Bungo Playing Game

Using the cute vocabulary of "short dizzy dizzy", Hasumi cruelly backstabbed the well-meaning mafia who happened to pass by, and once again pulled the quilt covering his body up.He looked at the other party with those innocent eyes, and successfully made Zhong Yuan, who was wearing a mask of pain, feel angry.

Isn't this just embarrassing him?

He can't beat a patient.

In other words, the evilness of this man is engraved in his roots!Same as Dazai!With such innocent eyes, maybe there is something bad in my heart.

But Zhong Yuanzhong also knew about the other party, and it was limited to the time when he was fished out of the river before and this time.He just heard that the person who died in love with Sakuma had been back and forth in the hospital several times before, and this kind mafia came over to see how the other person was doing while he had nothing to do.

As a result, he was brutally injured.

Is this the malice that society treats him?

Nakahara has no fuck to say, and he may be a little out of control of his expression management.

Just before he hesitated to speak, the black-haired young man apologized weakly.

——Damn it, why does this apology feel a little bit wrong.

Chuya Nakahara, who is preconceived, has been somewhat unable to correct his inner thoughts.In the past few months, he felt that he was simply "unfriendly".Every time his trust was exchanged, it was ruthless injury.Whether it was Atsushi Nakajima before, or Shuji Tsushima now, he is still his former teammate... A world where only Chuya Nakahara was injured was born!

Because of this matter, Hasumi, who became a little bit more energetic and then quickly became depressed, heard Nakahara Nakaya asking him (it didn't seem like he was asking) why he always came to the hospital.

The young man tilted his head, and his curly hair was spread on the snow-white pillow.When the awkward loneliness filled the whole room, he whispered like a child telling others a secret: "I really want to die..."

In front of a well-meaning mafia full of vigor and vitality, Zhong Yuanzhong was also stunned when he issued a death declaration in front of him.Leaving aside why the other party wanted to talk to me about this matter, wanting to die in this crisp autumn weather is also a big problem that makes people want to knock on their heads.This is a good weather for traveling. Wouldn't it be a waste of weather if you want to die.

But the Central Plains hadn't figured out a countermeasure yet, but the young man changed his mind immediately.

"I really don't want to die."

Nakahara Chuya: ...

Do you want to die, or do you not want to die?

The other party went back and forth, and his mood was also up and down.If he caused the death of an innocent person, Zhong Yuanzhong would also bear a great sense of guilt.

"Isn't it just that you are not in good health? If you cultivate your body well, the disease will go away naturally. If one day you die, if you talk about your real cause of death, it will probably be suicide." Port Mafia The kind hearted Nakahara Chuya spoke rudely on purpose.He felt that if his voice was soft, if someone else heard it, he would definitely be laughed at.

The last time he was helping the old lady to cross the road, he was discovered by Dazai.Really, it pissed him off.

The young man's eyes were quite tired, and Zhong Yuanzhong also felt that the other party might faint in the next second.

"Hey……"

Baiye Renjian, who was enlightened by the red-haired youth, only felt that this world was really absurd and unbelievable.

"I'll try my best."

Lianjian couldn't laugh or cry.

Zhong Yuanzhong only felt that this effort was a bit illusory.He left after not staying for long. After all, there was no relationship between the two, and it was not the other party's turn to worry about him.

After quitting smoking and drinking for half a month, Bai Yelianjian was determined to write.Although he had no intention of working during this time, the task was still hanging over his head like a knife.

The task was not for him alone, he volunteered to do this kind of thing in order to protect other people and their literature.However, he has a tiger in his heart, but looks like a sick cat.

After finally getting in touch with Osmanthus fragrans of the Qing Palace, she gave her a guaranteed ticket.But when he sat down at the table and picked up the pen, he couldn't move as if he had fallen into the hell of Avici.He was trembling all over his body, and his heart was surrounded by depression and a lot of pain. At the last look, after several hours, not even the title of the article was written on the paper.

Hasumi, who couldn't write anything, chose to lie in the coffin, and was pulled down to save himself.

If the boss saw him like this, he would probably say: I haven't seen you for a few months, why are you so procrastinating.

Bosses don't understand the pain of their subordinates, and capitalists don't understand the pain of beating workers.

Hasumi, who was tormented by the hell of writing, was visited by Higuchi Kazuyo halfway.The other party thanked her very sincerely, and the content of the thanks was naturally the time when the two of them fell into the well.

Having accepted the gratitude from others, Hasumi smiled slightly.His face was often surrounded by bitterness, as if nothing could cheer him up.

Luna was also extremely confused about this.She herself is young, and she has always acted in respect of the will of the supernatural being.She was cut out by accident and kept away from her master, and now she is acting according to the will of "father".But she is just a supernatural being, completely unable to understand the incomparably complicated emotions that exist in human beings.

