When the double black penetrates the if line

"So the plan for the winery has been shattered just like that?" Nakahara Nakaya followed Dazai Osamu on the street, looked at the asphalt-colored concrete road under his feet, and kicked away a small stone that was quietly standing on the rough road.

He got a pack of cigarettes from a convenience store on the side of the road before, as if by magic, he took out a lighter out of nowhere, and pressed the switch after holding a beautiful flower in his hand.

"Crack".

The flames flickered on in an instant, and extinguished in an instant, leaving only dots of sparks flickering in Zhongya's hand.

Zhongyuan also lowered his head, picked up the cigarette and took a deep breath, then exhaled the mist from his lungs, as if following this action could filter out all the thoughts in his heart.

"Chuya, you actually went to buy cigarettes, and you bought such expensive cigarettes." Osamu Dazai walked beside him, complaining half-truthfully, relying on the moment when the smoke rose briefly to see Nakahara Chuya's face.

That face, which has always been very delicate, together with those pair of azure blue eyes, were concealed behind the lingering smoke, indistinctly, to give people a sense of graceful beauty.

Osamu Dazai smiled lightly, and blinked at Nakahara Nakaya's suspicious eyes after the smoke cleared: "You know, we both have no money in this world, and even Nakahara Nakaya You are no longer one of the cadres of Hong Kong and black, so naturally you will not have that considerable salary. If Zhong Ye has been so frugal... then we may have to go to the street to find a hard bench to sleep yo."

"So what." Nakahara Chuya's mind was not on this matter, and he was not easily irritated by Osamu Dazai's jokes as before.He flicked the ash off the cigarette butt, straightened his hat a little irritatedly, "Anyway, it's not like I haven't slept under a bridge hole before, and no matter how bad it is, isn't there an armed detective agency?"

After saying this sentence that caused Osamu Dazai to laugh quietly, Nakahara Chuya temporarily took out the cigarette in his mouth, holding the cigarette between his slender fingers, giving people a kind of visual enjoyment .

His astonishingly bright blue eyes locked on Osamu Dazai, and the tide in him surged and briefly fell, and finally turned into a few simple and clear words: "About the winery's plan, and their failure-you think it is Really?"

However, at the same time as he said these words, Zhong Yuan also knew the answer in his heart, the answer that undoubtedly brought endless worries to people.

"Of course it's true." Osamu Dazai covered his mouth with his hands and yawned lightly, but Nakahara knew that there was no sleepiness in it, "Didn't you hear it too? It came from the little boy's badge." words."

"But—that's right." Zhong Yuan Zhong also opened his mouth to say something, but in the end it turned into a sigh of agreement, "I just want to check with you again."

Speaking of what happened before - it's actually very simple.

After Nakahara Chuya and Dazai Osamu noticed that Conan was obviously following someone, they followed behind him and played a serial stalking scene.

For supernatural beings, especially for supernatural beings like Chuya Nakahara and Osamu Dazai who have been on the verge of danger all year round, their hearing has always been excellent.

Therefore, the conversation between Conan and that girl Haibara Ai was separated by a distance of several steps, and reached the ears of the two of them very clearly.

During this process, the girl Haibara Ai once called Conan the word Kudo, so it reminded them of the pile of newspapers that the Armed Detective Agency used to pile up. It was not difficult for them to identify a famous person who often appeared in newspapers The famous detective - Kudo Shinichi.

"It's just... this is too exaggerated." Nakahara also sighed, "Kudo Shinichi has actually shrunk, and it was also shrunk because of aptx... So the Haibara Ai who talked to him before must have It's also somehow connected to that winery."

"If that's the case, then it must be." Dazai Osamu's eyes stayed on the cigarette that Nakahara was also holding in his hand, and he stuck to it as the star point of Mars moved up and down, "Didn't she say Is it? She belongs to the R&D department... As for the R&D department, which organization is there besides the black organization?"

"So this also means that the information she brought is basically unquestionable." Zhong Yuanzhong also answered the words lightly, only feeling that the words themselves had a bitter taste, "So The resurrection potion failed, the leader Osamu Dazai—”

"I'm afraid I'm going crazy." Osamu Dazai continued Nakahara Chuya's words calmly. The tacit understanding between the two people allowed them to know what the other party wanted to say next without communicating. When we met at the airport, my mood in this world seemed relatively stable, and I probably wouldn't come up with any particularly crazy plans."

"...You call that emotional stability?" Nakahara Chu also thought of the former leader Dazai Osamu who was furious, as if he was about to explode at any time, but he clenched his teeth tightly, and the monstrous jealousy in his eyes seemed to surge out, "I think He doesn't look like he's emotionally stable."

