Yokohama diva, sultry online

The reason why I say it is Osamu Dazai is because Miss Hongye usually likes to send text messages, while Dead Mackerel just calls directly.

"Did something happen to Mafia?" Nakahara Chuya's thoughts gradually became clear, he wiped his face, his blue eyes were clear, and the haze of just getting up was swept away.

No wonder he thought so, there was nothing important to call so early, Zhong Yuan also glanced at the clock, it was only five o'clock.

Nakahara Nakaya's legs fell naturally, and he stepped on the floor with bare feet. The boy's body hadn't experienced much pain. He bent down slightly, and put socks on the delicate and white arches with one hand, vividly Destroying the beauty with practical actions.

"........."

Osamu Dazai touched the tip of his nose, and the naturally raised eye ends were slightly drooped, making the iris deeper and deeper, but the more prominent dark circles on the white skin showed the fact that he hadn't slept all night.

Low air pressure visible to the naked eye.

"Let's ask how things are going in the middle." This sentence has been echoing in Osamu Dazai's mind since yesterday, repeated countless times in different accents and different ways... It feels like a mistake It's the same as those who have troubled themselves are carefully rehearsing how to seek peace.

"How could I have done something wrong? Why did I call to ask how my subordinates are doing? The little slug is now on vacation, comfortable..."

In the confined space, Osamu Dazai was the only one who was asking and answering questions, and his voice did not fluctuate, and his expression was almost dull, as if he was simply stating an objective fact, not trying to avoid anything.

But after finishing the whole sentence in his mouth, for no reason, his whole body was like a deflated balloon, and it was difficult to gather more courage to dial the phone number.

"—Osamu Dazai, you are such a scumbag!" The black-haired leader pinched the center of his brows in annoyance, he took a deep breath, and made this evaluation calmly, as if he was criticizing others.

Isn't what he's doing now the performance of a scumbag?Obviously a long time ago my favorite type was pretty girls, now I first provoke the little dwarf irresponsibly, and when the little dwarf is really shaken, he pats his butt and doesn't respond.

Was it because of love that he provoked him in the first place?The answer is of course not, of course it was just for fun at first.

And if he had to say it, he positioned himself and Nakahara Chuya as friends with friends, not even lovers. So far, Osamu Dazai thinks this positioning is correct.

——It is good to have no feelings, feelings are the most troublesome thing in this world.

—He is a mortal man after all.

From the day before the fall, Zhongyuan Zhong also silently acquiesced. Even if he did too much, the Zhefa cadres still cooperated with him. If the person concerned is unwilling, how could there be any subsequent things... Dazai Osamu thought , this is not right, both of them must stop losses in time.

The voice began to get anxious, the more silent the other side was, the more bad things people would associate with it, and many people's thoughts always breed in the silence, Nakahara also clenched his fist, "Hey, Dazai, what's going on? What's wrong?"

Just now I thought the problem should not be particularly serious. After all, the overall strength of the port Mafia is there, and the time he left is not too long, no matter how you think, that guy Dazai will not have any problems...

The flesh-colored lips almost collapsed into a straight line, his knuckles creaked, and Zhong Yuan Zhong also's face was so gloomy that water dripped out. He was powerless to deal with the current situation.

He's stuck here now and can't go back, can't do anything.

The volume of the cadre Zhefa was not only twice as loud as before, and Osamu Dazai sounded a little deafening. He took the phone away a bit, and complained in his heart that Zhong Yuanzhong always pays so little attention to details, and the curvature of the corners of his lips But unknowingly, it went up crazily.

The boy's unique Qingyue voice is full of concern. Dazai Osamu automatically filtered out the other party's rude words, and his mood is gradually improving. Even though separated by two completely different time and space, he seems to be able to see Know Zhongyuan Zhongye's expression at the moment.

The two eyebrows, which are slightly more delicate than others, must be eager to twist together, the ocher forehead hair must still be stuck between the eyebrows and eyes, and the beautiful blue eyes must become brighter because of the added anxiety and anger... …

Osamu Dazai almost sighed, Nakahara Chuya really hasn't changed all this time, obviously the last call ended in a very unpleasant situation.

He suddenly blinked, and made up a scapegoat for the Supernatural Secret Service without any guilt, "That's right, the people from the Supernatural Secret Service came to ask for trouble because the port Mafia moved their 'cake'. "

Ability Secret Service Division...

There are indeed some troubles, Nakahara Chuya frowned and thought, Yokohama belongs to the government|government's superpower organization, and the number of superpowers it has is still unclear, but there must be some strong ones.

