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Nagito Komaeda was awake, and when Osamu Dazai stepped into the ward, he was asking the medical staff to let him get out of bed, saying that he was not that fragile, but the other party refused him righteously.

His eyes lit up when he saw Osamu Dazai, and he stretched out his hand to Dazai, motioning for him to help him up.Osamu Dazai nodded to the conscientious medical staff, who took a look at Komaeda Nagito and left.

Dazai Zhi Shi Shiran sat beside the hospital bed, helped him up and said with a smile, "You really deserve to be the character of Mafia Glass Man in the port. It's been so many days, and you still can't get out of bed."

"Nonsense, I'm already healed, it's just that they don't allow it." Komaeda Nagito had several bandages wrapped around his head, and all the scars on his face had been bandaged up, and he looked like Osamu Dazai, a bandage-wasting device. about there.

Even if he didn't ask, Osamu Dazai knew why he was in such a hurry to recover. He comforted him, "Chuya Nakahara was sent by Mr. Mori to rebuild the port of Mafia. Even if you go out now, you won't be able to see him."

As expected, Komaeda Nagito frowned deeply.

Osamu Dazai: "But he told me and Mr. Mori what he saw in the future, and I can tell you."

Komaeda Nagito gave him a suspicious look: "What bad idea are you thinking?"

Just like how Osamu Dazai knew Nagito Komaeda, Nagito Komaeda would not give way if he knew Osamu Dazai.

Osamu Dazai laughed until his eyes disappeared: "I didn't think of anything bad, do you really want to know the news of the future?"

"……think."

He just pinched his itchy spot precisely, knowing that he must know, otherwise he, who is so afraid of pain, would not be able to make a fuss about being discharged from the hospital before his injury recovered. How could such a big sacrifice be possible because of Osamu Dazai flinched from his bad idea.

Komaeda Nagito unconsciously tugged at the snow-white quilt on the bed with his fingers, fixed his eyes on Osamu Dazai, and said solemnly: "You tell me."

Osamu Dazai's smile gradually faded, and it was not easy for him to repeat the experience full of despair and numbness.

As Dazai Osamu spoke slowly, Komaeda Nagito's expression gradually changed, tears appeared in the corners of his eyes, his face was originally pale due to blood loss, but now it was astonishingly pale, to the point where even Dazai Osamu was shocked.His thin body trembled violently, as if he was under an invisible huge pressure, the wound on his forehead burst open, and the bandage was stained red.

Osamu Dazai stopped hesitantly.

Komaeda Nagito didn't care about him, completely immersed in his own world, and laughed loudly: "Despair, really despair! Such a future! Such a future has no meaning of existence!"

Osamu Dazai saw that tears were seeping out of the corners of his eyes, and even Osamu Dazai was speechless under the impact of such genuine emotion.

"No, absolutely not!"

"As a stepping stone of hope, such a future cannot be allowed to happen! Even if you sacrifice yourself, you cannot let despair become the mainstream of the world."

Dazai Osamu looked at the excited Komaeda Nagito, and hesitantly remembered that the patient should not be too emotional, so he moved closer to him, then stretched out his hand, and pressed on the back of Komaeda Nagito's bulging veins.

Komaeda Nagito slapped him with a backhand, and he grabbed Dazai Osamu's hand in an anticlimactic manner, and said earnestly, "Dazai must have something on his mind? Please tell me."

"..." Although he did have some ideas, Komaeda Nagito's attitude still made him a little subtle. Dazai Zhiji was born from the guts, and poked his finger straight into the wound on his forehead, watching him whisper in pain, and finally Put your hands down contentedly.

Osamu Dazai pretended to be stupid and didn't answer, and Nagito Komaeda didn't care either. He was used to him for a long time, so he simply changed the subject: "My lord, when will I be discharged from the hospital?"

In Komaeda Nagito's view, the urgent future is imminent, and he should not continue to waste his life in the medical department, wanting to do something big urgently.

And to be honest, Osamu Dazai's care is much more comfortable than these timid medical staff, and Dazai is good-looking and seductive. ——It may be that Osamu Dazai likes to pursue death all the year round, so he accidentally acquired a good ability to take care of himself, which is the kind that can make patients feel extremely comfortable.

Of course, the premise is that Osamu Dazai has the patience to take care of people, and don't pull people to commit suicide on a whim-don't doubt, this is entirely possible.

Osamu Dazai blinked, looked over with his eye that was not covered by bandages, and said mysteriously: "Komaeda's body hasn't recovered yet, so he can't be discharged from the hospital."

Komaeda Nagito squeezed his fingers playfully, followed his example, blinked his eyes, and asked with a smile, "How long do you think it will take for this medical department to be destroyed if I continue to stay here?"

"...Wow, what a scary statement, Komaeda, it's a threat, right?"

"No, I'm just asking for your opinion."