"Hey, that's all normal. The way he looked before was called jealous but helpless, and there is another common name in this world—jealous." Osamu Dazai smiled, and gently clasped his bandaged fingertips On Nakahara Chuya's shoulder, it seemed to be hugging and it seemed to be just a light touch, "If it's really out of control-then I don't think you want to see it."

Osamu Dazai and the leader of this world, Osamu Dazai, as two people in parallel time and space, actually know more than anyone else how much filth and darkness is contained in the rotten heart.

Over the years, the leader Osamu Dazai has been on the edge of sanity and madness, wandering dangerously on that line, but he has never been able to take that step.If one day he really opens the invisible cage in his heart and completely releases all the negativity and madness inside——

This world may not really exist.

Dazai Osamu thought this silently in his heart, he raised his eyes, met Chuya Nakahara's gaze, and knew that the thoughts in Chuya Nakahara's heart coincided with his own.

Both of them are people hovering on the edge of the abyss, but one is unstable between personality and body, and the other is unstable in mental state.

Two human beings hovering on the brink of collapse—to be precise, one is almost non-human, the other is a god—finally fetter and pull each other, just like a pair of safety buckles, restraining each other from letting each other Really step over that scary line.

"But the middle one of this world has died." Dazai Osamu said softly, his expression frozen in an unpredictable way, "then there is no one who can help Dazai Osamu of this world when he goes crazy gone."

Zhong Yuanzhong was also silent, not knowing how to respond.

The sparks from the cigarette butt in his hand flickered, Nakahara accurately captured Osamu Dazai's gaze as if he was glued to it and couldn't move away.

Knowing every bit of the other party's thoughts, Zhong Yuanzhong took another deep breath of the cigarette, and then said with a slightly hoarse voice when he exhaled slowly: "If you want--you can do it yourself. No one is here block you."

Osamu Dazai smiled, the momentary smile did not dispel the faint haze in his eyes.

He lowered his head, and just gently took the cigarette that Zhongyuan Zhongye held between his fingers, and his lips lightly overlapped with the place where Zhongyuan Zhongye had held it before.

He took a deep breath, and finally squinted his eyes in the smog and said to Zhong Yuan: "My goal in this world should also be the Vengley Mafia."

"Yeah." Zhong Yuanzhong also shook the soot inadvertently, and used a short ending monosyllable to express the fact that he already knew.

"The shrunken detective, the Hong Kong gangster leader on the verge of collapse, the black-clothed organization holding a glimmer of hope, and the strange white-haired youth who seem to be involved in parallel time and space." Osamu Dazai counted the past in detail, and Nakahara You can also hear the turbulent undercurrent hidden below from his flat tone without ups and downs.

With the breath of wind and rain coming.

At the end, Osamu Dazai let out a short and soft laugh, and said word by word: "Everything seems to point to the Vongola Mafia. Chuya, I have a feeling that our trip to Italy trip--"

"But it will be wonderful."

……

A few blocks away, away from Chuya Nakahara and Osamu Dazai, was a young man with white hair.

He was carrying a suitcase in his hand, and the most striking thing was the imprint of the upside-down purple crown under one eye.

"Really, why haven't you come yet?" Bai Lan muttered softly, opening a pack of marshmallows bought from a convenience store, picking out a pink one, and stuffing it into her mouth.

The simple and rough saccharin melted in the mouth, sweet and greasy, which made people feel an uncontrollable discomfort, but the corner of the white-haired youth's mouth parted into a smile.

"Pink, green, purple..." Bai Lan said in a low voice while eating the marshmallow, "It seems that foreign marshmallows are no different."

"That's because no matter where you go, the thing in your hand can only be called cotton candy." A black car suddenly stopped in front of Bai Lan, and the driver's window was rolled down briefly, revealing The black-haired young man inside had a gloomy and slightly gloomy face.

The current port mafia leader, Osamu Dazai, slammed on the brakes, turned his head and said coldly to Bai Lan outside the car: "Your intelligence capabilities seem to have declined."

"It's all because of a small incident on that plane." Bai Lan skillfully opened the rear door and sat in. What kind of murder case, and I was almost detained by the police as a murderer - if I hadn't reacted quickly, you probably wouldn't be able to see me now."

The leader, Osamu Dazai, did not waver at all to this explanation. He heard the sound of the rear door being closed, and while stepping on the gas pedal, he said lightly: "Then I am looking forward to your performance this time, I hope you will not let me disappointment."

"Of course." Bai Lan in the back seat slowly revealed a smile as sweet as cotton candy, "So—— Happy cooperation? My dear leader."