A young girl dreams of a wild god

Blood-stained gloves are uncomfortable to wear, and the layer of blood oxidizes and coagulates in the air, which can easily make people feel disgusted.Zhong Yuanzhong also clicked his tongue, took off the glove casually, and threw it into the hands of his subordinates.

His left hand flicked in the sunlight, and the ring on his ring finger shone because of it, and then with the disappearance of the light, he covered his own brilliance again.

"Throw it away."

"Yes!"

Seeing the cadres take the elevator and leave, the two Portmafia members who stood straight were relieved in unison.

Although the Central Plains cadres are very nice...but every time he comes out of the basement, his expression is terribly gloomy.

"...Who is that person in the private interrogation room?" The tall man who was newly assigned to the interrogation room's guard post asked his senior in a low voice.

The shorter man glanced at him and warned him coldly: "It is said that he is the deputy of a small organization in Kumamoto Prefecture, who offended the Central Plains cadres more than half a year ago, and has been locked up here since then. You But be careful, don't let that person run away, or kill himself by biting his tongue."

"I understand, but this man is really strong... I remember Murata told me that there was a woman named Sancun who was arrested with him? That woman died within a month after coming in?"

"Well, she committed suicide by biting her tongue. When she was found, the blood in her throat was congealed." The short man chuckled, "I suffocated to death because of my own blood, she deserved it."

"If you messed with the cadres, you should be lucky to die so easily!"

"Maybe."

The raised elevator cut off all the sounds from the outside, and Nakahara naturally didn't know what the two subordinates were discussing.He didn't care about such trivial matters, and he never tried to cover up that he locked his enemy in the interrogation room as a human sandbag, beat him half to death every now and then, and then cured him.

After leaving his own building, Zhongyuan Zhong also walked towards the middle one without stopping.Of course the guards guarding the gate knew his face, and they bowed together to salute the red-haired man.

"You've worked hard, Central Plains cadres!"

"You too, worked hard."

Stepping on the marble floor, Zhongyuan Zhongya walked straight to the elevator.It descended from the third floor and opened slowly in front of the man.

At this time, a tall man was standing in the elevator. He was wearing a sand-colored windbreaker, and the collar was decorated with blue-green gemstones.The old-fashioned black sunglasses covered half of the opponent's face, but they couldn't cover his damn fluffy hair that made people feel so familiar.

"Yeah, in—"

Before he finished speaking, Zhong Yuan Zhong also rushed into the elevator.He raised his leg high and kicked the old acquaintance aggressively.The man sneered, leaned his back against the elevator wall nonchalantly, bent his legs and ducked low.

The elevator door closed behind Zhongyuan Zhongye, and climbed up according to the set floor.

"You're so impatient, Chuya. If you let the elevator crash, will it be on the news tomorrow?"

"I'll just kick your brains out before it hits the news, how about that? Use your brains for New Year's decorations, Dazai."

With harsh words in his mouth, Nakahara Chuya retracted his legs.He glanced at the smiling Dazai Osamu and asked.

"Tell me, why did the leader allow you to enter Portmafia."

"Hey, what a surprise...Chuya can use his brain? Couldn't Mr. Mori have a whim and wanted to catch up with me?"

"Okay, I should have known that you wouldn't have nice words out of your mouth." Nakahara Zhongya said.

The ocher-haired man casually grabbed Osamu Dazai's hair, forcing him to look directly at him, "Anyway, if you have any bad intentions, I will be responsible for sending you on the road for free."

Osamu Dazai laughed, and said in an erratic voice, "By the way, Chuya... when will you return the snow to me?"

"What..." Zhong Yuanzhong also widened his eyes, subconsciously glanced at the ring on his left hand.

"Why do I know that my sister is still alive? Hey, do you think I am you?"

Osamu Dazai said in a tone without the slightest smile.

"Why did the barbarian suddenly go berserk? Why did the traces of [dirty] appear on Yuki's body. Why did you, who left Yokohama to suppress the riots in the west, change your prudent style half a month ago and suddenly change to the iron-blooded means to speed up? process."

"Are you spying on me?"

"How can you call it surveillance? I'm just watching you."

"Because you have to live well until Xue returns to my side, do you understand, as a remote protection measure, Chuya-kun."

Osamu Dazai's pupils behind the sunglasses were almost dripping with black water. His gaze was so crazy, it was even more frightening than when he was a teenager.

— Lost and gained, gained and lost.

——This man is a lunatic, a lunatic who is calm and rational to the extreme.

"Hey, Chuya, what did you feel half a month ago?"

Under Dazai Osamu's gaze, Nakahara Chuya let go of his hand silently.The moment the brown-haired man turned around, the elevator door just happened to open.

"It's a pity that we don't talk anymore." Osamu Dazai said.

Zhong Yuanzhong also snorted coldly, "I'm not interested in talking to a lunatic, let alone you."

