My baby tamer can't be the leader

Chapter 136

I was choked up by Osamu Dazai and couldn't speak. For a while, I only felt a suffocation feeling that I wanted to inhale oxygen. What is going on with this man!

"No, isn't that the point?! The point is who would give such a hint to yourself?! Question it, but you question it for me!"

Still lying on the edge of the bed and looking up at my leader with an innocent expression, he whispered, "But..."

He didn't continue after "but", but raised his hand and gently rubbed the center of his eyebrows with his fingertips, "I, I don't remember."

When uttering these words, the expression on Dazai Osamu's face was particularly difficult. The book's inhibitory effect on memory obviously also includes the reason, so he really just didn't want to resist this hint.

"You don't even remember why, why are you still so sure that you will regret it?" I stood up, "And, couldn't it be someone else's hint?"

"Huh? There is no such person." Dazai Osamu didn't even show off in his tone when he replied, it was more like stating the facts calmly, "Besides, this is a very dangerous thing."

"When giving hints to others, because one's own spirit needs to be kept in a highly concentrated state, it is easy to be countered at this time, even if the devil seizes such an opportunity, or in turn he is caught I took my chances, and we'd all be more inclined to end each other straight away than in this way...and it just doesn't make sense."

"Of course." He paused, and said nonchalantly, "The main reason is that I really hate that face."

You are so emotional!

Osamu Dazai seemed to no longer try to hide his thoughts at all, and expressed his strong disgust quite directly.

"Did you judge directly from the possibility..."

"That's not true." He thought for a while, "There are also some technical factors. Of course, the more important thing is... I have never thought of a reason to refuse to embrace it in the past."

Isn't this topic going to a dead end again... If I still have to tell him about the other world, let alone whether he can 'process' such information while the inhibitory effect of the book is still there, and I seem to There is no need to wait four years later!

The reason why Osamu Dazai is acting so harmless now may be largely because he has always been steadfast in the path he has chosen, and because of this, he has diverted a part of his attention, making the paranoia in him a little less , if this is not the case...

I'm actually...not really sure.

Four years is long enough for a man as wise and close to a monster as he has changed too much, but four years is also so short that it is almost just a moment of my trance.

If he doesn't change his mind by the end of the day, give it a try.

After sighing in my heart, I shrank back into the quilt again, and when Osamu Dazai stretched out his hand in disbelief and tried to pull my quilt with aggrieved expression, I said angrily, "Aren't you tired from lying on your stomach like this? Go take a shower and go to sleep , don’t use the rest of the underworld to bring me down!”

As a result, when I woke up and saw Osamu Dazai sitting beside the bed in a sand-colored windbreaker, I felt a chill in my heart. I almost thought that I had time-traveled again, and I was still wearing the original world... There is no need for that right? ?

But soon I realized that Osamu Dazai in front of me changed his clothes according to my previous request. After all, there is a huge difference in the usual momentum between Osamu Dazai of the Armed Detective Agency and the leader of Mafia at the port. Of course, I It refers to the usual state, if you are in a state of being irritated, it may not be easy to distinguish between the two?

But in short, I don't want to have the opportunity to distinguish it with my own eyes. It's absolutely terrifying, absolutely.

Osamu Dazai, who rarely had his left eye wrapped, probably sensed my movement, turned slightly sideways, and met my gaze.

There seemed to be a little nostalgia in his expression, and he seemed to be immersed in some kind of past, "Morning? I haven't gone out during the day for a long time."

The young leader said, "But, even so... the scene four years ago is still vivid in my memory."

"I thought I wouldn't miss the past when I had nothing and just wandered around like a wild dog, but in the end..."

He didn't continue, but looked at me almost dimly, "Xiaoqi, is there anything in your past that you can miss?"

My eyes fell on Osamu Dazai's bow tie. He obviously tore off the jewels from the bow tie yesterday...do you have any spares?

It's not that I ignored him on purpose, it's just that I feel that most normal people don't want to start philosophizing when they wake up, right? !Don't most people do this before going to bed? ?

Just seeing this guy's gaze gradually lowered, I glanced at him with some headaches, "Since you care about it, then go and have a look."

"As for me...my past is not as colorful as yours."

"So, the answer is no?" he asked.

"How do you understand that colorful is not a compliment!" I emphasized blankly, "Every minute and every second of a perfect person like me is a moment worth remembering—that is, you can now Go out consciously, I have to change clothes."

