[Bungo Stray Dogs] Crush

face mask.

"I don't think Zhong will disclose this kind of thing. No matter what Mr. Sen came to say, it is your private matter."

There is always an invisible but distinct line between them. He used to think that it was the best to maintain a constant distance, but now it seems that it is not the same thing.

Chuya grabbed his collar, and Dazai's whole body seemed to be pulled away by force, and half of his body lay on the Zhuofutai.

Even if he doesn't use supernatural powers, Zhong is also the mafia's leading physical master.

"It seems that even if you become the 'King', you never let go of yourself. What are you planning to do with this?" Dazai looked at him with a smile. "Are you going to beat me up?"

He is like a monster who can read people's hearts.

Chuya let go of his hands, the instant noodles would get cold and swell if he didn't continue to eat them.

Dazai was still lying on the table, only a finger away from the face of the person who had been eating dinner, he could clearly see everything on the other person's face, the clenching of muscles, and the emotional changes in his eyes.

"Chuya still hasn't changed at all. It seems to have started from the height of 15 years old." As if he was tired of playing with toys, Dazai laid his whole body on the table.

The face was pressed against the table, and because of the squeeze, it completely turned into a strange expression.

"Dazai, you are not a mafia now, are you?"

Zhong also scooped up all the noodles and finished the noodle soup. He put down his chopsticks and wiped the corners of his mouth with a handkerchief.

Dazai raised his head and looked at the man in front of him with idiot eyes. "Chuya, you may not know, but I blew up your..."

Before he could finish speaking, the collar was pulled, and the cross tie strangled his neck fiercely. Dazai felt a bit of pain, and immediately met a pair of ferocious beast-like eyes. "Since you are not a mafia, then I don't need to treat you the same way as before."

"..."

what.

coming.

When he met these eyes, he knew that a foreign object named Nakahara Chuya was about to break in.

Although the other party looks a bit rebellious, he unexpectedly abides by all kinds of rules. He even has to chew a bite of food many times. He also obeys traffic laws when driving. He doesn't mind even seeing people in trouble on the road. help.

He is obviously a mafia, but he has a good character, which can be called excellent.

Sometimes he can't help wondering, as a desolate bully, living in a harsh environment like a sheep, and coming to a world full of bloody and cruel mafia, why this person can still maintain such a character.

Desperate, cruel, and cruel, they all seem to be insulated from each other. What is it that maintains a human-like existence in this flesh/inner body?

A smile appeared on Dazai's face, almost crazy.

"Chuya, I don't understand, I don't understand."

The person in front of him seemed to be wrapped in mist, even though he could control his character and play with him in his hands, he still couldn't figure it out.

"Chuya, what the hell are you?"

It was a voice that seemed to be wrapped in sobs, and one couldn't help feeling pity. Behind the smiling face mask was the emotion of the clown himself.

When the thoughts were chaotic, the memories that were pressed at the bottom began to surge up, and the memories full of gunpowder smoke and death rolled up again, like hot water boiling in a cauldron, over and over again.

The world is nothingness, and this layer of nothingness makes him feel fear and despair. Why is he in this place, and why does he lose it after gaining it? Or is the world just like this.

I am on the side of saving people, and what has become of me who is on the side of saving people.

He knew that the reason why this person fell in front of him was that the hand holding his clothes at this moment was planning to hold him who was really falling.

Gained and lost.

If you lose it, it's not as good as before you didn't get it. Even though the distance exists, everything is still alive.

Dazai lowered his head, and the fluffy and soft hair fell on Chuya's wrist. The slender wrist possessed superhuman strength. He could still remember the evaluation of that person when they faced the enemy together for the first time, as a human being. Zhong has also obtained a different type of strength from Huangbatu.

Just as a human being, there is no doubt that he can become the strongest existence.

Dazai felt his body tremble, not because of fear, but because of excitement.

"Are you going to cross the line? Chuya." He asked in a low voice.

Nakaya let go of his hand, and he sat down again. "Dazai, I'm not your friend, and the partner is just arranged by Mr. Mori." He lit a cigarette and put it to his mouth. "We can't be any other kind of relationship, but there is a connection between us that transcends everything. You can feel it. Even if you refuse this time, I will not back away half a step."

