Yokohama Heart Fraudster

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    Starry night.

    Dazai Osamu stood on the roof of a high-rise building, with his hands in his pockets, calmly staring at the unique night view of Yokohama that was feasting and feasting below.

    The cool breeze blew the overly long black coat that was draped over his shoulders, and also let the soft black hair caress his cheeks, and a trace of faint traces lingered on his handsome face at the age of seventeen. smile.

    He just stared at the scene in front of him quietly, the moonlight was like water, making his figure more and more hazy, almost blending with the darkness of the moonlit night.

    Suddenly, his figure moved.

    Turning to his side, he casually raised his eyes to look behind him, and suddenly smiled.

    "Good evening."

    "It's so strange, to meet someone or something in such a place..."

    A strange figure appeared there unknowingly.

    Behind him is a beautiful silver plate hanging in the sky. The man was wearing a black dress, standing gracefully behind him, with his right hand lightly tapping the brim of his head, and his left hand casually in the pocket of his trousers, with a butterfly mask on. On his face, only a pair of eyes and a graceful chin curve showed, making him look full of mystery.

    In this darkness, Osamu Dazai couldn't see the man's face hidden by the mask, his eyes fell on the row of silver buttons on the fashionable dress designed by the man, and his eyes also appeared with the buttons at the moment in the moonlight. The halo refracting below is the same coldness.

    "What are you doing here?"

    The man spoke with a smile, but his voice was softer and weirder than expected, like a piece of candy stuck in his throat, a little too sweet.

    Dazai Osamu looked at the man's neck, because it was blocked by the high-necked fabric, he couldn't tell whether there was an Adam's apple.

    But according to his intuition, this person should be male and not very old.

    "Well, the scenery here is very beautiful." While looking at it, he gestured to the distance with his palm, his long eyelashes moved slightly, and a casual smile appeared on his face: "When you encounter such a beautiful night scene, don't you want to experience it once from here? Do you feel the pleasure of jumping?"

    "..."

    The man in the evening gown did not speak, and Osamu Dazai wondered whether he was surprised by his lines, and forgot his words for a while. However, the interesting scene he imagined did not come, and the man chuckled in his usual tone.

    "Oh, a very interesting proposal."

    He bent down gracefully, covered his palms on his chest, and gave a perfect gentleman's salute.

    "Please do it yourself, I hope my presence won't interrupt your good mood for jumping off the building."

    After speaking, he stood there graciously, as if he made up his mind not to disturb you any longer.