She was so depressed, so depressed that she changed back to her original appearance and scratched the furniture at home.

Ren Jian is lazy, and the task is stagnant.

Hasumi, who was up and down in the writing hell, broke his previous decision again."No more drinking" and "no more smoking" are empty words.In the end, he was defeated by cigarettes and alcohol as before.This time, Luna didn't give him any more money, but the 100 million that Koyo Ozaki gave him was like poison, only daring to keep him away subconsciously.

In other words, Ozaki Koye asked him to leave her girls, Hasumi always felt that he hadn't done it at all.The other party didn't kill him directly, which can be said to be kind-hearted (there is a high probability that it is wrong).

Without money, I had to force myself to write some short stories that didn't require thinking to earn a little money for cigarettes and alcohol.The Qing palace editors had an inexplicable affection for him, and he always said, "Let's write some powerful articles."

Hasumi didn't write those short stories by himself, it was entirely Dazai Osamu's own will.

"Tomorrow, Tomorrow" was published under the name "Osamu Dazai", but it didn't have many readers.

Words with energy?That was too difficult.A cripple like him really can't do it.

Luna persuaded him to stop drinking, and she was furious again.But once tobacco and alcohol are addictive, it is very difficult to quit.

Hasumi, who was forcibly brought candies, regarded them as a substitute for tobacco and alcohol with sour teeth.But one day, he still went out to drink with the hostess behind his back.

The process of drinking is painful and I will sneeze after drinking.The autumn wind made him sneeze uncontrollably, and the loud sound caused people around to look at him.

The feeling of being watched planted panic in Hasumi's heart.He covered his nose with a handkerchief and ran into a nearby shop.

He hid in the corner of the coffee shop and sneezed sadly.

He was a little drunk.Obviously not very good at it, but he loves to drink.Free wine is the best, and it is not impossible to pay for it.

When he was seated, the waitress came over.Hasumi was surprised to find that the other party was Ayako who used to work in the bar he frequented.

Ayako spoke with a country accent, but her voice was very gentle.

"Are you drinking again?"

The dark-haired youth tried to nod, but he sneezed again.

Seeing this, Ayako went to squeeze two or three oranges.It is impossible for a coffee shop to have hangover soup, only bars have this kind of thing.But it just so happened that she had oranges by her side.Oranges can be used to sober up.

Hasumi wrinkled his nose from the sour smell on the glass of freshly squeezed orange juice brought to him.

"Thank you." He said cautiously.The young man didn't gulp down it, but slowly licked his lips.There was no one else in the coffee shop at this time, so Ayako came to visit Hasumi from time to time.

"It seems that you haven't laughed for a long time." The other party said.

Hasumi smiled wryly, but a wry smile of shame could not be called a smile at all.

Ayako curled up her mouth and said sincerely, "You look pretty good when you smile."

Harube Ima said the same thing about Dazai.

Being praised by a simple woman is something that makes people feel like spring breeze.

The floor above his head suddenly vibrated regularly. The young man followed the sound and saw two or three people walking down the stairs.

The floors above the cafe are leased to others, and it is common for people above to come down.

When seeing the person coming, Hasumi was surprised to find that the signboard of this coffee shop is "Uzumaki", and the upper floor of Uzumaki Cafe includes the Armed Detective Agency.

He was dumbfounded again.

It was Dun who hadn't seen him for a long time who came down from the upstairs.Next to him was a young girl with dark hair, a red kimono, and skin so transparent that you could almost see the bones in it.

The memory hidden in the depths of my mind surfaced again.That girl is the killer that Hasumi met in the last time of playing "Atsushi Nakajima".

Why did the other party walk with Dun?Could it be that she has turned to the light now?

Renjian, who didn't know the cause and effect, guessed in his heart.

For some reason, he didn't dare to look at those two people.His own eyes were fixed on the orange juice, and he drank it slowly.As soon as the number of guests increased, Ayako didn't even have time to see him, so she could only keep busy at the front desk and in each seat.

He bid farewell to the whirlpool cafe when his butt started to hurt from sitting.Two days later, he came here again and stayed for half a day.

Ayako said that something seemed to happen to the detective agency upstairs.

What's the matter?

When helicopters from other countries were flying in the sky, Hasumi suddenly realized.

This is what Luna called "Combined Invasion".

According to what the other party said, troubles will follow in the next period of time.

Yokohama, you are miserable.

Renjian, who was also miserable, just lived on his own, until he also encountered a disaster himself.

It will be a matter of time before someone finds out about publishing an article under the pseudonym "Osamu Dazai".