Yokohama diva, sultry online

Zhong Yuanzhong also actually got two hats, one is a top hat that is very similar to his original one, and the other is a black sports hat with a generous style-after all, wearing a top hat to go out is really "exotic clothing". twenty one

When he was in the cloakroom, he just received a message from Sister Hongye, so he took a picture and sent it, but was asked by Atobe who it was.

Considering various reasons, Zhongyuan Zhong also chose to conceal the identity of the big sister Hongye, and perfunctorily said that she was just a friend she met in the game hall.

"Isn't the equipment at my uncle's house better than the game hall on the street? You don't participate in club activities and go there, it's really not gorgeous!"

——Nakahara also remembers what Atobe said at the time.

He was lying on the white and soft bed with his limbs stretched out, his whole body exuded moisture just after he came out of the bathroom, his eyes were staring straight at the intricately patterned ceiling, next to the pillow was an upside-down top hat, and the silver chain was hanging down Chuya's index finger.

Zhong Yuanzhong also fiddled with the metal chain boredly, as if it was not an inanimate thing. The cold feeling made him a little hot after taking a hot bath. He squinted his eyes happily, and quickly took off his hat. He got up and put it on his chest.

He stared blankly at the place where the brim of the hat was originally marked, and repeated the same movements over and over again. After a long time, he realized that his behavior was very boring, turned over and buried his whole face in the pillow, and his body was also rolled up by the quilt. up.

He wants to go back to training, to do tasks, to beat people!

Zhong Yuanzhong also knew that he was dreaming, this feeling was amazing, his whole body was light and light, as if the ground he was stepping on was as soft as cotton candy.

He wandered endlessly, and suddenly found that the buildings in front of him became familiar, and he seemed to be dreaming of Yokohama again unconsciously.

It turned out that he didn't say anything, but actually wanted to go back to Yokohama so much in his heart?Zhong Yuanzhong also slandered himself expressionlessly. He scratched his hair and suddenly found that he had a hat on his head.

Reflexively, he raised his hand and pressed it on the hat, trying to grab it to see what it looked like, because he was still playing with his new hat before going to bed, who knew that the hat on his head seemed to be glued to his hair, Zhong Yuan Zhongye's hair hurts from being pulled out, and his hat doesn't move at all.

——MD, what a broken dream!

The veins on his forehead were exposed, but no matter how angry Zhongyuan Zhongye was, no matter how angry he was, the disobedient hat was still firmly on his head.

Zhong Yuanzhong was also very angry. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of a familiar black figure on the opposite side of the street. He kicked it without hesitation, and ended up being lonely as expected.

Every time Nakahara Nakahara met Osamu Dazai in his dream, he would "greet" with his feet. In his dream, of course it was how comfortable he came, although every time he came into contact with Osamu Dazai, it was as direct as smoke. passed through.

Damn dead mackerel!

Osamu Dazai was wearing a black overcoat, with an extraordinary belt swaying thoughtfully behind him. He was in a good mood, humming a song in his nostrils, and there was still an elegant smile on the corner of his mouth. Both feet strode in the direction of Lupine's bar.

I don't know if it's his illusion, but he felt the upper part of his body was extremely cold in an instant, as if a biting cold wind had passed by, Dazai looked at the still leaves beside the road, and felt for a long time that he might be too nervous There is an illusion of tension.

Osamu Dazai sneezed. He rubbed his itchy nose, suspecting that someone was scolding him behind his back. It seemed that there was a saying that someone who sneezed for no reason was secretly scolding him.

I don't know who was the one who wanted him to die. If he could really kill him, Osamu Dazai might say thank you before he died.

Nakahara just watched Osamu Dazai pass through the narrow alleys like a ghost, and then arrived at a bar with a somewhat dilapidated facade that didn't look like a good place from the outside. He just thought that there was such a place in Yokohama.

Zhong Yuanzhong also clicked his tongue, feeling that today's dream seemed a little too long and strange.

The black-haired young man... no, it's a young man, Nakahara Chuya saw clearly that Osamu Dazai was actually smiling.

Although it is not obvious, Zhong Yuanzhong is also convinced that it is not a sneer, nor a sneer, but a smile infused with true feelings, just like a cold statue suddenly injected with popularity and began to have vitality.

