Chief Jae's Detective Path

Nakahara Nakaya looked at Osamu Dazai, who was holding his belly on the bed and laughing non-stop as soon as his subordinate went out, his eyes seemed to be looking at a mentally handicapped person.After waiting for a while, he found that the other party had no intention of stopping, and asked wordlessly, "Dazai, do you need a tranquilizer?"

Dazai took a deep breath and stopped laughing.

He lay relaxed on the bed, turned his head sideways, stared at Nakahara Chuya with his iris-colored eyes, his soft and magnetic voice was slightly elongated, with a bit of pretentious banter, "Chong can also call me 'Zhi'! Speaking of which, I always It's Chuya's name, but Chuya only calls me 'Dazai', how unfair!"

Osamu Dazai didn't hear Nakahara Chuya's roar, he only saw the other party's thoughtful expression, paused in his heart, raised his upper body slightly as if trying to stop something, his voice returned to its original appearance, and said with a little surprise : "Hey, Chuya..." You don't take it seriously, do you?

Hearing Dazai Osamu's voice, Nakahara Chuya's thoughtful expression immediately turned into disgust.He looked at Osamu Dazai with an expression as if he was suffering from a toothache, and awkwardly spit out familiar and unfamiliar syllables, "Ji...?"

As soon as the words fell, the two people in the room showed disgusted expressions at the same time.

Osamu Dazai let go of the arms supporting his upper body, and his body fell heavily back into the soft bedding, his mind went blank.After a while, he came back to his senses, stared at the ceiling, and complained in a frightened and exaggerated tone: "Chuya! You did it on purpose!"

"Obviously you started it first, right?!" Nakahara Chuya was full of regret, "I tell you Osamu Dazai, there will never be a next time!"

"Don't be so full of words!" Dazai Osamu was not happy, "Don't forget that I am Shuji Tsushima now!" He deliberately emphasized his pseudonym, and said gloatingly, "Chuya can't be in front of others. Call me Dazai!"

Nakahara Chuya's expression suddenly distorted, he knew very well what Osamu Dazai meant.Unless he can get used to calling Dazai Osamu Tsushima, he will still fall into the same situation—no, maybe it will be even more shameful, calling Dazai Osamu: 'Ji' in front of his subordinates... I feel disgusting when I think about it, Don't want to try at all!

Zhong Yuanzhong gritted his teeth and said unwillingly, "Then I won't call your name either!"

The two were lying on a bed full of anger, one of them occupied one side, their backs to their backs, "Hmph!"

——too childish.

Early the next morning, Osamu Dazai was still wearing yesterday's clothes, sitting at the table and eating a luxurious breakfast delivered by the subordinates of Mafia at the port, while pointing at Chuya Nakahara, "Chuya's taste It's getting worse, like a little black slug."

Nakahara Chuya looked down at the same attire he had when he was the leader of Dazai Osamu, and replied blankly, "Is this your evaluation of yourself?"

The white shirt, black suit, black overcoat, and the blood-stained scarf that was originally red around Zhongya's neck all became brighter—even though he was in the darkest place, he was so bright.

Osamu Dazai's eyes fell on Nakahara Chuya, and when Nakahara was about to go out, he walked beside him with leisurely steps.

Seeing Nakahara Chuya's tacit attitude, the subordinates of Mafia at the port did not dare to ask more questions about Dazai Osamu's follow.

The driver lowered his head and respectfully opened the rear door for Chuya Zhongya.Nakahara also habitually stuffed Osamu Dazai into the car first, ignored the behavior of his subordinates who exchanged glances behind him, sat next to Osamu Dazai himself, and ordered: "Drive."

The car drove up the boulevard smoothly, and the driver who sat alone in the front row raised the partition between the front and rear seats with discernment, making the rear seat an independent space.

Osamu Dazai and Nakahara Nakaya sat in the back seat and were speechless for a while.

Osamu Dazai silently stared at Nakahara Nakaya who was poking at the phone for a while, then turned his head and looked at the scenery outside the car window to pass the time.

After a long while, Chuya Zhongya suddenly called Dazai, "Dazai."

Osamu Dazai turned his head and made a confused nasal voice, "Huh?"

Zhongyuan Zhong also leaned in front of him, pointed at the tall building that was still some distance away from them outside the car window, "That's the Yuzhu Pagoda."

"Oh." Osamu Dazai responded without interest.

Dazai Osamu and Nakahara Chuya are all familiar with this towering building, isn’t it the same for the Mafia building at the port?

It is a contradiction that it is a force that should be hidden, but it has to take root in such a high-profile building.

The Mafia building at the port is a landmark in Yokohama, and the Pillar Tower is a landmark in Tokyo. The former makes people afraid to approach it, while the latter is regarded as normal by those who don’t know it, and those who know it are in awe.

In short, they are all existences that people want to stay away from.

The car stopped in front of the gate of the Imperial Pillar Pagoda, and the uniformed Golden Clan opened the door for Chuya Zhongya.

Before getting out of the car, Nakahara Chuya looked at Osamu Dazai questioningly.

