As a coser, I am revising the script every day

Verlaine's words were chattering, and there seemed to be no connection between these few words.

Osamu Dazai didn't trust Verlaine too much at this time. After all, Verlaine's words were not that audible to him, so after getting the answer he wanted, he smiled at Verlaine, he said.

"Sometimes I always feel the diversity of human beings."

"Especially when you meet people like you, please never compare me with you, because I have always been a..."

Osamu Dazai turned and left, he stepped out of the basement step by step firmly, until his words disappeared, his last words were heard by Verlaine.

"Gambler."

For Osamu Dazai, a life without challenges is the world that makes him so uncomfortable that he wants to escape.

He is a man who is willing to put his life on the table.

Verlaine was stunned for a moment, he looked towards the figure of Dazai Osamu, and unexpectedly saw the background of Dazai Osamu covered by the light coming in from the only window in this narrow basement, he said nothing He narrowed his eyes and smiled lightly.

"Then let me see how to resolve your deadlock, Dazai-kun."

·

Osamu Dazai ordered a chessboard in his year, and Atsushi Nakajima followed him to order the chessboard.

After entering the port mafia, Atsushi Nakajima relied more and more on Osamu Dazai, and followed Osamu Dazai like a little tail. Atsushi Nakajima asked Osamu Dazai: "Does Mr. Dazai like playing chess?"

Osamu Dazai shook his head: "I don't like it, there is no one in the port mafia who can play chess with me."

Atsushi Nakajima asked a little strangely: "Then Mr. Dazai wants to play chess with himself?"

Standing in the quaint store, Dazai Osamu wiped the pure white paper on the counter and handed it to the white-haired boss in front of him. He glanced at Atsushi Nakajima and said, "I'm going to go down with an invisible person." chess."

It so happened that a passerby opened the door and walked in, and the noisy wind outside the door blew in wantonly, blowing the wind chimes hanging on the eaves of the door to tinkle. Touching the hem of Osamu Dazai's coat, he lowered his head and smiled softly, pinching his neckline, as if talking to himself, saying: "This is a gamble with no bargaining chips."

Nakajima Atsushi didn't hear Dazai's words clearly, he just stood beside Dazai and looked at Dazai in confusion.

He clearly remembered that the day he met Mr. Dazai was in the middle of the night, he was punished by the head of the orphanage to kneel outside the gate of the orphanage. Holding the railing of the gate of the orphanage, he begged the director of the orphanage to let him in.

But in the empty night, only his voice echoed in this quiet place, the howling wind blew the leaves shaking everywhere, and the heavy rain fell on Nakajima Atsushi like ice, almost in Nakajima Atsushi. To lose consciousness in the rain, all of a sudden.

The rain stopped falling on him.

But he could still hear the rain clearly, so Atsushi Nakajima forced himself to open his eyes to see what was in front of him clearly.

He didn't see everything in the dark, he saw him holding up the umbrella and looking at him slightly sideways, a little puzzled...

Osamu Dazai.

With a straight and wide black coat, and a three-piece suit that fit snugly, his soft iris-colored eyes gently curved up, holding an umbrella and saying, "Do you want to go home with me?"

At that moment, Atsushi Nakajima saw a slowly opening book behind him, and the book floated unreally behind Osamu Dazai, like a spirit behind him, stretching and swaying.

But now, after half a year, Atsushi Nakajima finally saw this illusory book behind Osamu Dazai again.

He stretched out his hand, wanting to touch the book tentatively, but when he stretched out his hand, what he touched was nothingness, Atsushi Nakajima grabbed his hand a little strangely.

what happened?

Could it be some strange hallucination in his eyes?

·

Although the chessboard was custom-made by Osamu Dazai and Atsushi Nakajima, in the end it was Chuya Nakahara who took it back.

Nakahara Chuya had just completed the task that day, Dazai Osamu naturally pushed the task to Nakahara Chuya, and then sat in the office, fishing and drawing a self-portrait, while waiting for Nakahara Chuya to come back.

Simply, Osamu Dazai didn't wait long, he waited for a heavy object mixed with gravity to fly over from outside the door.

