[Bungo Stray Dogs] Crush

Such environment, such air, such atmosphere.

As long as he thinks that there are still so many unprocessed tasks on his desktop at this moment, he will become very irritable, and he even wants to pull out the culprit and beat him up.

At this time, the horn of the car sounded in the dark corner, and the familiar license plate and the man standing beside the car showed a weak smile that seemed to fall to the ground at any time with that exhausted face.

Chuya stamped his feet, but he didn't stop for more than half a minute, and he immediately stepped forward.

"This is the first time we've met, Nakaya-kun over there."

He came alone, not alone, there was only one driver in the car, and Alice, who was usually by his side, did not appear, but as a supernatural power, he should appear the moment he was attacked.

At this moment, Ogai Mori, the leader of the port mafia, smiled at him like an ordinary office worker. His coat was still wrinkled, as if he just ran out of work.

How many years have I not seen the other party in such a state? Being able to see the other party alive made Chuya feel some joy and emotion in his heart.

Chuya put his hands on the back of his neck, his head drooped slightly, even though he saw the other party lying in the coffin, he had countless words to say in his heart, but at this moment, none of them could come out of his throat.

This man who has always been aiming for the goal, what can be called an ideal, has characteristics similar to Dazai.

Occasionally, when he was working, he would think that if the previous generation became like the previous generation, he might be able to go on.

Even if the coldness in his eyes made them just the relationship between cadres and leaders, he still liked the ending that everyone around him was alive.

Perhaps this is the ending, the so-called third-rate script.

Chuya put down his hands and raised his head to look over. The other party's smile was still gentle, and most of the time he looked at them as if he was looking at a child.

Even though he knew what was behind the other party's smile, he still respected the former leader.

"It seems that the idiot should be on your side."

Mori Ogai didn't nod or shake his head, he just turned around and leaned against the car, Chuya didn't know where his eyes were looking.

To him, the other party was such an unfathomable person.

"If possible, I also hope that you can take it away as soon as possible, even though there are many things that I am interested in happening to you. But judging by the situation, I think you are needed there. Even if you don't We need Dazai-kun, and we also need Chuya-kun."

The familiar voice spit out slowly, without any doubts, he seemed to have understood everything.

"It's just that the Dazai-kun we saw here is a little different from the Dazai-kun you saw today. If you want to describe it, it's probably just a pure but lonely child, but at the same time has a deep self-loathing psychology." , for this reason I had to inject him with a sedative, but obviously the drug had no effect on him. Even the proximity of me and Chuya made him feel resistant. I can understand why he hates me, but I can't understand Why does he even hate Chu. But when I got on the phone with Dazai-kun today, I realized that he is well aware of his situation and is suffering from it. He wants to end what he thinks is a painful life with a firm will to die. "

"Is he dead already?"

This is the first question Mori Ogai raised, but for Chuya, this is not a question, but a statement of determination.

As long as an uncertain tone is added to a sentence, a question can be formed.

When they talk, they always use such words.

Unlike Dazai, the former former generation is always calm and rational, his body and heart seem to be frozen forever, when he chose this path, something also chose him.

However, the former leader rejected that kind of thing in his heart, so both parties would find it difficult to understand while understanding each other.

Zhong also let out a soft 'um' from his throat. "Thank you for taking care of him during this time, but I can't think of any way to take him out of this world. Even though I know the situation over there is very urgent."

"It seems that you are still confused, Nakaya-kun, are you here as his partner, or—" Mori Ogai looked over, his sharp gaze was like the cold light refracted from a scalpel. "It came as a pity for the human being named 'Dazai Osamu'."

Zhong also exhaled a long mouthful of air. The air was inhaled through the nose, as if it had gone through a cycle in the body. He didn't know what he had spit out. "I don't know if I should pull him up. I know his loneliness, despair, and desire for death. Even if I can't understand his pursuit, I still respect his choice."

