[Comprehensive] Mr. Dazai who can't die

If someone told Dazai cadre four years ago that one day he would leave his fragrant and soft bed in the middle of the night and soak in a tavern to act as a close brother.

Mr. Dazai, who was able to scare the boss's humanoid powers into tears with just a self-portrait, and called the self-portrait a hostile organization's psychic powers, would first laugh three times at this joke, and then decisively pull out the gun, With a bang, this unknown gentleman, who has not yet woken up from his dream, was sent to the Paradise of Paradise.

The port mafia doesn't need fancy fools.

"So boy, have you figured out an excuse to disturb the adults at night?" This man, who seemed to be favored by the heavens, changed out of the white sacrificial robe he wore during the day, and sat lazily under the smoky light. She propped her chin up, her kite-colored eyes seemed calm but there was a hint of unrestrained anger, "If there is no good reason, bad children who disobey will be punished~"

Enkidu, who has tried his best to format his memory just now, because the man's suggestive words, to Enkidu, who is like an ignorant child at this time, the scene he just entered through the window just now is like A slideshow appeared in front of his eyes.

In Enkidu's heart, although he didn't say much about the two human priests he met at the beginning, he already regarded them as friends in his heart.

"Dazai, although I don't want to say it, but taking advantage of other people's danger..." The young man who has slowly recovered his senses, regained his senses, and immediately found the characteristics that he had ignored at the beginning because of the unexpected explosive scene that caused his brain to crash.

In addition to the strong smell of chestnut flowers in that room, there is also a faint smell of wine.

Osamu Dazai curled his lips, "Young man, you must know that it doesn't matter whether a cat is black or white, a cat that can catch mice is a good cat."

For the profit-oriented port mafia, what to eat is never the most important thing, the most important thing is always the piece of meat that is bitten off and swallowed in the stomach.

It was the first time Enkidu heard this theory, and he was taken aback for a while. Although he felt very novel about this point of view, he said that it is difficult for an upright official to break up housework. Maybe it would be another one for Dazai and Chuya. A novel fun play?

To a certain extent, Enkidu, who is also quite open, compared the lions he had accidentally bumped into in order to reproduce, and the male lions basically slept together for a whole month. After a harmonious exercise, such a comparison, Enkidu calmed down.

Calmly skipping over this topic, like a bystander, Enkidu calmly and in the most objective tone described all the things he encountered after parting from his friends.

After listening to the boy's narration, Osamu Dazai blinked, "Don't you already have the answer in your heart? Why are you still confused?"

"confused?"

"Yes..." Osamu Dazai felt bored when he could guess the ending of the story from the very beginning. He yawned lazily and wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, "The gods told you that human beings are weak and kind, but you found In addition to these good qualities described by the gods, there are also some other detestable bad qualities."

How interesting.

Osamu Dazai felt as if he saw a successful comedy.For the power of faith, the gods chose to endow the hero king with two-thirds of the divinity for human worship and respect. The existence of Gilgamesh not only represents the power of the gods, but also symbolizes the divine gift of kingship.

But as the proud king grew up slowly, he began to deviate from the orthodoxy, and when he became more and more deviant from the kingly way planned by the gods at the beginning, he even began to plan to pull down the high gods from the altar through his own rule.

In this regard, the ideal king was sentenced to 'immorality' by the arrogant god.Then Enkidu came to the earth in order to correct, question, and impeach the gun that was thrown on the earth by the gods for failing to fulfill its due mission.

Wholeheartedly trust the god's strongest weapon, but at this moment, deep down in his heart, he questioned the god who has been spreading the truth, goodness and beauty in the world.

Tsk, this God Realm is really not good.

"That boy, have you given up on your mission?"

"Of course it's impossible." The answer was decisive, "It's totally two different things."

"Oh." Mr. Dazai, who failed Amway and was very indifferent, rubbed his eyes, "Goodbye, indifference."

Zhongyuan Zhong also woke up groggy from a strange room, and his first reaction was to feel dizzy.His whole body was sore and limp, his stomach twitched faintly, and he scratched his frizzy hair in annoyance, "It's really terrible."

Thinking of this, Chuya turned over from the bed, and when he got out of bed, his legs were weak, and he almost fell to the floor.

"Wocao, what's going on?"

The bruises on the inside of the thighs and the weak legs... Coupled with his body, intermittent memories of when he was drunk came to his mind, Zhong Yuan's face turned black, and he stretched out his hands to cover his face in annoyance, " That damned mackerel!!"

A roar escaped from the unclosed window, and he struggled to get up from the floor, resisting the sudden dizziness.

