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Now let's take a look at the situation.

In this parallel world, Osamu Dazai is sitting in the office of the leader on the top floor of Gang Hei.

The "tombstone" of the Hong Kong black leader I knew lay in front of my eyes, in a state of suspected death.

Make a bold guess that maybe he was backstabbed by the current leader.

No matter how many times I have said that Mori Ogai is the boss, I never hoped that he would die. Is this parallel world where Osamu Dazai became the leader of Hong Kong gangsters after Mori Ogai died?

No matter how you think about it, it is an extremely terrible situation.

I decisively took off the ultra-thin transparent gloves on my hand, touched the tombstone to see if I could extract useful past.

After sifting through the useless images that popped up in my mind, I saw something startling.

In the picture standing in front of the tombstone is the living Mori Ogai and a black silhouette.

Mori Ogai was wearing a white coat, staring at the tombstone with his hands in his pockets with a somewhat complicated expression, talking to the black silhouette.

"...Since it's been decided, I might vomit blood hard," Mori Ogai patted the shoulders of the people around him with his eyes closed, and said, "I'm already 'dead', so I'll leave it all to you, Dazai-kun .”

"No, Osamu Dazai, the leader of Hong Kong gangsters."

That black silhouette is indeed Osamu Dazai who can shield my superpowers.

After reading the memory, I glanced at the ground with a perspective, and found that the tomb was indeed empty.

I was slightly relieved.

It seems that Osamu Dazai in this world is not a black mud to the extent of backstabbing to seize the leader's position, but I don't know why there is such a scene of suspended animation.

Could it be that Mori Ogai has finally had enough of his life as a social animal and is ready to go home for the elderly?

Impossible, impossible, this is as incredible as Dazai Osamu no longer committing suicide.

I feel that I have to go to Hong Kong and Hei to take a look.

At least figure out what's going on.

As a result, everyone was standing in front of the Hong Kong and Black Building, and I suddenly felt a little worried.

I don’t exist in this world, so my passport here is also an unregistered version, and I shouldn’t be able to enter Hong Kong and Heilongjiang.

It's not impossible to be careful when teleporting, but just appearing in the building without warning, like the last time, meeting the Dazai Osamu of this world, will be regarded as an enemy, right?

Probably because my attire is very similar to that of the people in Hong Kong and Heilongjiang. Although I was a stranger in the patrol area for a long time, no one cared about me.

These security guards are not good, I am already like this, no one will come to ask if I need help?Even if you want to take me away, come and help me break this embarrassing situation!

You have discredited the image of "helpful" Hong Kong gangsters!

In the end, an unexpected "acquaintance" rescued me.

When the familiar heart sound suddenly sounded within the range of my telepathy, my eyes lit up, and I looked up, just facing a pair of familiar sea-blue eyes far away.

That was Nakahara Chuya who had just returned to Hong Kong and Heilongjiang from a field trip.

Zhong Yuanzhong also brought people back to Hong Kong Hei from the outside, glanced around inadvertently, and saw a strange pink-haired girl wearing similar Hong Kong Hei clothes.

Zhong Yuanzhong was also taken aback.

I was almost as happy as a chick finding its nest: "Chuya!"

Zhong Yuanzhong also frowned at the stranger's overly intimate address: "Who are you?"

...Oops, I forgot that this is a parallel world.

Zhong Yuanzhong also stared at me suspiciously, and suddenly remembered something in his heart.

[Zhongye, maybe one day in the future you may see a girl with long pink hair and a hairpin on her head, who you have never seen before but wearing mafia clothes. She is from Hong Kong and black. This piece Let me tell Hongye about it, no matter who of you sees her, bring her to see me immediately. 】

Zhongyuan Zhong also looked at my appearance, and thought: [Is this the person?What's the matter with that mackerel, the guy who will not step out of the office for a whole year, wants to meet a stranger?Or did they both know each other before? 】

Don't step out of the office all year round?Did Osamu Dazai become a squat at home?

Squatting at home did not gain weight but became so thin...

This order can't be issued after my unexpected arrival last time, right?Does it have such an effect on just one side?

I paused and said, "I need to see... him."

Whether it is a stranger or not, Zhong Yuanzhong will definitely understand what I mean.

"..." Zhong Yuanzhong also thought of something, he raised his hand and lowered the brim of his hat to cover his expression, and said in a low voice, "Come with me."

Nakahara Nakaya in this world is also very different from what I know. He doesn't know that Mori Ogai is not dead, he only knows that Osamu Dazai killed his goal of joining Hong Kong Hero in the first place.

Since Mori Ogai's "death", Nakahara Chuya has not been in a good mood, not to mention that his former rival has become his immediate boss.

He is in a very complicated mood right now. He wants to beat up Dazai, but also is extremely sensitive to detect some clues. He has been holding back and not questioning anyone for the sake of Hong Kong gangsters.

I followed Zhongyuan Zhongye into Hong Kong Hei, and found that he has become one of the five major cadres, and now his status in Hong Kong Hei is second only to the leader.

Thanks for your hard work, Chuya - I thought silently.

I have already thought of the method of cooking five mackerel in 360, but it is really aggrieved to stop at the moment before putting the fish on the pot.

The road to the top office is as usual.

