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Atsushi Nakajima's eyes trembled, he never thought that Nakahara would give him such an answer.

He asked, "What if, what if there is no such thing as a secret between them?"

In the dim light of the dungeon, the orange-haired young man's eyes glowed with a lazy and warm color that can only be seen during the day.

He said, "Dun Jun... can I call you that?"

Atsushi Nakajima found that Mr. Nakaya's voice is very sexy. When he called his name, the ending sound rose slightly, as if it was a grand song, he nodded and said: " You can call me whatever you want, Mr.

"Okay." The orange-haired youth nodded, and he asked, "You should have guessed it, I don't belong to this world."

Atsushi Nakajima said: "Yes, Mr. Chuya, I have already guessed that you do not belong to this world, but the leader agrees with you, so I also agree with you with the leader."

What he said was serious, but the orange-haired young man couldn't help but smile, and the corner of his lips curled up: "So, have you ever thought that there is a me in your world, and my world, There is also a completely different Ton-kun?"

Shui Jiangyi's voice was not very heavy, but he clearly saw that after hearing his own voice, Nakajima Atsushi raised his eyes in disbelief, and there was youthful cowardice and a trace of longing in those eyes .

"In Mr. Nakaya's world, is there a me?" Atsushi Nakajima just felt that he was directly knocked out by this sentence. He never dared to assume such a hypothesis. Is there a self in another world?

The faint skylight came in through the only skylight in the port mafia dungeon, and hit the outside of the dungeon. Atsushi Nakajima couldn't help but think of the day when he and Nakahara Chuya met for the first time.

Osamu Dazai lay dying on the bed, and he stood at the door of the operating room, watching Nakahara also drifting away.

At that time, the moonlight cruelly separated him from Chuya's world in the Central Plains, but at this time, it seemed to be glued together without limit, which made him feel a little doubtful.

The orange-haired youth nodded: "Well, there is also a Dunjun in my world, so when I saw Dunjun for the first time, I was very surprised."

"The me in that world." Atsushi Nakajima understood Nakahara Chuya's words, "It's not the same as the me in this world, is it?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he found that Nakahara Chuya's eyes fell on him, and he looked up and down. Atsushi Nakajima has been a well-known big shot in the port mafia for so many years. The port mafia is even more frightened, the God of death in white.

But under the gaze of Zhongyuan Zhongye, he felt that he had nowhere to hide, as if he was not wearing clothes that fit him, and his whole body was soaked in coolness.

Atsushi Nakajima thought, why does Mr. Nakaya look at himself with such eyes?

Is it because the self in another world is worse than the self in this world?

"Yes." The orange-haired young man nodded sharply, "Although Atsu-kun in that world was by Dazai's side, it was completely different from now. By the way, you are curious about what Dazai was like in that world. ?"

Atsushi Nakajima nodded. Speaking of Osamu Dazai, he had a hundred times more confidence in himself: "In the world of Mr. Nakahara, the leader must be a great figure, right? Has he also become the leader of the port mafia?"

The orange-haired young man was amused by Atsushi Nakajima's words. He rested his chin on one hand and said, "Should I say that you are worthy of being Dazai's loyal supporter? No, Dazai did not become the leader of the port mafia, he defected gone."

The word defection hit Nakajima Atsushi's heart like a stone.

"How could it be possible to defect!" Atsushi Nakajima said loudly, "The leader..."

His voice gradually lowered: "Mr. Sen once said that the leader is a person who is born suitable for the Mafia."

Having said that, Atsushi Nakajima couldn't help but began to imagine what Mr. Dazai would be like if he wasn't the leader of the port mafia.

He was surprised to find that he couldn't imagine it at all. The first thing that came to his mind was Osamu Dazai sitting on the leader's seat, looking down on everyone's indifferent expression.The red scarf, like a long shackle, bound him to the throne.

"Tch." The orange-haired young man laughed, "Yeah, he is a natural fit for the Mafia. This doesn't mean that Dazai will be imprisoned in the Port Mafia forever."

The orange-haired youth looked far and long and said: "But, the Dazai of this world, it is impossible to do it, do you know why?"

Atsushi Nakajima asked, "...why?"

He had just said the words, but he felt that he already knew all the answers, but the past Osamu Dazai was too powerful, and no one dared to challenge Osamu Dazai's great authority.

"Because he has no one to rely on." The orange-haired youth said, "In my world, Mr. Sen has not disappeared, Sister Hongye has not died, and none of the five major cadres of the port mafia is absent, and I, in that world , as Dazai Osamu's cadre candidate."

