As a coser, I am revising the script every day

This is the first time he has failed to change the fate of others.

Osamu Dazai squinted his eyes and looked at the words on the page, only to find it dazzling no matter how you look at it. Why did Chuya Nakahara die, and how could Chuya Nakahara die?

With such doubts, he clicked through the entire life of Zhongye Zhongyuan, and found that in the choices related to his life, almost every fork in the road was full of dead ends, the clear road was still unclear, and every line of thought The ending all point to his filthy death.

Osamu Dazai didn't understand why there were so many battles that required Nakahara Chuya to open his mouth.

And when Nakahara Chuya was filthy, as a partner, why wasn't he by Nakahara Chuya's side? Would he just watch Nakahara Chuya die?

Osamu Dazai stayed in this room silently, he was thinking, he was silent, he couldn't give himself an answer for a long time.

Until the end, Osamu Dazai gave himself an answer.

It's impossible, as long as he is by Zhongya's side, it is impossible for him to watch Zhongya die one day.

So the clever Dazai Zhizhi naturally thought of why it was impossible. He lowered his eyes lightly, roughly pulled out a pure white tissue from the drawer box on one side, and pressed it on his fingertips. The scarlet blood was completely absorbed, as if Osamu Dazai had mercilessly wiped out the death ending on Chuya Nakahara.

He thought, so, why would I leave?

·

In order to find such an answer, Mr. Zamori told him that a very powerful French man had smuggled from France to Yokohama, Japan, and was looking for the ruins of the scene where Huangba vomited.

There was no need for Mr. Mori to speak, so Osamu Dazai took the initiative to say to Mr. Mori, "Do you need me to do anything?"

Mr. Mori, who was sitting in the main seat, looked at him with his cheeks in surprise, his slightly curved eyes were gentle like a sly fox: "It's a bit strange, Dazai, who has always been so indifferent to me, would also want to Will you take the initiative to take over some things from me? This will make me a little suspicious of your intentions, Dazai-kun."

Mr. Mori used to have a certain tone when he spoke. Osamu Dazai didn't like this tone very much. He immediately cooled down, met Mr. Mori's eyes, and said, "So, do you need me?"

The two people's eyes met, and they looked at each other for a moment without retreating. Finally, Mr. Mori smiled helplessly, and he waved his hands: "You are always so stubborn. No one can control the things you have decided, Dazai Jun, even if I disagree, you will definitely find other ways to understand this matter, right?"

Osamu Dazai did not deny this, he did not look away from Mr. Mori's gaze, he said, "What do you think?"

Mr. Mori didn't guess, as the person who led Osamu Dazai on this path, he felt that even he would never like to confront Osamu Dazai very much, after all...

He is not a person who likes to kill a thousand enemies and hurt himself eight hundred.

He waved his hand and casually let Osamu Dazai back down, not ignoring the fact that Osamu Dazai snatched the information on the Port Mafia from his desk while he was backing away.

Seeing the back of Osamu Dazai leaving, Mr. Mori turned his head to Alice who was drawing a picture in distress, and said, "Dazai really becomes less likable as he grows up."

Alice said without raising her head, "But Rin Taro actually likes Dazai-kun very much, right?"

There was a smile on the corner of Mr. Mori's lips. He stood up from the chair, walked to Alice's side, touched Alice's head and said, "Alice-chan, tell me, I'm okay with Dazai-kun like this." How many more years will I use him?"

His voice was very low, as if he was talking, but he seemed to be just wondering himself.

After coming out of Mr. Mori's office, Dazai Osamu directly contacted the subordinates who had been in contact with him a long time ago, wired one by one, and traced the entire Yokohama seamlessly.

In fact, no matter whether Mr. Mori will agree or not, Osamu Dazai will definitely go to find out who that man is. He just greeted Mr. Mori first and asked him not to hinder him.Osamu Dazai, who came from France with supernatural powers, looked at the window next to him. In recent years, the port mafia has begun to wash away the idea of ​​traditional mafia, and is approaching the Japanese chaebol that Yokohama needs, so the props used are all Some bright and bright equipment, at this time the windows around him are so beautiful that they can almost glow, transparently reflecting Dazai Osamu's bandaged cheeks, he looked through the windows with a calm expression and looked at the fragmentary distribution under the Mafia building in the lower port Looking at the houses that looked like little ants, he withdrew his gaze and walked towards the top floor step by step.

This is the place he often goes to when he relaxes, so no matter how remote it is, his subordinates who know that he has this habit will have someone sweep it up. Osamu Dazai walked to the top floor very easily.

The top floor is an empty sky garden, planted with some precious flowers that Mr. Mori specially transplanted. Osamu Dazai always felt that Mr. Mori wanted to work hard to get along with the Yokohama chaebol, but unfortunately their circle of getting along is too closed. Well, even now, Mr. Sen has only found a little way.

The Port Mafia just walked on the right path. He walked briskly to the edge of the balcony, near the railing, and sat leisurely on the railing, letting the wind blow his hair, soft hair Sweeping across his cheek, he lazily closed his eyes.

