A new day, a new beginning.

Dazai lay limp on the ground, using the clothes made by Shibuzawa Ryuhiko as a carpet, swaying on it and not wanting to move at all. He used the black-covered classic by the flower-growing family to cover his face, looking like a salted fish.

A new beginning? No, today is a salty day.

Just as Dazai closed his eyes for a second to casually slacken his biological clock, and turned over to continue messing around, there was a knock on the door.

Dazai paused, thought for two seconds, and then turned over like a salted fish.

Anyway, the door was not locked, and whoever knocked could open it easily. There was no need for him to bother getting up and opening the door.

To be honest, for a shabby place like Leibo Street, it would be nice to have a door if you want to lock it.

What kind of bicycle do you want?

The person knocking on the door paused for a moment, and then the second round of knocking began.

Dazai ignored him and reached out to move the black-covered book that was about to fall off his head upwards so that it could cover his head.

Perhaps because the person inside did not respond, the person outside waited patiently for a few more seconds and then started knocking on the door for the third time.

Dazai: ...

There was silence for a while, and just when the person at the door started knocking for the fourth time, the first knock had already stopped, and Dazai had no choice but to get up and open the door.

When I opened the door, the first thing I noticed was that the light wasn't very strong, which meant it was still early, or at least far from time to get up.

Standing outside the door was a man with semi-long black hair, wearing a white stand-up collar shirt, a thick black fur cape on the outside, and a white fur hat on his head.

——The Demon Fyodor.

Dazai looked at him expressionlessly, then revealed a fake smile, "Hey, isn't this Fyodor-kun? What do you want from me?"

If he saw it correctly, the door was almost open when he came over just now, or at least opened a gap that was enough for people to notice that "Ah, the door is not locked", but this Russian mouse pretended not to see it and insisted on knocking him awake.

Dazai: Thank you for listening to me.

"Good morning, Mr. Zhi." Fyodor greeted him with a smile, as if he was completely unaware that his persistent knocking on the door had disturbed the sweet dream of the person inside.

"I guess you didn't come to see me so early in the morning just to say hello, right?" Dazai had a smile on his face, and his whole person was a standard smile. "Fyodor, have you figured it out?"

Fyodor raised his head slightly and looked at Dazai. His purple-red pupils were deep, like an abyss that made people want to explore, but those who want to explore the abyss will eventually fall into it.

"Zhijun, I'm curious, why don't you choose your 'companions'?"

Dazai turned aside to make way for Fyodor, with that faint smile on his face. There seemed to be a whirlpool in his iris-colored eyes, guiding people to delve deeper and then pulling them down. "I have no companions."

The black-haired man followed his instructions and walked into the small, dark house. He found a chair and sat down. He crossed one leg over the other, leaning forward with a curious look on his face. "Oh? No companions?"

The door was closed. Under Fyodor's gaze, Dazai sat down on the clothes he used as a carpet. He rested his chin on his left hand, tilted his head slightly, and looked up at Fyodor. "Yes, after all, I am a poor person. Fyodor-kun has known this for a long time."

"You have a good relationship with the detective from the Armed Detective Agency, right?" Fyodor did not hide the fact that he was familiar with Dazai's intelligence. He just held his chin with his hand and showed an interested expression, as if to say: Tell me more?