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I don't know when the second suddenly froze. The black-haired leader pursed his lips in distress, and his eyes were half closed, and the inside was also slightly stained with a faint dark color. The arm is getting harder and harder.

Nakahara also sensed Osamu Dazai's firmness from the strength on his wrist. He raised his eyebrows, neither refusing nor agreeing, but his tone sank a lot, "Didn't you smoke too?"

The cigarette was still burning, but no one smoked it, only a faint smoke gradually lingered between them, and then slowly rose until it rose higher and dissipated.

It is also impossible for Zhongyuanzhong to have an attack because of this kind of thing, he would only smoke a few for entertainment when he is in a bad mood or bored, but Dazai Osamu used to smoke more fiercely than him.

Now it's time to teach him a lesson.

The ocher-haired cadre curled the corners of his lips noncommittally, with a calm expression on his face. He reached out and pressed the unsmoked cigarette into the ashtray. He lost the demeanor of a bad boy, and his whole person was much more refreshed.

Osamu Dazai pretended to cover his chest again, as if he had been hurt so much, and frowned in an extremely endearing way, complaining, "Chuya doesn't pay attention to me at all, I haven't smoked for a long time. .”

Although Osamu Dazai performed exaggeratedly, his words were not mixed with water. He is addicted to cigarettes, but he has not smoked for a long time.

Nakahara can always guess from Dazai Osamu's various strange tones whether he is sincere or not, just like the arrogant "suicide maniac" who treated him when they first met in a strict sense. invite.

At that time, this person hid on the rock and said in such a tone that if it was his companions who interceded, they could consider those members who let the sheep go. The key point is that Nakahara really thought carefully and made a decision.

He suddenly remembered that the dead mackerel seemed to have not smoked for a long time, not only since he came here, but also when he was in the port mafia, he vaguely remembered the specific time as if...

Zhong Yuanzhong also pondered in his mind for a moment, trying to figure out the specific time from the details, when suddenly a vague memory popped up in his mind, as if a photo album that had been dusty for a long time had been opened again.

"When will the Central Plains cadres wake up?"

Osamu Dazai stood in front of the hospital bed with his body on his back. His dark long coat seemed to blend with his somewhat gloomy face, and his expressionless cheeks made people dare not look directly at him. Beside him was a doctor from Port Mafia .

The doctor was not intimidated. From his own professional point of view, he said realistically, "Mr. Zhong Yuan was seriously injured this time, tomorrow morning at the latest, so he should be sent to the hospital earlier next time."

The last sentence was for Osamu Dazai. Only Osamu Dazai’s human disqualification can remove the filth of Chuya Chuya. This is not a secret among the doctors at the mafia at the port.

The doctor left the ward, and the room became quiet, except for the sound of some equipment monitoring the patient's physical signs. Osamu Dazai glanced at the red-haired cadre with his eyes closed on the bed, and walked slowly to the window.

The date for his wish to be fulfilled is getting closer and closer, and the plan he made step by step is being implemented in an orderly manner, and all the possibilities that hinder him are completely destroyed...

Nakahara also opened his eyes with no focus, and through the hazy moonlight outside the window, he vaguely saw Dazai Osamu's side face with a cigarette butt in his mouth.

He probably wasn't awake at the time, but he reflexively wanted to open his eyes with a slight sense of consciousness, breathing shallowly, and the sound of his breath sounded much weaker than usual.

The distance is not very close, and Nakahara can only smell the nicotine exhaled from Dazai Osamu's mouth and nose, and some of it floats to the side of the hospital bed. This is not a pungent smell to people familiar with it, and it can even refreshing.

The young leader looked into the distance, his back was turned, and his expression could not be seen clearly, but from the demeanor around him, it could be inferred that he was not so calm, at least the cigarette held between his fingers was about to burn out.

Zhong Yuanzhong also coughed a few times in a muffled voice. Although the smell was not unpleasant to him and it was very shallow, it still had some influence on him at this time.

He hasn't escaped from the aftereffects of the sore body, it seems that he just cleared up for a moment, and he is still annoyed at how he behaved so weakly, and coughed a few more times in a hurry.

The voice was actually quite weak. After all, the master was seriously injured, but he still pulled Osamu Dazai out of his contemplation.

He saw the little slug who used to be very energetic, lying on the hospital bed with a pale complexion, the lips that had some color turned into a white color similar to the cheeks, and there were a few scratches on the side of the face.

This wasn't the first time he saw Nakahara Chuya's appearance after using "dirty", but it felt more violent than before.

There is a certain pressure on the internal organs... that must include the lungs. Osamu Dazai has never personally experienced the sequelae of filth, but a person who can endure as little slug is tortured every time, so if it is him, it may be true. I can't bear a moment.