Very disgusted with the sticky feeling on his body, after taking a quick battle bath, Zhongyuan Zhong also dried his wet hair, and after taking care of himself, he quickly went downstairs to find the culprit to settle the score.

"Osamu Dazai, you bastard!"

A low growl pierced through his roar, "You bloody mackerel!"

Zhongyuan Zhongya's fiery temper suddenly stopped when he went downstairs, because he found a black-haired young man who he suspected to have had a one-night stand with him.

"This beautiful lady." Osamu Dazai's kite-colored eyes seemed to have a sea of ​​stars, and he looked tenderly at this little sheep who seemed to have strayed into a pack of wolves, "Since you stepped into this tavern, my It seems as if the warm sun of winter has shone into the void and cold night."

The well-dressed girl blushed when she was teased by the love words gently uttered by the handsome young man in front of her. She shyly wrapped her skirt around her and responded in a very shy voice, "You really can talk."

"Then, this charming lady." Excited by the girl's reaction, Osamu Dazai excitedly held the girl's hand, which had been covered with a layer of calluses from years of farm work.

Standing at the stairs, Zhong Yuanzhong also saw this familiar scene, and subconsciously felt that something was wrong.

"Would you like to jump into the river with me to die for love?"

"what?"

The girl never thought that such a god would unfold, she was stunned.

Nakahara also sighed, and pulled someone's hand away from the bewildered girl.

"Miss, I'm sorry, there is something wrong with this man." Without hesitation, he nodded his head with his hand, and Nakahara Zhongya apologized to the frightened girl in a very gentlemanly way, "I'm sorry for the trouble I caused you." Please don't mind."

The girl never expected that her ordinary self would be able to have close contact with two handsome guys of different types in one day.

In a panic, he quickly waved his hands, indicating that he was fine, covered his face that could fry fish, and ran away shyly.

"Ah, Chuya, you owe me the beauty of the beautiful lady who can die in love together." Looking at the back of the girl who fled in a hurry, Dazai Osamu was a little hopeless, and his ambition to die in love with the beauty was not fulfilled today. .

"Ah…"

"It's better to pay me Chuya yourself. If you look carefully, except for Chuya, if you have a little problem with your height and IQ, I can barely accept the rest." Osamu Dazai looked at the ends of his hair carefully. The young man with a trace of moisture was very reluctant.

The tic-tac-toe on the head of Zhongyuan Zhongye popped up one by one, "Tai! Zai! Zhi!"

"Chuya, you are really a firecracker that explodes with just one click." Mr. Dazai has already adapted to this kind of dwarf with a lot of wind and rain, and it is a bit pity, "But don't worry, Chuya, I will never I will find you to die for love~ If I know that there is a slug like you in Duhai on the way to Santuchuan with me, I will really die."

It's not that he dislikes the little dwarf's slapstick, but the real situation is that if the person who died with him was replaced by the lively and jumping slug in front of him, he would probably be reluctant.

Nakahara Chuya, who was inexplicably disliked:? ? ?

You are really capable, Dazai.

"Thank you so much for your disgust." Zhong Yuanzhong also sneered.

"You're welcome, Chuya~"

"Who is praising you, bastard!" Zhong Yuan frowned, and roared, "And you bastard, don't change the subject for me!"

He was almost caught in by this bastard. What he is most concerned about now is whether he can compare to someone with a thick skin like a city wall last night.

He was clearly the victim, but Chuya Nakahara had no choice but to pull him to the corner aggrieved by Dazai's ridiculous expression.

"Hey, Dazai..." Nakahara Nakaya suddenly didn't know what to say as his eyes met, he opened his mouth, and inexplicably closed it under Dazai's half-smile expression.

It's like waking up drunk to find that the awkward girl who had a one-night stand is looking for a wild man to ask for responsibility.

Nakahara Chuya, who was trembling all over from the metaphor in his mind, his teeth were itchy, and he couldn't ask the question at all. He always had the illusion that if he asked, he would lose.

Dazai Osamu, who could guess the little man's psychological activities just by observing Chuya's facial expressions, found it very funny, "Chuya, do you want to ask us what happened last night?

Central Plains Chuya:! ! !

Did he finally find the answer to the question he had been struggling with all morning? He suddenly began to fidget and became inexplicably nervous.

"We were last night..." The sound was prolonged on purpose, and as expected, a certain young man who looked very calm raised his small ears and almost fell into his arms.

He rubbed the boy's soft orange hair in a funny way, "We were just chatting under the quilt last night~"