The day when I was one soul with Dazai

In the torture room of the port mafia, a burly and strong man collapsed there without a sound. Only the slight movement of his nose showed the fact that he was still alive.

It was two o'clock in the afternoon when Osamu Dazai was taken away, and it was also the time when the torture of this man, who was firmly locked in the chair, began every day.

"Xiaolin-san, good afternoon!"

When the ignorant man heard this voice, his body trembled subconsciously, it was a devil!

"Kill... kill... me!"

After struggling to finish these words, the man exhausted the strength he had accumulated during the day's rest, and he looked at Dazai Osamu with the desire for death in his eyes!

Taking the seat in the corner casually, Osamu Dazai slid his ass up, even with a smile on his lips, but the words he confided made the man's eyes go dark:

"Why?! I haven't played enough yet!"

Osamu Dazai knew what had happened the moment he woke up. After all, the nearly shattered clothes and the clean bottle in Chuya's hand clearly told what happened to Osamu Dazai!

Shuji Tsushima, who forcibly sealed himself off in his inner world, managed to enter the child's heart at that moment.It's just a stranger, so it's fine to call it out, it's fine to scold me!

But that person who is not good at words but better at speaking with a pen, that soul that was just an ordinary person, that self in another world, chose this way to protect himself.

For a moment, Osamu Dazai even hated the fact that he had joined the mafia, and after waking up, the person who never responded no matter how he shouted, was even more disturbing to his heart every day.

The group of culprits became the best tool for him to vent. Facing Nakahara Chuya's hesitation several times, Dazai Osamu couldn't see that this guy was also worried about Tsushima, let alone the recent Yumeno Kusaku who wrote his own text.

"Don't tell me yet? The origin of the Miss Lingzi you mentioned?"

Osamu Dazai, who was dressed in black, stood up from his seat, sized up the torture tools on the surrounding walls, and walked to a torture tool, Dazai showed a satisfied expression.

"No, it was introduced by our previous military adviser, but he died in the war. His Japanese name is Sato, but he is actually a Russian. I really don't know the rest...ah..."

The boss, who was injected with the same drug, screamed again under the torture of the iron comb. What does it feel like to amplify the pain nerve ten times?Probably the feeling of being bitten by a mosquito is the same as the pain of a pregnant woman giving birth.

And the pain index of Osamu Dazai's body is probably the same as the level [-] pain of other people's pain!Zooming in ten times more, Osamu Dazai couldn't imagine how that man could still communicate with himself in that situation.

"You have also mentioned Russians many times, but you have never been able to tell what those two people looked like, have you?"

Understatement, he slowly poured the water with high concentration of salt on the man's wound. Hearing the ear-piercing howl, Osamu Dazai rubbed his ears, yawned, and stretched. waist:

"In that case, let's continue tomorrow!"

"You devil, you have to die, if you have the ability to kill me, kill me, please!"

Hearing the roar of the man behind him, Osamu Dazai walked out of the dungeon, looked at his subordinates standing respectfully around him, and looked at the dungeon behind where even the light could not penetrate, his kite-colored eyes were full of boredom.

The war is still going on, and the 5000 billion assets have not been spent on anyone, so this dispute will not stop.Finally, after the death rate in Yokohama City reached a certain level, the government agencies finally dispatched!

The supernatural being from a foreign country—Shibusawa Tatsuhiko officially joined the battle, successfully turning the already chaotic Yokohama into a hunting ground, where the winner is king and the loser ends!

Dazai Osamu's behavior of staying in the port mafia's office without sleep, finally made Nakahara Chuya explode.

Looking at Dazai Osamu who has thick dark circles under his eyes, remembering how silent this person was at that time, even though he hated him very much, Nakahara still suppressed it, and asked in a soft tone:

"Dazai, are you alright. Tsushima, where's that guy?"

Hearing Chuya Nakahara's inquiry about Shuji Tsushima, Osamu Dazai's handwriting, which was writing vigorously, broke instantly:

"That guy is writing a book, are you free? Slug!"

Hearing his new nickname, Nakahara also pinched his knuckles and made the sound of 'Capone'.

"Slug? You think I want to control you, bastard Dazai!"

Ignoring the slightly bouncing pen on the desk, Osamu Dazai raised his head indifferently, and looked at the pair of cobalt blue eyes mixed with anger and complexity. The malice in the iris-colored eyes poured out:

"Isn't it just a little injury? No one in the mafia has ever been injured! Don't be annoying like a mother chicken!"

Faced with Dazai Osamu's merciless words, Nakahara Chuya suddenly calmed down, took a deep look at Dazai Osamu who was still working, turned and left immediately.

Don't expose it, Tsushima, when will you come back!

With Nakahara Chuya's departure, Osamu Dazai wanted to release the exhausted inflatable doll and flopped down on the large office chair, freely following the rotation of the seat axis, the slight weightlessness made Osamu Dazai's already tired mind become dizzy. Got to get dizzy.

