As a Hong Kong black humanoid, I am lucky EX

Thick skin is not a bad thing.

How can you get Dazai Osamu if you are not thick-skinned enough?

The drenched clothes were hung on the rack on the balcony, Mori Chiha unfolded the shirt in his hands - Dazai Osamu just gave him, these are Dazai Osamu's clothes.

Clear and clean, with the scent of sunshine and the taste of Osamu Dazai.

He is a stranger to this Osamu Dazai; similarly, this Osamu Dazai is also a stranger to him.

He never imagined that Osamu Dazai would become such a person, with a sunny smile, friends, playing tricks, and... taking the initiative to help strangers.

Mori Chiha breathed out lightly, put the shirt on himself, and fastened the buttons one by one.The hem of the shirt hung down over his thighs.

He needs to calm down and straighten out his train of thought.

He has now arrived in the future many years later, and met Dazai Osamu who jumped to work in an armed detective agency, or in this future world, Dazai Osamu had nothing to do with the port mafia, so he didn't know him.

He needs to collect information about the Port Mafia and Vongola - all on the premise that he can go back successfully in fifteen days.If he doesn't go back to the past... that means he will say goodbye to his past self, say goodbye to his mission as an artificial human, and say goodbye to all the shackles that bind him.

He will achieve... true freedom.

Mori Chiha pinched the corner of his shirt tightly.

Dazai... Is that why you changed the direction of the machine?To... give me freedom.

"Dong dong dong."

The door was knocked.

"Qianyu, can I come in?"

It was Osamu Dazai's voice.

"Okay, Dazai-san."

The doorknob was turned, and the hem of the sand-colored coat first came into view, followed by the bandaged arm—Osamu Dazai walked in.

Osamu Dazai still had a smile on his face, as if he wanted to have a long talk.

Mori Chiha rolled up his cuffs, barely making himself look so funny.Then, he heard the sound of the door being locked.

Mori Chiha paused.

He looked up at Dazai.

This glance can expose many problems in itself.

Osamu Dazai leaned against the door with his arms folded across his chest, his kite-colored pupils flitting across Chiha Mori's body.

"I have been taught many times by Sister Hongye before, if you don't use a spoon when eating, you should place it on the right side of the plate." Osamu Dazai spit out such a sentence softly and delicately.

Mori Chiha's pupils tightened.

So it was discovered from the beginning?Osamu Dazai's observations are indeed meticulous.

"Mr. Dazai..."

"You don't have the habit of calling me Mr. Dazai, so you must not be my subordinate." Dazai Osamu didn't give Mori Chiha a chance to speak, "I deliberately didn't mention the port mafia, which means you know my past."

It's over.Mori Chiha murmured silently in her heart.The old bottom was almost wiped clean.

That being the case, let's confess obediently, after all, this person is Osamu Dazai.

Mori Chiha organized his thoughts: "Well, listen to my explanation, Dazai, I actually..."

"You are actually a cyborg born in the "Twilight Night" project, the son of the Port Mafia, Einzbern, and Pengo Lie, a genius boy with the abilities of the three families, and Osamu Dazai..."

Osamu Dazai stopped, and Chiha Mori couldn't be more shocked.

What did he hear?

What did he hear!

Did Osamu Dazai in front of him actually know him?Then it was because I didn't know why he suddenly appeared before that I pretended not to know him?

Mori Chiha fell into an embrace, Dazai Osamu's voice came softly from above his head.

"Qianyu, I am very happy to see you again."

In this future, Chiha Mori died in the Holy Grail War ten years ago.

Although he did not participate in the battle on behalf of Einzbern, he went to Fuyuki City to help the magician in accordance with the mission of his mother's family, and died under the Noble Phantasm of the hero king Gilgamesh.

This was his unexpected and reasonable ending as a man-made man, and he could not escape the fate of man-made weapons.

After listening to Dazai Osamu, Mori Chiha was silent for a long time.