Mori Ogai entrusted his body to the fulcrum of the car. "I also asked him why he committed suicide. Before meeting you, Dazai-kun replied, 'Do you think there is some value in human life?', he was trying to persuade himself to do something. When doing things, people who ask themselves whether they are valuable and meaningful are outright pragmatists. And now Dazai is only living for a certain purpose, but in the end there is no doubt that it will end in that way. If I ask you If so, Chuya-kun, what would your answer be?"

You know the answer, so why ask this question.

Zhong also scratched his hair irritably. "There is no reason to live, just like breathing air."

"Yeah, it must be the same for him. The world in his eyes probably doesn't need any reason for him to commit suicide. This is caused by an overly smart brain and no matching emotions. In the final analysis, people are all beasts that are driven by emotions. Whether it is joy, sadness, or despair, they are all emotions. So Dazai-kun is somewhere farther away than our loneliness. In the world, he wants to live because of the beauty of the world, and wants to die in despair because of the ugliness of the world. And if he wants to live, he will try to accommodate this world."

"It's true that it's very far away for us." Zhong also looked at the light from the car, and he sneered. "However, he really has a delicate and sensitive heart."

Mori Ogai moved his body away from the car, stretched out his right hand in his pocket, and opened the door. "I hope you can pick him up as soon as possible. Uh, Mr. Chuya, although it's not very good to say this, you should not stay here for too long."

The car disappeared in the dark, and Nakaya stepped on the street lights and continued walking towards the destination, but it was only a nearby convenience store. Kunikida still had some money left, but it was destined to be used up tonight.

Ah, forgot.

If I had known earlier, I would have borrowed some money just now, or asked him to send his salary for this month here.

Chuya clicked his tongue, picked some food that could suppress his hunger, took another pack of cigarettes, and picked two more apples after deliberation.

On the way back, I took advantage of the gravity to stroll on the deserted streets, exhaling white smoke rings from my mouth, recalling the words of Mr. Mori who came suddenly and disappeared soon.

Although the experience of Dazai here is different from that of that mackerel, the essence is the same. The words of Mr. Mori, who can be called a wise man, are correct on a certain level.

If you catch him yourself, will you be able to go back?

Maybe not.

He quickly denied this idea in his heart, and the content on that page came to his mind again, the wish, his own wish was related to the other party, was it to beat him?

Ok.

I really wanted to beat him up.

"Hey, hey, could it be that it took so long for your short legs?" The annoying voice came again.

Before entering the apartment, I saw a black cylinder making some noise. By the light of a nearby street lamp, it could be seen that it was an oil drum. Only a head on one end of the oil drum could be seen.

"I'm all because... ah..."

Before Dazai finished speaking, he felt something hit his barrel, and then rolled out of the barrel with a gurgle because his limbs were stuck in the barrel

.Immediately, there was the screeching sound of vehicle tires rubbing against each other, and the sound of thud, thump, thump, thud, was also accompanied by that annoying scream.

The barrel, controlled by gravity, rolled back, and Dazai was already dizzy.

When he touched him, the gravity was eliminated directly, and Chuya dragged the man out of the oil drum. He easily picked up the star-eyed man, opened the door of the apartment, and the sound of sirens in the distance gradually approached.

Dazai was thrown on the tatami, and gradually regained consciousness. "Chuya, I just heard the sound of countless angels jumping in my head."

The other party yelled weakly with a tone that seemed to be coquettish.

Slumped on the tatami, it was like a corpse, or even worse than a corpse.

Dazai, who had been treated coldly, jumped up suddenly under a scent that aroused the glutton in his belly, and even though he was hit, he recovered his energy easily.

Zhongya sat in front of the table, enjoying the cup noodles bought in the convenience store with a blank expression.

"Compared to such shabby food, I would rather eat curry, Chuya, let's go to Kunikida-kun for a treat." With such evil words in a hearty voice, this guy is really getting worse.

Zhong also held his own cup of noodles and remained motionless. "I thought you came back because of Mr. Sen."

It was as if there was a problem with the string holding the puppet. The young man who was dancing just now became stiff. After he sat down, the handsome face wore a smile again.