[Wen Hao] I worked hard to restore the health of the protagonist group

When they found Dazai, the three of them were eating rice soaked in tea.

Xie Shuyi walked into the store without saying a word. When Dazai Osamu saw him, he raised his hand happily and greeted him.

"Hey, Xiao Yi-chan is here too! The information has been delivered..."

Before he could finish his words, a heavy slap slapped half of his face.

The right side of Dazai Osamu's face turned red instantly, his messy hair fell to one side to cover his eyes, hiding his dark look, and the atmosphere became weird.

Kunikida and Nakajima Atsushi were both stunned, and for a moment neither of them tried to dissuade them.

The former did not expect that the boy who looked so well-behaved and weak would actually be so cruel?

Tsk.

It's amazing!

He adjusted his glasses, looked at the empty table, and hid the smile on his face. He felt so relieved!

Xie Shuyi didn't say anything. From the moment he came in until now, except when he slapped Dazai Osamu, his hands had been clenched uncontrollably.

He didn't say how long he had been looking for Dazai Osamu, nor did he say how worried and anxious he was. God knows, when he entered the store and looked at the smiling Dazai Osamu, he was actually more relieved than angry.

He wiped his eyes carelessly and spoke in an almost hoarse voice, "Give me the phone."

Only then did Kunikida realize that Jie Shuyi was soaked from head to toe, as if he had been soaking in the river with Dazai Osamu for most of the day, and his entire body was in a state of disarray.

"Are you okay? Do you want to change your clothes?" Nakajima Atsushi wanted to stop the fight, but seeing the aura of Jie Shuyi, he didn't have the courage, so he could only ask carefully.

"Give me the phone." Xie Shuyi ignored him and continued to speak to Dazai Osamu in a paranoid manner.

Dazai Osamu sighed softly and spread out his hands helplessly.

"I was swept away by the water while in the river."

There was still a faint, barely noticeable smile on his face, as if the person who had just been slapped was not him.

Xie Shuyi made a sound of "tut", not knowing whether he was angry or something else, and he resisted the urge to punch him in the face.

He cursed him as a bastard and ran away.

The three of them were left standing there in a daze. Before they could react, Xie Shuyi, who had originally run away, came back.

He grabbed Dazai Osamu's arm without giving him a chance to refuse. With the activation of his supernatural power, Jie Shuyi not only checked Dazai Osamu's body, but also, with the help of his supernatural power, avoided the possibility of Dazai Osamu having a fever tomorrow.

Then he left without looking back, and this time, he really left.

That night, Xie Shuyi did not go to the dormitory prepared for him by Dazai Osamu, but returned to the shabby little hotel alone.

When a person curls up in bed, he hugs himself feeling insecure.

He knew that he was impulsive today, and was very irrational and impolite. He rarely had such emotions. Except when he faced the uncle, he never cared about another person.

But Xie Shuyi couldn't control himself. He couldn't bear to watch Mr. Dazai die in front of him.

After thinking about it, he called the uncle.

Odasaku, who was thousands of miles away, had just written a few words in the novel in his hand when he saw a notification on his mobile phone.

"The 'little devil' called."

After pressing the answer button without hesitation, he seemed to hear a choked cry.

Odasaku was completely stunned, and his tone became much gentler as he asked softly, "What's wrong with you?"

Xie Shuyi's emotions were like a flood that had been opened, "Uncle! Dazai Osamu, that suicidal maniac, is actually going to commit suicide!"

"Ah? Yeah. Dazai Osamu has always been like that." Odasaku was stunned at first, then there was an obvious smile in his tone.

"He jumped off a bridge in front of me today! I almost thought he was actually going to die!"

The young man's clear and bright voice was filled with grievance and sadness. Odasaku could even imagine the scene of Jie Shuyi yelling and pounding the quilt angrily.

"I don't want him to die..."

"Uncle! I'm so unhappy! Can I kill him before he commits suicide? If I kill him, I won't be so worried and sad!"

Odasaku on the other end of the phone twitched his lips, and the words of comfort suddenly got stuck in his throat, and he couldn't utter a word.

In the end, he could only smile helplessly, scratched his hair, and leaned back slightly in his grandfather's chair.

"Don't worry, it's hard for him to die."

The next day, Nakajima Atsushi opened his eyes in confusion and looked at the white ceiling. He was stunned for a long time before he suddenly realized what had happened last night. He sat up in horror and looked at his right hand.

The memory of last night was real. He saw with his own eyes that his right hand turned into a tiger's claw. But now, looking at his right arm that had recovered, he sighed softly.

"I haven't seen the ceiling for a long time." He murmured to himself.

The ringing of the cell phone suddenly interrupted his thoughts. Nakajima Atsushi was startled and jumped up from the bed like a frightened chicken.

"What? What? What happened?"

Only then did he realize that there was a pile of clothes neatly folded behind his pillow, with his cell phone on top of the clothes.

