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No regrets.

Osamu Dazai leaned against the desk with his arms folded, looking at the dark floor-to-ceiling windows. Those windows had not passed electricity for four years, no regrets. For some reason, such a sentence suddenly flashed through his mind.

No regrets, he repeated it several times, Osamu Dazai seldom thinks wildly, some reasons force him to spend his time in eight petals every day, so it is inconceivable that there is such a sentence in his head, no regrets, he thinks After a while, he felt that he should have nothing for him to regret, so he smiled.

Who doesn't regret it.

He has regretted many things, bit by bit, bit by bit, from his birth to now more than 20 years, there are always some choices to regret for a while, the difference is only more regrets or less regrets, but now he looks at the past His own self has a condescending meaning, which should not be, because the Dazai Osamu who is under his scrutiny does not know that his actions will be picked out by his future self for a long time, but if the past Dazai Osamu knew, he would definitely He sneered and scolded that his brain was sick.

Sure enough, he is not young anymore, he thought.

He woke up alone in a hotel in Eze a few years ago, with a small cube in his hand, belatedly remembering that he had sent the cat back, and luckily all went well and managed to get rid of it The enemy was not injured. After checking the circle, he suddenly had nothing to do. The window was open. On a cloudy day in late autumn, the wind blew in through the window. He sat for a while, put on his coat and went out. cold.

Eze is a Mediterranean town in the south of France. Walking up the hillside, you can see the blue sea. Unfortunately, the weather was bad that day, and he was not in a good mood. He always felt that the sea was dark and covered with gray, but he He still insisted on visiting the town alone without thinking about anything. He was very happy and at ease. A few days later, he took a plane back to Yokohama, found Chuya Nakahara, and said that you had to go on a business trip.

where to gothe other party asked.

France, don't you know French?

Zhong Yuanzhong also looked at him in surprise, saying when did I know French, why didn't I know?He waved his hand and said I remember wrong, but you still have to go to France, no one can clean up the mess except you.

One day after dismissing Nakahara Chuya, he drove Mori Ogai from his position as the leader of the port mafia.

He had planned this matter for a long time, and practiced it alone many times, so that he knew every step by heart. The only thing he didn't expect was that those tricks and methods were useless at all. Ogai is really not a difficult task. He can pass through the five buildings of the port mafia. He can push the door of the chief's office without saying hello. After seeing him, Alice still just focused on drawing on the ground without looking at it He glanced.

His method of seeking power and usurping the throne is really not very glorious, and he is very angry.

That night, he pushed open the two thick doors, and the other party was thinking about something in front of a pile of documents. He passed Alice, walked a few steps forward, and tried to stick a syringe in the man's neck, quack medical skills No, there is a way to kill people. A scalpel is a sharp blade that kills people. He will naturally lose the wind. After all, he is an underground black doctor who can fight with Fukuzawa Yukichi a few times.

He looked at Mori Ogai, the other party didn't express much surprise about it, but felt a little regretful that he had to destroy a beautiful statue that took a lot of effort to carve, so Mori Ogai grumbled rarely , just like the stupid villain in the stories this man told him when he was young, why?He asked like this, I still don't understand why you want to do this to this extent.

In the dimly lit room, a little blond girl in a red dress stood aside, staring at him expressionlessly. He sat on the familiar carpet and rubbed the intricate lines with his hands.

Mr. Mori, I got the book.

With the scalpel in Mori Ogai's hand that could fall at any moment, he calmly revealed everything as planned, put malice and anger on a plate and threw it in front of his guardian. He knew that his guardian would What kind of reaction, like him, since then Mori Ogai can't sleep well day and night, yes, Mr. Mori, I got the book, I lived another three years, the world is fake, there are only three The people above know that the world where books exist is about to be destroyed, and you are the second insider——

So the needle stuck into Mori Ogai's neck.

In another world, Mori Ogai dealt with Fukuzawa Yukichi in this way in the co-phagia incident, such a disgraceful act of diverting attention and then attacking. It was despicable but effective, so he used it to deal with Mori Ogai, and it was also effective.

"Happy birthday."