Was mackerel so "lively" before it died?

Zhongyuan Zhong didn't know that he had already asked his doubts aloud, his eyes were fixed on the black figure in front of him, his expression was terribly serious, he felt that the current Dazai Osamu was different from what he remembered.

However, there is nothing outstanding inside the bar, and it can be said that it is very inconsistent with the drinking habits of Zhongya in the past.

Empty wine bottles were placed against the wall, and the drinkers were silent, and the high and low lights were the most common ones, even dimmer than normal ones due to the age.

Nakahara looked at Osamu Dazai and greeted the boss with ease, then sat down in the middle seat at the bar without any hesitation, and then said to the boss, "I still want the old one."

This shows that dead mackerel is a frequent visitor here, and Nakahara Chuya's doubts are getting bigger and bigger like a snowball.

He was quite sure that Osamu Dazai basically never went out to the port of Mafia, and the few times he did so were for official business, and he followed him to ensure the safety of the mackerel.

Osamu Dazai put both arms on the bar counter, his iris-colored eyes looked like flowing water under the bright yellow light, he felt that Oda Saku would come today, it was a kind of unexplainable reason Fantastic intuition.

Osamu Dazai is looking forward to it, because he has discovered a new method of suicide.

The golden bubbles rose slowly in the glass and burst when they touched the liquid surface, but the bubbles continued to rise from the bottom of the glass, and there was a round ice cube floating in the wine.

It looks delicious, Nakahara Nakaya looked at Osamu Dazai who seemed to have been pressed the still button after holding the glass, and commented objectively.

Osamu Dazai leaned back suddenly, his kite eyes widened like a black cat, he dug left and right in the black coat, conjured a small spoon out of nowhere, and then started pointing at Spherical ice cubes in the glass strained.

"What are you doing?" Oda Sakunosuke pulled away the chair next to Osamu Dazai and sat down. He ordered a glass of distilled wine that he drank most often from the boss, and asked Osamu Dazai next to him.

Even though he asked this question, Oda Sakunosuke didn't show much curiosity on his face. He held the cup tightly and took a sip. Whether Dazai Osamu answered or not, he could accept it.

Nakahara Chuya opened his mouth and asked the same question at the same time. He followed Osamu Dazai into the bar, and then watched Osamu Dazai make a series of inappropriate and strange actions.

It's just that although he was standing very close by, no one could see him... It seemed that he was the only one who was out of place in this old, dark bar.

He looked at Sakunosuke Oda who was sitting next to him. He was dressed in ordinary clothes, with small stubble growing around his lips, and he looked a bit unkempt—Nakahara was also sure that he did not have such a person in his memory.

It was clearly a dream, but what I saw and felt was so real.

Nakahara also pursed his lips. He still clearly remembered the scene when he met Dazai Osamu. The teenager's mind had reached an unfathomable level, playing tricks on everyone.

Are those eyes... what they look like now?

Osamu Dazai looked at his friend in surprise, and then curled his lips in distress, with a very vivid expression on his childish face, "Oda Tsukuru, I am exploring a way to die of being choked to death by liquid, and now I am preparing to remove the water that hinders me. The ice cubes are wiped out. Sounds very simple? But it is still uncomfortable when choking, and it is not easy to succeed."

Speaking of the last sentence, he spread his hands again, truly expressing the difficulty of being choked to death.

"So that's how it is..." Oda Sakunosuke took another sip of wine quietly, looking at Osamu Dazai who was still digging ice cubes with a spoon out of the corner of his eyes, thinking how could such a small spoon crush such a large spherical ice cube dig it out.

He thought for a while, and said, "It's better not to waste wine, you go home and try it yourself!"

Sakunosuke Oda has never heard of this method of suicide by choking to death. This kind of situation all occurs inadvertently. If you really do it deliberately, it may be even more difficult to succeed.

Osamu Dazai's tone was like a child who can't get sugar, he shrugged his thin shoulders helplessly, his breath was so light that it made people afraid that he died the next moment, "...Okay, then I'll go back and try again! "

He hadn't planned to die suddenly in front of his friends. He rarely had time to get together, and he was afraid of leaving a shadow on Oda.