Osamu Dazai thought, maybe his plan is coming to the final stage, maybe the little slug can no longer control his ability after he left, and he felt a little guilty about it...

Nakahara also remembered that Osamu Dazai seemed to have extinguished the cigarette, and just two steps away, the doctor ran in to see what was going on because of the abnormal number on the instrument.

Then, the leader of the port mafia, who made people tremble from the bottom of his heart, held some cigarette butts in his hand, and was caught by the doctor on the spot.

The doctor pointed to the slogan "No Smoking" on the wall, trying to keep his tone calm, he laughed angrily, "Boss, if you don't want Mr. Zhongyuan to wake up early, you don't have to send him here."

Any doctor will be angry when he sees his patient lying on the hospital bed, and someone smokes in the room to "persecute" him.

Next is a series of science popularization about smoking and second-hand smoke harmful to health. It may be to make the effect better. The doctor exaggerated the severity of Nakahara Zhongya’s injury. You can’t smell the smoke until the wound is completely healed, otherwise there will be in the future. big impact.

Although he knew it was not as exaggerated as he said, Osamu Dazai still paid attention to it. He thought for a long time in the office with his chin propped up, and then threw the cigarette case and lighter into the trash can.

What the doctor said has some truth. The future leader of Port Mafia should be healthy and healthy.

Zhong Yuanzhong also remembered that it seemed that after he woke up that time, the dead mackerel stopped smoking. What's more strange is that the subordinates who came into contact with him did not smell of smoke. He was puzzled for a while. , and left it behind.

Osamu Dazai has been looking closely at Chuya Nakahara, and he has noticed that the officer Zhefa has completely retrieved this memory. Although he probably did it out of guilt before, a great opportunity is in front of him. It's no wonder you don't use it!

He nodded with emotion, holding his chin with both hands, exuding a warm breath all over his body, and said in a lingering tone, "It's not good for your health, I hope some kind of simple-minded little slug can live a long life~"

"........."

Zhong Yuanzhong also curled up his fingers, with an unnatural expression on his face, he cleared his throat in a concealed manner, his ears were slightly red, "If you don't smoke, you don't smoke, don't say it so disgusting!"

Then Kudo Shinichi walked in bravely in this atmosphere that made him feel uncomfortable all over, this familiar, sour smell of love that made him feel toothache from the bottom of his heart!

This room is so big and empty, it cannot accommodate an outsider named Kudo Shinichi.

Zhongyuan Zhong also straightened his body and said in a low voice, "It's quite timely."

"The people on my side have already communicated with the police, and we are waiting for your news." Kudo Shinichi kept a straight face and used the case to attract everyone's attention. He looked at the two people on the sofa questioningly, "You guys Here..."

"They just want to deceive people and find a scapegoat. This scapegoat should not be too ordinary, but must have certain strength and status, and it should be a group that the police will not notice." Osamu Dazai said so many words suddenly, he looked at Chuya Nakahara, "Students are undoubtedly candidates who meet the above conditions."

"There are many people who meet such conditions, but as the cousin of Keigo Atobe who suddenly appeared, your identity and background cannot withstand scrutiny, so it is very appropriate to take the blame."

There was a bit of banter in the black-haired leader's words, as if he had become the inevitable scapegoat. He sneered, and a terrifying aura emerged from his body.

"They're thinking quite well." Zhong Yuanzhong also paused for a moment and then said, with a somewhat harsh tone, "This will be the worst decision he's ever made."

At this moment, the ochre-haired boy became the powerful gravitational force that frightened the enemy at the port mafia. His ice-blue eyes were full of fighting intent, and his brows were covered with snow.

Kudo Shinichi frowned and listened to Dazai Osamu's analysis, and he had to admit that such a guess was reasonable, that's why Gin and other talents "trusted" the cooperative relationship with Nakahara Chuya so easily.

I didn't come here with a cooperative attitude. How can someone who plots against others trust the person being plotted too much? Combined with the news I just received...

"So they agreed to meet with you. On the surface, they asked you to help transport the medicine, but in fact they wanted to put the blame on Mr. Zhongyuan."

Osamu Dazai gave him an appreciative look. This was a cooperation matter that had just been discussed with Gin. They said that to join the trial of the dark organization, the batch of precious medicines must be sent to the designated person.

Osamu Dazai thought that they might have been stolen by the police just after receiving the medicine and before they had time to get in the first car.

Kudo Shinichi was silent for a moment, and then inevitably misunderstood, "Nakahara-kun is really a good person." He didn't tell him these things originally, and letting him know would only make it more troublesome.