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He grabbed his hand and easily broke free from Osamu Dazai's restraint.

When he lowered his head to look at his wrists, his wrists, which were covered by shirts all the year round and looked very fair, were indeed red-circled.

Nakahara is not afraid of pain, after all, he has endured a million times more pain than this, but Osamu Dazai seems to have a deep research on the position of the bones in the wrist. The leader Osamu Dazai, who has been with him day and night for seven or eight years, can't be so proficient—he can touch the cartilage of his wrist all at once, and, Dazai Osamu's proficiency is not as if he has touched his bones clearly before, so I remember, let alone It's like a kind of doctor's familiarity with patients.

However, he didn't ask any more questions. After Chuya Nakahara withdrew his hand, he said to Osamu Dazai, "Let's go."

Osamu Dazai gently bent the corner of his lower lip, and said, "Chuya, did you come here specially for me? Would it be too obvious if you let me go?"

Nakahara Nakahara, who just passed Akutagawa Ryunosuke, was also fearless. He raised his head towards the door: "Hurry up, there is no trace of me on the chain at all."

Osamu Dazai said, "Chuya, do you know that you are surprisingly cautious now."

Zhongyuan Zhong also didn't want to know, he said, "Dazai."

"Ok?"

"Please don't see me until I leave, okay?"

In the silent dungeon, Osamu Dazai heard Nakahara Nakaya say the same to himself. When he said that, he saw a piece of ice blue, dark like an iceberg that had been sleeping for a long time, calm but privately turbulent. undercurrent.

Zhong Yuanzhong also said: "This is my only request to you."

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"——, something is wrong with you." Watching Shui Jiangyi drive Dazai away, the system said, "You let the mission object go, how can our mission continue?"

Shui Jiangyi crossed his legs and gnawed some snacks in Chuya Zhongya's office: "Osamu Dazai is different."

The system said in a daze, "How to say?"

"Didn't you see Osamu Dazai—has been testing me all this time? Whether it's the rumors about Araba, or my sense of belonging to the port mafia, or even Ryunosuke Akutagawa, don't look at today Osamu Akutagawa was killed by Akutagawa Ryu Nosuke was beaten so badly, the information he wanted to get from Akutagawa's mouth, he must have gotten a little bit of it."

"He is like a coward who has failed many times, trying repeatedly on me, whether I am Nakahara Chuya, or in other words, he already knew me before he met me. Who is it and where am I from."

"Eh?" The system was a little confused, "But the storylines of your world and this world are not the same?"

"That's true, but who do you think Osamu Dazai is? What do you think Osamu Dazai on the IF line jumped off the building for?"

"..." The system choked up, "Osamu Dazai is a huge and invincible bug! The technical department didn't make it clear to me!"

Shui Jiangyi shrugged and smiled lightly: "Even if I tell you clearly, do you think your so-called technical department can still get rid of Osamu Dazai?"

This is simply impossible - a thing.

"He obviously knew where I came from, but he tried to ask me again and again whether I have the same memory, which means Osamu Dazai is also puzzled, why do I have different memories?"

"If I don't have the same memory, why am I here?"

"Osamu Dazai, who knew-cut, was very unfamiliar with this matter, so he was in a passive position. He tried everything he could to keep me, whether it was telling Hongye sister where I was , whether it’s risking oneself to come to the port mafia or not.”

"And I have to keep this strangeness. If this strangeness disappears, he will see through that I am not Zhongye of the Central Plains." Shui Jiangyi said with his chin in his hand, "At that time, I will post it , Osamu Dazai won't talk to me either."

"He will kill me, he thinks that I have occupied Chuya Nakahara's body."

"Osamu Dazai is an outlier lunatic."

Many years ago, Shui Jiangyi used the identity of the 17-year-old Chuya Nakahara.

I already understood that Osamu Dazai is a difficult man.

I also experienced the pain of dying in the hands of Osamu Dazai.

He raised his eyebrows at the system: "Don't worry, Osamu Dazai will definitely come back to find me."

This is the answer that if told me firmly in my heart.

This is - a gloomy weather.

Shui Jiangyi received the first task assigned to him by Mr. Mori. There was a batch of goods that he needed to keep an eye on, on the coast of Yokohama.

