[Comprehensive] I'm on cpBE

late at night. lupine bar.

The lupine bar under the dim lighting has a kind of fragile and fragile silence at the moment, which isolates the hustle and bustle of Yokohama at night and creates a false warmth.

Osamu Dazai lay down in front of the bar boredly, holding a glass wine glass, gently shaking the cold ice wine.

The undulating ice balls in the wine reflect dazzling colors under the light.

"Sorry, I'm late..."

Pushing the door open, a young man with brick-red hair walked in. He was so unkempt that it was impossible to guess his age.

He came over and sat next to Osamu Dazai, raised his voice and said to the owner of the bar, "Boss, thank you for a cocktail."

The bar owner skillfully prepared a cocktail for this regular customer.

Then returned the cup to him, "Please taste it, Mr. Odasaku."

Hearing this familiar "nickname", Oda Sakunosuke's face collapsed, and he raised his forehead with a headache, "Boss, why do you even call me that?"

The boss smiled and said nothing.

Osamu Dazai, who was sitting quietly by the side, interjected, "It's obviously Odasaku~~~"

"Ugh……"

Oda Sakunosuke sighed, this is the consequence of making a bad friend by mistake, "Okay..."

"Aren't Ango coming tonight?"

"Well, Ango is a senior intelligence officer of Hong Kong gangsters..." Osamu Dazai's cute eyes widened, "If you don't go to get off work, you don't have to go to work, and now you are still working overtime in Hong Kong gangsters~~~"

"In this case, there is no way..."

Oda Sakunosuke took a sip of the low alcohol and sighed casually.

Dazai nodded.

For a while, neither of them spoke, and there was a kind of tacit understanding in the silence.

Suddenly, Sakunosuke Oda remembered something, "Speaking of which, when I came here today, I saw Mr. Nakahara."

"Aha?"

Osamu Dazai regained his energy, sat up abruptly, curled his lips in dissatisfaction, "What, it's such a disappointment to meet a small black slug!"

"Slug, is that Mr. Nakahara?"

Oda Sakunosuke asked.

"Yeah, who else but that little dwarf?"

This bar is considered Dazai Osamu's territory, of course Nakahara Nakahara, as his partner, also knows about it, but he has never planned to come, and now that he suddenly appeared, Dazai Osamu had an uncomfortable feeling of being spied on.

"What is he doing here?"

Shouldn't Zhong go crazy with the red wine in his precious cabinet in the apartment, or hang out with the Black Lizard group, why come to Lupin, not to drink, that is...

And during the day, he was coaxed by himself and promised to ask for women's clothing, so now he is still in the mood to go out and wander?

Oda Sakunosuke tried hard to remember, "I didn't do anything, I just asked if you were in there? I nodded, and then he drove away."

"I?"

Osamu Dazai pointed to his nose, surprised.

Impossible, how could Chuya come to him, based on Dazai's understanding of him, when there is no mission, he should wish to stay as far away from himself as possible.

Wait, something is really wrong with the little dwarf these two days.

"Mr. Nakahara really cares about you, Dazai."

Oda Sakunosuke asked Dazai Osamu with a natural face, "Get along well with your partner, Dazai."

Dazai was stunned.

care?

Could it be that Chuya's recent weird behavior is concerned about me?

He shook the cup, listened to the crisp sound of the ice puck colliding with the cup wall, and asked seemingly casually, "Odasaku, if there is someone who keeps peeking at you, bear with you and care about you..." Speaking of these two words , he paused almost imperceptibly, "I also agreed to all kinds of nonsensical requests. What do you think this person is thinking?"

Oda Sakunosuke pondered, "This feels a bit like the plot of a novel."

"what is it then?"

Osamu Dazai vaguely felt that this might be the answer he had been thinking about for a while.

Then, he saw Sakunosuke Oda speak, and with that familiar indifferent voice, he slowly expressed his guess:

"Usually in novels, when this kind of plot appears, it is the foreshadowing of this person's confession to you."

Confession...

Dazai Osamu's gloomy eyes lit up little by little.

"So that's how it is..."

It turned out to be the case.

