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No matter what happened this time, Shuanghei has become one of the most powerful trump cards of the port mafia, and his reputation in the inner world is about to turn into a physical threat letter. Even if Zhongyuan is not in the port mafia, he can be regarded as a good person. In the beginning, Mori Ogai cooperated with Osamu Dazai a few times, but later on he held the mentality that it doesn’t matter if he doesn’t resist, and let Osamu Dazai act as a monster—in any case, they could bring absolute victory to the port mafia in the end.

But Osamu Dazai became more and more abnormal day by day. In Nakahara Chuya's words, this man put himself in a glamorous shell. In Ozaki Koyo's eyes, bringing out what other people know means that "the brat Dazai has finally matured a bit."

Hearing Koyo Ozaki's comment, Osamu Dazai silently rolled his eyes and did not refute.

However, Zhongyuan Zhongye's direct subordinates, as well as members of the port mafia who can deal with cadres but do not have a deep relationship, sometimes wonder if the combination of double black is a little watery, and even feel a little worthless for Zhongyuan Zhongye .

Zhongyuan Zhong also once again suppressed the small-scale resistance of the hostile organization, rolled down the car window, sat in the back seat and lit a cigarette. A subordinate of a strong man who was just transferred over did not know why he came from the back after a while. The mirror glanced at him, sighed for a long time, then glanced at him again after a while, and sighed for a long time, and the whole Central Plains felt uncomfortable.

Finally, he couldn't bear to cut off the butt of the cigarette: "Speak up if you have something to say."

The man groaned for a long time, but still told the truth under the gaze of Zhongye Zhongyuan.

Immediately after he saw Mr. Zhongyuan, who was extremely respected by them and did not change his expression in the rain of bullets, his eyes were wide open in shock and he did not speak for a long time. The cigarette in his hand almost burned his fingers.

In the end, he scolded the bastard without saying a word.

It was only then that Chuya Nakahara knew that Osamu Dazai had made Shuanghei into "Mr. Nakahara and his useless partner".

This person actually planted this impression in other people's minds. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that Osamu Dazai was not a thing—after all, the reason why his subordinates had this idea was purely because Osamu Dazai was too lazy to die. If there is no one, all the work is pushed to him. He is usually elusive, and he has not shown his face a few times.

Osamu Dazai is useless?

Nakahara Chuya has never heard anything more absurd than "Osamu Dazai is useless" in his life. This person lives like a monster who has become a spirit. He has no plans to leave no stone unturned. It is an exaggeration to say that after the Verlaine incident, the size of the port mafia has expanded several times compared to the original, and half of it is due to Osamu Dazai.

He also thought about grabbing Osamu Dazai and letting him work hard, but the relationship between the two of them is actually not as good as outsiders imagined. He thought it would be better to maintain the status quo, but he was a little curious the next day, so he asked casually.

"What do you do every day?"

After asking Nakahara, he regretted it. He had already foreseen Dazai Osamu with a teasing smile, "Oh, Chuya, you really care about me", or a snort, "I can't see that the dwarf is so interested in my life recently." interest" and so on, after all, this is how they got along when they were 15 years old, and he was about to add that he just said it casually and had no other meaning—

Osamu Dazai turned his head, looked at him and smiled, without any perfunctory, said seriously: "I have a cat."

Nakahara also let out an oh in a daze, looked at Dazai, and didn't know how to respond anymore, he felt that Dazai shouldn't have said these things to him logically, it was too private, especially for Dazai, he suddenly had a feeling He briefly glimpsed a part of the real illusion under the human shell, but the reason why he could glimpse it was because Osamu Dazai didn't keep him out of the shell.

The reason why he had such a subtle feeling was, in the final analysis, because they were not that familiar.

He tried his best to convince himself that it was just an illusion, maybe Dazai Osamu just had a sudden desire to talk, after all, everything this person did was normal, as expected, Dazai Osamu also paused for two seconds after speaking, his kite-colored peach eyes blinked Blink, and then no more ivory came out of his mouth. After a few words, the veins on Nakahara Nakaya's forehead were throbbing.

