Dazai said he wanted to marry me after amnesia

Mr. Dazai? !

So high!

Almost 1.8 meters,? She needs to look up completely to see his face.

This feeling of seeing my boyfriend grow taller is subtly good, but it's a bit troublesome.

Osamu Dazai walked past her without looking sideways, sat on the leader's chair, and continued to approve documents.

"It turns out that Mr. Dazai wears the leader's uniform like this."

Good-looking is really good-looking.

Yan Yongqinzi suddenly felt a sense of uncertainty in his heart.

That red scarf, which looks like frozen blood, is like a curse in the worldview of incantations, and is engraved on Mr. Dazai's body.

Although they are the same person, this leader Dazai is obviously older than Mr. Dazai she knows, about 20 years old.

The difference between youth and teenagers.

Mr. Dazai is thin, and the leader Dazai in front of him is even a little ridiculously thin.

It can be seen that it is a poor physical condition caused by malnutrition and poor work and rest.

He lowered his head slightly, making his cheeks appear thinner, and his black hair was messily covering his forehead.

He is writing with a precious pen in his right hand. Even though he is wearing a bandage, he can see the protruding wrist bone.

Iwanaga Kotoko was lying in front of the table,? resting her cheeks with her hands,? relying on the other party not being able to see herself,? looking carefully.

The dark golden light made the man's face bright and dark, making it look picturesque.

When correcting documents, as his eyes move, his long eyelashes will shake slightly, emitting a fine light.

The lower eyelids are slightly dark blue.

Although young, there is an undisguised tiredness on his body.

In addition, the most striking thing is the inherent maturity.

The average group leader cannot possess this temperament.

He is in a higher dimension—

It's like standing at the world level, experiencing more catastrophes, and bearing greater disasters.

Is this the future Mr. Dazai?

It shouldn't.

She is confident that Mr. Dazai will be with her in the future, and she will definitely not let him be in such a bad situation!

If it is the future, what about her in the future, where is she now?

If Mr. Dazai is 20 years old now,? Four years from now, she should be studying at university.

Two situations:

One, the future Mr. Dazai (although she doesn't want to admit it).

[-]. Mr. Dazai from the parallel world.There is another self in the parallel world, which she has heard before.

Let's observe again.

Yan Yong Qinzi was caught off guard by a pair of kite pupils.

Osamu Dazai raised his head at some point and met her eyes.

……Um?

Did Mr. Dazai notice it? Didn't he mean that she was invisible?

Iwanaga Kotoko stretched out her hand and shook it in front of his eyes, but there was no response.

Osamu Dazai twitched the corners of his mouth in a self-deprecating manner, lowered his head again, and did not raise it this time.

Next, Kotoko Iwanaga observed him for a week.

She used the time acceleration function, and the daily life of Chief Dazai was flipped in front of her eyes like a book.

Except for eating, washing, and going to the toilet, I sit behind that desk all the time, planning the layout and formulating tactics.

He is like a prisoner trapped in one side, and like a clockwork robot.As if you have to keep working like this, or the world will collapse.

go to bed!

When did you become a workaholic!

Eat more, how can you eat less than cats!

Several times, Yan Yong Qinzi wanted to rush out, but reason stopped her.

The monster is not here, all information needs to be observed and analyzed by herself.According to her understanding of Mr. Dazai, once outsiders are around, he will hide his true side, and then he will not be able to see his true thoughts.

Moreover, if it is Mr. Dazai from the parallel world, he may not necessarily know her.

The subordinates were more afraid of Chief Dazai than she knew.

They were so scared that they didn't even dare to lift their heads, as if they were facing some murderous monster.

Chief Dazai didn't seem to care, and even took good care of the fear of the world.

His kite pupils seemed to be condensed with frost, covered with a layer of mist that was isolated from the world.

"..."

Iwanaga Kotoko narrowed his eyes slightly.

Not quite right.

Seventh day.

Chief Dazai drove everyone out of the office, including Chuya Nakahara as the guard, and fell into the chief chair, closing his eyes.

The voice is weak, revealing the fragility of being vulnerable.

"Finally...it's almost over."

Opening his eyes, Chief Dazai returned to his ruthless appearance.

He pressed the intercom button and said something that Chuya Chuya would definitely explode if he was there.

"I want to go out, no one is allowed to follow me."

Of course, this "anyone" does not include Iwanaga Kotoko.

At dusk, she followed Osamu Dazai into an alley.

A red and white signboard hangs on the wall, with "LUPIN" written in beautiful English characters.

He pushed the door in from under the signboard.

The jazz music echoed in the bar, and the bartender said "Welcome" in the same low voice.

Osamu Dazai had the venue cleared in advance, and there was no third person present.

It was also the first time for Kotoko Iwanaga to come here.

A very small underground bar, not as big as her toilet.

The old wooden staircase leads to a narrow passage at the end. On one side is a small private room, on the other side is a row of high stools and a wooden bar. The wall cabinet behind is full of various foreign wines.

The lamps were low, and the walls were stained yellow with cigarette smoke.

Everything shows traces of the baptism of time.

The whole store looks like a retro old photo.

It seemed that Osamu Dazai often came to drink, and the bartender served him a glass of specially blended whiskey with ice hockey without opening his mouth.

He drank it quickly.

Then, the second cup, the third cup...

Time passed by minute by minute.

Osamu Dazai drank the wine alone, stroking the rim of the glass with his fingertips, he didn't show any signs of impatience, but his expression was extraordinarily gloomy.

Until another voice sounded in the stairwell.

"Dazai."

"Yo, Odasaku," Dazai Osamu said calmly, "I thought you wouldn't come."

