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Zhong Yuan Zhong also unceremoniously punched Huang Jie on the head: "Speak well, idiot!"

Nakahara Nakaya withdrew his hand, stood up and held his coat with one hand, and stared at Osamu Dazai. I don't know what consensus the two of them had reached in their gaze, Nakahara Nakaya clicked his tongue, and waved to Arasuke: "Let's go!"

Zhongyuan Zhongya left the coffee shop straight away and went to the task site to deal with the work. When it was about to end, Zhongyuan Zhongye found a slightly clean wall and leaned against it, lit a cigarette and began to lose his mind.

To be honest, I was really surprised when I first met the person who claimed to be "myself in a parallel world", and I almost believed it.

but……

Different.

Although the face is exactly the same, and the general personality is also similar, but no matter what, he can't hide the fact that he is not "Nakahara Chuya".

Zhong Yuanzhong also recalled the previous conversation with that person. He has a very good memory and can perfectly restore every moment just now in his mind.If I didn't know myself well enough, I wouldn't have discovered it so quickly. The young man who called himself "Central Plains Zhongye" would give corresponding answers and show corresponding emotions when talking about specific events. Those emotions were like being forced As if he had been instilled in life, Zhongyuanzhong should have what kind of emotions and what kind of reaction he would react, as if a program had been implanted in his brain, but other times he was as jerky and indifferent as a child who had just entered the world.

Almost naively cruel.

Zhong Yuanzhong also smacked his lips, took a deep puff of the cigarette and flicked the ash, feeling a little headache and wondering what to do next.Can't let the boss know... at least, he can't let the boss know that he is not "Central Plains Chuya".

Ahhh, enough trouble.

If it is really what he thinks, he must not let others know.

Zhongyuan Zhong also rubbed his hair irritably. He still doesn't know what happened to cause his current appearance. Heroic spirits sound unreliable at all. The only thing that is certain is that he can't be exposed to the bright On the surface, some people can't see that there are two "Central Plains Zhongye", and they are too busy now for unnecessary trouble.

The Huangba in his body was agitated with some unease, and even his mood was not very good, Zhongyuan Zhong also bit his cheek, looked up at the subordinate who was walking towards him: "Is it over?"

The subordinate bowed his head respectfully, holding a small knife in his hand, the knife was still stained with blood, "Yes, the interrogation is over, do you want to keep alive?"

"Just kill him, the betrayer doesn't need to worry so much. No," Nakahara Chuya suddenly changed his words, "I'll do it, give me the knife."

"Yes." The subordinate threw away the bloody knife in his hand, took out a clean knife from his pocket and handed it over, "Here you are."

Zhongyuan Zhong also reached out to take the knife, threw away the smoke, turned around and walked into the alley, his black windbreaker was raised, he looked at the betrayer on the ground, stabbed down and thought casually,

Rather than saying that identical people are attracted to each other, it's better to say...the almost instinctive care and protection of the cubs from the elders?

Zhong Yuanzhong also thought of the "Mom" accidentally, and his face turned black.

There was a scream in the alley and then it returned to calm. There were a few rustling sounds. After the sun rose the next day, it was a playground for children to hide and seek again.

Seeing the back of Chuya Nakahara leaving, Arasuke set his sights on Osamu Dazai.

"So, what on earth are you guys going to say? You've been moaning for so long, you're so idle!" Arasuke asked with some impatience as Osamu Dazai happily ordered the third cup of coffee, and asked viciously.

Osamu Dazai smiled at him and asked, "Chuya, can you answer that question again?"

"What's the question?" Rakusuke frowned and asked back, looking extremely puzzled.

Osamu Dazai tilted his head and stared at Arasuke. After some time, he got up and waved his hand at Arasuke: "Forget it, I know that the little slug has a small brain. You, I drank too much coffee, I'll go to the toilet first, please don't run around~"

"Go to hell." Rakusuke rolled his eyes.

Osamu Dazai shrugged, walked towards the toilet, turned a corner at an angle that Arsuke could not see, and entered a small cubicle seemingly skillfully, humming a song, took out his mobile phone and tapped the keyboard, the corner of his mouth hooked Smiling, his brows and eyes are hidden in the shadows and can't be seen clearly.

Arasuke watched Dazai leave, relaxed his back and leaned against the pillow, lowered his head and slightly rolled up his gloves, the traces of black markings hidden under the gloves and sleeves appeared in front of his eyes, Arasuke hummed softly.

Hey, I've been ready from the beginning, and it's finally time~

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The last chapter was intentional, but it really looks like a male mother (Arasuke whispers)

Starting today, wash your heart and make pigeon noodles again, and try to see if you can make daily changes

It should be ok?

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感谢在2020-10-0700:07:10~2020-10-0722:51:33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 irrigate the nutrient solution: 10 bottles of Youquan; 3 bottles of Zuiying Shangli;

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