He did have a cat, which was not very good-tempered and biting at every turn.

Osamu Dazai has to go back through the entire city center, from the West District to the East District, he is a lazy person, to a large extent he throws all his work to the Central Plains for this reason, it takes too long to go back and forth, Before arriving at the destination, he turned out from Exit No. [-] of the subway station familiarly, walked along the road for a while, and turned again. A middle-aged man selling pastries with a cloth sign in the alley saw him. When he opened his mouth, he was already familiar with the request.

"Two pieces of matcha Daifuku and milk tea with double sugar?"

Osamu Dazai took out a handful of coins from his coat pocket and put them on the counter, pushed a few more forwards, took the rest back and put them away, and when the coins fell into his pockets, they collided and made a clanging sound, the middle-aged man thought After thinking about it, he stuffed a few candies into his plastic bag.

After buying these things, Osamu Dazai walked along the alley with a cheap plastic bag. This area was built after the explosion on Rabo Street. It grew wildly and without planning. There were stairs and slopes everywhere. After 10 minutes, the black coat was too hot to wear, so I took it off and put it on my arms, and finally arrived at the destination—the basement, no, that includes the basement on the first floor.

He leaned on the broken iron door to open a crack, and slipped in lightly. As soon as he entered the door, he saw Wutiao Wuwo hitting Mario on the small sofa with a painted handle, wearing a large T-shirt with a weeping cat head. T-shirt, after seeing Osamu Dazai, his bowed back straightened a little, his blue eyes extending like the sky glanced at this man unhappy, and his eyes fell on the plastic bag in the other party's hand, those eyes again Light up suddenly.

"I'm dying of exhaustion, it's so hot outside."

Osamu Dazai wrinkled his nose half-deadly and threw his coat on the stacked cardboard boxes full of sundries, and then turned over on the small sofa. Gojo Satoru's game was at a critical juncture, and a hairy head suddenly appeared on his thigh.

Osamu Dazai rolled his eyes, and when Gojo Satoru was manipulating Mario to eat mushrooms, he stretched out his index finger and pressed the game console. The red villain just jumped halfway, but was interrupted by him, and fell to the ground with a bang.

Gojo Satoru heard the notification that the game was over, and his whole body exploded. He had been recording for most of the day, but he was tossed by Dazai Osamu, who was lying on his lap shamelessly. Seeing him laughing, Gojo Gojo just wanted to explode, but Dazai Osamu stuffed a piece of matcha Daifuku into his mouth just in time.

Sweet as hell.

Gojo Gojo wanted to finish eating this piece of Daifuku before settling accounts with Osamu Dazai. He pinched the Daifuku with his fingers and gnawed it quickly, and all the crumbs of the pastry fell onto Dazai Osamu's fluffy hair, and then smashed a small piece to this person. Gojo Satoru glanced down at the corner of his mouth, and stretched out his hand to rub it. As soon as he touched the man's skin, Osamu Dazai turned his head and licked his finger.

Gojo Satoru rolled his eyes vigorously, and reached out to grab the second piece.

Osamu Dazai lay moaning for a while, then sat up and kissed him. This man's kissing skills were so good that people complained, but Gojo Gojo was halfway through the kiss, and suddenly saw the shining iris eyes of the man. Smiling, he suddenly realized that he had fallen into the pit again.

Osamu Dazai is well versed in the essence of pushing the nose on the face. He raised his hand and rubbed the five soft snow-white hairs with half-stretch and half-stroking. Feeling a little comfortable, my fingers dexterously got into the hem of the Weeping Cat T-shirt, and just touched it a few times before being held down by the person in front of me expressionlessly.

"I always feel that you are whoring me."

Osamu Dazai blinked innocently, and said how is it possible, whoring or not, aren't we pure love?

"Fart! How can there be such pure love!"

