the civets and never come to Yokohama again.]
Is Dostoevsky still alive? But if he can really live a good life like the comments suggest and not cause trouble in Yokohama, he might be able to turn a blind eye.
Chuuya went downstairs to pour himself a glass of water. He didn't know how long he had slept, but his throat was dry and a little uncomfortable.
As soon as he stepped out of the room, his muscles tensed up; there were other people in the room.
Chuuya carefully descended the stairs without making a sound, but bumped into Yumeno Kyusaku, who had just come out of the kitchen.
Chuuya relaxed again, poured himself a glass of water, sat on the sofa, took a sip, and raised his eyebrows to look at Kusaku, who was sitting obediently opposite him.
"If I remember correctly, you should be in school right now."
This is terrifying; it feels like getting caught by your parents for skipping school.
[The immersion is so strong, I've already turned down the brightness, but I still managed to peek.]
[Limited-time return, Little Mengye! She looks so much more cheerful now]
Having not spoken for a long time, his voice was a little hoarse, and he coughed a few times, which was also unusual for him.
"I know you were seriously injured and unconscious, so you took the initiative to ask for leave to come back and take care of Chuuya-nii."
While listening to Yumeno Kyusaku's answer, Chuuya also observed him. It seemed that the environment could indeed change a person, especially a child whose mind was not yet fully developed.
At least the child is doing well in Tokyo; he's become much more cheerful, and the gloomy hatred that used to linger in the other person's eyes has disappeared.
"You've finally started a new life, aren't you afraid of coming back and getting caught again?"
Perhaps because the crisis had passed and he was recovering from a serious illness, Chuuya had become a bit lazy, leaning back on the comfortable sofa and happily playing with the child.
"If I get caught, I'll sneak out. Chuuya-nii will help me, right? Besides, Dazai-san promised to help me and told me to come back without worry."
As he spoke, his eyes sparkled as he looked at Chuuya. When he said "Kusaku," his voice softened, carrying a hint of guilt for doing something wrong. Clearly, the past disagreements between the two of them had left a deep impression on him.
Zhong didn't miss the last quiet mutter, and raised his eyebrows.
"Dazai told you about my injury?"
"……Um."
I answered cautiously for a long time, afraid of stepping on the other person's sore spot.
However, contrary to his expectations, Naka didn't react aggressively or get angry at the mere mention of Dazai's name. It seems that their relationship has improved considerably over this period.
Chuuya looked at those big, bright eyes and couldn't help but chuckle. It seemed that his past relationship with Dazai was truly deeply ingrained in people's minds.
"I'm not going to eat you. How are you doing over there?"
Chuuya casually changed the subject, and when he mentioned this, Yumeno Kyusaku's beautiful eyes brightened considerably, and his tone became excited.
“I met the boy we met there, and then every day I encountered different homicides, suicides, crimes of passion, robberies, and bombings. I’ve gotten to know the police officers from the Public Security Bureau. Life in Tokyo is so interesting.”
"every day?"
"Yes! Every day, I even joined their Junior Detective Club."
Chuuya rubbed his throbbing temples and began to regret whether sending the other person to Tokyo was a good decision, even though it was the other person's own decision to stay.
I usually read the messages he sends me, but they are still a bit too exaggerated. However, when I think about how I was held at gunpoint when I got there, it seems normal.
At least Yumeno has the ability to protect himself. After thinking about it, Chuuya said to let him be. Anyway, the kid is having fun, and he won't be the one who suffers in the end.
The Grim Reaper truly lives up to his name.
[Continued to perform consistently]
Chuuya's headache expression is so cute!
[Everyone should keep their cheekbones flat]
Meanwhile, at the detective agency, Dazai, wearing headphones and listening to Chuuya's conversation, pouted with dissatisfaction, his face hidden behind a book. What? The first thing Chuuya did after waking up wasn't to send him a message? As his master, he was truly disappointed.
He went out of his way to take care of Chuuya and raise his child for the pet's mental health, but Chuuya really has no gratitude at all. He probably completely forgot that his gloves are still with him.
However, given Chuuya's slug-like brain capacity, it's understandable that he can't remember. But is it really necessary to listen so seriously to that kid's boring life?
Dazai began to regret bringing that brat back to Yokohama. And why did he call Chuuya "older brother" but "sir"? Even though it was a respectful title, it sounded like he was much older than Chuuya, even though Chuuya was clearly older than him! Chuuya's skill at pretending to be young amazed him.
Dazai has secretly decided that next time he sees that brat, he must make him change his address, at least to call him "brother"!
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