Zhong Yuanzhong also pushed open the door of the chief's office, the hem of his suit jacket was stained with gunpowder smoke, "Why don't you turn on the light?"

The chief's office is spacious, and the display utensils are all expensive antiques. The European style is exactly the same as when the previous generation was in power. The ceiling and floor are all black, and the walls are also black, so it doesn't matter whether the lights are turned on or not. The difference, as the person who stayed in this office for the second longest time, he proposed to repaint it more than once. Party leader, you are only the top cadre, so you have to listen to my crap like that, forcefully dismissed the proposal.

Even though turning on and off the lights didn't make much sense, Zhong Yuanzhong still pressed the master control switch, and at the same time looked at the person at the table, raised slightly to show him the birthday cake in his hand, happy birthday, he said.So the person at the table turned around. Osamu Dazai was wearing an expensive and high-end black suit, a tie, a black overcoat, and a soft red scarf around his neck. He squeezed a cigarette, and when he saw the cake, he was really startled for a moment, and then he rolled his eyes.

"For me?"

"Otherwise, who will it be?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also rudely swept away the messy papers on the desk and tidied up a clean place. No matter how long it has been, no matter how much this person has changed, only the habit of being too lazy to tidy up has never changed. Osamu Dazai bent his eyes and watched him scrape the printing paper all over the place, and put out the cigarette butt in the ashtray casually: "Is this a bribe for the leader?"

Zhongyuan Zhongye didn't even raise his eyelids, and replied "Fuck off" before opening the cake gift box. His behavior did not show a trace of respect. At the moment, there were only the two of them in the chief's office, and they didn't even need the usual pretentious respect. To the outside world, , Osamu Dazai is the mysterious and terrifying leader of the port mafia, countless blood and violence were born under his lightly ordered orders, but in the middle of the Central Plains, Osamu Dazai is nothing.

It must be said that Osamu Dazai is the annoying suicidal bastard, the sick-minded black slime, the boss who hates but has to put up with it, his ex-partner, the grim brat he tried to befriend a long time ago.

Zhong Yuanzhong also unwrapped the gift pack of candles, counted silently in his heart, and inserted candles one by one. The candles were thin, tall, and brightly colored. He stopped after counting to 22. The cake was not too big. After a few candles, it didn't look so good. He frowned and took a closer look, then took out the lighter from his pocket.

"Don't you hate me so much that you can't see it?"

The man inexplicably picked up the gift package of candles, and put three more candles on the cake. He heard Dazai Osamu's voice with a smile on his face, "I didn't even realize that today is my birthday."

Nakahara also looked at the other party, Osamu Dazai used a tone that couldn't tell what it was like, and seemed to be just a simple exclamation: "It's strawberry cake."

"You are very self-aware." He said, "I bought it on a whim."

Immediately he heard Osamu Dazai say his thanks in a serious and authentic way: "Thank you, Chuya."

Zhong Yuanzhong also twitched the corner of his lower lip, didn't say anything, just cut a piece of cake and handed it over, then cut a piece of cake for himself, then dragged a chair to sit on it, cut off a corner of the cake with a fork and put it in his mouth, After running around for a long time before, even he was a little tired.

The whim is true, it is true to remember Osamu Dazai's birthday, and it is true that they will not return to the age of 15.

Changing to the former Nakahara Chuya, I would never have imagined that one day he would be called the leader of Dazai Osamu, nor would he have imagined that he would bring Dazai Osamu a birthday cake, let alone that this man would finally lose his youthful spirit. He is no longer as nervous as he used to be, and he no longer dangles his legs and plays games while doing business. He has become a qualified mafia leader and a mature adult man.

And as time goes by, especially in recent years, Osamu Dazai has become more and more gentle, so gentle that he can be called gentle.

If he said this, he would probably be arrested and imprisoned for spreading rumors. After all, the word gentle is really incompatible with Osamu Dazai and the leader of the port mafia. Even Atsushi Nakajima, the white death god of the port mafia, is afraid of Osamu Dazai. Changed from a tiger to a kitten, but Nakahara also knew that his feeling was not an illusion, anyone who was familiar with Osamu Dazai four years ago or seven years ago—sorry, he forgot, Osamu Dazai had no friends.

