Yokohama diva, sultry online

Dazai Osamu's brain cells exploded at this moment. Looking at the smiling Koizumi Chiko, he felt a bucket of ice water poured down his face, "Chuya, she is not my girlfriend!"

"I don't have a girlfriend!" Osamu Dazai repeated again in a hasty tone, for fear that the leader of Zhefa would misunderstand for a second, "She is a witch, and I can only see you by relying on her magic power, and we have I have an idea of ​​how to get you back."

Osamu Dazai added another sentence, he was cautiously probing, the magnetic voice turned out to be very pitiful under the intentionally lowered condition, like an abandoned little animal.

"Until you come back, I won't have the leader's wife!"

"Central Plains officials don't get me wrong, I'm just a witch with some special methods, and I can't be the leader's wife." Chiko Koizumi was stared at inexplicably, and she immediately tasted the warning in Dazai Osamu's eyes.

Koizumi Chiko didn't know that Osamu Dazai, the leader of the port mafia, had two faces. He may only have two types of people in his eyes: Nakahara Chuya and others.

I don't know why, Nakahara always felt that Osamu Dazai's voice was flattering, like a husband who has done something wrong is begging his wife for forgiveness...

Zhong Yuanzhong also shook his head violently, feeling that he was bewildered, how could he have such a weird association, but what Zhong Yuanzhong couldn't deny was...he was actually relieved from the bottom of his heart.

I'm just worried that I won't be able to get along well with the "leader's wife", and I have no other thoughts, Zhong Yuan Zhong also said softly in his heart, and then exhaled a sigh of relief.

"........."

"That's really great." Zhong Yuanzhong was also surprisingly peaceful. In a trance, besides the joy that he felt that he could go back, he also had some extra emotions, but he couldn't put it into words.

However, Zhong Yuanzhong also felt that his shaking heart has stabilized. There is nothing more joyful than him going back. He can still smell the burning smell in the air, which symbolizes violence. Bring a sense of security.

If he lives in a comfortable life for a long time, Zhong Yuanzhong will not feel safe, because he knows that kind of life is unstable, and he will eventually give up.

There was a very obvious excitement in the voice of the cadre Zhefa, who was simply happy to be back, but Osamu Dazai couldn't see Chuya Nakahara's expression. He didn't know if his cadres were happy for anything other than being happy for coming back. of……

For example, he doesn't have the leader's wife now, or for example, the subtext of waiting for the little slug to come back.

This was a bold attempt, and Osamu Dazai didn't even know how disturbed his expression was.

As if a great temptation suddenly appeared in front of him, he tentatively wanted to touch it, but he was also afraid that this temptation was full of sharp weapons that could put him to death.

He is not afraid of death, but he cannot die at this moment.

"Chuya, do you still want to come back?" Osamu Dazai's voice was mixed with uncertainty. Rationally, he should firmly believe in Chuya Nakahara's decision, but he was only afraid that the answer he got would not be decisive. I won't let you go."

I can't live without you either!

Koizumi Chiko watched the sudden change in his eyes, the black-haired leader showed an expression as if he was drowning, the invisible air seemed to hold back his breathing, he began to pant with his mouth open, the white bandage wrapped around his neck now looks It looks like a shackle.

At this moment, she seemed to see a sensitive person stretching out a hand to the outside world, and the thick covering deep inside Dazai Osamu cracked a thin slit.

Nakahara sneered, his tone was arrogant and disdainful, not a respectful attitude towards the leader, and of course he couldn't show that kind of attitude towards Osamu Dazai, "What kind of person do you think of me, I still have a cadre responsible."

Osamu Dazai hoped that time would pass slowly, but what made him extremely irritable was that he didn't know what else to say, so he could only pause and ask, "How is the injury?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also touched the corners of his lips, the blood had dried up, he waved his hand, "The aftereffects of not turning on 'dirty' are serious, just some small flesh wounds, but I found a very interesting thing."

For example, the killer in black is very interesting.

Osamu Dazai had never felt so grateful, and he was relieved to mention it.

Fortunately, fortunately, the little slug can't use supernatural powers there. If he uses "dirty" in this situation, he has nothing to do.

"Hey... Dazai, there seems to be some problems with my memory." Nakahara Nakaya took a few more steps to the hidden place, he hesitated for a few minutes before choosing to tell the truth.

"I don't know if it's a problem associated with changing time and space. My memory has something more, as if there is me in a parallel world..."

Nakahara also covered his forehead, with a painful expression on his face. These extra memories confused his perception of himself for a moment, and he always directly threw such unclear things to Osamu Dazai.

Because it was too real, Nakahara Zhong also put himself in the place of himself in that parallel world, and found that both the style of doing things and the decisions he made were very in line with his habits.

For example, whether Dazai Osamu has recited him more times or he has memorized Dazai Osamu more times, Nakahara Chu can no longer remember this matter.