The tone of discussing "suicide" seemed to be as flat as discussing the weather today. The black-haired boy's eyes contained a fanatical pursuit of death, and everything else could no longer enter his eyes.

Shouldn't he be persuaded not to commit suicide at a time like this?

The palm of the clenched fist has already started to turn white. If he could feel the pain in his dream, Nakahara is almost certain that this is not Osamu Dazai!

Although the body of the dead mackerel is indeed filled with eternal death, oh time has never said that he wants to commit suicide, he worked so hard to climb up to the seat of the head of Mafia at the port, and has been working hard for so many years, how could it be this man who is full of "suicide" The stinky brat!

But there was an uncontrollable voice in my heart that became louder and louder—this is the dead mackerel, and it was Osamu Dazai who stood on the edge of the Hong Kong Building and jumped down without hesitation. At that time, his eyes seemed to return to the longing The feeling of a place that has long belonged.

Zhong Yuanzhong also felt split, in this dream he was more like a spectator.

Oda Sakunosuke pointed to the seat on the other side of Osamu Dazai, "Ango didn't come today!"

"Yeah, that guy is busy with a 'smuggling case', he probably won't be able to sleep a few days." Dazai Osamu mercilessly mocked the workaholic Ango Sakaguchi.

Perhaps because it was an expression of true feelings, Osamu Dazai exuded a harmless aura, his thin lips gently pursed into a pleasant arc, his iris-colored eyes were like fine amber, he shook the cup, and looked at him with curved eyes By Oda Sakunosuke.

Zhongyuanzhong, who was immersed in the entanglement, also saw this scene as soon as he looked up. It was like thousands of fireworks blooming in front of his eyes. Zhongyuanzhong also had this wonderful feeling before. sky full of fireworks.

His mood was like a pot of boiling water was constantly boiling, but it was inexplicably bitter. He pressed his hat covertly, and there was only one thought in his mind.

It turns out that a dead mackerel... can laugh so brightly without any haze?

The smile on his face flashed away, Osamu Dazai glanced around calmly, there were no strangers, basically they were all regular customers of Lupin, everyone was drinking quietly - just now he had a feeling of being stared at Feel.

Oda Sakunosuke sensed something was wrong with his friend, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Osamu Dazai shook his head, and then lay down on the table. The boy's slender waist was bound by the belt and bent into a seductive arc. He blinked one eye playfully.

Because the muffled breath from his chest sounded sweet and greasy, he flicked the glass with his nails and made a clear and sweet voice, "Oda Zukuo, I have a small task to do in a few days." Your help."

MD, kinda gross.

I don't know why, Nakahara Nakahara, who was stunned by the smile of the dead mackerel just now, also saw that Dazai Osamu felt an indescribable nausea in his heart, as if his memory had been missed, but his body still had a reflex Performance.

He really wants to hit this Osamu Dazai!

"You still need help with tasks...Okay, I understand." Oda Sakunosuke stopped in his tracks. He looked at Dazai Osamu, and was suddenly stunned by the image that flashed in his mind.

Has his superpower gone wrong?Why did he see Dazai's head kicked by a brown-haired figure, and then the whole person was driven to turn several times in the air?This is going to kill you, right?

Oda Sakunosuke frowned. At this moment, he had great doubts about his "seamless" ability.

This time it was Dazai Osamu who was puzzled again, he looked at Oda Sakunosuke, and suddenly saw a vague shadow beside him.

He looks like a teenage boy, very short, his whole face is blocked by a hat, he can't see his face clearly, he seems to be wearing a nightgown, the matching is very strange, but Osamu Dazai felt a cool feeling on his back for no reason, as if being caught The beast stared at the same.

On closer inspection, there was nothing there.

Zhongyuan Zhong also opened his eyes suddenly, a small beam of sunlight leaked from the gap in the curtain, but it was enough to dazzle Zhongyuan Zhongye who had just woken up, he sat up and leaned on the pillow and rubbed his temples.

He's starting to resist going to sleep, because every time he wakes up he feels so tired, and...the scream in the eyes of the dead mackerel at the end...

Make him feel real.

"Jingle Bell--"

Zhong Yuanzhong also reacted in a daze, then slowly picked up the phone from the table, his blue eyes were full of confusion.

What is a dead mackerel doing on the phone early in the morning?