In the past, the Central Plains had fought against them because of some small conflicts. However, they were concerned that the relationship between the two parties could not be regarded as opposing enemies.

Although he didn't really make a move, Zhong Yuanzhong also knew that the Supernatural Secret Service Division was difficult to deal with.

However, according to the current situation in Yokohama, the Supernatural Secret Service Division will definitely not choose to fight Mafia at the port. The cost of losing both is too great for both sides.

"They shouldn't dare to do anything. If I were here, I would definitely take them..." Zhong Yuanzhong also heaved a sigh of relief. He said that he realized that something was wrong, and his expression was a little awkward, "Didn't you just accept a new caller?" A subordinate of 'Atsushi Nakajima', he should be able to handle it."

That silver-white hair, who was timid when he first came here, looks like a very good baby, without any black|hand|party temperament. Although he respectfully called the dead mackerel "Mr. Dazai", this is not at all Subordinates call their bosses!

And this Atsushi Nakajima doesn't seem to care about the strongest combat power of his port Mafia at all! ! !

Osamu Dazai heard the ironic words, and he never understood why Chuya Nakahara was hostile to the well-behaved and honest Atsushi, obviously this kid was very polite and sensible.

Zhefa cadre's attention seemed to have been diverted from the unhappiness that day from the very beginning, as if it had never happened, and he was the only one who was feeling lost and didn't know what to do.

Osamu Dazai flicked his soft and fluffy black hair, and slowly hung the broken hair behind his ears, clearly revealing his kite eyes full of complex emotions.

Chuya...is there something different?

"That's right, anyway, it doesn't matter if Mafia doesn't want that piece of 'cake', and the people from the Supernatural Secret Service Division can't do anything to me."

Nakahara also nodded, and then hesitated for a while again, he seemed to know that the road was not going to work, but he still stubbornly chose to ask his doubts, "Dazai... did you have a friend named Odasaku? "

As for why you ask-

He still remembered the smile from last night, without other impurities, it was just a pure and extreme smile, which came from the heart.

It's also possible that he had put on a filter, and Zhongyuan Zhong also felt that the dead mackerel was shining at that moment, in short, it was much better than the half-dead bastard who might even want to die now.

Is that really the expression that Osamu Dazai would have?

"..." As if he was in a world of ice and snow all over his body, Osamu Dazai felt that the temperature dropped below zero in an instant, all the blood vessels in his body were frozen, his lips were trembling non-stop, and every joint of his fingers was extremely stiff .

How would he know?how can that be possible?He should be the only one who knows about this kind of thing, right?

Osamu Dazai felt that the whole world was full of malice at this moment, as if telling him that the method you implemented was wrong from the beginning to the end when he was about to succeed, he continued to look at the desktop with nothing in it , at a loss.

The opposite party didn't speak, and he couldn't even hear the sound of breathing. Zhong Yuanzhong also felt that he should be whimsical. A dream is a dream after all. No matter how real it is, it is just a dream, which has nothing to do with reality.

Fully aware of the stupidity of his actions, Zhong Yuanzhong immediately blurted out the endless question, "Forget it, it's nothing."

"Why do you ask?" Osamu Dazai's lips turned pale, and a thin layer of cold sweat broke out on his forehead, but the voice on the phone was the same as before. Up to now, he tried to use aggressive methods to get what he wanted. the answer you want.

This should not be known by Zhong Ye, or that no one should know except him.

"I believe that Zhong shouldn't ask this question for no reason, right? After all, even a slug as stupid as this can still think, and won't ask such a stupid question."

It's really disgusting people both openly and secretly, Zhong Yuanzhong also rolled his eyes, he sat on the edge and lay back on the bed directly, his head hit the soft quilt and messed up his unmanaged hair even more , with a bad tone, "It's a dream, let's do it!"

Damn mackerel!

Not lying, Osamu Dazai judged in his heart, his gaze gradually gained focus, and his kite eyes gradually began to sparkle with more intense colors.

Zhong also "sees" the truth of some things in his dream, probably not many, although he himself has not realized that these truths may be what "Book" wants him to see... What exactly does "Book" want to do? What?What is the purpose of taking the little slug to another world?

No one knows.

Osamu Dazai thought that he had to study how to get the little slug back as soon as possible. Before things got worse, if Chuya really knew the truth of the matter... Osamu Dazai couldn't think about it anymore.

"Chuya, you have to know that you will come back sooner or later, so don't get too connected with the people there, or you will be in trouble in the future." His voice was hoarse after suppression, and Osamu Dazai's eyes were sharp, " At that time, there is nothing you can do if you cry and say 'reluctantly'."

It sounds like it's all for the sake of the Central Plains.