After rebirth, should my surname be Nakahara or Dazai?

A month later.

Port Mafia Torture Chamber.

A man who was covered in bruises was chained to an iron frame. He was locked up for a few days, and the rust had bonded to the bleeding and scabbed wounds.

The whole person lowered his head in exhaustion, and the blood mixed with sweat suddenly accelerated due to being diluted, sticking strands of hair wetly to the back of the forehead and flowing down quickly, and finally "tick" along the mandible into the underground hole. In the muddy blood water.

On the opposite side, in the dim light, a teenager leaned on a chair with his legs crossed, one of his bandaged hands rested on his knee and the other rested on the armrest, tapping lightly rhythmically, silently Smaller echoes formed in the small torture chamber.

"Ah—are you still refusing to say anything?"

Without the order from their superiors to answer, the men in black behind could only remain silent.

The person on the chair tilted his head slightly, his short orange-brown hair swayed slightly with the movement, the knocking sound stopped abruptly, and he picked up the right hand and stroked the broken hair on the sideburns, showing layers of wrapping around his right hand. bandage on the eye.

"Ugh--"

After adjusting the crooked hat on his head casually, the boy stood up suddenly, put on the black coat on the back of the chair at the same time, and walked slowly towards the opposite side step by step.

"Nai, I said, if I had said it earlier, why waste each other's time and energy. Don't you think it's troublesome for me to find someone specially?" While talking, he hooked his hands behind, by the way He casually climbed onto a clean pillar beside him, and leaned lazily.

The man in black stepped forward and handed a stack of photos to the superior.

There was a slight sound of rubbing photos in the torture room, followed by another chuckle: "Hey - this one is good, let's take this one. Take a good look~"

After returning all the photos to the man in black, the boy stood up straight decisively, turned around, took out a nail from the toolbox next to him, smiled slightly, and directly shot it into the pillar opposite the bound person with his palm.

"start……"

As if he had exhausted all his strength, the boy talked lazily, walked back to the chair, and yawned.

"Aha--"

"Ahhhh!"

A howl came from the throat of the man on the pillar as a bucket of boiling water was poured down, forcing him to raise his head and gasp for breath. As soon as he raised his head, his pupils dilated in an instant. In the photo on the opposite pillar, it was him Missing wife and two month old daughter!

The organization has clearly stated that it will be kept absolutely confidential, and it is hidden in top-secret files. I am also careful about my whereabouts. How, how could I be found out, impossible, impossible, impossible!

As if he didn't want to buffer time for others, the boy gestured, and a group of men in black stepped forward and began to repeat yesterday's torture.

"Ahhh-"

The hoarse voice came from the broken throat that had been screaming for several days. It was very unpleasant and the volume was loud. The boy pinched his ears and yawned again.

"Don't bow your head!"

"Ahhh-"

"Open your eyes!"

"Ahhh-"

The boy yawned again.

"I'll tell you! I'll tell you everything! Quickly, quickly take the photo away, take away! Mamiko must never know what I'm doing, can't know... She and Nana-chan must be happy... Definitely..."

"OK~ that's it." The boy snapped his fingers, and the men in black stopped the execution, and someone stepped forward to remove the photo nailed to the pillar.

The man was completely exhausted, and he lowered his head again to breathe heavily, and finally tilted his head weakly and fell into a coma.

But the young man never looked at the man on the pillar again, turned around and walked to the corner of the door, bent down to look at the slightly trembling young man huddled in the corner, and kindly helped him to lift his glasses that had fallen to the bridge of his nose.

"Yuzhen-kun, I will leave the interrogation and records to you~ I will withdraw first."

"Yes, yes, Mr. Nakahara."

The shadow above his head disappeared, and Mochizuki Youzhen, who was huddled in the corner, resumed his normal breathing. He turned his head to look at the boy who opened the door, thinking in his heart that he really deserved to be directly promoted by the central plains cadres, and the leader immediately gave him a temporary cadre His identity is completely different from his aura as a new torture reporter.

Mochizuki Youzhen stared blankly at the figure of the boy walking out of the door, until the sound of iron chains being unlocked on the other side brought his attention back, he quickly adjusted his glasses, got up and prepared to start the interrogation.