Before getting on the elevator, I, a stranger, originally needed to be searched, even if Nakahara was there, but an instruction came from the bodyguard's walkie-talkie, and after a few words, I was let in without hindrance.

The first time I came to Hong Kong and Heilongjiang, I was called by Mori Ogai in the same way.

In the gradually ascending elevator, Nakahara Nakaya and I had nothing to say because we were “unfamiliar”, and we stared at the scenery of Yokohama outside at the same time.

The atmosphere suddenly became a little awkward.

The elevator went up until the sightseeing glass turned into a thickened steel plate and could no longer be seen outside. After a moment of darkness, the lights in the elevator turned on.

The light illuminated Chuya Zhongya, who was frowning and meditating for a long time, and he finally couldn't help but said, "How do you know... the leader?"

I said, "I don't know him."

I don't know this Dazai Osamu.

Zhongyuan Zhong was also taken aback, and turned to look at me in surprise.

A "ding" sound indicates that the elevator has reached the top floor.

The moment before opening the door, I added: "But I know Osamu Dazai."

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "..."

He didn't understand what I said, or maybe he did. He followed my footsteps and wanted to ask something, but was stopped by the bodyguard outside the elevator.

"Sorry, Central Plains cadre, the leader ordered that he will only see this young lady alone."

Zhong Yuanzhong also had to stop, he gritted his teeth, and in the end he could only utter a word unwillingly: "That guy..."

【Almost four years, what exactly does he want to do? ! 】

"Zhongye," I stopped, glanced at the office door not far away, looked back at the orange-haired young man, and said, "My name is Qi Munanyin, nice to meet you."

Thanks.

I stepped into the familiar yet unfamiliar office, and as the door of the office slowly closed behind me, I fell into the darkness again.

Sure enough, I could feel it from the corridor outside. Although the top floor of the office does not have the interlayer of germanium metal, the outer wall protection has been thickened several times.

It really looks like a watertight iron bucket. I'm afraid there will be no accidents if the helicopter hits head-on.

It was quiet in the office.

The darkness is of no use to me, and my clairvoyant eyes can clearly see the entire interior scene - unchanged from what I know, except for the man behind the desk.

The person who can block my super power and can only vaguely see a rough outline.

I sighed secretly, and said, "If you haven't developed myopia without lighting the lamp and writing, are you the chosen one?"

"No, I'm just a patient who attempted suicide," came the familiar voice, seemingly unchanged, with a nostalgic tone as if an old friend had disappeared for many years, and there was actually a bit of a smile. Behind the desk, said, "Did the slug scold me with you?"

I said, "He doesn't know me."

"Haha," the figure chuckled lowly, "By the way, how about I order you a takeaway of coffee jelly?"

"The chef in the cafeteria has changed, and the sweets they make are not very tasty. It's a pity that no one will complain when you're not here."

"..." I was silent for a while, and had to say, "It's better not to speak in such an old friend's reunion tone, I don't actually know you."

There was a moment of silence in the air, and the figure nodded: "...That's right. I just want to think about it differently. If I know you and I meet you in this situation, what kind of situation will it be like? Now It seems that it is really not suitable for 'me', no matter how you play it, just having memories does not make you a person."

"Osamu Dazai," I said, "what's going on here?"

The figure paused for a moment before answering the question: "The windows of this office haven't been opened for four years, but it doesn't matter if you're here. Wait a minute."

The person who was used to the darkness pressed the switch, and the machine suddenly made an old roar that had not been running for a long time.

The mechanism that had not moved for four years made a creaking sound, driving the steel plates around the glass to gradually open, allowing the sunlight that had not been seen for four years to shine into the office again.

A bit harsh, but warm.

I squinted slightly, looking at the figure in the sunlight.

"Mr. Mori will definitely not do this, but I am a coward." Osamu Dazai, who was sitting there with his hands folded in a red scarf, looked at me and said with a smile, "Hello, Nan Yin. I am Dazai, the leader of Hong Kong gangsters. rule."

The smile on his thin face is very complex, it seems that the performance is really sunny, but it is exhausted that cannot be ignored.

The last sentence of the introduction was somewhat awkward, as if it was for the purpose of distinguishing something.

Osamu Dazai suddenly said, "Have you seen Atsu-kun?"

I froze for a moment and shook my head.

"It seems that I was brought directly by Chuya, and I still don't know anything, so I have a lot to say." Osamu Dazai rested his hand on the lower half of his face, bowed his head and said, "I think about it. Where do I start... Ah, yes, it really is that one, that one."

Osamu Dazai raised his head, and the expression on his face changed into a kind of extremely forbearing hope at some point.

"Kuyin, is Odasaku still alive?"

In my mind, I remembered the heart-piercing "Oda Zuo" of Dazai Osamu in the foretelling screen I had seen.

"Alive." I affirmed.

Even if he doesn't know what's going on, the answer is probably very important to him.

As soon as he finished speaking, a complex look flashed across Osamu Dazai's face. He didn't seem to know how to react, so he just lowered his head and folded his palms against his forehead.

It took him a long time before he whispered, "Sorry."

"I'm sorry, I can only tell you what it looks like here, because you are the only one who has traveled through time and space and is not bound by the world."