The two came to Mori Ogai's office door one after the other. As the door opened, the man sitting on the leather sofa by the window had a very distinct sense of presence.

His hair was black, extremely romantic, and curled like waves.On top of this, the rabbit wool earmuffs that the man was wearing looked extraordinarily weird.He was wearing a thick overcoat and a thick scarf around his neck, and even so, his figure looked very thin.

This is a face that Osamu Dazai and Nakahara will never forget. It belongs to the French spies with supernatural powers - Arthur Rimbaud.

Even Osamu Dazai couldn't help but widen his eyes, and the iris-colored pupils were full of shock.

"Long time no see, Dazai-kun...Although I want to reminisce about the past, it seems that the current guests are more important." Mori Ogai, who was sitting on another sofa, smiled at the two young people at the door.

"Come on, this is an 'old' friend you know too."

On the word 'old', Mori Ogai deliberately used the accent.

"...Are you still alive?"

Hearing Nakahara Chuya's question, this handsome and melancholy man turned his head.He looked at the red-haired young man with somewhat complicated and indifferent eyes, and looked at the Rage God who descended because of him.

"No, I'm already dead." Lan Tang said in an affirmative tone, "The body was exposed to the public for seven days and then buried in the ground. My bones are probably still in that tomb. If you want to confirm, you can dig it up at any time." come out."

Mori Ogai made a headache gesture: "What a terrible speech... Can I understand that Rantang-kun hates portmafia?"

Lan Tang rubbed his cold and numb fingers, "I have no resentment, and I don't care how my body is treated. Ah... Even under the sun, it's so cold."

Seeing such a dead man sitting there is like stepping back in time for others.But the other three people present knew that this was just an illusion.

"Come and sit down, Rantang-kun didn't come here to quarrel today." Mori Ogai said with a smile, "Originally I was the only one who could decide these trivial matters, but as related parties, Chuya-kun and Dazai-kun, no matter what We should listen to it together."

Osamu Dazai put his hands in his pockets indifferently, and sat down on the single sofa opposite Lantang carelessly. "Anyway, Mr. Mori is just trying to test and use me."

He seemed to have seen through something, and didn't even use [Disqualification in the World] for meaningless confirmation.

The four small sofas by the window are arranged in the shape of four-leaf clover. Currently Mori Ogai is sitting facing the gate, with Dazai Osamu and Rando on his left and right sides.This led to... If Zhongyuan Zhong wanted to sit down, he had to be next to Lantang.

His mood was so complicated that he didn't even know what to say.

Lan Tang's eyes stopped on Nakahara Nakaya, and his gaze crossed the other's cobalt blue pupils, and there was some sighing emotion in his eyes.

"This time, I'm just acting on behalf of my colleagues who are exhausted. The gods I'm waiting for will descend on Yokohama...I want to prepare for it as soon as possible." Lantang said.

"Land, money, a comfortable life, there are too many things that are needed."

"Because of these, Mr. Lantang will appear in Portmafia?"

"These are things at your fingertips. I'm just here today to give a warning. Please don't disturb her and add any haze to her eyes, Mr. Mori Ogai. After all, I still lack a corpse in my supernatural power."

A powerful superhuman from France announced so.

"I'm just a wandering soul who lost my hometown. After my death, my soul can only float on the land of Yokohama... It was really a cold day."

His body escaped the cold winter, but his soul was shrouded in ice.

"The shadow of the god sighed at my fate, and brought me out of the cold... I will pay you back."

In Lan Tang's words that seemed to be reciting poetry, Zhong Yuanzhong had already unconsciously leaned forward.His palm on the armrest of the sofa tightened suddenly, crushing the solid wooden frame.

"Is that what you said?!"

"Inari Daimyojin, right?" Osamu Dazai, who was leaning on the sofa, intertwined his fingers and showed a perfect smile, but there was a sticky gleam in his eyes.

"The one who turns the dead into gods, drags the dead out of the hell of pain, but cannot escape the fate of death—my sister, Yuki Tsushima."

"I'm right, Mr. Black Fox."

Lan Tang's eyes widened in a daze, seven years had passed, and the 15-year-old boy who talked to him was still the same as before.

"Ah...you're right. I'm not the Arthur Rimbaud I used to be. What's sitting here is just a black beast."

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The author has something to say:

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I advanced the timeline of Chuya's return by about half a month, so unfortunately, it was not Dazai who was beaten, but the rotten person who killed Yukie

Because Rimbaud's mother appeared a little less in the original book, this article is definitely about me. Rimbaud (Gao Liang) is a kind and kind father at home, and he spoils his two children to the bottom line (Mama)

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感谢在2021-01-1215:51:11~2021-01-1317:54:07期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who cast mines: Ruoyan Shishishao and Bai Yusensen one;

感谢灌溉营养液的小天使：冥50瓶；天上紅緋18瓶；若颜十一少11瓶；x_xlll5瓶；咖啡猫3瓶；紫梦2瓶；白雨森森1瓶；

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!