"Heh." Dazai retracted his body. "Is that pity? Is it pity for people as a god? It's really a high-level statement. Don't you think you are too selfish?" He raised his head and watched with gentle water-like eyes. he.

The smell of nicotine relieved Chuya's irritability, he knocked off the ashes from the cigarette in the cup noodle box, and put it in his mouth again. "Are you talking about yourself? Dazai."

"I……"

The words seemed to be firmly stuck in his throat by some foreign object, and he looked at the person in front of him in disbelief, as if he was looking at another person he had never seen before.

"Dazai, I don't know what to do to pull you up, maybe it's not me who can pull you up, or maybe it's not caused by my wish to come here."

Dazai swallowed his saliva. "Then why are you still here?"

Chuya turned his head and smiled at him, white smoke drifted between them, Dazai couldn't tell whether he was smiling at himself or making other expressions.

I only heard a question in my ear, which exploded like thunder.

"I'm paying back the favors I owe."

"A man named Sakunosuke Oda wrote a book for his friend, don't you want to read it?" The soot slowly fell on the table. "I think, dead, you who are no longer a mafia will like that book."

People are born to redeem themselves, no matter how much others empathize with you, it can only be a small force for you.

Because you are the one who lives, and you are the one who wants to continue to live, and you are still the one who is playing games with life and the world. It will only be you who is sad today and happy tomorrow.

Zhong also bit his cigarette butt. "And I need you to live, too."

Even though Yokohama is a place outside the law, the sky is still so blue that people can't help but cry, and the people who are looking at this beautiful sky.

Even if you are in the mud, even if you are burdened with a difficult life, even if you are stuck in the mud, you are still grateful for the sunshine today and looking forward to the arrival of tomorrow for the city and the sky.

Isn't it precisely the presence of such human beings that makes the world, Yokohama more or less lovely?

And you, aren't you also one of these human beings?

BOSS

Friend, he lost each other

"The incident where the strange person appeared has been resolved. This is the report."

"Uh, good."

Kunikida took it habitually, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw a man in a black suit, as if he was walking in his own courtyard, he walked to the window behind the president's seat with relaxed and comfortable steps.

He skillfully drew out the cigarette, lit it, and the white smoke from his mouth quickly covered that bright face with a thin layer, something that seemed impossible to pierce.

The ordinary clerks around kept their mouths shut in trepidation, and even the joking words that they usually spared on weekdays have begun to drop sharply in recent days.

Only one daring lady here dares to approach, though.

Naomi, the younger sister of Junichiro Tanizaki, who is a little timid, heard that she was praised for her coffee craftsmanship with sincere words, so she gave this dangerous person an evaluation no less than that of a real member in her heart.

If they didn't all know the other party's identity, the clerks would probably be attracted and convinced by the other party's overly gentlemanly and polite attitude.

Such a situation has already appeared in the nostalgic coffee shop called 'Vortex' downstairs.

Kunikida sighed inwardly, opened the report in his hand, just started to investigate the suspicious people nearby, because there seemed to be stalkers targeting women recently.

He quickly flipped through the report, and the vigorous and powerful fonts on it all showed the character of the writer to himself.

It's just that I didn't expect that the last follower was involved in a human trafficking case, and the speed of processing only took half a day, and the prisoner was turned over to the military and police.

The case was solved perfectly, and no other accidental losses were caused, and even the reimbursement was only cheap cigarettes.

He checked the financial side again, and the entrustment fee had already arrived. It seemed that there were many victims of extraordinary backgrounds among the trafficked people.

There are not only entrusting fees, but also some similar thank you fees. The amount of calls together has far exceeded the entrusting fee by an unknown number of times.

Kunikida put down the report, his mood became complicated for a while, and he couldn't help but sigh in his heart, could this be the strength of the port mafia?

He originally thought that the mafia was as rough as the vicious dog Akutagawa Ryunosuke, and he couldn't listen to people's words, let alone a cadre whose status was even higher than that of the vicious dog.

It is simply better than what their members have done