Nakahara Nakaya's short words, but Nakajima Atsushi can't imagine, a grand port mafia.

Does Zhongyuan Zhong also have to exist as a candidate for cadres?

Atsushi Nakajima murmured, but he found that he couldn't make a sound at all.

Fortunately, the Central Plains does not need his answer, he said to himself.

"So, this bastard Dazai can do whatever he wants. After disrupting Mr. Mori's mission, he installed a bomb on my locomotive and blew up my favorite locomotive. That night, all the people in the port mafia Infested, sealed off the entire Yokohama, to track down Osamu Dazai, guess, did they catch up?"

Atsushi Nakajima said firmly, "No."

The orange-haired young man gave him a sideways look: "You know him well, you really don't, that bastard relied on his strength enough to lure people to the largest shopping mall in Yokohama, and set off a grand firework to celebrate his defection."

"And two years later, through the introduction of the Ability Division, you successfully joined Baidao's Armed Detective Agency and became a member of it, and you..."

"It's his subordinate."

"...Armed Detective Agency?" Hearing this familiar name, Atsushi Nakajima's eyes widened, and he showed a rare youthful youthfulness. He said in disbelief, "Mr. Dazai later became a A detective?!"

This familiar name, Atsushi Nakajima can no longer understand, after all, Yokohama is so big.

Except for those small organizations that often find fault with them, Atsushi Nakajima has the most contacts with people from the Armed Detective Agency.

He could almost recognize the people there even with his eyes closed. He put Dazai Osamu in it in disbelief, and he murmured in a low voice: "The leader really won't be killed by Akutagawa Dragon the first second he enters." Was Nosuke assassinated?"

Shui Jiangyi thought about Atsushi Nakajima's conjecture, and the tense atmosphere was almost lost by his laughter.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke assassinated Osamu Dazai!

Then, the orange-haired young man covered his eyes with his hands, covering the smile in the ice-blue eyes, and said with a smile: "No, Akutagawa Ryunosuke was not at the Armed Detective Agency at that time, you, as Dazai, Osamu Dazai's direct subordinates are led by Osamu Dazai himself."

"You don't have to worry about Dazai's poor adaptation, after all, you know very well how strong Dazai's adaptability is."

Atsushi Nakajima nodded subconsciously, indeed, he knew.

After all, he also watched how Osamu Dazai lingered in the banquet, as if he was born to appear in the banquet with ease.

"Then." Atsushi Nakajima said with no lack of longing, "Could the chief become a detective with the same name as Ranpo Edogawa?"

"Him?" The orange-haired youth smiled, "He's not that interested. His daily life in the Armed Detective Agency is to fish in troubled waters, and occasionally commit suicide. By the way, you saved Dazai when he committed suicide. One, and was picked up by Dazai."

Atsushi Nakajima felt that he could not imagine such a first meeting at all.

The first time he and Osamu Dazai met was a gloomy rainstorm, a gloomy forest, a towering cliff, and a closed gate.

But according to Chuya Nakahara, would the first encounter between him and Osamu Dazai in that world be a sunny and sunny day?

He whispered, "Can you describe to me the first meeting between me and the leader?"

Atsushi Nakajima's voice was so soft, I was afraid that if it was louder, it would disturb the past that had already happened, and make him escape into the boundless darkness, never to see light and shadow again.

The orange-haired young man said: "Dazai jumped into the river that evening, tried to commit suicide by jumping into the river, and then floated along the river. As his new partner, Kunikida Doppo had given up on him and was going to rescue Dazai when he was about to drown. , and found that you had jumped into the river."

Nakahara Chuya's voice was calm, without any narrative at all, but Nakajima Atsushi seemed to have entered that world.

Huoshaoyun in the evening was beautiful and gentle. When he was by the river, he met a drowning man.

Then he jumped into the river, the river water in summer is warm, wrapping him warmly, the current passed by his side, he hugged the drowning person in the river, and brought him to the shore.

The drowned man's hair stuck to his face, and when Atsushi Nakajima tried to bend down to brush the hair off his cheek, he found his eyes opened.

It was a pair of iris-colored eyes that seemed to be flawless gemstones.

It doesn't stain any blood, and what it reflects is the sparkling lake.

Atsushi Nakajima woke up in such a river. He looked at Nakahara Nakaya and said, "Thank you for telling such a story. I will treasure this story well."

The orange-haired youth raised his eyebrows: "But it seems that you don't want yourself to be the protagonist of this story."

