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There was no fight.

It's not because Gojo Satoru has suddenly matured enough to deal with his unhappiness and anger, but because Dazai Osamu stood there lazily, with crooked eyebrows, listened to whatever he scolded, and nodded in agreement with everything he said. He took a deep breath, squinted his eyes and smiled: "I'm so tired."

Gojo Gojo paused for a moment, then grabbed the man's collar and cursed a few more words, then let go of his hand, thinking that you deserved it, this is the first time he pushed Osamu Dazai onto the sofa and sat down by himself. On the opposite side, with a gloomy and serious face: "What are you doing?"

Dazai Osamu: "I was beaten by my boss when I fished at work."

Gojo Satoru: "... Huh?"

Osamu Dazai blinked: "Yes, I have a formal job, or a job that requires formal commuting, otherwise, how do you think I will support you?"

Wujo Wu thought, is this some kind of today's joke?He stared suspiciously at Osamu Dazai's face, trying to find some trace of lying, but Osamu Dazai let him look at him very calmly. After a while, Gojo Satoru raised his eyebrows and pointed to his coat: "What do you mean?" The job is to sleep with women?"

"No, those are condiments." Osamu Dazai replied with a smile.

Gojo Satoru suddenly felt that there was no need for them to continue talking. He didn't want to find out what Dazai Osamu was thinking, and he didn't want to know why this person made himself like this. Didn't he want to commit suicide?Then find a place to die and forget it, but Dazai Osamu on the sofa looks really tired, not the kind of sleepy after staying up all night playing games all night, but not wanting to say a word, unwilling to move, all energy is exhausted To maintain the status quo, you can't do it with a little more thought.

Osamu Dazai leaned on the back of the sofa and kept his head backward. After a long time, his cervical spine was pulled and felt a little uncomfortable. He tilted his head and sat up with his hands on the back of his neck. When he opened his eyes, he saw Gojo Satoru pursing his lips lips, staring at him with wide eyes, the pure white eyelashes make those beautiful eyes bluer, it is easy to distinguish whether this person is really wronged or pretends to be wronged.

"Why do you look like I pulled the cat's tail?"

"How can I help you?"

The two voices sounded at the same time. Osamu Dazai was stunned for a moment, then burst out laughing. He covered his stomach and gasped for breath. After a long while, he raised his head and shrugged. Gojo Satoru waved his hand: "Oh, no, not at all."

"Really?" Gojo Satoru asked back.

"No." Osamu Dazai lightly pressed the cigarette out: "Do you want to do it?"

Wutiao Wu thought to himself, what is this? This person has been messing around for two weeks, and his brain has also been ruined?But Osamu Dazai saw real anger on Gojo Satoru's beautiful, almost aggressive face, and what was more serious than anger was confusion and shock, so he finally closed his mouth, thinking that he should really wait. Been back for a few days.

But he is also very disgusting.

The port mafia is disgusting, Nakahara is disgusting, Mori Ogai is disgusting, he is fed up with this sense of unreality intertwined with the past and the present, so disgusting that the anger in his heart can hardly be suppressed—yes, That torn book, he searched through that torn book and couldn't find a second world that Oda Tsukuru wrote alive, except for him, no [Osamu Dazai] got the book in advance.

In the past two weeks, in order to divert his attention, he cleared a batch of backlog of work. First, he sent a bullet to a few restless subordinates, and then threw two spies to Koyo Ozaki. Mei ordered his subordinates to contain the corpse, he somehow thought it was funny, so he laughed, and Zhongyuan Zhongye's complexion suddenly became as dark as the bottom of a pot.

——His unlucky subordinate was so frightened that his legs limp, and he fell with a bang.

The port mafia is hopeless, it's horrible, thought Dazai.

One night, he went back to his seaside villa. This house was given to him by Mori Ogai, and it was cleaned regularly every week. He went back and lay down for a while, and found that the place had been bugged and monitored. It became a sieve, half of which came from people who coveted his cadre position, and the other half came from one of the five new cadres of the port mafia, the gem dealer A, who tried not to think about how much Mori Ogai had meddled in it, Or don't know--

fuck it.

The youngest cadre of the Port Mafia lit the curtains with a candlestick, and threw a few 67s into the flames. There were several loud explosions outside Yokohama that night, and the villa, together with the nearby private land, was blown up, leaving nothing behind.

Dry, dry, clean, clean.

"Don't." Gojo Satoru purposely bit every word very clearly: "Stay away from me."