Osamu Dazai kicked his knees, and tried to straighten his legs on the small sofa in a daze. His lower body was basically hanging outside, and he lay straight on the five Wu legs and yelled loudly: "Why is it not pure love!"

"Then what do you mean by pure love?"

Osamu Dazai: "Only the movies you watch are pure love? Okay, let's go to the classroom of the Kiyocho Girls' High School at night, you stand on the podium, and then I get under the desk and kneel for you... Uh huh !"

Dazai Osamu's mouth that had just been kissed was covered by Gojo Satoru, and a few slender and strong fingers were tightly pressed together, pressing his side face to ensure that this person would not make a sound, leaving only two Then he found that Dazai Osamu was really good-looking, so he could see it to the extreme, but this man insisted on wrapping half of his face with a bandage. If he didn't have six eyes locked when he first came, he would have thought What is the injury of this man.

Gojo Satoru frowned and stared at him for a while: "So you are not only prostitution, you are also taking me for dinner."

Osamu Dazai grabbed Gojo Satoru's hand, and finished what he hadn't finished saying: "... 口."

Hearing Gojo Satoru's meal replacement theory, even Dazai Osamu stared at the man without saying a word for a long time. After a while, he slowly collapsed and stretched out his arms to wrap around the tight waist of the man so as not to be caught by Gojo Satoru. Angrily pulled to the ground: "Whose meal replacement do I take you for, Mr. Wutiao."

"Me." Gojo Goto said persistently, you take me as a meal replacement for 29-year-old Gojo Goto.

Osamu Dazai folded his arms with a smile: "No, no, not at all, you are much purer than Mr. Wujo."

Gojo Satoru grabbed his collar and pulled it down. Dazai Osamu was like a sticky candy and couldn't pull it off. He just pulled it twice when Dazai Osamu turned over and faced him with a very wicked smile. : "So you don't have any complaints about the mouth of the desk, ah, who is the person who was full of pure love just now?"

Gojo Wu peeled a piece of candy and stuffed it into the man's mouth: "I just want pure love, so you can take care of it? I'm still a dk, what's wrong with a little pure love?"

The plot described by Osamu Dazai just now sounds terrible, but the plot of the movie they watched the night before yesterday was regarded by countless young couples as a heart-pounding and romantic classic pure love scene-Gojo Satoru borrowed a bunch of movie discs a while ago, Looking at one by one, "Close Love" happened to be the last one. Before the male and female protagonists confirmed their relationship, the female student finally couldn't suppress her liking and was ready to confess her love to the teacher.

The first two confessions failed, and the third time the heroine was so nervous that she hid in the podium in a hurry, took advantage of class and secretly pulled the teacher's trouser leg, and then picked up a notebook.

"I hate the teacher the most, but I like it very much." The young and handsome teacher stood for a while without saying a word, raised his hand to touch the pen on the table, and then lowered his body to pick it up.

—Desk kiss.

The warm white sunlight, pure white curtains, breeze, and pure love made the audience's breath a lot easier.

The term "desk kiss" is derived from this movie, but Osamu Dazai dozed off after watching it. He slept very lightly and woke up again and again. Gojo Satoru was sleeping dimly on his lap, but Gojo Satoru liked it very much. The actor who played the heroine was just like him in terms of aesthetics. With pure deer eyes and soft black straight hair, he looked incomparably pure.

Gojo Satoru thought that Osamu Dazai was the opposite of his ideal type.

Xiaolu has neither eyes nor straight black hair. He plucked this man's soft and fluffy curly hair, and found that even when he was asleep, there was a smile on his lips, and the corners of his eyebrows and eyes were full of flair. No wonder he could be deceived by this face. Seeing so many women, he poked Osamu Dazai's cheek with his fingertips: "Why are you not pure at all?"

The movie is an old-fashioned love story. At the end, the heroine went to college and reunited with the hero when she came back from further studies. After she got rid of the identity of teachers and students, there was no obstacle between them. The CD player stopped spinning and stopped, and the movie was long. The watch was finally finished, Gojo Satoru leaned forward, opened the CD player, took out the disc, and put it in again.