Osamu Dazai stretched out his hand without raising his head, and a transparent white light flashed across his hand, quickly erasing the gravity on the heavy object, and easily hugged him into his arms, feeling the warm touch of the chessboard , Osamu Dazai raised his head and looked towards the door of the office with a smile: "Chuya, no wonder Mr. Mori said that you have to temper your character. If you keep being so irritable, you will definitely be targeted by the enemy."

Zhongyuan Zhong walked in from the door in a displeased manner, apparently very dissatisfied with what Osamu Dazai said: "What the hell are you talking about? What does this matter have to do with Mr. Mori's telling me to temper my mind?"

He said: "And what kind of crap are you, it cost almost half of my salary card."

Osamu Dazai disassembled the chessboard in front of him, and Nakahara Nakaya looked over, and found that after the simple exterior of the chessboard was disassembled, the inside was as white as jade, and the chess pieces inside were scattered here and there.

Zhongyuan Zhong is also not very interested in these things. To him, spending money is just a series of numbers. He doesn't care about what he buys as long as he finishes spending the money.

Compared with these things, he was more interested in the self-portrait that Osamu Dazai drew before he came.

He casually picked up the self-portrait and looked at it. The absurd colors and lines on it made Nakahara couldn't help laughing: "Alice seems to be more beautiful than you, Dazai."

Osamu Dazai was not angry, he said: "I already knew that Chu is also a person with no taste, so I will not make any special demands on Chu."

Zhongyuan Zhong didn't think so, he said: "What are you using these things for?"

Just now he took a brief glance and found that the chess pieces inside were strangely shaped, but they looked a bit like chess.

Osamu Dazai picked out a pawn from among them.

That's what a king looks like.

Osamu Dazai reached out and handed the chess piece to Chuya Nakahara, and he said, "I will give this chess piece to Chuya."

"Chuya must take good care of it. This is an agreement between me and Chuya, okay?"

Nakahara Nakaya, who didn't want to make an agreement with Osamu Dazai, sighed: "This is originally my thing, okay?!"

·

Dazai Osamu's chess game has not been set up yet, and Mr. Mori, who originally occupied an important position on his chessboard, has disappeared.

Mr. Mori's departure was unexpected by Osamu Dazai.

Because his departure was too unexpected, and when Osamu Dazai hadn't made any preparations, he came so unexpectedly.

And the way he disappeared was also very special, he left quietly during a trip.

It was done so meticulously that it could be said to be an accident, or it could be said that this was a well-planned murder.

In the port mafia, there is no one who is very good at conspiracy and tricks. It is not very difficult to find out the clues of Mr. Sen's accident. This is not an accident.

When the news came out, almost everyone pointed their finger at Osamu Dazai. Osamu Dazai stood at Mr. Mori's funeral and was watched by everyone.

Some of the radical supporters of Mr. Mori wanted to attack Osamu Dazai fiercely, but Osamu Dazai, who did not attack Mr. Mori at all, looked at him coldly. He was upset that his plan had been disrupted.

Whenever someone came forward, he would bear all the anger of Osamu Dazai.

It's a pity that not everyone has the courage to challenge Osamu Dazai when they are angry, so Osamu Dazai was thinking in a boring way, whether to set up a small game for him to bravely step forward to provoke himself, and then successfully trick him when.

Suddenly, he saw Zhong Yuanzhong standing beside him with his head down, his expression was hard to see, as if infinite dust had fallen on him, covering his figure in the shadow.

This kind of Central Plains is also unfamiliar to Osamu Dazai.

In Dazai Osamu's memory, Nakahara Chuya used to like to wear some brightly colored clothes. Dazai Osamu has been watching Nakahara Nakaya wearing gorgeous clothes since the year he met him.

But now, Nakahara is also dressed in white. Standing in the crowd, his orange-red hair looks a bit dull. Osamu Dazai clicked his tongue, expressing emotion for his partner's psychological endurance, but couldn't help sighing. In one breath, he went to talk to Nakahara Chuya.

He said, "Zhongye, don't be afraid."

