How did the good of order become the confidant of the villain? !

Where did you meet?

That's a really good question.

The first thing that came to mind was a handsome young man in a black windbreaker under the moonlight, with his hands in his pockets casually, and a faint smile like frost hanging on the corner of his mouth.

Immediately afterwards, more pictures flashed in my mind one by one.Crabmeat rice, bugs, handcuffs and iron frame beds, and the last time we met, the figure gradually fell from the roof like a bird, and the corners of the windbreaker fluttered feebly in mid-air.

For a moment, he was a little dazed, his lips moved subconsciously, but he couldn't say anything at all.

Even if it is not alone, it is also Osamu Dazai.In the eyes of the other party, my own reaction was definitely a big problem, and it was almost self-inflicted, but it was too late to cover up now, and in the end, I just turned my shock into a feeling, and let out a soft "ah".

Yu Gongcui put down the coffee, and replied frankly: "I just remembered my old friend for a while. I lost my temper, sorry."

When Osamu Dazai heard this, he responded with a rather obvious smirk.

He obviously wanted to continue asking, but after glancing at Kunikida Doppo across the way, he suddenly changed his mind, swallowed back what he had said, folded his arms, and leaned lazily on the soft back of the sofa.

Seeing this, Yu Gongcui, who hadn't figured out what to say, was also slightly relieved, and delivered the last cup of coffee to the innermost guest.

Coincidentally, this is also a familiar face.

The silver bangs showed an uneven slash, and the unkempt edges barely covered half of his forehead.The boy's eyes were big and clear, his pupils mixed with yellow and purple, and he was looking at this side with a little anxiety and curiosity.He took the coffee in his hand with a somewhat embarrassed expression.

"Ah, thank you, sorry for your trouble!"

——It’s Atsushi Nakajima.

It is not the taciturn and solemn look in memory, the little tiger in front of him still has an innocent look in the subtleties, obviously he has not suffered much beating from society.

Amamiya Tsui smiled and said that you are welcome, and while retracting the tray, she turned to Kunikida Doppo seemingly unintentionally.

"Is this also a member of Mr. Kunikida's company? It's surprising how young he is."

The man sipping coffee vaguely agreed: "The president doesn't really care about this..."

The things to be done have been done, Amamiya Cui put away the tray, looked at Dazai Osamu with interest, and left in a hurry.

This dog man.

Yu Gongcui, who returned to the counter, cursed silently in her heart.

According to what he knew about Osamu Dazai, the matter would definitely not end like this.

When dealing with things that can arouse one's bad interest, it is normal to cling to the bottom line, but this person is so smart that it is outrageous, no matter how hard the hapless seekee tries to hide his little secret, The day of exposure will not be postponed for a few minutes by this effort, at most it will only add a few interesting twists and turns.

...Sometimes Amamiya Tsui wonders, is it because she looks at each other coldly and everything is too clear, so she gets bored easily?

Thinking back to the present, about how to fool Dazai Osamu who not only didn't make a box, but also jumped into an armed detective agency and lived a prosperous life——

Ah, wait a minute.

Yu Gongcui was shocked suddenly, and found a blind spot in her thinking.

"fool"? !

Why did he bother to make up a story to reassure this man so that the latter would look away from him?He didn't come to do bad things!He is not guilty! !

What's more, the leader on his side is unpredictable all day long, and if he doesn't show up, it's enough. Whenever he shows up, he will make troubles and troubles. Yu Gongcui still hasn't understood the logic of his behavior, and he just wants to be bald because of it.

Wouldn't it be easier to understand if there was the relatively approachable (?) Buteizai as a reference?

Just like students will study the real questions of the previous exams over and over again before the college entrance examination!Although there are slight differences in actual combat, the routines are the same!

Suddenly, Amamiya Tsui felt relieved of anger and headache, and was wiping the cup while waiting for the upcoming mock exam... Oh no, it's Osamu Dazai.

Sure enough, within 10 minutes after the three members of the Armed Detective Agency left, the young man in the sand-colored windbreaker returned to the coffee shop alone, humming and bouncing open the door.

Instead of going to the reception area to take a seat, he went straight to the counter, bent over there, and stared at Yu Gongcui without blinking with his hands on his cheeks, like an oversized curious baby.

The latter silently reminded: "...I am working, Mr. Dazai."

Osamu Dazai hadn't responded yet, Amamiya Cui was already shocked by the speech of this familiar social animal.

Why is it that even if the opposite person is not the leader of the port mafia, when facing this face, he will consciously substitute for the 996 subordinates who are squeezed by the unscrupulous boss? ? ?

This is a disease that needs to be cured.

Here Amamiya Tsui made three self-examinations, and Dazai Osamu over there has already opened his mouth with a smile.

"You really know me."

"I can't say..." Yu Gongcui put down the cup with some trouble, and looked at the cafe manager beside him with inquiring eyes.

The latter waved his hand graciously, Quandang brought his lunch break earlier, and tacitly agreed to Yu Gongcui's end of this shift.

He changed his overalls and walked to Osamu Dazai who was waiting against the wall at the door of the store.

