The day when I was one soul with Dazai

Seeing the awkwardly turned face away, and then turned around without hesitation, Chuya Nakahara, who hesitated to speak, showed an expression mixed with embarrassment on his face. Chuya slowly clenched his fist.

After blowing a whistle, he moved his gaze to the sky.

The red of the setting sun is lightly dyed orange hair as if it is the favor of the high sun, and it seems to be the light from itself:

"Bastard mackerel, at three o'clock tomorrow morning, that blue and white boat at the port pier!"

Throwing down these words, Nakahara Zhong also pressed the hat on his head, and left with his back straight.

"Zhongye, are you still so duplicity?!"

Osamu Dazai looked at the little man with a height of 1.6 meters and an aura of [-] meters, tilted his head and smiled, and complained about his former partner to Shuji Tsushima.

Inner world There is a thick stack of manuscripts on the desk, with messy lines painted on them, and the "Snow Country" in the blank space shows Tsushima's efforts.

"Dazai is always so dishonest, you really trust Chuya!"

The iris-colored pupils were covered by the slender eyelashes, and after a while they opened tremblingly, looking at the blood-colored sea, the scenery imprinted in the eyes was filtered, and it became an old photo, which was stored in Dazai's heart :

"Who knows?!"

Turning around and leaving the figure, the wind gently lifted a corner of his clothes, which fell into the eyes of a sketching student. In the end, it turned into reality and stayed on the drawing paper forever.

It was really cold in Yokohama at night. After stuffing a letter into the mailbox at the door of his house, Osamu Dazai glanced at the light kept for himself in the house, and left without hesitation.

After all, you will come back one day, so you don't need to say goodbye for a short time away!

Sitting at the desk on the second floor, Ryunosuke Akutagawa subconsciously glanced at the window as if sensing something, and after a while, he raised his pen again.

On the white manuscript paper, coherent handwriting, write a brand new world, if this world is not so beautiful, then I can write a world for you!

The twilight of the morning sun shone on the deck, and looking at Yokohama, which was already somewhat blurred, Osamu Dazai stretched out his bandage-wrapped hand with five fingers spread out, blocking the light that was hitting his face in an attempt to illuminate him.

He holds a red wine glass in his right hand, and a bottle of red wine worth tens of millions in the other hand. The close-fitting vest tightly binds the strong muscles wrapped under the white shirt, and the slender and powerful thighs are tightly wrapped in black trousers. Strictly.

The black necklace on the neck, accompanied by the casual pull of the hand holding the red wine glass, reveals the well-protected Adam's apple. The wine-red wine swayed slightly in the glass, forming an unstoppable force with the white neck. Masked masculinity.

While blocking the sun, Osamu Dazai, who watched the little man's series of actions, showed an exaggerated expression:

"Wow, Chuya, has it fallen to the point of being a scumbag now?"

Glancing at Osamu Dazai with disdain, Nakahara stayed on the deck leisurely, enjoying the mild sunshine and the comfort of good wine. It would be great if there was no bandage placement device for this journey!

Seeing Dazai Osamu who hid under the sun umbrella because the sun rose above his head, Nakahara Nakahara also said with disgust:

"Hypocritical!"

"Of course, after all, Zhongyuan is different from me. There are always many young ladies around me, but Sister Zhongyuan has been asked about news recently!"

After drinking the red wine in the glass, he put the glass and the wine aside, Nakahara also rushed to the place where Osamu Dazai was, and skillfully lifted Osamu Dazai who was lying on the reclining chair by his collar.

"So it's your fault that the gang went to the leader to discuss marriage, right?!"

Looking at Chuya Nakahara, who was obviously drunk with some headaches, Osamu Dazai thought about his words:

"No! I wasn't in Yokohama at that time!"

When this incident happened, Osamu Dazai was really not in Yokohama but in Tokyo to help the government deal with some matters. However, there is a way to guide his absence!

"Oh, then, I'm sorry! I misunderstood you!"

Seeing Chuya Nakahara, who was even more stubborn after being drunk, Osamu Dazai coaxed Chuya Nakahara to sit on the top of the sail on the deck.

Looking up and squinting at the petite black figure standing at the top, the mobile phone in his hand was raised silently.

Immediately afterwards, a unique voice came from the top:

"I am the king of the world!"

Accompanied by Zhongyuan Zhongya's voice, the staff in the cabin emerged one by one. After searching for a while, they finally found Zhongyuan Zhongya at the top of the sail.

Everyone wanted to complain, but when they saw the figure of Chuya Zhongyuan, they silently swallowed it back and turned it into a fancy compliment.

"As expected of a Central Plains cadre, to be able to say such a thing!"

"That's right, someone else wouldn't be able to express this aura!"

