Furuzawa Qiandao felt that he should retract his preface.
——Not referring to the sentence about considering leaving, but the sentence referring to the fact that I have been too careless recently.
He stood in front of the counter, keeping an expressionless face, and had been staring face to face with Osamu Dazai who was bandaged in front of him for a while.
This is not because I am too careless at all, but because my luck is definitely Mercury retrograde, which is bad luck. Otherwise, how can I explain that the day before yesterday, I was in the same room with Mori Ogai, and they broke up on bad terms, and today the black mud spirit came to the bookstore in great numbers.
Speaking of the bookstore, the clerk who was originally responsible for taking care of the store manager has no intention of continuing to open the business. Now the situation in Yokohama is getting worse and worse. Even if the business situation is bleak every day, the store will be damaged and life is in danger. Who knows why the store manager I insist on persisting. Once my body feels better, I will miss this place.
People over fifty didn't know where their bad temper came from, and even sneaked out of the house to take a look.
The store clerk had no choice but to temporarily open the business first, but he only used the excuse of finding someone to help take care of the business to stabilize the old store manager, hoping that he would stop running around without regard for his own safety.
Furuzawa Qiandao lowered his eyes and glanced at the edge of the counter. He saw the books that were often changed and needed to be put back on the bookshelf, as well as the money that was occasionally left in the mezzanine. Combined with the cat food in the corner of the counter storage cabinet, he could roughly guess what it was. People will come quietly at a fixed time.
He also learned a little bit about the accidental fall from the store clerk. It is said that he felt someone helping him from behind, so he was not seriously injured. Perhaps the old store manager mistakenly thought it was some kind of blessing god. Yeah, so I'm more concerned about it.
However, Furuzawa Qianjima knew that it was the mysterious teacher Natsume who wandered around Yokohama but still came here to eat and drink safely every day. Various signs also showed that someone was taking care of this place behind the scenes. Naturally, the only conclusion was this. A "Mr. Cat".
——According to the current plot, Osamu Dazai definitely did not come here to find the cat, so it is obvious who he is looking for.
Furuzawa Qianjima returned his attention to the young man who walked into the bookstore as if to kill time. The boy was still browsing the rows of bookshelves with book titles on them. Out of boredom, he would pick up a book from time to time and casually walk around. I flipped through a few pages and stuffed them back on the bookshelf.
It's obvious that it's going to increase the workload for myself.
If he doesn't take the initiative to ask, there may be more work left when the other party comes over on his own.
"Guest, what kind of book are you looking for?" Furuzawa Qiandao walked out from the counter helplessly and asked.
Dazai Osamu seemed to have just noticed that there was still a clerk there, and turned his head to express confusion, and then his eyes lit up slightly.
At this time, Furuzawa Qiandao's mood cooled slightly with the change in his eyes.
"I want to find a book that contains the world's most comprehensive and detailed instructions on suicide!" Osamu Dazai answered him.
Oh...it's the "Complete Suicide Manual".
Furusawa Qiandao was silent for two seconds, then turned around and walked straight to a bookshelf. He took down the book that looked different from the dark spines around him, and then turned around to see the other person standing close by. position to stare at yourself.
He took a deep breath before putting his heart that was almost scared out of his chest back into place. There was panic and condemnation in his eyes that just happened to be startled, and he frowned slightly.
"...Is the guest looking for this strange book?"
He knew this book when he saw it, and guessed that Dazai Osamu would come here sooner or later. However, this bookstore was not the only one selling this book, so he naturally didn't think about it further.
Who knew there would be a day when Mercury goes retrograde...even the senior clerk is not here today, so I can't even make excuses not to contact him.
Dazai Osamu glanced at the book twice, pure surprise burst out on his face, he cheered with joy, and stepped forward to take the book which was said to be "a suicide tutorial that I have searched many bookstores but could not find".
I don't know if he asked casually or deliberately, but he suddenly said to Furuzawa Qiandao, "Mr. Clerk, you seem to be more familiar with the books here than the previous clerk. You must have worked here for a long time."
The so-called opening of the topic is so unexpected.
Furusawa Qiandao looked down at the black mud demon who was much shorter than him. He felt a little more psychologically comforted and replied: "It hasn't been that long. I worked here for a while when there was not so much chaos in the past few years."
But at that time, the senior clerk did often fish, and the store manager basically disappeared when he was there.
"Well...that's it." Dazai Osamu was slightly surprised, "But after a while, you are still so familiar with the arrangement of books here. It's really amazing."
"If you really want to say it, it's because there are basically no new books in stock," Furuzawa Qiandao said, looking at the adjacent bookshelf, "The same thing, if it is printed and revised repeatedly, is regarded as new, and then it is repeatedly printed and revised. Just put it in the original area."