Chuya Nakahara carried Osamu Dazai probably because the mackerel had his leg broken by the enemy, and the mackerel carried him because of the sequelae after he opened "Dirty".

As for the fact that I don’t remember clearly, it’s because Dazai Osamu didn’t break his leg every time he was beaten, and he didn’t always get carried back every time he opened “Dirty”...

Nakahara can also manipulate the gravity of objects that come into contact with him, but Osamu Dazai's human disqualification is the ultimate anti-supernatural ability, which can remove his supernatural ability, so every time he carries Osamu Dazai on his back, he can feel the real power of the human body. the weight of.

I don't know which time it was, when Nakahara Chuya supported Osamu Dazai with his arms, an idea suddenly popped into his mind.

He seems to have lost weight again.

Nakahara Chu also thought so in his heart, while resignedly supporting Osamu Dazai, who had slid down a little, to prevent this seriously injured person from suffering another fracture of the tailbone.

Because Dazai Osamu, a rookie in martial arts, was caught and beaten up by the enemy again, and one leg was broken, and he had to be troubled to carry it back to the medical room of Mafia at the port.

"You have been training under Mr. Mori for so long, and your physical skills are still so poor. How can you still be a cadre like this?" Zhong Yuanzhong also had a disgusted breath that even a blind man couldn't hide, so he almost said "you are worthy" directly. Speak up.

This is Zhongyuan Zhongye's dissatisfaction, a thorn in his heart, and the reason why he wanted to beat the mackerel to death countless times but failed to do so.

The black-haired young cadre is already well-known in Yokohama, but now he is obviously very embarrassed, the black suit is crumpled, with a lot of dust and blood on it, the corner of his lip is black, and he is lying on the back of the red-haired boy. Looks a little pitiful.

The most obvious contrast is the boy with ochre-haired man behind his back. His black leather shoes are shiny and spotless, his clothes are not even wrinkled, and his sapphire eyes exude dazzling vitality. He doesn't look like he has destroyed a hostile organization at all. .

The comparison between the two really shows the misery of Osamu Dazai.

Feeling the pain spreading from his body, Osamu Dazai frowned, but the words that came out of his mouth were completely different from the expression on his face. He challenged Chuya Nakahara's nerves with a meticulous tone.

"I'm sorry, I'm indeed the youngest cadre of the current port mafia, no matter how envious or jealous the little slug is, I can't compare to it."

The blue veins on his forehead jumped happily, and Zhong Yuanzhong also wanted to throw the person on his back out. He looked at the smelly ditch next to him, which looked good, and it matched the black mud and stench of the person on his back very well.

"Who envies and hates you, don't put gold on your face!"

The corners of Osamu Dazai's lips curled into a nasty arc. His originally rosy lips became pale due to excessive blood loss. He bent his head, and his index finger kept circling the hair on the top of Nakahara Chuya's head. Talk by the pinna.

"But...Chuya, don't worry, I will definitely not tell Mr. Mori that you deliberately came late to get me beaten."

Nakahara Chuya's scalp was numb from the hot air he exhaled sprayed into his ears, he tilted his head in discomfort, he was stunned for a moment to realize what Osamu Dazai said, and immediately yelled angrily, "—Bastard, don't turn your head upside down black and white."

"Is it? It only took half an hour for such a short distance, but that wicked slug took a full 45 minutes."

Osamu Dazai spoke meaningfully, he stopped his back, stretched out three fingers and waved in front of Nakahara Nakaya, his voice suddenly became serious, "Don't tell me there are people who can hold gravity to make them walk?"

"I………"

Being asked such a serious question suddenly, Zhongya Nakahara's tongue seemed to be tied up for a while, obviously he didn't do anything, but he couldn't find a reasonable explanation for himself.

Osamu Dazai was overjoyed, he sighed decently, and patted Chuya Nakahara on the back with his palm comfortingly, "Don't worry, I won't tell Mr. Mori, it's just that I think about my partner so much. , but my partner can't wait for me to be beaten more..."

Nakahara Chuya: My day...

The next step is to return to the port mafia cursing. Zhong Yuanzhong also completed the task well, but he feels even more aggrieved than the failure of the task.

"I see that you seem to have worked under Mr. Mori for many years, but you obviously..." Zhongyuan Zhong also tried to describe it more vividly. These memories are so real that he is afraid, "Do you have more memories?" ?”

"Chuya!" Osamu Dazai called Chuya Nakahara suddenly, he desperately didn't want to continue this topic anymore.

But soon he realized that his reaction was too violent, and said softly, "I don't have any more memories, so don't think too much about it, and don't take it to heart."

"........."

The traces of concealment were too obvious, Dazai Osamu was silent for a long time, his iris-colored pupils seemed to have melted honey in them, and his fingers unconsciously picked at the phone, "Chuya, if we meet again, I want to tell you a secret."

Zhong Yuanzhong also lowered his eyes, full of deep thoughts hidden under his thick eyelashes, he moved his lips expressionlessly, "Okay."