(Pov you Dazai Osamu)

There was a compartment for two, we managed to snatch tickets for the last night flight after we found out what the assignment was and where it would be.

In the silence of the night, only the still quiet rumble of other voices could be heard, and a few people, before they had time to put their things away, began to eat. Osamu himself hadn't had a crumb in his mouth since morning, so it was quite tempting to listen to what the people in the compartment were exchanging. Watching Doppo's actions out of the corner of his eye, ideal, as usual, was probably disassembling the bed, perfectly adjusting the blanket, pillows, and sheets, which was a little annoying, there was too much fuss.

It took more than 6 hours to drive, and then 3 hours by bus with transfers to Hiranai, to an urban-type settlement, where the crime occurred, which many Aomori County detectives had already tried to deal with, but no one could. Dazai already wanted to understand what kind of atrocity it was and whether it was related to the recent incidents in Japan, and in particular in Yokohama.

Osamu took out the bun he had bought before leaving and started eating, leaning his cheek against the wall. —We're only going to drive for 5-6 hours, and it's like you're going to stay here for permanent residence.

Kunikida sighed, looking at Dazai -This is just in case, what if we are not for a day, but for a week Kunikida looked at the dazai and sat down on bed