Shui Jiangyi was not very cold about the gloomy weather in the past, but after coming to Zhongye's body in the Central Plains, he somehow didn't like rainy days, and he was born with a violent emotion when facing such weather.

Simply this task is not difficult, and because of his previous actions, no one has rushed to touch his bad luck, and it will be over in a short time.

The evening sea breeze blew his cloak, he smelled the sea breeze, stared at the people - each of them loaded the goods onto the truck, suppressed the discomfort with a cold face.

After the end, his subordinate tremblingly proposed to drive Shui Jiangyi back, but Shui Jiangyi refused, because he remembered that not far from here, there was a private villa in Zhongye, Zhongyuan. It was raining, and Shui Jiangyi decided to go to his small villa before it rained.

Who knew that just before he was about to return to the small villa, the sky suddenly began to rain lightly.

Impatiently, the Central Plains used gravity to separate the rainwater, and the rainwater slid down the gravity barrier.

Among the crowd coming and going, he was lonely as if he was a different body.

Everyone rubs shoulders with him, and everyone has nothing to do with him.

On the way, he inadvertently remembered a time long ago, when Mr. Mori from the IF line just disappeared mysteriously.

The port mafia is engaged in internal strife, Osamu Dazai has successfully become the leader of the port mafia, and he is the sharpest knife under the leader of the port mafia.

The two of them are frightening outside, but inside the mafia, they can't move a single step. They have to quarrel with people they used to know every day. Those familiar faces, those special times that seemed to exist, are all infected by Mr. Mori's disappearance. The pitch-black color, and the gentle smiling faces of those people gradually turned into whiteboards.

Internal struggles are more exhausting than external struggles. That day, Zhongyuanzhong also ended the mission for the day, and accidentally fell asleep on the sofa in the chief's office, because when he came to report to Osamu Dazai, Osamu Dazai Happened to be absent.

By the time he woke up, it was already dark, and only a dim light was turned on in the chief's office. Under the dim light, Osamu Dazai was sitting in front of the window reviewing today's report. His quiet profile looked like— The high-quality porcelain, dimly reflecting the moonlight, his kite-colored eyes lowered, as if he had encountered some problem.

Zhong Yuanzhong also rubbed his eyes and sat up and asked, "When did you come back? Why didn't you wake me up?"

Dazai said without raising his head, "I screamed, but Chuuya fell asleep so soundly that I couldn't wake him up at all."

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Zhong Yuan didn't believe it at all. He and Osamu Dazai were on their way to a banquet yesterday. Protected behind.

"Well, to be honest, I want to sleep more for a while." Dazai Osamu's voice was soft and soft. After he became the leader, he used to speak in this tone, and he comforted many lower-level members of the mafia. It made them all have an illusion about Osamu Dazai that Osamu Dazai seems to be a good person.

Zhongyuan Zhong also felt cold: "Don't talk to me in such a tone, I will definitely vomit. Sitting in such a place, do you want to be murdered?"

When Mr. Mori was the head of the port mafia, such phenomena were not uncommon.

But when Osamu Dazai was almost successfully assassinated for the first time, it seemed that there was a flaw in the indestructible steel, which almost attracted inexplicable wolves, tigers and leopards.

He has not been in office for three months, and the people who come to assassinate him have been rotated for countless waves.

Osamu Dazai raised his head and smiled at him, with an indescribable subtle smile in his kite-colored eyes, he said with a smile: "Even Chu knows it, so don't expose me, how about my angle?" Indeed It's a good angle to be assassinated.

Zhong Yuanzhong also sighed helplessly, and he stretched his muscles: "If you are really free, then let's go to the training ground that we used to go to and practice our hands, so that I can relax. You can also close your eyes when you are not by your side."

Osamu Dazai sternly refused: "No!"

Zhong Yuanzhong also glanced at him: "Then you want to be a sick beauty here at night? Your body won't be completely cold when I come tomorrow morning, right?"

Osamu Dazai tilted his head and thought for a while: "Then, Chuuya will accompany me out for a while?"

"Huh?" Zhong Yuanzhong didn't understand what he meant.

Osamu Dazai said to him sincerely: "Staying in the port mafia is so depressing, Chuya will accompany me to go out and play together?"