Osamu Dazai, who recorded the words of this group of subordinates, held back a smile and uploaded the video to the SD card, took the card out of the phone, and hid it under the bandage.

Osamu Dazai, who was humming in a good mood, regardless of the group of subordinates who were planning to find ways to invite their own cadres off the sail, leisurely found the room prepared by the little man, and looked at Tsushima's figure above the room. Name, Osamu Dazai hooked his lips.

He took out the paper clip from his cuff, and lightly poked it twice, the door naturally opened in front of Osamu Dazai.

In the narrow room with only the next bed, he casually fell on the soft mattress, silently took out the mobile phone from his body, opened the cover, and tapped with his slender fingers, as if he was dancing in the air.

Pressing the send button, Osamu Dazai closed his mobile phone slightly with one hand, pulled the quilt under him, and wrapped himself in it casually. After a while, he fell into a sweet sleep.

After sobering up, Nakahara Chuya looked at the strange faces of his subordinates and the slightly damaged sail, and said unhappily:

"What's the situation? Didn't you check before sailing?"

The people bowed their heads, thinking of their boss singing loudly at the top of the sail, not knowing what to say, acquiescing to the sudden mistake.

"Forget it, let's not make an example!"

Seeing his subordinate's low-browed and pleasing eyes, Nakahara Chuya, as the conscience of the port mafia, exposed the matter.

After a glance, he found that Osamu Dazai was missing. Thinking about the other party's mission, Nakahara Nakata glanced at the area where the crew lived, and left without looking back.

That guy is a cockroach, and his vitality is stronger than anyone else. This is the first time this guy is so worried? !

However, thinking of the great achievements of that person and the seemingly endless black history in his hands, Zhongyuan Zhong also gave up from the heart, and he visited out of concern.

Walking in the snowy Russia, Osamu Dazai put on thermal underwear at the strong request of Shuji Tsushima, and successfully bloated his appearance.

Fyodor Dostoevsky, the leader of the terrorist organization Rats of the House of Death, has a myriad of strongholds in Russia, from the mansions of the upper class nobles to the small rooms of the sewers.

The first problem that Osamu Dazai faced when he came to this country was how to catch this smart guy's little partner reserve? !

However, Osamu Dazai, who sensed the secret gaze, buried himself in the soft blue scarf, and flashed a smile.It seems that His Majesty the Devil had already expected his arrival!

A tall and strong man carefully looked at Osamu Dazai's appearance, hesitated for a long time, and after confirming again and again, approached Osamu Dazai.

"Is this Mr. Dazai?"

From the mouth of the tall figure, some blunt words and phrases spit out. It seems that this person has studied in a surprise attack.

Fluent Russian poured out of Osamu Dazai's mouth, and with the confluence of hot and cold air, the white mist blurred the expression on Osamu Dazai's face:

"Yes, is it Fei Jia's instruction? It's so kind, I haven't seen you for a long time! I didn't expect him to be so caring!"

Accompanied by Dazai's words, the originally serious man became a little respectful.

"Yes, it's the leader's instruction! Please follow me, this way please!"

A tall man even taller than a bear led the way, completely blocking the oncoming wind and snow.

Following the big man, Osamu Dazai came to an indoor sewer entrance. The big man fumbled on the wall for a while, and then easily lifted the heavy-looking cover aside.

Looking at the iron stairs that can be climbed down, Osamu Dazai came from the ground to the underground under the signal of the big man, but the big man did not follow.

And a quiet woman, at this time, is standing quietly at the bottom of the stairs, waiting for the guests who need to be guided.

It seems that the Majin-kun in this world looks more interesting? !

What is this posture for?Sincerity, invitation, threat?Or just that.

After nearly a dozen detours, Osamu Dazai successfully realized the cumbersomeness of Fei Jia in this world!

Facing Fei Jia like this, Tsushima, who is good at hitting the straight ball, must be more suitable than me!

About four hours later, Osamu Dazai vaguely relied on his amazing memory to record the route he passed, and Shuji Tsushima in his inner world conscientiously outlined the route they traveled on the map entered in his mind before coming.

Looking at the pale and gorgeous face sitting in front of the brick-red wall, wearing a thick cloak, and the heavy felt hat on the head, even Dazai has to admit that this is completely opposite to Russia in the eyes of the world A man with a good face.

Looking at the wet marks on the sand-colored windbreaker, the blue scarf tightly wrapped around Dazai's neck, and the hands that had been kept in his pockets, he smiled and invited Dazai to share the fire in front of him.

Sitting next to the warm fire, looking at the unusually spacious Russian sewer project, Osamu Dazai took out his hands from his pockets, facing the fire with his palms, absorbing a bit of coldness mixed with the temperature.

With purple eyes, she glanced at the people around her, and her purple lips parted slightly.