Osamu Dazai, who lived among thousands of flowers at a young age, should be very sensitive to love and love. As a mind trainer, insight into people's hearts is the most basic, but once the object becomes Nakahara Chuya, he can't be [-]% confirmed.

In fact, he didn't think about it at all.

After all, Zhong Yuan really hated him.

As a human, Osamu Dazai consciously lost his qualifications as a human being, while the inhuman Nakahara Chuya wanted to live in this muddy world covered in filth.

Two people live and die, and they are irreconcilable. He thinks that he is not happy for a day or two.

Although he has always claimed to be able to control every move of Chuya Zhongyuan, in fact, as long as he knows, how many times this partner has escaped his control.

It's obviously just a "safety device", but it's more confused than anyone else.

Dazai Osamu, who has been drifting away from this world, feels very complicated about the desire to survive that cannot be killed.

He doesn't admit that he's envious or even jealous, he's just a poor slug with a small brain.

And now, Zhong also has "suspects" to confess to himself, can inhuman things also produce love?

Or, is this love?

It's just a poor imitation...

Osamu Dazai raised his cup as if nothing had happened, lowered his head slightly, and concealed the trace of disdain in his eyes:

"Come on, cheers."

"Oh, cheers." Oda Sakunosuke still had the same expressionless expression, but through the indifference on the surface was actually a dull expression, anyone who knew him could see his confusion.

"But why drink tonight?"

"Get rid of the bad luck..."

Osamu Dazai's kite-colored eyes were shining brightly under the dim light, "I hope to get rid of bad luck."

To be liked by Zhongyuan Zhong also, in his opinion, is an unlucky thing.

As long as I think about it, I feel choked in my throat and feel nauseous, like drinking a glass of vodka, my stomach is burning, stinging, and uncomfortable.

But it wasn't a bad thing. In the long struggle between the two of them, he once again gained the upper hand.

How pitiful, Osamu Dazai thought condescendingly:

What a pity, little dwarf, how sad it is!

Thinking about it this way, he became happy again.

Zhong also likes himself, so the speculation he made before about why Zhong Ye has changed so much during this period can be overturned.

No one else touched his private property, which satisfied Osamu Dazai's possessiveness.

The moody look is more like a naive child than anyone else.

But Dazai was not very old.

Odasaku looked at the rare real emotion on his face that could be seen clearly, and thought silently.

Dazai, is he like this because of Mr. Nakahara?

But Sakunosuke Oda wouldn't ask. One of the reasons why Dazai and Dazai became friends was that he knew what to ask and what not to ask as a friend.

The two of them chatted casually, killing the peaceful night.

At the same time, Hong Kong and Hei Building.

Zhong Yuanzhong, who was typing crazy, couldn't help but sneezed again. He rubbed his slightly red nose, "Who is scolding me?"

Damn, since he got back to the office this evening, he's been sneezing one after another.

I took my temperature, and I didn't have a cold or fever.

He would not believe that someone was scolding him on purpose.

"It must be stinky mackerel!"

He stared at the computer screen, gritted his teeth bitterly.

"He must be scolding me."

With the fast tapping of fingers, a string of characters on the document poured out.

Nakahara Nakata looked at the Zhitai bar play he had just coded, and nodded in satisfaction.

【"Odasaku, stop, aha~~~" Osamu Dazai sees a little tear from the corner of his eyes...】

【He bites Oda Sakunosuke's neck fiercely, as if he wants to swallow the person in front of him...】

The speed of the car went straight up to [-] mph, the smell of meat was overflowing, and no water was added. It was simple and rough to the extreme. In summary, it was meat stew.

Dare to set me up and scold me, hot chicken Dazai, I will make you never turn over, obediently be suppressed.

"Hey hey hey..."

Zhongyuan Zhong also raised his eyebrows, thought for a while, and typed his name -------[织太] drag racing.

After the beating, he regretted it a bit, the bastard Dazai will definitely make himself angry in the future, so he hesitated for a second, and typed two more words ------- collection.

Together they are: [Weaving too] drag racing collection.

Well, it's perfect now.