Atsushi Nakajima was taken aback by what he said, he lowered his head for a while, raised his head and said, "Yes, I don't want me to be the protagonist of this story, even if he is me."

Even if the beginning of this story is so beautiful, the beauty seems to exist in a fairy tale.

However, Nakajima Atsushi also clearly understood that he did not belong to that world.

Atsushi Nakajima in that world met a special Osamu Dazai at a special time, and they had different lives and stories.

However, in the heart of Atsushi Nakajima, the white-clothed god of death of the port mafia, there are also some things that belong to him, and what he wants to cherish. Compared with others, the past may be bleak.

He will always remember the hand that Osamu Dazai stretched out towards him on that rainy night.

I will always remember when Osamu Dazai brought him home, the dim light he saw, and Nakahara Chuya who was cooking borscht in the kitchen under the dim light.

Nakajima Atsushi smiled and said to Nakahara Chuya in front of him.

"If it can be exchanged, I will not exchange it."

"Because what I think of is never a bright future."

All Atsushi Nakajima wanted was to be with the leader, Osamu Dazai.

Just remove all difficulties for him.

Shui Jiangyi looked at the smile on Atsushi Nakajima's face, and he couldn't help but glance sideways.

But he couldn't help but sighed in his heart, and he said, "So, the question you asked me already has an answer."

"If they didn't hide from each other, the ending should be that even if Osamu Dazai defected from the Port Mafia, Nakahara is still a cadre of the Port Mafia. They have changed from each other's partners to each other's enemies."

The orange-haired young man's eyes were soft: "Dazai is still the same bastard who would touch my bedroom key, and then lie carelessly on my bed to sleep."

All the stories, plus if, then this assumption, never makes sense.

In this doomed story, the past cannot be changed.

However, there is a future.

Atsushi Nakajima understood Nakahara Chuya's words, something seemed to flash in his eyes, and he said to Nakahara Chuya, "Then you, is that why you came here?"

As soon as he finished speaking, there was an explosion sound not far away.

Atsushi Nakajima, who has rich experience, immediately wanted to go out to find out, but was held back by the orange-haired young man in front of him.

The hand of the orange-haired young man pressed Atsushi Nakajima's wrist lightly, but it seemed that there were countless forces suppressing him, making Atsushi Nakajima unable to move.

Atsushi Nakajima saw Nakahara Nakaya stand up, a circle of gold rims flashed on the top hat on his head, and said with a little tenderness in his ice blue eyes: "You finish writing this report and take it to Osamu Dazai."

"I'm going to clean up those people."

"Me." Atsushi Nakajima wanted to say something.

But before he could speak, he was interrupted by Zhong Yuan, and the person who interrupted him said arrogantly.

"Why? Do you think that you are more powerful than me?"

Atsushi Nakajima didn't dare to speak anymore, he watched Chuya Nakahara walking towards the outside, and he also ran towards the ground with Chuya Nakahara.

I saw that outside the magnificent building of the Port Mafia, a group of arrogant supernatural powers blew up a branch of the Port Mafia.

And Chuya Zhongyuan flew towards that group.

·

Shui Jiangyi cleaned up the group of people like cutting melons and vegetables.

After disposing of that group of people, he didn't rush to go back, he casually found a coffee shop in Yokohama and walked in.

To stall for time.

After all, at this time, in the eyes of Osamu Dazai and Atsushi Nakajima, he shouldn't be so strong.

The system gave Shui Jiangyi a thumbs up: "Yiyi, you have become more and more cautious recently."

Shui Jiangyi turned a deaf ear to his flattery, he sat down by the floor-to-ceiling window, smiled at the waiter who brought him coffee, and asked the system: "Do you think that what I just said to Atsushi Nakajima , might it work?"

The system said: "According to my observation just now, his heartbeat is fluctuating very fast. I feel that he is about to accept the setting that you come from another world, but Osamu Dazai..."

The sound of the system is a bit embarrassing.

Shui Jiangyi also sighed, he could clearly see Dazai Osamu's attitude.

Now Osamu Dazai doesn't want to negotiate with Shui Jiangyi. In fact, Shui Jiangyi feels that Dazai Zhi's biggest suspicion should be suspicion whether what Shui Jiangyi said is true and whether it is to coax him.

What Shui Jiangyi said in that passage was half true and half false. What was false was that he did not actually own the book like Dazai Osamu, and it was not a perfect ending. The Central Plains of that world also died.

Really... Chuya Nakahara in that world did know the news of Osamu Dazai's death, and then with a strong will, he was attracted to the system to form the reincarnation in which Nakahara Chuya's body was replaced by Mizue Yi.

