On August 22, at 9:57 a.m., Dazai took charge of the family.
"So, Mr. Dazai, what you mean is...everyone has forgotten that I am Watanabe Tsubasa from the Armed Detective Agency?!" I stood up, but Dazai held my shoulders and sat down again.
"Yes, everyone who knows you has been affected by the huge superpower field," Dazai nodded, looking like he had a toothache on his face, "That's probably the case. If you have anything else you want to ask, just ask."
"Now besides you, who else remembers that I am Watanabe Tsubasa?" I asked the most urgent question.
Dazai raised his head and clapped his fingers lightly: "Ah, ah, let me think about it...there is me and Oda."
"so……"
"Hey, don't worry, Si Ye-kun," Dazai's eyes lit up again, and his right hand was in the shape of a pistol, pointing directly at my forehead, "As long as I'm here, everyone will definitely think of you."
I smiled bitterly.
"Speaking of which, what happened to you after I left that day?"
However, I regretted it the moment I said this, because Dazai looked happy, rolled forward from the sofa and landed on the ground, and then began to recreate the scene alone.
"I'll do this first!" He kicked his leg.
"It's okay, Mr. Dazai, I understand..."
"Then Oda rushed behind me and fired! Da da da da da da..." Dazai imitated Odasaku's demeanor.
"Mr. Dazai, I really understand!"
"Mr. Tagore also joined the fight..." He picked up the umbrella at the door and used it to imitate Tagore's crutch.
"..."
"Then, oh, then," Dazai rushed to me and clapped his hands, "Oda used the last bullet to shoot directly through the last shadow monster! Super cool~~"
After hearing this, I finally understood why Dazai was so excited.
So I forced a smile and said, "Anyway, it's great that a friend as strong as Mr. Odasaku has joined the detective agency."
"Yeah, yeah," Dazai narrowed his eyes and smiled like a teenager, "But then again, we have to change the names we call each other in the future~"
I was caught off guard by Dazai's sudden change of topic. I was stunned for a moment and asked, "What?"
"Because it's easy to cause trouble! From now on, I'll call you Kirihara-kun, and you can just call me Dazai~" Dazai said, rubbing the top of my head.
I took a sip of the juice and nodded thoughtfully. In fact, I was secretly happy: I could finally call myself Dazai legitimately.
"Then my next step is to go back to the port Mafia?" I smacked my lips. I didn't notice just now that although I couldn't taste what the drink was made of, it tasted inexplicably.
"Yeah, don't worry," Dazai pouted and looked at his phone, which showed a chat interface, "I've already called someone to pick you up."
"Who?" I roughly guessed in my mind.
"Nakahara~aka~ya~" Dazai obviously lost interest when talking about him, and the ending sounds of each word were drawn out very long.
I nodded, quite satisfied with this arrangement, but I was a little worried that I couldn't pretend to be Kirihara Sawa perfectly.
However, Dazai saw that I kept my head down and kept silent, so he thought I was worried about my future life as a mafia man.
"As long as you put a little thought into the job of killing people, you can turn it into saving people~" He picked up the cup I had just finished drinking and looked at it in the sun.
The glass cup was crystal clear, and several rays of colored light flashed into his eyes before making no sound.
But he soon got rid of the dream demon, turned to stare at my side face, and said happily: "By the way, Si Yejun hasn't tried my newly developed dishes yet?!"
"What is that?" I raised my head, feeling a bad feeling in my heart.
"Wait a moment, wait a moment~" As he said that, he disappeared again.
I rubbed the back of my head, feeling like Dazai was making me happy.
About five minutes after Dazai entered the kitchen, there was an extremely violent knock on the door, followed by a man's roar.
"Mackerel! Open the door! I told you not to try to commit suicide when I come! It will waste time!"
The wooden door trembled violently, it must have been Chuuya who kicked it.
I sighed and glanced into the kitchen. Dazai was singing, dancing and cooking, with no time to care about what was going on outside the house.
I had no choice but to risk my life and open the door.
I pulled the door handle, turned slightly to the side, and the moment I opened the door, I saw a dark figure rushing directly into the house.
He stared at the empty living room for a moment, turned around sharply, and saw me closing the door furtively and at a loss.
Chuuya looked at me up and down with an angry look on his face: "What are you wearing?"
I closed the door and looked down. This outfit was often worn by Watanabe Siye, and it was obviously no longer suitable for my current identity.
"That dress is ruined," I argued.
Chuuya crossed his chest and stared at me for a moment with an eyebrow raised, then said coldly: "I don't believe it."
"You guy, even if you make up excuses, you have to be decent." He finally relented, took two steps forward, and put a hand on my shoulder, "And next time, stay away from this guy Dazai, let's How long have the three of you known each other, and you still get deceived by him?"
I started to wonder what kind of excuse Dazai had made up.
Chuuya continued: "Okay, I don't want to blame you anymore, but as an excuse, you can think it over and explain it to the leader. I will definitely not accompany you this time!"
After he finished speaking, he clenched his fist and knocked on my head, and there was a sound like a spring.
"The Super Boomerang Mushroom Crab Immortal Bandage Sandwich is ready~"
Just when the atmosphere was at a stalemate, Dazai walked out of the smoke-filled kitchen with a plate in his hand.
I glanced at the plate, and there were exactly three sandwiches in it. I didn’t know if there was just one extra sandwich, or if it was specially prepared for someone.
"Eat, eat~" Dazai grabbed my arm and sat at the table, ignoring me as if it was nothing.
Chuuya didn't stop talking about Dazai, turned his head and sat at the far end of the sofa.
"Looks like I have to change the sofa again~" Dazai sat on the other end of the sofa, and the last sound reached someone's ears.
"What do you mean?"
"Ah," Dazai seemed to be frightened and covered his mouth, looking weak, "Why is there a dark little man here? I didn't notice it unless he barked twice~"
After hearing these words, he finally couldn't help it anymore, jumped on the sofa, and ravaged it: "Don't you don't want this sofa? I'm going to make it impossible for you!"
The corners of Dazai's mouth twitched, and Qian Qian snatched Chuuya's hat, rubbing it vigorously with his fingertips: "Even if a dwarf wears a two-meter hat, he is still a dwarf!"
"Let it go!" Chuuya gave up on destroying the sofa and jumped up to grapple with Dazai.
And I sat far away, far away from the din of war. I was also hungry, so I looked at the Super Boomerang Mushroom Crab Densen Bandage Sandwich made by Dazai, and after confirming that it was not poisonous, I took a big bite.
Suddenly, the umami flavor of crab and the meaty texture of mushrooms exploded in your mouth.
Sure enough, the sandwich lives up to its name, and the taste really lingers like a boomerang, making people want to stop. It keeps rippling in the mouth, as if it is about to reach immortality.
And a few strips of milky white salad dressing are wrapped around the surface of the sandwich like a bandage, which not only makes the taste fresh but not greasy, sweet and refreshing, but also adds a unique aesthetic feeling that only belongs to Osamu Dazai.
After tasting it carefully, I gave a thumbs up behind me. I don’t know if Dazai saw it.