The assistant of Oda Sakuyuki had his coat draped over his arms, panting slightly, and seemed to come in a hurry.

Seeing the empty glass in front of Osamu Dazai, he frowned subtly.

He sat next to Dazai.

"Drink less."

"I won't get drunk."

"It's not a question of whether you're drunk or not, your body won't be able to bear it if it goes on like this."

Osamu Dazai acted as if he didn't hear it, with that expression of a fairy who had lived for 2000 years, with a misty smile in the corner of his mouth, muttering to himself.

"Drinking to death is also a good way to die... Ah, but if you don't die, it will be very painful to be sent to the first aid."

"..."

The wrinkles between Odasaku's brows deepened, and he had a paralyzed face, but he looked at Osamu Dazai with helplessness, pain, remorse and other complex emotions intertwined in his eyes.

He seemed to want to say something, but he opened and closed his lips a few times, but he couldn't say anything.

Osamu Dazai felt it, but he just swung his glass and turned a blind eye.

After serving Oda a glass of cocktail without strong beer, the bartender left with a sense of humor.

Kotoko Iwanaga stood in the position of the bartender to better observe the two of them.

In her impression, the relationship between the two should be closer, and Mr. Dazai would act coquettishly to Mr. Odasaku.

Here, Mr. Dazai's attitude is much better than in front of his subordinates, but he can still feel a sense of alienation.

The problem seems to be Mr. Dazai.

His whole body is shrouded in desolate despair, reminiscent of a vast empty desert, a cold and desolate place of extreme cold, or a dark abyss of the sea.

It is no exaggeration to say that he is about to die.

Or those two possibilities.

If it is a parallel world, this Dazai Osamu and Oda Saku may have different life experiences.

If it's the future, then something might have happened that caused them to become like this.

"How does it feel to work at the Armed Detective Agency? By the way, I heard that your novel won the Newcomer Award?"

After a long silence, Osamu Dazai spoke.

"It's not bad," said Oda Saku in a calm tone, "It's just that sometimes the old people in the neighborhood dragged him to do chores, and he was late several times. For novels..."

He paused, "To be honest, I don't have much confidence, I always feel at a loss."

"You can rest assured about this point. If you can't write well, no one in this world can write well." Oda Sakunosuke pondered.

"After Dazai said that... I seem to have a little confidence in myself again."

Dazai smiled lightly.

Oda: "In a few months, the novel will be published, do you want to read it?"

"talk later."

"By the way, didn't you say you wanted to try dismantling a dud, did you succeed?"

"Ah."

Odasaku thought about it, and said again.

"You mentioned before that you wanted me to try the modified firm tofu..."

"Let's talk about it," Dazai Osamu said lightly, "I don't have time to do it recently."

The atmosphere fell into silence again.

As if making up his mind, Odasaku spoke.

"Dazai, about Akutagawa..."

"I won't do anything to him as long as he walks out of the mafia building alive."

Dazai said coldly.

"I believe you won't do anything, it's just... Akutagawa is my junior in the detective agency," Oda Saku sighed, "Dazai, why did you bring Akutagawa to the black/hand/party? Even I can't do it Tell me?"

"..."

"Dazai."

"Stop it, Odasaku," Dazai Osamu looked at the hockey puck floating in the wine glass, his voice hoarse, "Stop it."

Oda Sakunosuke looked at him for a moment, then stood up as if giving up, picked up his coat and hung it in his arms.

"Then I'll go first."

Oda Saku knew that since that person left, Dazai had closed a corner of his heart.

But not to this extent.

At that time, worried that his friend's mental state might commit suicide, he and Ango took turns visiting Dazai.

Soon after, the MIMIC incident broke out, and Dazai became the leader of the port gang/hand/party.

There are rumors that Dazai killed Mori Ogai's superior, but only Oda Saku who knows the inside story knows that Dazai not only did not kill Mori Ogai, but also saved his life.

Dazai's personality should be such that he doesn't want to do such troublesome things as the leader.

Worried that his friend would force him, Odasaku, who had already gone to the detective agency, even went to him once.

"No, I voluntarily became the leader."

At that time, Dazai said so.

"why?"

"Why," the young leader was slightly startled, lowering his eyes, showing a lonely and affectionate smile, "because..."

"she."

Of course Odasaku knew who "she" was referring to.

From then on, in the past two years, without knowing what happened, Dazai became more and more closed-minded, uncertain and ruthless.He blindly expands the port gang/hand/party, manipulates the fate of everyone, and expands the dark empire.

I also saw him less and less.

No one knew what he was trying to do, and Odasaku never heard Dazai mention her again.

The reason should not just be attributed to the psychological changes of the superiors.

Dazai is only 20 years old now.At this rate of development, in another two years, the port mafia/hand/party will be able to control the organs and units of the entire Kanto region, and its military strength can even be comparable to that of the country.

Why do you do such a thing, Dazai?

Oda Sakunosuke had the feeling that his friend was speeding toward the abyss.

He wanted to pull, but couldn't.

Maybe only that one person can do it.

But that person is no longer there.

Before leaving, Oda Sakunosuke added something.

"I will go to coordinate with the detective agency again."

Osamu Dazai was noncommittal.

The sound of footsteps disappeared at the top of the stairs, and the sound of the wooden door being opened and closed could be heard.

If Kotoko Iwanaga was not counted, Osamu Dazai was the only one left in the bar.

He shook his glass and drank it down.

After walking to the bar, I wanted to mix another glass of wine by myself.

At this moment, a small white hand suddenly pressed on the back of his hand, stopping his movement.

"You've had enough."

The stealth mode was released, and Kotoko Iwanaga spoke.