Wen Hao's coffin can't be held down anymore

This is the third day of "traveling" in Chuluyelaixia.

As he had planned, he finished his daily routine with the fifteen-year-old Zhongyuan Zhongyuan, who is clearly a gangster, but has a somewhat loyal and innocent personality.

Zhongya Zhongya is indeed a quite qualified "humanoid information providing machine".If Luye Laixia behaved like a foreigner at the beginning, then after these three days, at least from his speech and demeanor—he was completely like a local who grew up in Yokohama.

Of course, in the final analysis, in the eyes of Nakahara Chuya, Chulu Yelaixia is just an ordinary person who has strayed into the edge of the dark world a little bit.

Besides, he looked young and thin. If he was involved in the resistance of these resistance organizations and the port mafia, it would be an act of death.

Therefore, Zhongyuan Zhong also consciously did not give a detailed explanation of the strength of the Yokohama underground organization to Chu Luye Laixia, but only gave a general idea, and solemnly warned Chu Luye Laixia—don’t go to the territory of the port mafia easily, and don’t provoke him. them.

Chu Lu Ye Lai Xia is also quite self-conscious.

He knows what position he is in the eyes of Zhongyuan Zhongye. If he shows that he wants to cross the boundary, or that he is not an ordinary person, Zhongyuan Zhongye may not be so friendly to him.

As the leader of "Sheep", one of the resistance organizations, Zhongyuan Zhong probably only thought that he came prepared and wanted to approach him deliberately.

Therefore, in getting along with each other, Chu Lu Ye Lai Xia's performance has always been restrained, gentle and polite, and shows a little weakness from time to time.The acting skills are so good that Nakahara Zhong also feels that this is a big brother who is new to the world and has just arrived.

——It might be a bit wrong to say big brother.

After all, Chulu Yelaixia is actually only one year older than Chuya Nakahara, but the difference in height between the two is already ten centimeters.

As usual, the establishment of diplomatic relations with Zhongye in the Central Plains was completed. When Chulu Yelaixia returned to his high-end apartment, he had to cross a bridge.

The distance from the bridge was not far, and it was already lonely time when he set out to go home.

The orange-red glow of the evening sun dyes the edges of the floating clouds into brilliant red, which together with the surface of the sea is reflected in a color as vivid as a camellia.Only the edge of the cloud and mist is slightly golden, which slightly relieves the feeling of depression brought by the setting sun.

Surprisingly, there was no one on the bridge—no, there were still people.

Chu Lu Ye Lai Xia saw a man while walking across the bridge.

This guy is a little weird.

He was sitting on the handrail of the bridge's guardrail, facing the river and the sea. Chu Lu Ye Lai Xia could only see a vague silhouette.

"If you're not careful, it's easy to fall into the water under the bridge." Out of the three views that normal people should have in the contemporary era, Chu Luye Laixia kindly reminded this boy who was sitting on the guardrail watching the scenery.

"If you're looking at the scenery, it's best not to do that, it's dangerous."

"But I'm not looking at the scenery." The boy sitting on the railing looked sideways at him casually.

The young man is responsible for having thick black hair like smoky ink, and the ends of the hair are slightly curled into fluffy arcs.The exposed eyes are an extremely beautiful iris color, and the deep tide is surging in the bottom of the eyes.

As for why the word "exposed" was used - because this boy had bandages wrapped around most of his exposed skin, and the bandages continued to spread into the cuffs and collar.

It is not difficult to imagine that his body under the clothes is probably all wrapped in these bandages.

Bandage freak.He thought to himself, obviously this person doesn't look like a serious injury that needs so many bandages, the only thing that can explain it is the second-year illness in his youth.

The moment the black-haired boy raised his eyes and saw Xiangchu Luye Laixia, the emotion in his eyes was so fleeting that he was a little dazed.

But this eye movement was too light, and Chu Luye Laixia didn't notice it at all.

The young man then retorted Chulu Yelaixia: "I was just observing and thinking, what kind of posture would be easier to enter the water."

At the beginning of Luye, summer language is blocked.

He really didn't expect that the person in front of him was trying to enter the water.

If there is no deep meaning, this "entering the water" is the meaning he understands... then it means self-destruction.

Out of the question of the self-destruction posture, Chu Luye Laixia said sincerely: "If you want to enter the water and self-destruction, then there is no need for any posture? Anyway, it will end up with a corpse."

"It seems so," the black-haired boy agreed, "but what I hope is to end myself vigorously, but now I don't feel vigorous at all."

"...I think you are very energetic now." Chu Luye Laixia's tone froze for a moment, "Excuse me."

He quickened his pace and wanted to leave, thinking that this young man was more like a psycho who escaped from some loosely guarded mental hospital.

The black-haired boy—Osamu Dazai asked him aloud, "Aren't you going to persuade me?"

Osamu Dazai had read Chuluye Laishia's information, and he originally thought that Chuluye Laishia was also that kind of "good-hearted passerby", but this coincidence made Dazai Osamu slightly overturn his impression.

"What are you persuading?" Chu Luye Laixia looked back inexplicably.

"Well, just like some kind-hearted passers-by who always advise me to be optimistic in life and don't kill myself. Existence is meaningful and valuable..." Dazai Osamu had a little smile on his face, his expression was not that much The meaning of ridicule is more amused.

Osamu Dazai never believed that "human life is meaningful".

"But I'm not a kind passer-by, and I don't think I need to persuade you." Chu Luye Laixia also replied seriously, "If you want to kill yourself, that is your own choice, and what does it have to do with me? No one can save you I have no obligation to intervene in your affairs, and neither do I."

"To be honest, it doesn't make sense to me that you died. If I hadn't met you today, then I would probably only see the photo of your mosaic corpse on the news a few days later, and this incident even It doesn't make any impression on me."

"I don't need to waste time for people who have nothing to do with me, and you don't need to talk to me to waste the time of self-killing. If you really want to kill yourself, then even if you are saved once, you will continue to try the second and second time. Three times...innumerable times, I was saved once, but I couldn't save every time."

Speaking of this, Chu Luye Laixia silently cited an example in his heart—for example, a certain great writer Osamu Dazai who finally succeeded in self-destructing many times.

"Self-destruction is your choice. As a passerby, I wish you all your wishes come true." Chu Luye Laixia sincerely wished him, "However, if you want me to persuade you, I can also do so."

In fact, because of the bias brought about by cognition, although Chulu Yelaixia, as a sub-human, has the three views that a normal person should have on the surface, he will involuntarily reveal some clues whenever he faces some sharp problems. .

For so many years, Chulu Yelaixia has been perfectly playing the role of a gentle and heart-warming character who can be loved by everyone. He is gentle and polite to everyone, because they may need their strength someday-but in the face of it, you must be yourself. For a broken person, maintaining a persona is a waste of time, so he doesn't bother to pretend to be a good person.

Met an interesting person before entering the water.Dazai thought so.

"you……"

"If you want to ask who I am," Chu Luye Laixia felt that Yin and Yang would be separated from now on and never see each other again, so he casually reported his name, "I am Shuji Tsushima, an innocent passer-by who passed by here."