It is rare to enjoy the peace that only belongs to Osamu Dazai at this moment.

then……

With one foot in the air, the wind blew up Dazai Osamu's long trench coat, making him bulge up as if he was going to fly in the air, and then quickly fell down.

The whistling wind blew past his ears, Osamu Dazai felt that at such a moment, the wind blew almost the sound of the whole world, and countless joys and sorrows rang in his ears together.

But he just opened his eyes, looked at the ground that was getting closer and closer, and thought a little teasingly, what kind of expression would he look like when Zhongye Zhongye returned from his mission in the Central Plains? Zhong Yuanzhong will definitely make him laugh out loud, right?

"three two……"

Seeing the ground getting closer, Osamu Dazai closed his eyes in enjoyment, relaxed his limbs, and let the wind bring him to hit the ground.

Don't think about whether what awaits him in the next second is the pain on the cold storefront that can almost make people close their eyes to reject it, or...

He was hugged into a warm embrace.

The owner in the arms was panting heavily, his chest was heaving unceasingly, he hugged him and landed quickly, but the first thing he wanted was to fix Dazai Osamu's head so that he could rest on his shoulder safely.

Feeling this familiar embrace, Osamu Dazai felt a tinge of regret in his heart, but at the same time, a kind of satisfaction inevitably rose in his heart. He opened his eyes, and in the hunting wind, he met Chuya Nakahara's ice blue Eye.

Osamu Dazai is a person who does some useless research when he is bored. The subjects he has studied include what kind of color is the color of Chuya Nakahara in the real sense, whether the eyes of the sky are clearer, or the color of the Nakahara Chuya's eyes are more like Wuwu's blue. The contents of these two topics are not compatible at all, but Dazai Osamu likes to play with things related to Nakahara Chuya.

At this time, he looked into Chuya Nakahara's eyes, his ice blue color was as exciting as a burning blue flame. Osamu Dazai had been puzzled before and couldn't find the answer to the subject, and suddenly at this moment With the answer, his eyes did not look like silent glaciers, nor did they look like the color of the sky.

What are his eyes like?

It was like a miracle that Osamu Dazai saw when he went overseas.

When he freely fell into the boundless deep sea on the cruise ship, the sea water swallowed him mercilessly and took him to a deeper and deeper seabed.

In this flowing dark blue, Osamu Dazai, with his eyes open, witnessed the fall of a whale.

He was extremely tall, with a beautiful blue color all over his body, and the white bones were already protruding from his skull. When he saw Osamu Dazai who fell into the sea, his eyes that refused to close suddenly closed, leaving a cloudy tear.

It rotted silently in the sea, but because of Dazai Osamu's death, a tear fell for no reason. Dazai Osamu, who was proficient in swimming skills, just indulged himself and fell towards the bottom of the sea. Swimming in the place of the whale, wanting to gently touch his barren bare bones, but when he was about to touch the whale, the whale disappeared silently.

Osamu Dazai floated to the surface in a daze in the sea, and met the ice-blue eyes of Nakahara Nakaya on the ship.

"Bastard Dazai." Nakahara Chuya gritted his teeth and beat Dazai hard, feeling that there was nowhere to vent his anger.

Recently, Mr. Mori sent Nakahara Chuya out to the field more and more frequently. Almost every day, Nakahara Chuya, who was on various occasions, fell steadily to the ground with Dazai Osamu, taking care of the people who came and went, Pressing his throat, he said, "Suicide, bastard, isn't that the only word in your life dictionary?"

Osamu Dazai, who raised his head from Nakahara Chuya's neck, blinked at Nakahara Nakaya. His eyes were slightly reddened by the strong wind blowing in the air, as if he was straining hard. After crying, he said innocently: "It's not, I just want to die, Zhongya is really boring, why does he appear in front of me every time when I want to commit suicide? ah."

Zhong Yuanzhong couldn't help cursing in a low voice: "Since you are going to die, you bastard, you should find a place farther away. Why are you in front of me?"

Osamu Dazai couldn't help laughing, he said: "Because it always feels like this is a bit more interesting, seeing how anxious Chuya has always been for me, don't you think that?"

Nakahara didn't think so, he let go of Dazai's arm, and gave Dazai an angry look.

The top hat was placed on his orange-red mid-length hair. After seeing him for the first time, the towering Zhongyuan Zhong also said: "I don't think you really want to die, do you?"

Osamu Dazai snorted in confusion, and asked, "Why does Chuu feel that way?"

He also felt strange looking at Zhong Yuanzhong.

Zhong Yuanzhong also shrugged his shoulders noncommittally, and after straightening the three-piece suit that fit him, he walked into the port mafia building without looking back.

In fact, he didn't know the reason. Seeing Osamu Dazai like this, he always felt...

Every time he commits suicide is not asking for a way to die, but reaching out to those who care about him by dying again and again, whispering to them eagerly.

"Help me."

If you love me and still desire me to remain in this world as a human being.

