Zhong Yuanzhong was also lying on the bed in the tavern, even though Bai Lan had been away for several hours, he still didn't feel sleepy at all.

Before Bai Lan suggested that he wanted to join the two of them and form an alliance. Although Nakahara also felt that he was unreliable, Dazai Osamu finally agreed.

It's not because of anything else, it's just that Bai Lan's intelligence capabilities are exactly what they need at the moment.

Although the port mafia has some influence in other countries, and Chuya Nakahara and Osamu Dazai have been to other countries to perform missions, but in comparison, there is no Vongola in Italy in their world. There are behemoths like the Mafia, and some are just local gangsters who are doing small things.

Therefore, the information and experience in their world are of no use at all here.

Bai Lan smiled, as if he was selling himself, and told them that he had been in Italy for a while, and he had no general understanding of the Vongola Mafia.

Whether it is the current leader and operation of the Vongola Mafia, or its long-standing system, or even the layout of every room and every layout inside.

When he said these words, Bai Lan always had a smile on his face, and his tone was full of reliability, making it impossible for people to notice that he had never done these things in this world at all, but from his own parallel world. Information obtained from memory.

But in many cases, information is wealth. As long as you take the lead in information, then the plan will most likely win.

When Osamu Dazai heard these conditions mentioned by Bai Lan, the corners of his eyes curled up with a smile, but Nakahara also knew that he was just like himself in his heart, and didn't trust this guy named Bai Lan.

There was a familiar aura on Bai Lan's body, which was similar to the same kind, true and false, but elusive.

"I have one last question." After Bai Lan finished what he wanted to say, Dazai Osamu said with a smile, his delicate face was like a mask, making it impossible to see what was really in his heart under the smile, "Since you Then you know the Vongola Mafia, then you can go in and get what you want. You don't need to rely on us at all."

"I don't want anything." Bai Lan replied very frankly, looking directly into Osamu Dazai's eyes during the process, "However, it seems that many capable people have come to Italy recently, and they took this opportunity to go to Vongola Isn't it rare to play around?"

"Presumably you should know--or if you don't, then it will only take a little research later--I haven't been in Italy for a while, and to be frank, I just want to be safe and sound right now. Live your life without any big desires in your heart."

"It's just that people like you from abroad seem to meddle too much." Bai Lan sighed pretendingly, "Not only do you want to go to Vengley's base camp, but you don't know how to find me The status abroad... This, I'm afraid, is a bit beyond the bottom line I can accept."

"So you plan to help us?" Dazai Osamu's expression was not moved by these words in the slightest, "To drive away all other forces?"

"I've investigated." Bai Lan didn't deny it, but just licked her lips, and a kind of beast-like excitement flashed in her eyes, "Among the many forces that came to Italy, the black organizations are all composed of ordinary people, and It is extremely mysterious, and all members of the organization use wine as their code name, so there is a high probability that they would not want such a weak and obstructive intelligence officer like me to cooperate with them."

"A certain elementary school student seems to be a character, but his purpose is not for Vengley, so he can be ignored."

"It seems that someone has come to Yokohama, and he is the leader of the port mafia over there, you in the parallel world—Osamu Dazai. But according to my current information, he seems to be a little bit abnormal, who is thinking like a lunatic? It is also unpredictable, and it is too risky as a partner."

"So I calculated and calculated, and I found that you are the only ones who have the pinnacle of both intelligence and force, and are two of you working alone. You must be in urgent need of some intelligence assistance, and you are the perfect partner for cooperation."

"How?" Bai Lan smiled lightly, not hiding her ability and danger at all, "Do you need cooperation?"

Osamu Dazai stared at him carefully for a moment, and then a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "...Okay."

"Pleasant to work with."

……

The night in Italy is very quiet, almost no sound can be heard, making the whole room of the small hotel fall into a quiet silence.

Zhongyuan Zhong also lay quietly on the bed, his mind was like a mess, and he couldn't figure it out.