Osamu Dazai smiled, picked up his coat again and put it on his body, turned around and planned to go out, but saw Gojo Satoru standing at the door, his 1.9-meter height blocked the door tightly, he stopped in his tracks: "Didn't you say Let me stay away from you?"

Gojo Satoru said with a cold face, "You are just a trash can now."

Dirty.

Osamu Dazai raised his eyebrows slightly, and said if I were a trash can, what the hell would you be?He seemed to be suddenly interested, and approached with a sullen smile, holding the other's pretty face. If Gojo Satoru was still a cat, he would probably be blown into a hairball by now. The smell of perfume and alcohol on this person Wei got closer to show his presence, he paused for a few seconds, grabbed Osamu Dazai by the collar and pulled him away: "You are too dirty!"

Osamu Dazai laughed out of joy, trembling wildly, finally he laughed until his voice trembled, he pointed to the sofa and said it's ok, don't block the door, I'm going to take a shower.

Gojo Satoru sat on the small sofa, listening to the sound of splashing water, he didn't know how he felt, but he knew that he didn't like Dazai Osamu laughing like this, it was the same as Dazai Osamu's gaffe that day, Tai Fengrui It is so sharp that it can cut others as well as himself. He vaguely feels that this person is in a state where he will step into the air at any time. In just one step, several blood holes have been stabbed.

He doesn't care about this man's trash talk and crazy, but he is afraid that Osamu Dazai will jump, this man is too fragile for him, if he is tougher, he might be broken, not to mention the methods used by the Yusanjia to deal with enemies and captives. But the attitude was not so tough, this bastard started to do things like heaven and earth, sometimes he vaguely felt that this person seemed to be asking for help, as long as he got a little closer, he would wrap himself in a shell and put on a mask, layer by layer. One layer, and finally a prickly vest.

The trouble is dead, how can there be such a troublesome person in the world——He was so annoyed that he pulled two hairs out of his hair, and suddenly there was a heavy weight on his back. The tip of Dazai Osamu’s hair was still wet, dripping water continuously, and he wore a wide pajamas The neckline of the T-shirt was wet, and his body was lying on his shoulders like a boneless body.

As soon as Gojo Satoru lowered his head, he saw two bandaged arms wrapped around his chest. Then he saw that the bandages were also wet, and there were a few places with a very faint redness.

His body paused.

Osamu Dazai was thinking casually about how to lick the cat, but before he could come up with a result, Gojo Satoru suddenly caught his shoulder with a backhand, and the next second his eyes were spinning, and in the blink of an eye, he was pulled to the other's leg, he didn't know at all How did Wujo Satoru do it? He raised his eyes again——

The pair of sky pupils like the extension of the sky were covered by a layer of cold frost.

The body takes the lead and the consciousness has already made a counterattack. Although the entire port mafia knows that the young cadres are good at the human body—but only the first part of the people know that this standard is relative to gravity. Nakahara Chuya, how to say Dazai He had also been trained by Mori Ogai for several years, but Gojo Satoru just pinched his joint lightly, and then pressed down forcefully, even with no strength at all.

... have completely suppressed all resistance.

Osamu Dazai tentatively pressed it again, a little distracted, if the hand holding him was not warm, it would be as unshakable as cast iron. He had only seen Gojo Satoru cooperate with the spell to crush the enemy before, and lose the spell. He really didn't feel how dangerous this person was after he was hammered, and the legendary ceiling of force was even shattered when he was hammered...?

This distraction disappeared when Gojo Satoru tried to pull the bandage on his body. Osamu Dazai curled up his knees and knocked on Gojo Satoru's lower abdomen, his face suddenly became gloomy: "Release."

Gojo Satoru sneered, and threw back the trash talk that Osamu Dazai used to choke him before: "I've slept through it, are you a boudoir lady?"

Osamu Dazai didn't even blink his eyes, and said loudly, "Yes!"

Gojo Satoru experienced the familiar heart attack again.

He simply ignored the man, and stretched out his hand to pull his bandages. As a result, the man really struggled like a slippery fish. As he struggled, Gojo Satoru saw the wet bandages squirming at a speed visible to the naked eye. Come out a big red.

In the end, Gojo Satoru was the first to let go of his arms. Osamu Dazai immediately relaxed from the moment he let go, sat up lazily and nestled on him, leaning his chin on his shoulders, and confidently put his whole body weight on him, Especially with vengeance putting all the weight on the chin.

Gojo Satoru was stunned by the man's sharp chin for a while, and expressionlessly grabbed the naked curly hair and pulled it as a warning.

"Accidentally scratched." He heard the man whisper, "Someone threw a projectile at a construction site—it wasn't my fault."