Nakahara Nakaya raised his head to look at Dazai Osamu, and Dazai Osamu saw the sadness in his eyes that had not faded away, and reached out to hold Nakahara Chuya's hand.

But Zhongya, in the Central Plains, did not escape.

This is probably a rare time when they can rely on each other, no, to be precise, this should be one of the rare times when Chuya is willing to rely on Dazai.

Osamu Dazai would also think about it later, why he stepped forward that day, why he chose to hold Nakahara Chuya's hand that day, and when he suddenly remembered it later, he felt a little emotional.

why?

Probably because he knows what kind of proud person Zhongyuan Zhong is, and it is precisely because he knows what kind of proud person Zhongyuan Zhongye is, that's why he wants to preserve the image of Zhongyuan Zhongye among the crowd and under the eyes of everyone. pride.

Osamu Dazai thought, Zhong is his dog anyway, it is inevitable that as the owner, he should take good care of the dog's mental health.

Until Chuya Nakahara held the leader's laurel crown and bowed his head towards him, Osamu Dazai put on the red scarf that belonged to the leader.

When he sat where Mr. Mori used to sit and looked at Nakahara Chuya's bowed head, he no longer had the slightest interest in wanting Nakahara Chuya to bow his head for him when he was young.

In the past, he eagerly wanted Zhongya Zhongya to bow his head for him, but now he found that he didn't want Zhongyuan Zhongya to bow his head for him, what he wanted to see...

Osamu Dazai thought, what does he want to see?

The book of fate stretched out in front of him, and he watched Zhongyuan Zhongye as a cadre of the port mafia light up a red light, and not far away was the bell of death.

He closed his eyes, where will the inevitable dead end unfold?

·

Osamu Dazai felt that he could no longer sit still and wait for death, he had run out of time.

After becoming the leader of the port mafia, Chuya Nakahara followed him longer and longer, so in order to avoid Chuya Nakahara, Osamu Dazai deliberately dismissed Chuya Nakahara on a certain day.

Then, on this day, Dazai encountered his first direct pursuit after becoming the leader of the port mafia.

The man who chased him was a killer from the Italian Mafia, he ran towards Osamu Dazai expressionlessly, and he used strange abilities that Osamu Dazai had never seen before.

Of course, he didn't succeed. Before he killed Osamu Dazai, he was also killed by the Central Plains who hurried back.

At this time, blood was already oozing from Osamu Dazai's neck, Nakahara also stepped over the corpse on the ground, and walked towards Osamu Dazai.

Obviously he has suffered so many injuries, and obviously this kind of injury is not worth mentioning in the injuries that the Central Plains also suffered.

But at this moment, he looked at the blood stains on Dazai Zhi's neck, but his mind was completely blank, and he only thought about frantically looking for a bandage to stop Dazai Zhi's bleeding.

Osamu Dazai held down Nakahara Chuya's hand, and under Nakahara Chuya's silent gaze, he handed over the roll of bandage himself, and said softly, "Be gentle, Chuya."

Osamu Dazai is just a coward who is afraid of pain.

Zhong Yuan also closed his eyes fiercely, and he gave Osamu Dazai a fierce look: "Did I let you be so negligent?"

Osamu Dazai is not a rookie who has just joined the port mafia, he should know the dangers of being in the port mafia, especially as the leader of the port mafia.

Nakahara couldn't remember how many assassinations he and Osamu Dazai had handled for Mr. Mori before, and he wanted to ask Osamu Dazai where he remembered these assassinations.

Having said that, Nakahara still lowered his head, and tied a bandage on Osamu Dazai with the gentlest and gentlest force.

Osamu Dazai looked at Chuya Nakahara's cheek, which was close at hand, and said, "Chuya, what should I do if something makes my prediction go wrong?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also looked at him strangely: "Isn't this a very normal thing?"

Osamu Dazai was stunned for a moment. After he paused for a long time, he blinked and looked at Chuya Nakahara: "Why do you say it's a normal thing?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also asked him back: "Because you are just a human being."

"As a human being, if there is a little mistake, isn't this a neat thing?"

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