Outside.

An orange-brown long-haired girl in a beige suspender skirt adjusted the coat she wore behind her, and quickly untied the bandage wrapped around her right side and put it in a bag. She checked her whole body and patted her skirt to make sure she was dressed When he was done, he tilted his head and tilted the little hat on his head a little bit, adding a touch of vitality to the whole person, nodded and walked towards the steps in satisfaction.

Climbing up the stairs, there was a man with orange hair standing at the exit. When the girl saw it, she hurriedly ran towards him and threw herself into the man's arms.

"Dad! Why did you come to pick me up in person? If I remember correctly, aren't you on a business trip?"

"Ah, I rushed back here on purpose. How is it? Are you getting used to working at the port of Mafia?" The man walked outside with the girl in his arms, while pamperingly stroking her hair.

"Well...it's okay. I don't think your daughter has lived in so many planes. Just for the sake of image and aura, you have to use the imitation of grown-ups, which is... a bit troublesome."

"Tsk, what's the relationship between the two? If you have enough ability to support them, you're afraid that you don't have the aura to calm those people down?"

The girl looked up at her father and laughed: "Yes, my father is right! Then what will my father take me to eat tonight~"

"Are you going to the detective agency tomorrow? Then I'll bring you a big meal tonight!"

"Really?! Yay! Dad is the best, I like Dad the most!"

The man picked up the girl: "Which father do you like the most?"

"Zhong, Yuan, Zhong, Ye, Dad~!"

……

"Yoxi, everyone, I'm back!"

"Ah, Sakura-chan, you're back."

"Sakura, welcome back."

"Where's Dad?"

"It's lying in the reception room."

"understand!"

Following Tanizaki-kun's prompt, I walked into the reception room, and saw Dazai's father lying on the sofa with earphones on at a glance. I went straight over and squatted down, and took off the earphones that were playing the Divine Comedy: "Dazai, hurry up!" Go to hell, don't waste resources alive——by Dad Zhongyuan, left a message last night."

Then, regardless of Dazai's father's reaction, I put the earphones on him again, stood up and walked out of the reception room in a big way.

I walked to Dazai's father's desk, moved the chair directly to Mr. Ranpo, sat down, picked up a small cake and threw it into my mouth.

"Sakura, eating like this is not good for digestion."

"Well, yes, yes, thank you Uncle Limulu for your friendly reminder, and you must pay attention to it in the future."

"Sakura..."

"Ah, there is a commission to go out tomorrow, which of you two will go with me?"

I looked at Mr. Ranbu, who was not chewing, and before he could react to the lump of blue stuff on the hat on his head, he stretched out his hand and pointed at it: "It's it, it's it, it's yours. Navigation Artifact - Slime!"

Limru: "..."

Mr. Ranpo: "..."

"Sakura-chan~" The hair on my back stood on end in an instant, and one hand was placed on my head, "Sure enough, short hair is easier to knead—"

"Dad..." I waved the troublesome hand above my head, and moved the chair back to the desk, "Really, it's just that I didn't let go of the long hair in the restart state, so it will grow slowly. And, short hair is comfortable."

"But Sakura-chan only uses growth mimicry at the port Mafia. If she has short hair now, she will still have short hair when she grows taller. Daddy also wants to see the appearance of a little boy—"

I silently glanced at Papa Dazai who came over quietly, thinking to myself that I only used Alice sauce to force me to wear the orange-brown wig at the port Mafia, you haven’t seen it either.

"Ah, it's about time, come here soon." I began to try to change the subject.

"Really, Sakura-chan didn't even give Dad a chance to contribute, even the overalls are ready for the mimicry, and Dad wants to buy you new clothes~"

I tugged on the beige overalls that I changed from the skirt to the pants. I thought the skirt was comfortable but Alice's wig was uncomfortable, and the pants were uncomfortable but my own short hair was comfortable.Alas, there is peace in the world.

"Father, if you want to buy me clothes, you might as well save money and get credit from the coffee shop downstairs..."

"dong dong"

"Ah, there's a knock at the door and I'll open it—"

Dad Dazai, at least you listen to me!The father's debt is well paid by the son!Otherwise, I can only get you the card from Dad Zhongyuan, are you willing, really!