Chuya Nakahara's last wish is that he wants Osamu Dazai to live.

live on.

Shui Jiangyi's eyes fell on the bitter coffee.

As he once said, Osamu Dazai's suicide was actually a way of survival.

The more he pursued death, the more it meant that Osamu Dazai knew that someone could pull him out of the abyss of despair.

But when Osamu Dazai gave up even this way of survival, it meant that his mental state was already very tense, as if walking a tightrope, he walked barefoot on the tightrope, under the tightrope It is an abyss.

If Osamu Dazai is not careful, he will fall from the top.

Now he is just concentrating on wanting Zhongyuan Zhongya to live, and that is a line that keeps reminding him that he cannot die.

But Osamu Dazai has now guessed from Verlaine that there may be a way to replace his life with his life.

It was really hard for Shui Jiangyi not to doubt.

In the end, Osamu Dazai's jump from the building was related to the method he learned.

It can only be reversed a little bit.

"Tsk." Shui Jiangyi buried his head and took a sip of coffee, the bitter taste made his brain clearer.

He blinked his eyes, stood up from his seat, went to the bar to buy some snacks, and was going to go back to test Osamu Dazai.

When going out from the gate.

A man in a light-colored suit walked past him, and the wind chimes on the door jingled.

Shui Jiangyi clearly heard the boss calling that person's name affectionately.

"Hey, Oda, why did you come to buy bread so early today?"

·

Shui Jiangyi went back with snacks.

Then he was surrounded heavily, and the first person to surround him was Atsushi Nakajima.

During this battle, Shui Jiangyi counted carefully, good guy, there are twenty or thirty people around him, he couldn't help teasingly thinking, is this the entire combat power of the port mafia here? ?

There was no panic at all, he said to Atsushi Nakajima: "Did something happen?"

Atsushi Nakajima gave him a complicated look, then said softly, "Come with me."

On the way there, Atsushi Nakajima carefully explained to him the reason for this.

"Shortly after you went after that group of people, there was an explosion there, and the stronghold of that organization was directly blown up." Atsushi Nakajima said carefully, "But I can't contact you again, the leader informed me At that time, I saw the chief lose his temper for the first time."

angry?Osamu Dazai?

Shui Jiangyi instantly felt the fear of being dominated by Osamu Dazai. He half-closed his eyes and began to inquire about the news: "Is he angry with me, or with the explosion?"

Atsushi Nakajima shook his head: "The leader didn't tell me, but our people found out."

"The group of people who planted the bomb came from overseas and their organization is unknown."

"So, I just took someone there to find you back."

As a result, before he had gone for a long time, he saw Zhongyuan Zhongya come back.

Shui Jiangyi immediately thought of the day when Osamu Dazai's relationship with Chuya in the Central Plains changed.

That day, he was assassinated by a hitman from the Italian mafia.

……

For a moment, Shui Jiangyi squeezed the dessert bag's hand tightly.

Nakajima Atsushi took him to the chief's office.

Shui Jiangyi pushed open the door, and he saw Osamu Dazai sitting at the head of the chief's office.

His pale complexion was still the same, but compared to yesterday, at least he was a little more angry, reflecting his calm, iris-colored eyes a little more popular.

Shui Jiangyi closed the door, walked towards Osamu Dazai, and stood in front of him without speaking.

The room was empty, very quiet, so quiet that only the breathing of two people could be heard.

Osamu Dazai said, "Chuya."

Shui Jiangyi carefully tasted his tone, very flat tone, but he seemed to be able to hear the ups and downs hidden below, he was really angry...

He placed the dessert bag in his hand on Dazai Osamu's table, and the plastic bag made a rustling sound.

This thing appeared in Dazai Osamu's luxurious pecking rice line, it seemed so inappropriate, but it returned to the past in an instant.

In the past, when Nakahara made Osamu Dazai angry, he also liked to buy such a small snack and put it on Osamu Dazai's table.

In fact, it wasn't that Dazai Zhi told him whether he liked it or not, but that Nakahara Chu couldn't coax Dazai too much, so he went to ask his subordinates for their advice.

The subordinates specially used this trick to coax their little daughter.

Dazai Osamu's eyelashes trembled, like the wings of a butterfly perched on a flower. He raised his hand to hold the plastic bag, and tightly clenched his hands with distinct phalanges.

He looked up at Shui Jiangyi.

Osamu Dazai asked Mizue Yidao.

"It doesn't need to be so sharp and blunt, can't it?"

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