The screen flickered, and the movie returned to the beginning. The heroine walked through the corridor with the book in her arms. Osamu Dazai was awakened by his movement, and turned his face in a daze: "It's finally over?"

Gojo Satoru stared at the heroine without blinking: "Not yet."

Osamu Dazai hummed, and at this time the heroine started to speak the lines, he knew something was wrong after hearing a sentence, got up and went to pick the disc slot of the CD player, Gojo Satoru pulled him back by the ankle, and then Osamu Dazai grabbed I took a piece of other movie discs to hammer his face, and they started fighting within two strokes——Gojo Satoru is just an ordinary person with better skills, and at the stage of hands and feet, Dazai Osamu’s elbow is not sure. Deliberately, anyway, pushed the CD player off the table.

That thing was originally an old thing they went to the scrap shopping store for a long time, and they couldn't help touching it. Now it's broken to pieces and can't be repaired at all. Eyes, watching the innocent heroine disappear from the screen.

Wutiaowu: "..."

Osamu Dazai didn't even get stuck at all, and accused him very smoothly: "It's all your fault."

Wutiaowu: "..."

Gojo Gojo was so angry that he pulled his face, and at the same time tore off the bandage wrapped around Dazai Osamu's eyes. The man was trying to break his fingers, but after the bandage was torn off, Gojo Gojo immediately bit him, and Gojo Gojo was caught. He took two bites, leaving a few tooth marks that were not deep and not shallow, and then threw the bandage into the trash can with a victorious attitude.

Osamu Dazai was speechless: "What do you think about my bandages?"

Gojo Satoru retorted: "Aren't you ashamed to hang around this thing? In the new show I watched before, the second disease of the middle school is like this. You also have the true eyes of the evil king?"

Osamu Dazai raised his eyebrows: "This is more pure, don't you like pure models?"

Gojo Satoru opened his eyes wide: "Do you have anything to do with the word Qingchun?"

Osamu Dazai snapped his fingers and counted for him: "Ms. Mieko, Yui-chan, Mirai-san, Kana, Chanel, Meisa...all said that I look more cute with bandages on, so why am I not pure?"

Gojo Satoru pursed his lips and glared at him unhappily. The more names Osamu Dazai counted, the angrier he became, but they had quarreled countless times about this matter, and in the end they all ended without a problem. He thought this is some shit inspiration Source -

I forgot to mention that Osamu Dazai is a family who writes garbage. Of course, family is what this person calls himself, and garbage is the definition of Gojo Satoru.

The only valuable thing in this dilapidated room is the laptop computer. Osamu Dazai would occasionally use it to type a few lines, and the rest of the time was spent surfing the Internet by Gojo Satoru. He had known Osamu Dazai for so long and had never seen him. This person wrote a complete chapter, saying that he was flattered by fishing for three days and posting on the net for two days. Wutiaowu said that this person used the name of writing to deceive women.

They have a plastic jar filled with coins and banknotes. The two of them will stuff it in whenever they have money, but they can’t always stuff much. There is not a single chapter of Osamu Dazai, but there are many "sponsors" And "inspiration object", once they leaned together to watch the classic movie "Breakfast at Tiffany's". like this man.

Osamu Dazai shamelessly said: "But didn't I still support you? You see, half of the piggy bank was put in by me."

Gojo Satoru was even worse. He clearly made a fuss about the hostile organizations of the Port Mafia before, but in the end it turned out that the Port Mafia and the police wanted him together. Under the exaggeration and the description of these two organizations by the people around him, he still chose to be a fugitive.

What convinced him was actually Dazai Osamu's words.

"—You can't stay here forever, you can find a way to go back in a few days, go to the prison or the interrogation room, or find it here, which one do you choose?"