Under the watchful eyes of the driver and the subordinates of the King of Gold, Osamu Dazai raised his hand to straighten the red scarf around his neck for Nakahara Chuya, and said with a smile, "Chuya, I'll wait for you here."

Zhong Yuanzhong was also shaken by his gentle voice, nodded calmly, turned and walked into the imperial pillar tower.

The elevator ascended to the top floor, and the two doors slowly slid open to the left and right.The Golden Clan who led the way stood in front of the door, not daring to take a step further, and bowed their heads and replied: "The leader of Mafia at the port, Mr. Zhongye of the Central Plains, is starting to meet."

Accompanied by the respectful voice of the Golden Clan, Zhongyuan Zhong also stepped into the spacious hall inside the door.

In the center of the empty hall stands an old man with white beard and hair, who is the King of Gold who secretly controls the whole of Japan.

"I have admired your name for a long time, Yuqian." Zhongyuan Zhong also stopped a meter in front of the King of Gold, and looked up at the spirited old man.

What he said was not polite. Mori Ogai told him a lot about the King of Gold.The information is not too detailed. After all, when Guochanglu Dajue became the king of gold, Mori Ogai was not born yet.However, judging from the cooperation between Feishiyuan and the port Mafia, the other party is still very sincere.

The King of Gold is over [-] years old and is still full of spirit, dignified and solemn, "I am also the same, the Central Plains Chuya Lord of Mafia at the port."

Osamu Dazai leaned on the comfortable seat in the back of the car, his eyes slightly closed.The baffle between the front and rear seats in the car has been raised again, and the enclosed space is as silent as a tomb.

The bright light was swallowed by the black film on the windows.

In the dark back seat of the car, Osamu Dazai sat there expressionlessly, motionless, like a shadow.

Without Nakahara Chuya, the aura around Osamu Dazai was almost stagnant.

The conversation between the King of Gold and Chuya Nakahara flowed into Osamu Dazai's ears continuously through the earphones, which made it easier for him to deduce the character of the King of Gold.

The temptation of you coming and going does not seem to exist between these two people, and coming up is to hit the theme directly.To others, such a conversation may seem a bit aggressive, but to Zhong Yuanzhong, it is exactly what he wants.After all, Zhong Ye hates hypocrisy and submissiveness the most.

No wonder Mori Ogai was so relieved.

Osamu Dazai lowered his eyes slightly, and his thick eyelashes blocked the gloomy look in his eyes.

When Nakahara Chuya came back, the Golden Clan respectfully opened the back seat door for him.Judging from his expression, he knew that he had a pleasant conversation with the King of Gold.

Osamu Dazai lazily raised his eyelids and glanced at him. The superficial curiosity about the king in his eyes had completely disappeared, and he returned to the state of boredom.

Nakahara was also keenly aware of the change in Dazai Osamu's attitude.He got into the back seat of the car and closed the door.The car started slowly.Nakahara Nakaya took off the bug that Osamu Dazai had stuck to his scarf just now, and crushed it with his fingers.

He didn't ask what happened to Osamu Dazai, but directly ordered the driver: "Stop."

The car parked in a temporary parking space on the side of the road, and the driver looked at Chuya Zhongyuan inexplicably, "Boss?"

"You go back first." Nakahara Chuya ordered in a relaxed tone, "We still have something to do."

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The driver's expression was serious, and he suppressed the turbulent waves in his heart. Without saying a word, he got out of the car and left.

Osamu Dazai twitched his lips when he saw the driver's reaction, thinking of Nakahara Chuya's reaction after hearing the rumor, he smiled sincerely.

"What are you gloating about?" Nakahara Nakaya looked at Osamu Dazai and asked warily.

"It's obviously me who should ask the question!" Osamu Dazai opened the rear door and got into the co-pilot, "I don't remember what happened between us."

Zhong Yuan sat in the driver's seat and started the car, "Go to meet a friend."

"Chuya's friends..." Osamu Dazai's eyes moved slightly. Chuya Nakahara is very popular, but he rarely has "friends" - the reason is very simple, but because Mafia's work is too busy, the communication is not wide People I know belong to other organizations and there will always be some interests in contact, so friends in Zhongye can equate with their subordinates.Such a simple friend who can be visited... Did he meet after his death?

Osamu Dazai hid his curiosity with a mocking tone, "Are you also an idiot with a brain full of muscles?"

Nakahara Chuya glanced at Osamu Dazai, then looked away, "You're an idiot."

Osamu Dazai wrinkled his nose, suddenly having a bad feeling.

The car was parked in the parking lot on the side of the road, Nakahara Nakaya got out of the car with Dazai Osamu and walked for a while.

Osamu Dazai walked side by side with Chuya Nakahara with his hands in his pockets, just like two ordinary people shopping.

After a while, Zhongyuan Zhong also stopped in front of a bar.

Osamu Dazai looked up at the signboard of the bar: Homra

The third king, the clan of Zhou Fangzun, the Red King, was named Barbara.