But it was not because of the information and abilities that Bai Lan revealed later, but because of the sentence he said at the beginning——

The Nakahara Chuya of this world was personally killed by the leader Osamu Dazai.

The head of the port mafia, Osamu Dazai, personally killed his top cadres.

This sentence is like a curse, even Zhong Yuanzhong knows that this may not be true, and it may even be just words thrown by Bailan to win their attention, but he still can't help but repeat like a speaker player Repeated this sentence in my mind again and again.

How would Osamu Dazai of this world kill Chuya Nakahara?

Even in the Central Plains of this world, there is no defense against him, but the name of the ceiling of force is not for nothing, and gods are not so easy to kill.

Is it a dagger?

The cold-glowing blade cut through the fragile trachea bit by bit, allowing the oxygen on which to survive to gradually leak out of the big opening. Breathing became deeper and deeper, but the oxygen absorbed was getting less and less.In the end, he could only close his eyes in a blur of hypoxia and suffocation.

Or stabbing into the beating heart in the chest, feeling the blood of the gods flowing in bit by bit, bright red, beating, galloping and flowing, with a strong smell of blood and almost disgusting All of his breath was squeezed out of his body by the heart that was still beating like a machine.

Until the god shed the last drop of blood, there was no dark red liquid in the heart from then on, only a pile of broken and useless muscles and nerves remained.

Zhong Yuanzhong also closed his eyes fiercely, as if he wanted to expel this bloody picture directly from his mind, but the words Bai Lan said still echoed in his ears like a curse——

He killed you.

Osamu Dazai of this world killed Chuya Nakahara with his own hands.

Then the former leader Osamu Dazai hypocritically wanted to resurrect Chuya Nakahara, why?

To kill him again?Or is it just because of such a ridiculous "I regret it" reason.

Nakahara also felt that his brain was aching, so he simply turned over and faced Osamu Dazai who was lying beside him.

Osamu Dazai's breathing was very calm. He was lying on his back, only his delicate face was exposed from under the quilt, and tiny eyelashes could be vaguely seen in the darkness.

"Why exactly?" Nakahara Nakaya said directly, ignoring Osamu Dazai who was probably asleep beside him.

Osamu Dazai was not awakened by these words, he just lay there quietly, breathing evenly and peacefully.

Zhong Yuanzhong also stared at his face for a moment, then moved his body slightly, making a rustling sound in the bed.

Then he flipped over and landed directly on Osamu Dazai.

"Don't try to fool me." Nakahara Chuya lowered his head, touched Dazai's forehead, and said softly, "Dazai, don't pretend to be asleep, you are not asleep."

In the dark night, Osamu Dazai opened his eyes at some point, and his iris-colored eyes reflected the broken starlight outside the window in the shadow of the room.

He didn't speak, just looked at Nakahara Chuya intently.

Although it is said to be a big bed room, it will inevitably feel a bit crowded if two people are stacked on top of each other.Nakahara also felt the warm blanket, listening to the powerful heartbeat from the chest of Osamu Dazai who was close to him.

"Plop, plop, plop."

Listening closely, the heartbeats of the two people seemed to merge together, and the powerful beating sounds were entangled and intertwined, and it was impossible to tell who belonged to whom.

It was difficult to see clearly in the dark, Nakahara was also groping, and gently placed his hand on Dazai Osamu's throat with his breath, feeling the regular beating of the aorta in his neck.

Central Plains also imagined that the bright red blood flows through here, carrying the oxygen and all nutrients needed by life, with fresh and vigorous life, galloping endlessly, supporting a person from the soul to life. Everything to □□.

And he, now puts his hand on this aorta.

Nakahara also lowered his head slightly, and just like that strangled Osamu Dazai by the throat, putting the two of them in the most intimate and dangerous position.

He looked into Osamu Dazai's eyes, and addressed the person under him in an affectionate tone, and the words he said stayed for a moment before dissipating in the darkness of the night: "Osamu Dazai."

"You know something else, but you didn't tell me, did you?"

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