He pulled the cuffs of his shirt, turned around and sat down on the bed, and said to Osamu Dazai: "What about you, Dazai, why did you leave the port mafia again, the leader... let you go?"

Dazai Osamu's eyes showed a look of memory, and there was tenderness hidden in the depth of that memory.

"It's a long story, and the process is a bit difficult." Osamu Dazai said, "A friend of mine told me that the answer I wanted to pursue could not be found in the port mafia, so he asked me to try to help other people."

Osamu Dazai mentioned the word "friend".

very nice.Mori Chiha thought to himself.After his own death, there are still people who can stand beside Osamu Dazai as "friends" and give him warmth and hope.

"Okay, I have nothing to say about my affairs, but you, Qianyu." Osamu Dazai spread his hands, "You will appear here, probably because of another... mission that has to be done?"

Mori Chiha nodded, and tried to use concise language to describe what happened to Osamu Dazai, especially... Osamu Dazai modified the time machine.

Listening, Osamu Dazai's mouth curved into a smile.

"I see, it really looks like something I would do." He said softly, "Since that's the case, whether it's the port mafia or Vengley, Qian Yu, you can throw away all those things from today on."

Osamu Dazai stretched out his hand to Chiha Mori, and said softly, "Congratulations, you are free."

These words hit Mori Chiha's heart, like the spring sunshine spreading over the whole body.The thing he longed for is within reach, and this light has jumped into his eyes.

However, Mori Chiha did not reach out to respond.

His mind is full of the black-clothed figure—Osamu Dazai who fought side by side with him.

That Osamu Dazai who would quietly look up at the starry sky in the dark night.

That Osamu Dazai who will teach him a lesson is merciless.

Osamu Dazai whose lonely back makes people feel distressed.

……

As time passed by, Osamu Dazai retracted his hand.

"Think again, Chiba." Dazai Osamu's voice was very steady, "No matter what choice you make, I will support it."

Osamu Dazai opened the door and walked out, leaving Mori Chiha alone in the room.

Mori Chiha took a long breath, and stretched out his hand to push back the broken hair on his forehead, trying to calm down his chaotic mood.

The spring full of flowers and the coming severe winter.

This was given to him by Osamu Dazai, a choice.

******

"Ah, so, did you pick up that boy from the river?"

In the living room of the Armed Detective Agency, Mr. Detective, wearing a beret, sat on a chair with his head tilted, one hand propping his cheek, and there were traces of potato chips on his mouth.

"That's right in theory, Ranpo-san." Kunikida Doppo pushed his glasses, and the corners of the glasses reflected white light.

"Then he said that he came to join Dazai?" Edogawa Ranbu raised his eyebrows, even though his eyes were still squinted, he could tell

Slightly surprised look.

"Yes." Kunikida Doppo took out a book with the word "ideal" written on it, and recorded observations about Mori Chiha in detail, "Silver hair, a little over 1.5 meters tall, wearing blue furisode haori, From... the Pengo Li family, does anyone know which family this is?"

Everyone in the Armed Detective Agency looked at each other, then shook their heads.

"Dazai didn't say anything?" Edogawa Ranpo continued to ask.

"Bring him home directly." Kunikida Doppo said concisely.

"Hmm..." Edogawa Luanbo swayed his legs up and down, raised his head and thought for a moment, then jumped off the chair, stretched out his right index finger and waved it in the air.

"Everyone get ready," he said, "to welcome our little guest who is about to visit."

The author has something to say:

Wu Jingzai is very good, but he is not Hei Shizai after all.

Qian Yu is grateful for the "freedom" that Hei Shizai gave him. For this kind of heart, he can experience the taste of so-called "freedom", but it will not last for a long time.

Because thinking of that Dazai Osamu was still alone in the dark, Qian Yu couldn't bear it.

Thanks to the moxibustion mines, and thanks to the little angels for the nutrient solution: 4642071155 bottles; I am a good boy, 10 bottles; the umbrella monk, 3 bottles;

Thank you for your support.