But if Osamu Dazai had a friend, that friend would surely agree with him.

In the past, this person held unreasonable malice towards everything, those iris eyes were deeper than underground mines, and under the beautiful shell was a monster, dirtier than sewers, rotted long ago, some people were confused by this person's appearance Wanting to change his little girl, even the Port Mafia has good people who have good intentions for him, but Osamu Dazai not only refuses to accept those good intentions, but also steps on them, shooting each other's good intentions with bullets It was crushed.

But what about Dazai now?The current Dazai Osamu can solemnly say thank you to him, this person has finally learned not to trample on other people's heart, no matter if it is kind or sincere, those kite-colored eyes are extremely dark, illuminated by candlelight It can also be a little brighter, and finally stopped pulling out the smile that could scare Alice, but replaced it with a gentle and calm smile, the eyebrows and eyes softened a lot.

It's just that with his status, no one can touch him anymore.

"It's too sweet." Zhong Yuan said, "I won't buy it next time."

"I feel fine."

Nakahara also watched Osamu Dazai cut another piece, lowered his eyes and ate it gracefully, then cut another piece, and another piece, this man was pale, with a tired smile, one eye was wrapped in a bandage, fluffy and curly The hair covered his forehead, and when Osamu Dazai cut the fourth piece, he removed the cake in advance: "I didn't ask you to eat it as a meal."

Osamu Dazai smiled, wiped the fork clean with a paper towel, and put it back on the plate. The face of the port mafia leader was still very beautiful, and there was nothing wrong with Nakahara Chuya's picky aesthetic. He was indeed very good-looking. A face and a body finally grew completely, with slender fingers and well-defined joints. He pressed the coffee machine next to him and waited for the bitter black liquid to fill the glass. He heard Zhong Yuanzhong also casually said One sentence: "You are also similar to that brat."

"... Ah." Osamu Dazai showed a wry smile: "I will try my best."

The brat that Chuya Nakahara was talking about was none other than Atsushi Nakajima, the frightening white god of death of the port mafia.

When mentioning Atsushi Nakajima, one has to mention the phrase no regrets. Osamu Dazai didn’t have many regrets in his life, but Atsushi Nakajima is definitely one of them.

Thinking about it now, he felt that there was really no need to torment the child like this, almost to the point of ruining him, but four years ago, Osamu Dazai was not as peaceful and impatient as he is now. It was spent on Akutagawa—his education for Akutagawa in the last three years was terrible, with violence, pain, and fear, he was not a good thing, let alone a good teacher.

"There is a man among my acquaintances who is raising orphans alone. If the person who picked you up in the slums was Oda Saku, he would never leave you and guide you patiently. That would be correct." He once said Say that to Akutagawa.

Osamu Dazai is very clear about what is right and how to be a good teacher, but he is not, and he does not want to. Four years ago, he was not in the mood to guide a slum boy to learn to grow up correctly.

So he stood against the moonlight, against the dim starry sky, faced the Rashomon attacking him, and looked at the black evil dog kicked away by him with only half life left.

——Then this time, let Odasaku teach you, it will be better for you.

So he picked up a little tiger with snow-white fur from the slums and went back.

"So what are you going to do with that kid? Tell me in advance, don't expect to throw him to me, it's too troublesome, and I don't want to clean up your mess." Zhong Yuanzhong also covered his face and sighed, with a slightly mocking tone: " The white death of the port mafia...? How dare you say it."

"Let me think about it again." Osamu Dazai admitted his mistake very frankly: "I was too eager for quick success."

"The only thing that can eliminate fear is fear? A guy who needs to live with this kind of belief." Nakahara also sneered, and his voice was cold: "The collar you put on him is also wicked enough, Dazai, let him stay away from me point, if you dare to arrange him to work under my hands again, I will kill you."

"Okay, okay." Faced with the unfeigned killing intent, Osamu Dazai raised the corners of his lips, tapped his fingertips on the table, and smiled at him a bit viciously: "After all, there will be a bigger mess waiting for you to clean up later." Woolen cloth."

"what?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also glanced at the other party in disgust, but didn't say much. He leaned back against the back of the chair. He took the hat off his head, turned it around in his hand, and put it on his face.