"Hey? Wait a minute, why do I feel that Xiaoqi's attitude towards me is getting worse and worse, is it an illusion?" Osamu Dazai showed an incredulous expression, before he could continue to say something, I squinted my eyes Perfunctory him, "Cultural differences, illusions, illusions, must be illusions."

After driving him out and changing his clothes, I saw him frowning as soon as I went out, with one hand resting on his chin, as if he was thinking about something.

I was still wondering if someone had sent him official documents during this time, and I heard Osamu Dazai ask me hesitantly, "Is the cultural difference really that big?"

I really couldn't help but took a deep breath, and after closing my eyes for a while, I answered him, "Actually, it's not very big."

For example, when he deliberately pretended to be innocent, the familiar tea scent...

As long as he changes his gender - it doesn't seem to make a difference, he doesn't show people without distinction, on the contrary, generally he only shows people when he is in a very good mood or in a very bad mood, it only has to do with his mood and has nothing to do with gender , the rest of the time it's normal yin and yang eccentricity or simply being too lazy to care about others... Well, it feels quite acceptable?It's better to say that I feel more receptive in an instant!

After my eyes drifted away for a moment, I coughed lightly, "Don't worry about that, let's go."

When Dazai Osamu was still obsessed with the last topic, I followed him out of the port Mafia through the secret passage quite familiarly.

Although it is early in the morning, there are still no pedestrians next to the building belonging to the port Mafia. Even though the sun is just right at this moment, it just melts away the chill of the night, and it is not as hot as noon. If I have to describe it, I would prefer to use "mercy" This description is used to interpret the rising sun at this moment.

But even so, the dividing line between 'night' and 'day' is still so clearly visible.

It's not a physical divide... it's a divide between people's hearts.

Osamu Dazai, who was following me, looked at the sky and became engrossed. At this moment, he no longer had a deliberate smile on his face that was almost like a mist that made it difficult to discern joy and anger. Instead, he simply turned his gaze to Zhanlan Sky.

But he didn't follow me straight to the side facing the sun, but stayed silent in the shadow cast by the building.

Without giving him a chance to act impromptu, I simply turned around and grabbed his wrist. At the moment when the young leader was astonished to the point where his expression froze for a moment, I dragged him out of the shadows. Towed to the side under the sun.

"..." Osamu Dazai obviously wanted to express some insights, but a wise man never fights unprepared, I immediately took out a piece of candy and handed it to his slightly parted lips, "Eat it or not, it's fine. "

He almost instinctively bit the candy with his fingertips, and after he reacted, the face that was always dotted with a constant smile rarely showed a trace of condemnation to me, but it was good. After all, Osamu Dazai is the leader, so there is still some burden on his image, he still can't let me radiate negative energy while eating.

To replace it with Dazai Osamu of the Armed Detective Agency... I wouldn't think so, would I?I always feel that this guy is someone who pays more attention to these details?It's really Schrödinger's conduct. It belongs to yes.

Ah, speaking of it, the Japanese don't seem to have the habit of eating while walking... Whatever, he will get used to this cultural difference!

Speaking of which, although I have been in Yokohama in this world for a while, but if I have to say, the previous period was more like a business trip for me... Compared with the novelty after arriving in the new world, it is more Most of them are still anxious and worried. In short, it is definitely impossible to be careless enough to wander around without any purpose in the whole sense like now.

Probably just crushed the candy and swallowed it, Dazai Osamu opened his mouth soon again, but after that point, even if he wanted to emo, he might not be able to find the mood suitable for emo, he could only listen to it in my ear Complaining to me in a low voice.

I listened to it as a portable BGM for a while. After all, when he intentionally softened his voice, the voice that seemed to jump directly from the strings was really pleasant enough—just like himself, if he wants to get other People's favor, that is really too easy.

But soon I found that I was walking in the middle of the sidewalk, and I was almost squeezed to the side wall by Osamu Dazai... How hard are you leaning against me? !

I stopped in my tracks, and politely said to Osamu Dazai, "Come here a little bit, yes, keep your hands beside you."

The other party obviously showed a look that was a bit hard to let go, he hesitated and said, "Is this not good?"

"Really?" I smiled, "You know it's not good, so you still squeeze me so hard?!"