He picked up the phone in a panic and almost fell to the ground.

"Yes, yes, yes! Answer it! Answer it! It's over now, answer it right away! Which one should I press? This one? Hurry up, which one should I press?!!!"

He held the phone in his hand, but the buttons on it were unfamiliar to Nakajima Atsushi. He half-lay on the ground, his buttocks twisting in anxiety, and his hands seemed a little at a loss on the buttons.

"Hello!" Finally he figured out the buttons, and the boy greeted nervously.

"Good morning～" is the same wavy sound as always.

"It's Mr. Dazai." Nakajima Atsushi was obviously relieved, with relief and a hint of joy in his tone.

"It's a nice day today. How is living in the new dormitory?"

"Thanks to you, this place feels like a palace in the clouds, compared to sleeping in the wilderness." Nakajima Atsushi was really grateful. He hadn't been in such a nice house for a long time.

"That's great. The clothes next to the pillow are replacement clothes. They are gifts from the detective agency."

"Thank you so much for your meticulous care." Even in Tonghua, Nakajima Atsushi bowed deeply.

"By the way, Atsushi-kun, this may sound a little abrupt. Actually, an emergency has occurred." Dazai Osamu's voice lowered, and his tone was deliberately panic-stricken.

"Emergency?" Nakajima Atsushi was stunned at first, and his expression became serious.

"Yes. We have to race against time. Get to the designated place quickly. Things are really bad. We can only rely on you."

"Yes...I got it." Nakajima Atsushi's eyes were firm. Even though he was a little hesitant, he did not refuse.

He put on his clothes and heard Dazai Osamu's deep voice from the other end of the phone.

"Are you ready, Atsushi-kun?"

"Yes!" Nakajima Atsushi stood up and opened the door.

"First leave the room and close the door properly. Look behind you!"

"Later..." Nakajima Atsushi was stunned for a moment, and then decisively turned his head. Following his line of sight, he saw a figure sitting in an iron barrel not far away.

His limbs were strangely stuck in the iron barrel, with his two long thin legs stretched out weakly.

Nakajima Atsushi took a deep breath, then quickly went downstairs and stood in front of the iron barrel.

Look at Dazai Osamu in the iron barrel. He scratched his head and his expression seemed helpless and speechless.

"Um, what's going on?"

Dazai Osamu looked at him with a smile, and his tone was not as serious as it was on the phone. "Guess what's going on?"

"This morning's hallucination?"

He smiled and said, "I guessed wrong."

Nakajima Atsushi thought about the reason very seriously, and with great difficulty squeezed out an idea, "Could it be that the enemy attacked, or fell into a trap or something like that?"

Dazai Osamu directly announced the answer. "I came in by myself."

"Huh?!" Nakajima Atsushi couldn't help but let out a puzzled sound.

"How should I put it? I heard there's a suicide method like this, where you get stuck in a barrel. I tried it a little. But after trying it like this, I found that it hurts a lot, but I can't die. And after getting stuck here, I can't get out by my own strength."

Dazai Osamu was like a boneless lazy sheep. Every time he spoke, his body moved down a little bit. In the end, most of his body could not be seen by Nakajima Atsushi. I couldn't imagine what kind of posture he was in there.

"I feel like I'm going to die!" The voice came from inside the iron pipe, and there were even some trembling echoes.

"Anyway, it's a method of suicide. It will always succeed if we keep going like this." Nakajima Atsushi couldn't help but complain.

"Although I like suicide, I hate pain and suffering. Isn't this natural? And later I found out that this is not a method of suicide but a method of torture." Dazai Osamu pursed his lips, his words were full of grievance, he was almost dying of pain.

"That's how it is." Nakajima Atsushi looked helpless.

Then, with a fierce kick, the iron barrel fell down and gurgled twice on the ground. Dazai Osamu also found the point of force and climbed out of it reluctantly.

He rubbed his aching waist and sat down on the iron barrel. Nakajima Atsushi stayed beside him, with a look of confusion and sadness under his long hair.

Dazai Osamu seemed not to notice and continued to talk to himself, "You have been a great help, Atsushi-kun. If you were not here, my waist would have been broken into two pieces."

Nakajima Atsushi smiled, and that trace of emotion was quickly hidden. He looked at Dazai Osamu, "Didn't you ask other colleagues for help?"

Dazai Osamu was stunned and his expression froze for a moment.

"I called them and told them I was going to die. Everyone said in unison, 'Congratulations! What do you think?'"

"That's right." Nakajima Atsushi suddenly seemed to think of something, "What about that boy from yesterday? Didn't you call him?"

"Ah, Xiao Yi-chan. He seems to still be mad at me. He has ignored me for the whole day and didn't even answer my calls."

"Souga, he looked very angry last night. Is he also a member of the Armed Detective Agency? I didn't see him at night."

"He, isn't he yet..."