He really dislikes Atsushi Nakajima, but he really can't stand it.

In the final analysis, it is the problem of Osamu Dazai. Ever since the day he was picked up by this man, Atsushi Nakajima has been immersed in the psychological shadow of killing the director of the orphanage—his adoptive father. According to Nakahara, this is not a problem It can be healed naturally if you leave it alone, or you can force it to overcome it with some stimulation, but Dazai Zhizhi can't do it. He instilled a set of fallacies in the child-the only thing that can overwhelm fear is fear.

Aren't you afraid of the fact that you killed your adoptive father?Very well, I endowed you with a deeper fear, and you no longer fear the trivial things.

So in the eyes of others, the white god of death who kills like hemp and doesn't know what fear is, in Zhongyuan Zhong also seems to be just a frightened child, a poor kid who can't live without Dazai Osamu's order, unstable and neurotic—— — But he is not the same as Dazai Osamu a few years ago, he was forced to be like this by Dazai Osamu.

That's right, it is eager for quick success, and it has good results in a short period of time. You can exchange a frightened kid for a powerful combat power, but in the long run...

In the long run—?

long?

Zhong Yuanzhong also suddenly took off the hat on his face, sat up straight, stared at the pair of kite-colored eyes with a gentle smile, his gaze passed over that beautiful face inch by inch, no, no, no, this Everything is so wrong, isn't it?

"... I have an acquaintance in the orphanage. He is impeccable in every way. He is very good at teaching students. I will trouble him to teach me later." He heard the man's gentle and deep voice.

Wait a minute.

Is Osamu Dazai supposed to look like the man in front of him?

A long, long time ago, so long that Osamu Dazai hadn't become like this, so long that Osamu Dazai was still a lifeless and world-weary kid, before he locked himself in this all-black room, and it was so long ago that Nakahara just joined the port mafia.

At that time, he had no memory of the past, nor did he have much common sense. At that time, they were still young and immature, wearing dark suits and pretending to be mature. His good partner would laugh at him when he was fine, and occasionally he would Say a few decent words, one of which he still remembers now.

"Zhongye, the stars you see are actually dead long ago."

Some stars are floating in a silent place hundreds of millions of light years away, dying silently. When they are dying, they emit a little light that passes through the universe, and after hundreds of millions of years, it falls into his eyes. The starlight only feels beautiful, but does not know that the dying star has long lost its last bit of warmth and died a long, long time ago.

But he and Osamu Dazai are not really close friends, let alone friends, and he doesn't know why he suddenly remembered a tiny picture that was sealed in the faded memory.

So he asked casually: "Eager for quick success? Why were you eager for quick success?"

Osamu Dazai blinked: "At that time, I just took over as the leader of the port mafia. You know, I didn't show up much before, so it was difficult to convince the public."

That's right, Zhongyuan Zhong also thought.

"What's the mess that's going to be thrown at me?"

"Speaking of this." Osamu Dazai changed his sitting position, crossed his long legs, leaned on his chin with his palm, and tilted his head with a smile: "If I want to trouble you for a business trip, I'll buy the air ticket for you. Destination is Rome, flight tomorrow afternoon."

Osamu Dazai opened the small drawer on the side of the elegant desk, and took out a brand-new airline ticket from it. Nakahara also caught a glimpse of an envelope in the drawer. It is printed with simple patterns, very formal, and the handwriting on the outside of the envelope is very familiar. The handwriting is correct and full of character. It is Dazai Osamu's handwriting. He is also very familiar with the writing, and it is his name.

"what is that?"

"The job I'm going to give you later."

While they were talking, the pitch-black wall behind them suddenly sounded, tick-tock, clatter, and Zhong Yuanzhong also remembered that it was actually a window that was not powered on, and the raindrops continued. Knocking on the glass, the sound was really majestic, like hitting a piece of iron, Dazai Osamu turned his face and stared at the dark window intently, as if he saw the light gray rain curtain and the church made of red bricks .

"It's raining." Osamu Dazai said, and lit another cigarette, the smoke was filled with moisture: "It's time to eat cherries."

Zhong Yuanzhong also took the ticket: "It's already midsummer."