When the double black penetrates the if line

Here is a narrow bathroom, the white tiles are clean and brand new, and from the projection of the tiles, a body with smooth lines and full of power can be vaguely and vaguely seen.

Perhaps because it has not been used for a long time, the shower head was pressed several times and no water came out. Finally, after the faucet was twisted several times forcefully, accompanied by a soft "puff", sprayed water from the shower head. Out of the water.

Zhong Yuanzhong also clicked his tongue impatiently, stood under the nozzle, let the water rush down from his head, and then flow down his body.

Although the hot water setting was turned on, the water flow was cold at the beginning, which made Nakahara Nakaya shiver subconsciously.

"How short of money is the Armed Detective Agency?" After getting used to the 24-hour hot water supply and the spacious and comfortable bathroom in his high-end apartment, Zhong Yuanzhong couldn't help but look at the accommodation provided by the Armed Detective Agency. He muttered, "I remember that the armed detective agency in our world was not that poor. Why can't even solve the problem of accommodation?"

That's right, "our world".

Although he has not been able to recover from the series of shocks until now, Zhong Yuanzhong has also subconsciously accepted the fact that he has come to a brand new world.

This world does not have his boss, Chief Sen, his high-end and comfortable residence, and the port mafia he is familiar with.

There are only Akutagawa who somehow joined the Armed Detective Agency, Atsushi Nakajima who escaped to the port mafia by accident, and myself and a mackerel who accidentally came to this world.

The members of the Armed Detective Agency have roughly introduced them to the situation in Yokohama in this world, so Nakahara Chuya probably has some ideas in mind.As a parallel world, many people he is familiar with here have changed their camps.

Oh, by the way, there is also Osamu Dazai, the leader who wants to destroy Yokohama.

Destroy Yokohama...

Zhong Yuanzhong also squeezed out some shower gel and kneaded a little foam with his fingertips.

So is Osamu Dazai out of his mind?

he thought blankly.

Although according to the words of the members of the Armed Detective Agency, the leader Osamu Dazai wanted to destroy Yokohama because of himself, but Nakahara still felt that this matter was too nonsense.

If he really died one day, based on Nakahara's understanding of Osamu Dazai for so many years, the most likely thing Dazai Osamu would do was to go to eat a crab meat meal, and then celebrate the event while eating.

In order to get him back, do such insane things as destroying Yokohama?

I'm sorry, Nakahara Chuya suspects that either Osamu Dazai's brain is broken here, or Kunikida's ears are out of order.

He randomly grabbed a few handfuls of hair with his fingers, and the orange-red hair and the soft and delicate foam passed through his fingers, and the cheap and pleasant smell of the shower gel penetrated into his facial features.

And the self in this world is dead...

It's not that Zhongyuanzhong didn't think about death. During every mission, on the verge of life and death, he would smell the breath of death.It was cold and damp, like a dark shadow that followed every shape, and would spread gently at every chance moment, clogging his nerves and filling his limbs and body.

People who often walk on the edge of life and death must learn to close their five senses to it, ignore it, and skip it.Even though every cell in the body is already screaming and wanting to escape from the spot, there is still no trembling or hesitation in the movement.

Central China is no exception.

He remembered that in the past, whenever he paused and hesitated, Osamu Dazai would stand lazily behind him and say in a half-sarcastic and half-arrogant tone: "Oh, is the little dwarf afraid? Don't worry, as we The only person in the team with a well-developed brain, I will definitely not let you have an accident."

And I will kick back mercilessly, and all the shrinkage and uncertainty will disappear: "Get out!"

Later, after Osamu Dazai left Hong Kong, there were many reasons to support him to go on.

The importance attached to him by his superiors, the trust and obedience of his subordinates, the sense of belonging to Hong Kong gangsters, and the unshirkable sense of responsibility as the most powerful person.

There are all kinds of reasons added together, and one may be added in it--I don't want to make that bastard Dazai proud.

Look, it's not that I can't move on without you. Even without a partner, I can still be firm and unwavering on my own path.

Zhong Yuanzhong also rushed off the foam on his body and exhaled deeply.

Perhaps it was because too many things had happened in the past few hours, which made the thoughts in his mind extraordinarily chaotic.

Osamu Dazai has already joined the Armed Detective Agency, so what's the need to think about it?

Anyway, the two have separated, and Shuanghei, the partner who once resounded through the underground world, is already a thing of the past.

Zhong Yuanzhong also twitched the corner of his mouth, not sure if the smile was self-deprecating or something more.

His hair was still dripping with water, and the water droplets slid down the soft ends.Zhong Yuanzhong also turned off the shower in the bathroom, wiped his body hastily a few times, and rummaged around in the bathroom with his bare feet, but he couldn't find the hair dryer.

"Strange, is it in the room?" He muttered, without thinking too much, wrapped a bath towel loosely around his waist, and opened the bathroom door.

Then at a glance, he saw a certain mackerel that he was still talking about in his mind just now.

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "..."

Osamu Dazai was lying on his bed, his chin barely supported by his bandaged hands, and his whole body was rolled into his quilt.

Obviously, Dazai Osamu did not obediently stay in his room as assigned by the Armed Detective Agency, but thought that Chuya Nakahara's bed and quilt were much softer and more attractive than his own.

Because he just took a shower, Nakahara Chuya's body was still entangled with a stream of water vapor, accompanied by the faint fragrance of the shower gel.

He didn't wear a shirt, revealing his upper body with smooth and graceful lines, and only a loose bath towel was wrapped around his waist, from which two straight and graceful long legs could be seen.Although Chuya Nakahara's height has always been his biggest pain, his figure is a perfect golden ratio of 0.618, which looks very pleasing to the eye.

His long orange hair had soaked up enough water and hung wetly on his shoulders, and a few strands fell mischievously on his collarbone, still dripping water.

When Osamu Dazai heard the movement, he raised his head from the quilt and saw such a scene.

"Wow."

His eyes lit up instantly.