"Go out? Outside?" Zhong Yuanzhong also pressed his lower jaw with the tip of his tongue, "If you want to die, it's more comfortable to stay here and die. I believe you can't accept exposing corpses outside in the wilderness."

"...But isn't Youzhong also by my side?"

So the wind was high in the middle of the night, the garage of the port mafia was lit up, and the red sports car exclusive to Zhongya Zhongye roared out, rushing towards the rain-colored outline of the mountains.

Zhong Yuan, who was driving, turned his head and asked him, "Where are you going?"

Osamu Dazai thought for a while and said, "I want to go to a very high place."

When Nakahara knew Osamu Dazai in the past, Osamu Dazai, who was straightforward to others, liked to say to him some quantifiers that people could not understand, very high places, far, far away , something delicious and delicious.

After he became the leader of the port mafia, he still continued this habit, but at this time, Zhong Yuanzhong had already spent many years with him and found out exactly what he wanted.

The place Osamu Dazai was talking about at this time was nothing more than a place.

The mountains in Yokohama were not too high, and the lights went off in the middle of the night. Nakahara Chuya stepped on the gas pedal to the bottom, and roared towards the distant mountains.

Double shadows in the woods, rugged mountain roads, fast speed, the scenery outside the car window has almost become a fleeting afterimage, Nakahara Chuya’s hobby of racing has become more and more serious in recent months, but Osamu Dazai is not at all uncomfortable , he looked ahead with a smile, obviously feeling that the racing car made him feel very excited, and urged: "Go faster, go faster."

"Got it, bastard."

"You can't call him a bastard, you should call him the leader."

"..."

Drag racing is actually a kind of activity that can vent emotions. Zhongya Zhongyuan stepped on the gas pedal to the end, and the fiery red sports car galloped through the well-known forest, like a raging fire, almost accumulated in the past few months Irritability, all vented out in these short few minutes.

But - accidentally waved too far.

The wheels sank invisibly towards the narrow mountain road, Osamu Dazai gloated and leaned against the wall of the car, his eyes gleaming: "Ah, ah, are you going to fall?"

Zhong Yuanzhong just gave him a look, and sighed helplessly: "You want to die, but I don't want to be buried for you."

"What a disappointment, Chuya." Osamu Dazai curled his lips in disappointment.

Osamu Dazai can't directly use gravity in the car, Nakahara Nakata also turned the steering wheel quickly, he has participated in drag racing activities, - Ye Feishuang, and climbed countless mountains, among which there was no such situation, The tire on the right side of the sports car slanted, and the whole car flipped slightly, but the situation was reversed within a second.

After that - the road was silent until we reached the top of the mountain.

Osamu Dazai opened the door and got off the car, looked up at the sky, the wind gently brushed his cheeks in the quiet night, there was the sound of rustling leaves and the chirping of cicadas in the summer night, the crooked half moon in the sky was close to the silent and bright stars It's as if it's right in front of your eyes—you can grab it directly with your hand.

He sat in the car with his eyes closed, shaking his legs leisurely: "Ah, the night is really beautiful."

Zhong Yuanzhong also turned off the fire, walked up to him and sat down: "Hmm."

Ever since Osamu Dazai came to power, he has been in a state of extreme mental tension. It was rare for him to relax tonight, and he said softly, "It's been a long time since I've been this high."

Osamu Dazai didn't speak, so he didn't speak either, just enjoying the moment of peace while blowing the night wind.

After an unknown amount of time, Osamu Dazai suddenly asked, "Chuya, do you regret supporting me?"

Nakahara also opened his eyes, and in Dazai Osamu's kite-colored pupils, he reflected his own clear appearance.

In just three months, both he and Osamu Dazai had changed their faces—the same change.

Osamu Dazai never committed suicide in front of him again. He took the red scarf and sat in the leader's position with a smile on his face like a successful executioner. He knew how to manipulate people without a teacher. .

It didn't take long for Osamu Dazai to go from being rejected by people at the beginning to being accepted by everyone through his ability to amass wealth.

But for Central Plains Chuya, it was a complete change.

From double black to single-person, from candidate to cadre, it seemed to be only three months, but his subordinates were almost stained with more blood than in the past five years.

The best hound used by Osamu Dazai.

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