—I think he will.

"Ah, Violet-chan, please come in~"

As soon as I heard the name, I immediately stood up on the table: "Violet~"

"Ah, Violet-chan, do you want some cake?"

"Violet-chan, you are so beautiful today, I really like it. Nai, brother, tell me, is it me or Violet-chan?"

"Huh? This...it's true...that..."

"Huh? Brother—brother—"

"Huh? Ah!"

I turned my eyes back from "Brothers and Sisters War" without noticing, Violet-chan had already taken out the typewriter and put it on the opposite table, and bowed slightly to everyone: "We are about to start work, please cooperate in silence, Thanks."

The office suddenly became quiet, which was much better than Mr. Kunikida shouting "keep quiet and work efficiently" in the office.If he hadn't gone to a meeting, I would have told him that using Violet sauce to achieve a quiet effect in the company is very good, please be sure to record it in your notebook.

"So, Sakura Sauce, No.30 once, the fifth world record, the time is estimated to be three hours, now ready to start."

I nodded to Violet-chan, closed my eyes and relaxed, Dazai's father sat down next to Atsu-kun, Ranpo-san and Rimuru also slowed down their chewing speed, Naomi held Tanizaki-kun in his arms Watching quietly from the side.I closed my eyes, but I could still perceive everything clearly.

"Patta patta pata..." Violet-chan on the opposite side tapped the typewriter as skillfully as when I first met her, and lines of text began to be output on the white paper.

My consciousness began to feel fuzzy, and the sensation in my limbs was gradually disappearing, like a lump of slime about to heat up.

"哗啦啦啦", there was a sound of flipping the book.

Some streets, some vehicles, and some hurried pedestrians gradually appeared in front of me.

"Is this a letter for a veteran who has lost his memory?"

"Ah."

"I lost my memory, can I really get it back by writing a letter?"

"I don't know. But the person who remembers is willing to turn this memory into words on paper and hand it over to him. The content of the words may not come alive again in his mind, but this emotion will definitely be conveyed to the other party."

"Hmm... that's right. Then, in case I lose my memory—traversing planes is always dangerous. If Violet-chan remembers, can you write me a letter?"

"of course."

"But I have a lot of memories, and you probably have to write for a long, long, long time."

"Well, I will write for a long, long, long time, retelling your memory behind the words."

"That's agreed."

"Well, it's agreed."

Next, the background of the street faded out, and a noise was faintly heard.

"It's a sea tornado, a sea tornado!"

"Sea tornado, we are all finished!"

"No, it's not a sea tornado, it's a tangential displacement of the time-space plane... I'll go, this connection can't be the time-space on Limuru's side, Violet-chan!"

On the giant ship, everyone is in danger.

"Violet-chan, are you alright?"

"I'm fine, but those people..."

"Leave them alone. Listen to me, remember our agreement. You said you would write me a long memory letter."

"Remember!"

"Okay, now is the time for the official agreement. You take this blank paper. Once my memory is lost in my brain, as a backup, everything about me will be revealed on it. Ten days after it appears... No, The thirteenth, the thirteenth! You remember to take this piece of paper and write to me, it will specify the time and space, you must remember it!"

"Must remember! Sakura sauce..."

"I'm going, high elf? Can this thing survive? Okay, okay, I still need to go to Limuru's lair to ask for support, and then I was randomly thrown to a strange time and space by the displaced time and space, and the memory loss rate is 100% ,hehe."

"Ahhh! The sea tornado is approaching, it's coming! We're all going to die!"

"Violet-chan, I will deal with the space-time plane over there, and you will be in charge of mediating afterwards."

"Sea tornado! Look, we can't escape!!!"

"I'm leaving Violet-chan first, remember to write to me!"

"Sakura-chan! I will definitely go! Sakura-chan-!"

……

"Sakura-chan, Sakura-chan, you're home."

I vaguely felt being held in someone's arms, a very warm embrace, and very reassuring. There was a "click", the sound of the door being opened, I was carried into the room, and after a while of walking around, I felt someone gently put me on the bed, and then he covered me with a quilt.

I was breathing steadily and drowsy when I heard someone say softly:

"Sakura-chan, good night."