All kinds of factors add up, and they live very poorly. Fortunately, because of the influence of Liuyan, Gojo Satoru has a lot of skills, especially in music. Osamu Dazai was surprised to find that Gojo Satoru turned out to have absolute pitch. The absolute pitch is considered cheating, but no matter what, he can write some notes and sell them. He doesn’t need to buy a guitar, download a software and press the keyboard, and he can know what the final mix of these sounds is. Sample.

But because of the wanted warrants, they are still living very poorly.

"You also know that you only put half of it in! I put the other half in!" Gojo Satoru pulled his earlobe, pulled it, and then rubbed it with his fingers: "You said I sold you to the above Those people, Mieda——Miss Mieda, right? How much can I exchange for you?"

Osamu Dazai narrowed his eyes: "Not as many as you."

When he said this, there was a dangerous aura lingering around him, but this aura only appeared for a short moment. Gojo Satoru got used to this person's appearance like a ball of black mud, and he didn't even lift his eyelids. He met Dazai Osamu He was also a bad-tempered young master before, and it was impossible to expect him to apologize or say a few nice words.

What's more, he felt that there was nothing wrong with him. Another person would have thrown Osamu Dazai out by the collar—he was always confused, whether the rainy day they met for the first time had Osamu Dazai cast some kind of spell on him, or just Why did he get dizzy after a kiss?

Later, thinking about the relationship between him and the 29-year-old Gojo Satoru according to Dazai Osamu's description, I finally felt that Dazai Osamu was a more evil person.

He didn't want to do anything because he lost his first kiss experience on that rainy day, but he had never imagined this kind of relationship with Osamu Dazai. He has always had no interest in the lives of others, even Osamu Dazai. , he only asked a few questions out of curiosity. To be honest, he didn't like the half-dead life of this person.

Yes, half dead.

Half-dead to the point where Gojo Satoru occasionally wonders if this person really committed suicide someday?Like the way he pushes Lai Lai all day long?

"Of course, I must be much more expensive than you."

Gojo Satoru sneered, and after a long while, Osamu Dazai got up from him in silence, the choked dog's head printed on the chest of the wide T-shirt on his body was right in front of his eyes, he could hear the man's shallow breathing falling on top of his head, After a stalemate for another half minute, Dazai Osamu got off Gojo Satoru, went to the hanger to get a gaudy hot eye coat, and went out.

Gojo Gojo didn't even glance over there, he was super happy - he thought he was super happy playing games all day, and then searched around Dazai Osamu's hidden snacks. People squeezed the narrow iron bed with him, and the happiness was doubled. The next day, he slept until noon, and was awakened by hunger again. He opened the refrigerator, and it was so empty that even a mouse could not survive.

Gojo Satoru was suddenly unhappy.

He stroked his forehead hair, with a stinky face, and ran to the kitchen unhappily to finish washing. He wore a large T-shirt with a tearful cat's head printed on his chest and went out to buy food. He took away two-thirds of the change jar , this time he doesn't want to deal with it casually, but to eat something that people eat. Anyway, there can't be canned crab meat, and crab is absolutely forbidden.

After he went out, he walked west along the potholed road, and the people around him gradually increased. The depths of Radium Bowl Street have everything, and naturally there are places to eat. He ran to order a meal. For him now It is said that the conveyor belt sushi is so expensive that the running water in front of it keeps floating in delicate small plates of delicate small sushi.

It's all seafood like tuna, bluefin, caviar, and lobster.

He lowered his head while playing with his mobile phone, holding the sushi in his hand and delivering it to his mouth. He threw the chopsticks aside, and the pure paper man on the screen of the mobile phone coquettishly directed at him for a while. At this time, a small plate came from him. Floating in front of him, Gojo Satoru patronized the innocent younger sister on the screen, picked up the small dish without thinking, and put it aside.

Next to it is an empty seat.

After doing this series of actions, he realized what he had done, and his mood became extremely bad in an instant, so bad that he poked the piece of crab meat sushi with chopsticks, and then let go of the poor plate. I didn't play anymore, and my two beautiful blue eyes carefully looked at each plate, and I took it after confirming it.