"Want to chat?" Yu Gongcui asked, "I'm not familiar with the surrounding area, you may know some secluded places."

Although the young man in the sand-colored windbreaker looks similar to himself in another world, his life experience is different. Whether it is temperament or appearance, there are obvious differences visible to the naked eye.

Light-colored shirts and trousers, the bright but calm color blocks make the tone of the whole person casual and relaxed. The only dark color in the match is a slender bolo tie with round ornaments except for the vest.

The face was not wrapped in a bandage, but was exposed normally, with a healthy light pink in the sun.This little hobby has not been completely abandoned by Dazai Osamu (copy A). There are still layers of white on the faintly visible wrists under the sleeves of the windbreaker, but it is better than the leader Zai who almost wrapped himself up like a mummy. too much.

The young man led him to a park on the corner of the street, which was close to Yokohama Port, where he could overlook the sparkling sea not far away, and several white seabirds were circling back and forth in the sky above.

Following Amamiya Tsui's line of sight, after delivering the horrible speech of "It's really suitable for suicide by drowning", Osamu Dazai sat down on the swing and dangled childishly.

"You've been looking at me. Why, is there something wrong?"

Yu Gongcui shook his head, and looked away from the bow tie on his chest.

"I'm just a little surprised that this style suits you unexpectedly."

"'Accident'... You're so obvious that I don't know what to say."

Osamu Dazai held a sloppy smile, and raised his kite-colored eyes to look at him, "Then, what's the use of members of the Port Mafia using Kunikida to come to Butei's side?"

After a long silence, Yu Gongcui let out a long sigh of compromise.

He is also very good at playing tricks, or playing tricks on words.However, the most important thing now is not to test each other, to see who can gain the upper hand... He has more important things to do.

Looking at the young man without flinching, Yu Gongcui slowly considered his words, and laid out a subtle illusion word by word, without stating that it happened in another world.

"You may not believe it, but there is no half lie in what I am about to say.—Let's put it this way, this is a... story of one-sided despair and one-sided salvation."

As a tragic story, it is actually too thin.

There is no intense inner conflict, no unwillingness and struggle, the protagonist is just chasing death wholeheartedly, and in the end, he gets what he wants.

Although Amamiya Tsui hid the character's name, Osamu Dazai was still very familiar with the protagonist who tried to commit suicide by eating poisonous mushrooms and antihypertensive drugs many times, and listened to the boy's words in silence.

The whole story reveals an indescribable sense of reality in the details. For a while, he vacillated between "being teased" and "truly true". He gripped the swing chain tightly and delivered a speech calmly.

"It's just a coward who keeps escaping. Even if he commits suicide, it's his own choice. The world will continue to function without anyone. Why do you care whether a coward lives or dies?"

On the opposite side of him, the narrator named Yu Gongcui lowered his eyelashes and shook his head slowly and firmly.

"It's like a carriage is on the wrong track and can only be driven towards a cliff by inertia. This is a tragedy of fate and has nothing to do with nature. Because he shouldn't end up like that, so I want to try... see if there is any Some kind of method allows him to live in this world casually, easily and happily."

"It's really greedy. I think of a story: a poor middle-aged woman worked her whole life and was beaten by her husband. In the end, she had mental problems and went crazy. She forgot everything in the past and immersed herself in her own fantasy—— A woman who believes she is married to an English lord and lives a happy and prosperous life, so she feels happy every day."

"Her doctor claimed that she could not be cured, and most importantly, he did not know whether to cure her or not."

"Oh, you've heard the story too. What does Amamiya think?"

"False happiness or miserable reality, which one to choose is an eternal issue. No matter which Dazai is obsessed with suicide, and regards death as relief, it is 'false happiness'. Then Mr. Dazai, please answer me, Do you think your life is miserable right now?"

——Osamu Dazai who left the Mafia and joined the Armed Detective Agency.

Every day, Kunikida dislikes him for being too inconspicuous, so he takes pleasure in teasing this overly upright partner without hesitation; occasionally, he goes to the "Whirlpool" on the first floor to drink coffee with his colleagues, and asks the beautiful woman who suits his appetite to accompany him to die in love, and accepts " Please hurry up and buy accident insurance to repay the debts" advice; to tease the ignorant juniors, and to be gratified by the obvious growth of the teenagers; occasionally come to the bar in the dark alley, alone, with a glass of wine, reminiscing about the past Guangying, pretending that there is that person beside him.

He cannot lie.

This was never in his life plan, and he was caught off guard and made all suicide methods go to waste, a warm reality.

Taste the real happiness.

"Your expression has already told me. See, life is not only 'dead or live in pain', these two options."

"even if--?"

"Even with that man. Because of that man. He needs someone to make him realize that, so I want to ask for your help."

The west-slanting sun reflected sparkling waves on the sea surface of Yokohama Port, and the dancing water patterns danced on the boy's face.His eyes were calm and firm. These words, or some kind of awareness in them, made the man in the sand-colored long trench coat tremble slightly.

"I really... lost to you."

However, he doesn't dislike this kind of idealist.