·

Osamu Dazai, who committed a well-known suicide in the port mafia building and was rescued by Nakahara Nakaya who hurried back, has been living in his container for the past few days.

After waiting for three long days, finally in the afternoon of the fourth day, he got the person he wanted to wait for.

It was still a hot summer day, and Osamu Dazai was sitting bored on the swivel chair, facing the flickering electric fan, thinking upside down.

Going to Zhongye's house to sleep, eating in the air-conditioning, and occupying Zhongye's wine cabinet, so that he can be worthy of Zhongye's exhaustion.

Or... should I ask for something more extreme?

When Osamu Dazai was thinking about it, a heavy knock on the door interrupted Osamu Dazai's association.

The visitor was dressed retro and elegantly. His long orange hair was elegantly braided into a ponytail and casually placed on his chest. His blue eyes were full of affection. He was as handsome and beautiful as a wandering god from Northern Europe.

When he looked at Osamu Dazai, his blue eyes paused for a moment, and then he asked politely: "Hello, are you Osamu Dazai?"

Probably because he is not from Yokohama, when he speaks Japanese, the end of his words has a slight romantic touch belonging to France, and his deep voice is like a lover's crooning before falling asleep.

Osamu Dazai nodded: "Yes, sir, who are you?"

The elegant man showed a satisfied smile in front of Osamu Dazai, and he stepped in front of Osamu Dazai calmly, his blue eyes were as gentle as ever, and he said gracefully: "I am..."

"The one who came to kill you."

As his voice fell, the overwhelming gravity squeezed towards Dazai Osamu. Dazai Osamu sat on the spot and innocently tilted his head: "Sir, your gravity doesn't seem to work for me."

Verlaine frowned slightly, and he looked at Osamu Dazai with a sense of amazement in his eyes: "You are a person with ineffective supernatural powers, did you expect someone like you to appear in this remote place in Japan? "

He was not short of emotion at the end, he said: "It would be great if I met you sooner."

Then I will definitely bring you back to France as a bargaining chip for me to commit crimes.

It's a pity that after I knew that you were the person my brother was most bound to, Verlaine stretched out his hand like a ghost and pinched Dazai Zhi's neck, and directly pinched red marks on it. He said affectionately: "Unfortunately, it's too late Oh, to me now, my dearest brother, is all I want."

As the bond that keeps my younger brother in Yokohama, there is no need to keep it.

With just one move, Osamu Dazai knew that this person had the most neat and straightforward killing methods he had ever seen.

Because none of his movements of choking Osamu Dazai was superfluous, and he directly pressed on Osamu Dazai's aorta. Only a little force is needed, and Osamu Dazai will die directly.

Death was within reach, but Osamu Dazai couldn't help laughing out loud, tears streaming down his reddened eyes, he said almost sarcastically: "My dear Mr. Verlaine, you don't think that as long as you kill me, you can take Chuya away?"

He affectionately called Chuya Zhongya's name, contentedly watching Verlaine's severe anger rise, and added with a smile.

"I'm Chuya's closest partner. If you kill me, you don't want to take Chuya away from Yokohama."

"I believe you have discovered it through observation for so many days, right? Chuya is a very emotional person." Osamu Dazai curled the corners of his lips proudly, "If he finds out that you killed me, He will..."

"Kill you to avenge me."

When he said these words, Dazai Osamu didn't even blush, as if avenging him was something Chuya Chuya should do as a matter of course.

What he said was taken for granted, when he followed Chuya Nakahara these days, he really discovered how close Dazai Osamu was to him, and Verlaine, who was deeply jealous of him, frowned and retorted: "Impossible. "

Nakahara Chuya and him are the closest younger brothers, how could they turn their faces because of Osamu Dazai, Verlaine thought.

Of course he will take Chuya of the Central Plains away.

But the warm skin belonging to Osamu Dazai in his hands made him not have the courage to press down and kill him. Verlaine could not deny that he resisted what Osamu Dazai said about the future of fighting with Chuya in the Central Plains.

After all, Zhongyuanzhong was the only thing he could hold on to after he abandoned everything.

Satisfied, Osamu Dazai watched this elegant and powerful man reveal his vest in front of him. He raised his eyes and looked sincerely and tenderly at Verlaine's blue eyes that resembled Chuya Nakahara: "So, let's cooperate."

His voice was soft and soft, causing Verlaine to look slightly sideways and said, "Do you want to cooperate with me?"

Osamu Dazai nodded and said, "Yes, I want to take the position of the leader of the port mafia from Mr. Mori."

As he said that, he casually glanced at the table beside him. On it was a bill of the port mafia.

Naturally, Verlaine also saw it, and he wanted to say something, when he heard Osamu Dazai say.

"There will be no one in this world who knows Zhongye better than me, please cooperate with me."

"I will definitely let you achieve your dreams."

What I am looking forward to the most, finally arrived, belongs to the most critical part of Zhongye's dead end in the Central Plains.

Mr Verlaine.

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