It takes time to eat this kind of food, and it is not easy to get full. Gojo Wu sat there for several hours. It was not until night fell that he put down his chopsticks, put his hands in his trouser pockets, and walked out casually. When he was full, he took a walk to digest his food, but within a few minutes of walking, he caught a little familiar laughter in his ears. He walked past the alley, and took a few steps back abruptly.

Take a look.

Grass.

Osamu Dazai.

This person didn't know where to throw the gaudy hot-eyed coat before he went out. Now he is wearing a choking dog head t-shirt. Opposite is a goddess-level pure black-haired lady. The length of her hair is about a little above the shoulders. Knowing what was said, Miss Qingchun showed a nice smile, and the little deer stared intently at Osamu Dazai, and then this man also showed that very charming smile.

What are you laughing at, Wujo Wuxiang.

With a sullen face, he walked two steps into the alley, thought for a while, took his hand out of his pocket, and put on a kind face with a pretended smile, and walked towards the direction of the two of them. Before he could speak, Dazai Osamu had already seen him, turned his head to look at him, and then turned back as if nothing had happened, just like treating a stranger passing by on the roadside, Gojo Satoru got angry, but he still forcibly suppressed it, approached After those two people, he stood aside.

"Congratulations, how much did you pay this time?"

Dazai Osamu: "..."

The neon lights flickered above their heads, and the messy lights illuminated the messy wires around them. The tearful cat heads and choked dog T-shirts on their bodies were made even cheaper by this light. The alley was damp, and Osamu Dazai had nothing in his eyes Mood, staring at Gojo Satoru for a while, then burst into a smile: "Yeah, you're not happy? Because you're not worth much?"

Gojo Satoru put his hands in his pockets again, like a big cat ready to be scratched by Osamu Dazai: "How do you know I'm worthless?"

Osamu Dazai pointed to the entrance of the alley: "Then why don't you go and stand for a while?"

Gojo Satoru was angrily laughed.

"How do I stand? Didn't you say that I was raised by you? You just let me stand in this kind of ragged clothes?"

"Aren't I also wearing such shabby clothes?"

"Yeah, if you exchanged yourself for more money, wouldn't you need to wear ragged clothes?"

"Rorn clothes—wait!" Dazai Osamu keenly smelled the mustard smell on Gojo Satoru's hands, and looked at the man in front of him again, revealing for a moment that a useless husband in the Showa era knew his wife was cheating, and then Or the owner found that his cat packed up and ran away, and when he came back, his fur was slick... and other expressions.

"Did you eat sushi?"

Miss Qingchun's deer eyes opened wider and wider.

The two of them quarreled a few times back and forth, and their anger became more and more intense. Neither of them is a person who cares about other people's eyes. The only restraint is not to fight here. The reason is very simple. Rolling around, I have to do one more wash when I go back.

But they were fighting in the wrong place.

Radium Bowl Street is the largest slum in Yokohama, and a large part of it relies on the flesh and blood business to make a living, and they quarrel really badly, sticking all kinds of words to each other, what kind of meat █ machine plane █, wishing to degrade each other to the trash can The louder the noise, the louder the noise, and a few more people came in at the entrance of the alley to see what happened——

"……that."

Just when Dazai Osamu listed in detail who Wujo Wuneng would stand for, Miss Qingchun raised her hand, her voice was as soft as a gnat: "Well, I want to buy both of you at the same time."

Wutiaowu: "..."

Gojo Satoru couldn't stand it anymore. After all, he was not as thick-skinned as Dazai Osamu, and Dazai Osamu seemed to have heard some unexpected joy. He saw this man gently holding the slender hand of the pure young lady, Gojo Satoru was simply It's unbelievable, how can someone be so stupid-at the same time, he stretched out his arm, lifted Dazai Osamu from the ground, and covered the man's broken mouth with the other hand, lest he say any more unpleasant words.

——and fled.

Osamu Dazai raised his lower eyelids, and the corners of his lips curved slightly.