"Oh - is this the reason why you are so familiar with the location of this book?" Dazai Osamu picked up the book again and looked at it from side to side, with joy in his eyes.
"Maybe I have a lot of like-minded people——"
"No, it's simply that this book has been in that position for too long, and it hasn't changed at all." Furuzawa Qiandao shattered his thoughts, interrupted and dismissed the sentence indifferently, "How many books are there next to it?" It has been revised several times, but this one has always been there like this."
Dazai Osamu's expression instantly darkened. He looked at Furuzawa Qianjima with a resentful look and said, "Let me tell you... Mr. clerk, could you please stop ruining the atmosphere so much? Fortunately, I was kind enough to stay here for a long time."
Do you have good intentions to increase the workload that doesn't matter to others? Thanks for not being sensitive.
Furuzawa Qiandao didn't speak, but his eyes showed his impatience.
"Besides looking for this book, do you have any other questions? If not, please go to the front desk to check out."
——Although whether the other party brings money or not is a question.
Dazai Osamu tapped his chin with his index finger, thought for a while, and suddenly smiled like a flower in the night, and said to Furuzawa Qianjima: "There is another question, that is... why are you afraid of me? Apart from the fact that I came in just now. , only when you are observing me from a distance near the clinic, it should not be within the sheep's territory."
The young man approaching bowed slightly. The figure of the child wearing a light-colored shirt was obviously so weak that he could be knocked down with a punch, but a certain quality conveyed made people unable to move.
This man's dark eyes exuded substantial malice, like a bottomless pool. Furuzawa Qiandao's breathing was almost stagnant at this moment.
"Just like now -" he said, reaching out his hand to touch the stunned man.
——Will it launch an attack? This kind of frightened reaction will usually trigger a defensive reflex and instinctively attack after one goes beyond a safe distance, right? So far, the only things the other party has come into contact with are this book and the bookshelf next to it, so which one will be used as a weapon?
In the case of the book, it is the triggering time limit of the superpower, and in the case of the bookcase, it is the weight and choice... If it is neither, but the iron nail in his pocket, then it is a commonly used or limited item. Will he be attacked the moment he is attacked? Are there any other possibilities?
Before Dazai Osamu could come into contact with the surprised Furusawa Qianjima, a loud bell sounded at the door. The doorbell made a crisp sound when a customer opened the door. After urging the bookshelf, the clerk, who might be lazy, appeared quickly.
Furuzawa Qiandao came back to his senses and subconsciously glanced at the person in front of him. The other person was already holding a book and walking gracefully in another direction. He quickly held on to the bookshelf next to him and took a deep breath while covering his racing heart and secretly shouting that he was saved. .
Why can the so-called "darkness" and "death" aura described in words really exist in reality across a world? ! His soul just flew out! Almost even the revolving lantern appeared in front of my eyes!
"Qiandao, what are you doing holding the bookshelf?" Zhongyuan Zhongya's suspicious voice sounded in his ears.
Furuzawa Qiandao was startled again. He turned around and found that the person who opened the door was none other than Nakahara Chuuya. All thoughts and resentments about yesterday that seemed to have ended on bad terms disappeared.
He quickly stood up straight, shook his head and said, "It's nothing, I accidentally slipped just now. Why are you here?"
Then he looked past the other person's figure and glanced at the person waiting quietly at the counter not far away to check out, wondering if they had bumped into each other just now.
"Are you really okay..." Nakahara Chuuya murmured in a low voice, and then replied: "If you have nothing to do, can't you take a look? I heard that the bookstore is still open in this situation, and you are not here, so I thought you were Here. Where’s the clerk?”
"He went to take care of the store manager. There is basically no one around now, so just leave the job of looking after this place to me." Furuzawa Qianjima said while pushing Nakahara Chuuya out of the narrow path between the bookshelves.
"Really, you are really easy to talk to."
"It's not a matter of talking... Anyway, the hourly wage has also increased, so I don't think it matters." Furuzawa Qiandao shrugged, then moved behind the counter, packed the books skillfully and handed them over.
"The total is xx yuan. This is your book, please take it."
Nakahara Chuya caught a glimpse of the book Dazai Osamu bought and watched him happily leave with the book before complaining to Furuzawa Qianjima about why there was such a strange book in the store.
"Is there really nothing wrong with this bookstore...and what's even more outrageous is that people actually buy it." He felt unbelievable about this.
Out of a slight feeling of helplessness towards this world literature, and a little absent-minded, Furuzawa Qianjima did not tell Nakahara Chuuya that this was the only person he had seen to buy this book since it appeared.
So I could only remain awkwardly silent for two seconds, sighing: "Yeah..."
So what exactly was Dazai Osamu planning to do just now? Are you just scaring yourself? Don't be kidding, it's really scary...
