When the double black penetrates the if line

Nakahara looked into Osamu Dazai's eyes.

As a partner for several years, it is not the first time that Nakahara has stared carefully at Osamu Dazai's eyes, nor is it the first time he has admired the beauty of Osamu Dazai's eyes.

Dazai Osamu's eyes are iris-colored, originally there was a little tenderness in his eyes, but on Dazai Osamu there is nothing but elusiveness.Sometimes you can see the tumbling and surging darkness inside, surging up and down like a tide, with the irresistible and awe-inspiring power of nature, surging and never stopping.

And sometimes it is empty inside, empty and misty, cold and emotionless inside, desolate and cold to the point of frightening.Sometimes when he dreamed back at midnight, he would wake up with cold sweat in his eyes.

Just like Osamu Dazai.

Only when he talked about his favorite things, such as crabs, or when he committed suicide, would slowly, like a few fine bubbles rising quietly from the bottom of the bottomless deep sea, emerge from those eyes. A little sporadic and broken tenderness is almost fleeting.

It's really beautiful.Zhongyuan Zhong also thought so in his heart.

No matter what the situation is, Osamu Dazai's eyes have an amazing beauty. Even Nakahara has looked at it many times, but when he looks into Osamu Dazai's eyes again, he can't help but sigh.

Nakahara also snorted softly, and then grabbed Osamu Dazai's windbreaker collar.

He pulled Dazai Osamu's face towards him, and at the same time raised his head arrogantly. Such a simple action was made by Nakahara Chuya, but it inexplicably brought a sense of arrogance and disdain.

"Hey, you bastard." Zhong Yuanzhong also narrowed his eyes, and there was a gleam of light in his blue eyes, and his tone was dangerous and frightening, "Don't treat me so weakly, and don't treat me like you. Treat me like everything."

"After all, I'm different from you." He snorted coldly and said, "I'm not a war scum."

Osamu Dazai didn't speak, just looked at Chuya Nakahara quietly.

The room fell into silence, but the atmosphere was dangerous and tense, like a steel wire hanging in the air, which would break at any moment.The strong aura between the two people collided and clashed constantly, and the faint smell of gunpowder seemed to permeate the air.

Yes, this is the normal state of getting along between the two of them.

Nakahara Chuya squinted his eyes and watched Dazai Osamu closely, while thinking faintly in his heart.

For the two of them, the quiet and warm atmosphere when they were blowing their hair was a once-in-a-hundred-year experience. Most of the time, the two were always colliding and conflicting, like two equally dangerous and powerful beasts always fighting each other forever. Constantly confronting each other, scrambling to grab each other's throat.

They are all the best, so when they form a partner, the reputation of "Double Black" will resound throughout the underground world and become an invincible sharp knife for Hong Kong Black.

But at the same time, they are also confronting each other. Whether it is because of the excessive desire to conquer among the same kind, or because of the discrepancy between the two personalities, the two of them seem to never be able to really calm down and reach a reconciliation.

So later, the two people broke up so unhappy.

Nakahara looked at Osamu Dazai coldly, and suddenly felt a sense of boredom from the bottom of his heart.

But what's the point?

He thought impatiently in his heart, let go of Dazai Osamu's collar, and straightened up first.

Osamu Dazai cooperated very well, and let go of the hand that was holding the neckline of Nakahara Chuya's bathrobe, allowing the white and soft fabric of the bathrobe to slip away from his fingertips, and looked at the figure of Nakahara Chuya who was pulling away from him inexplicably.

"I'm going to sleep." Nakahara Nakaya walked to the bed, turned his back to Osamu Dazai, and said without looking back, "You go."

"Let's go?" Osamu Dazai slipped the word on the tip of his tongue. Obviously there was only one sound, but he forced him to read the effect of primary school students practicing their tones. The ups and downs turned into a winding mountain road.

"..." Zhong Yuan couldn't help grinding his teeth, took a deep breath, and said, "If you want to go to bed, go to bed quickly, and if you talk nonsense, get the hell out of here."

Satisfied, Osamu Dazai rolled into the quilt contentedly, took off the windbreaker on his body and threw it on the side cabinet, plunged his head into the pillow, and sighed comfortably: "Ah, Chuya, what do you say? But it is very misleading, you must know that I am still a pure and kind child."

"You? Pure and kind?" Zhong Yuan also sat down under the quilt, he stretched out his hand to turn off the light, and said without looking back.

The light switches of the Armed Detective Agency are all installed above the bedside table. From the angle of sitting on the bed, you have to lean out to reach them.

From the angle Nakahara turned his body around, he couldn't see Osamu Dazai lying on the other side of the bed at all.Therefore, he also failed to see Osamu Dazai relying on the blind corner of his vision, turning his head sideways to stare at his dark eyes when half of the bathrobe hem was brought up due to the movement, revealing a small waistline.

With a bang, the room was suddenly plunged into darkness.

Nakahara Chuya's last sentence sounded as the darkness fell: "If you are pure and kind, then Chief Mori will be an innocent child."

"Huh?" After a layer of darkness shrouded the room, only a hazy shadow could be seen.Nakahara also saw Osamu Dazai beside him turned sideways, his expression was blurred in the darkness, only a voice with a smile sounded in his ear, very clear, "How can Nakahara compare me with Senou Gai? That's a big pedophile pervert! I'm so heartbroken."

"Heh." Nakahara Chuya sneered, noncommittal to Dazai Osamu's disguised pitiful words.

"Isn't it?" Osamu Dazai leaned closer to Nakahara Nakaya again, with exaggerated dissatisfaction in his voice, "Isn't Mori Ougai a pervert who loves children? He also likes to change Alice Clothes, don’t think I don’t know, there are several businesses under your Hongkong and Heilongjiang are children’s clothing stores, isn’t it just for the convenience of Sen’ou taking Alice to buy all kinds of foreign clothes?”

This is true.Hong Kong gangsters have never tried to conceal this aspect. Even if they concealed it, with the ability of Osamu Dazai, it would be nothing more than a little effort.

Therefore, Zhong Yuanzhong was not surprised at all. His tone was cold, and he didn't really want to engage in this kind of unhealthy three-year-old wrangling with Osamu Dazai: "The internal rules of Hong Kong gangsters, subordinates are not allowed to arrange leaders at will."

So you can complain about Sen Ou and others in your heart, just don't come to talk to me.

"When did this rule come into being?" Osamu Dazai tilted his head and asked, "Why didn't I know?"

Of course you don't know the rules that existed just a second ago.

Perhaps because Chuya Nakahara did not answer, Osamu Dazai asked again: "Who made this rule?"

I decided.

Zhongyuan Zhong also thought faintly in his heart, but the words he said came with a bit of impatience: "Whoever made the rules."

"Anyway, whoever looks better than you, right?"

"Oh?" Osamu Dazai straightened up suddenly, sporadic lights shone in from outside the window and were captured by his eyes, allowing Nakahara Nakaya finally to see clearly his iris-colored eyes that glowed with light.

Osamu Dazai brought his face closer to Nakahara Chuya, a broken smile rose and fell in his eyes.

His tone seemed to be coquettish, and there was a little danger of ambiguity, and paranoia loomed under the tone with a smile: "Then what if I have to ask?"

"Me and Senou, which one do you prefer?"