Russia!

The young man in a black coat looked up at the colorful light due to the refraction of the crystal on the lamp, and slowly stretched out his right hand, with his fingers covering the lamp, he silently clenched his fist and sat up straight. The body, spread out the palm of nothing.

The corners of the mouth curled silently, then drooped again and again.

"Too~zai~"

At this moment, the weak voice from the inner world rang out, Osamu Dazai ignored his emotions just now, and changed into a cheerful tone.

"Tsushima, you slept for a long time this time! Dr. Mori, you've been oppressing me recently. I, a beautiful boy, have dark circles under my eyes. I'm really jealous of the slug's physique!"

"Hahaha, I'm sorry, Dazai, I'm going to write a new book recently and I can't help you for the time being. But, is it you who gave Chuuya a new nickname for the slug?"

Shuji Tsushima looked at his ethereal figure, and his head hurt a little. He took a deep breath, pretended to be healthy and spoke cheerful words, while closing his eyes silently after exhausting his breath.

"You don't know, because of this injury, the slug is very nervous, staring at me all day, and always asking me about your news."

Osamu Dazai looked at his smooth as new arm, and took out a roll of brand new bandages from the bottom of the desk to wrap himself up again, this should not be seen by Dr. Mori!

The bandages wrapped in circles became the boy's last weapon to protect himself!

"Really? Chuya! Dazai, don't blame yourself! We are the same body from another world, we all know that situation and we will do it! It's just that I, an old man, have a rough skin and thick flesh!"

Listening to Shuji Tsushima's words, Osamu Dazai's bandaged hands trembled slightly,

"What? Tsushima is my tenant, I won't be polite! It's just that next time I will think about the problem more comprehensively! I really hate the word accident!"

Shuji Tsushima lay under the starry sky in his inner world, looking up at the shimmering light in front of him:

"I never thought I would become so brave! I am obviously a coward! Thank you for letting me meet you by accident!"

"I really want to see what Tsushima looks like!"

Lying on the seat with eyes closed and feeling the temperature under the light, Osamu Dazai felt a little sleepy.

"There is always a chance for the strange abilities in this world!"

Under the bright light, the two of them slowly fell asleep, exhausted!

Nakahara Nakahara, who passed by Dazai Osamu's office, looked at the documents in his hand, and then at the half-closed door, wrapped the door with supernatural powers like a thief, and opened it without making a sound, watching him just sleep like this Osamu Dazai, who was sitting on the chair, curled his lips, and moved the blanket on the sofa in the office to Osamu Dazai with his supernatural power, and then backed out as it was.

"A mackerel is a mackerel, so weak that you don't even admit it!"

Dazai, who woke up when he felt the extra weight on his body inside the door, listened to the muttering outside the door, sneered, wrapped the blanket tightly and fell asleep again.

"Slugs are slugs, slimy!"

Lupine Bar

"Dazai, I'm in a good mood today!"

Oda Sakunosuke sat by the bar, looked at the young man who was surrounded by cheerful emotions, and blinked.

"Hey, Odasaku, did you find it too?"

Osamu Dazai, who was refreshed after a good night's sleep, stopped ordering to persecute the boss, and looked at Sakunosuke Oda who was wearing a sand-colored coat beside him with a gleam in his eyes.

"My surname is Oda!"

Oda Sakunosuke took a sip of whiskey, looked at the round ice cube in the glass, and repeated helplessly.

"But I think Odasaku is more fluent, you say so, boss!"

The boss, dressed in a traditional bartender uniform, was wiping the cup with a clean white cloth against the light. Hearing Osamu Dazai's remarks, the boss raised his head and looked at the two of them:

"Probably because there are too many calls! And it's a relatively unique reason!"

Listening to the boss's affirmative words in disguise, Oda Sakunosuke silently closed the microphone, after all, he didn't pay much attention to such things.

"Odasaku, don't you want to know why I'm happy?"

Glancing at Dazai Osamu who expressed the feeling in his tone of asking me, asking me, what I want to say, Oda Sakunosuke asked in a very dignified way:

"Then what makes you so happy, Dazai?"

"Since it's Oda Saku, I'll tell you!"

Osamu Dazai shook his head with a special drink for minors—tomato juice, and said;

"I think Chuya likes me!"

Stopped drinking, recalling the style of the Nakahara-sama, Oda Sakunosuke turned his head to look at the tomato juice in the glass in Dazai Osamu's hand, took it over, slightly moved his nose, a strong The smell of wine came over.

Oda Sakunosuke handed the cup to the boss, and the boss sniffed it, and laughed instantly, looking at someone who was obviously drunk but looked normal.

Faced with this friend's serious nonsense, Oda Sakunosuke asked in a very dignified way:

"So are you happy because you found out that Lord Zhongyuan likes you?"