Osamu Dazai supported his chin with one hand, and said very cooperatively: "Since you say that, there is nothing you can do. I was coerced by you to do bad things." He pretended to face the surveillance camera of the ward, saying "sorry" type.

Komaeda Nagito and him smiled tacitly: "Take me away, Dazai."

"Wow, don't say it so disgusting!"

The two kept bickering, but their movements were in tacit understanding. After searching for the bandages that should belong to Komaeda Nagito, Dazai Osamu pulled Komaeda Nagito up from the bed, and then opened the window beside him. At this time, Dazai Osamu I am sincerely glad that the Mafia building in the port was bombed. Now this temporary stronghold is only on the second floor, which is very friendly for those who want to escape.

Osamu Dazai glanced at him, and then jumped down first. The pressure on the two floors was not too great for Osamu Dazai. After standing still, he waved to Nagito Komaeda. On a confident look.

The result is that one counts as one, and the super confident one is used as a backrest, (forced) to roll around in the garden with Komaeda Nagito, covered in mud, and spit out blood.

Osamu Dazai said helplessly: "If I had known this, I would have danced with you in my arms." He complained, "Otherwise, I wouldn't be in such a mess."

Nagito Komaeda walked beside Dazai Osamu with a weak body and a strong will, and a gust of wind brought him a cough: "Thank you, I don't want to have a next time at all."

He muttered something, Osamu Dazai moved his ears, moved closer to him imperceptibly, held his breath and heard what he said: "What's the matter, didn't Dazai often commit suicide by jumping off buildings."

Osamu Dazai: "..." I am skilled in jumping off buildings!This time the car overturned because I brought you!I always feel that I have been overly connoted!

……

Port Mafia was demolished, and it took a long time to rebuild, but fortunately, the important backbone of Port Mafia did not encounter any accidents, except Komaeda Nagito.

In addition to rebuilding the port of Mafia, Mori Ogai also has to resist the attack of enemy organizations.

All in all, this calculation is completely worth the candle.

Mori Ogai grabbed the wool of the Mafia employee at the port. Although he knew in his heart that Komaeda Nagito was responsible, he really didn't dare to do anything to the unknown "lucky". time to grasp.

Therefore, it was acquiesced that Osamu Dazai took Komaeda Nagito away, and this time mainly seized Chuya Nakahara and ran (forced) away (killed).Who made it clear that this time was a disaster caused by the loss of control of the Central Plains.

Alas, I am so happy to have a subordinate like Nakahara Chuya.

The other cadres were completely exhausted, so it was rare to ignore Dazai Osamu and Komaeda Nagito's blatant fishing, and Nakahara wanted to catch them to work, but he had more things to do and had no extra energy at all. Going to catch the slippery mackerel, dragging it around, and two months passed.

In the past two months, the new Mafia building in the port has been rebuilt little by little. Osamu Dazai takes a business trip from time to time and travels at public expense.Komaeda Nagito, for the sake of future hope, got hold of some information, communicated with Osamu Dazai in private, and followed him out to meet some friends.

It's hard to say whether they will be lucky or unlucky in the future when they get together.

But for Komaeda Nagito, all his actions are for hope, so what he is doing now is meaningful.

Including calculating with Dazai Osamu his lovely and respectable teacher and boss.

Yes, when Komaeda Nagito asked Dazai Osamu if he wanted to dig a hole for Mori Ogai together, the latter looked at him in surprise and kept facing each other for a long time, as if he finally realized that Komaeda Nagito said After saying something rebellious, he relaxed, leaned back on the chair, and said meaningfully: "You are so cruel, Komaeda, isn't Mafia at the port miserably plotted by you? Mr. Mori has already lost a lot of hair .”

Komaeda Nagito smiled: "That's obviously Chuya Chuya's fault, so it has nothing to do with me."

At that time, they were sitting in the Lupin bar they often went to, with a cup of coffee in front of them. The bitter coffee was stirred with mellow milk, and the atmosphere was comfortable. However, the two people were discussing softly that they would be sunk in the sea if they were found out.

Osamu Dazai drank sweet coffee, squinted his eyes happily: "I would like to hear more about it."

"Mr. Mori's temptation must have been written by you, Dazai. The future is so hopeless, how can you not protect Yokohama well, and put your thoughts on me?"

Osamu Dazai gave a "puchi" smile, and did not deny his previous sentence, but said, "What does Komaeda want to do?"

"How can it be said that it is causing trouble? This is obviously to make Mr. Mori's Yokohama better."

Nagito Komaeda propped his ear with one hand, looked at him sideways, and asked with a smile: "I don't know if Dazai knows someone who can make the entire port Mafia mess up, but who can control it within a certain range. There must be such a person. Bar?"

Osamu Dazai looked at him from the side, squinted his eyes, fell silent for a while, and laughed: "There is a psychic supernatural being locked up in the darkroom of Mafia at the port, Yumeno Hisaku, code-named Q."