Port Mafia fifth cadre

Rewind time to that chaotic night.

The phone call with Chuya Nakahara ended.

Before hanging up the phone, Kawakami Yuzu said "I'm home", which is of course a lie... No, it is an inaccurate rounded version, which often happens in people's lives.

For example, a friend calls and asks, "Have you gone out?" At this time, you just got up and are getting dressed, but you answer "I've gone downstairs"; your boss calls and asks, "Why haven't you arrived yet?" You are still waiting for the bus, but you answer " Already on the tram"; girlfriend asked "You must have prepared a gift for me on my birthday tomorrow", and you just remembered, but replied "Yes, I have already prepared a surprise"...

Seems like something weird got in there.

At that time, Kawakamiyou’s location was three streets away from Kawakami’s house. This area near the sea was very quiet during the day, and even worse at night. It might be less crowded than some small alleys in Yokohama.

The face is a little unnatural.

After all, wearing a disguise mask... Speaking of which, what kind of material are these masks made of?

It feels like skin to the touch, it should be some kind of animal skin.

Thoughtfully touching the skin of passers-by on his face, Kawakami Yuzu quickened his pace, ready to go home and study it, when he heard an enthusiastic shout from behind: "Zhi~jiang~"

Kawakami Yuzu: "..."

Osamu Dazai's voice.Still such a nasty name.

Kawakami Yuzu thought calmly, all kinds of thoughts surged in his mind, and quickly tore off the passerby's face with his hands, revealing the appearance of Hei Shizai underneath, and the gauze returned from the inside pocket of the windbreaker to the left side of his face. Turning back in a slow and leisurely manner, he looked at the bandaged young man at the end of the road who had changed back into a sand-colored windbreaker at some point.

Hei Shizai showed a cute smile and tilted his head: "Are you the six-year-old me?"

Osamu Dazai was slightly taken aback, and then laughed, "Yes."

This is a water bar near the alley and deep in the street. Osamu Dazai opened the door with a key and turned on the light. The orange light spread out, reflecting the reddish-brown walls, and the wooden bookshelves were filled with heavy books. Reminiscent of a warm fireplace on a snowy day, and the beauty of reading by the fireplace.

Kawakami Yuzu certainly knows this place.

Stepping in again in a short time, the layout of the water bar has not changed, but there are people.

"The boss is going on a trip to change his mood, let me help take care of the drinks." Osamu Dazai introduced like this, without any intention of mentioning a certain case, and asked, "Would you like something to drink?"

Kawakami Yuzu: "Milk."

Osamu Dazai blinked: "You will grow to be as tall as me in the future."

After a pause, he made a height comparison with both hands, emphasizing: "One head taller than the little dwarf!"

It's really unnecessary to say so euphemistically that you don't want to give / can't give milk.

Feeling that I am not as tall as Dazai Osamu. Kawakami Yuzu's mentality is a bit broken. I suspect that Dazai Osamu has seen who he is and is mocking him, but he has no evidence.

Kawakami Yuzu insisted, "Milk."

Osamu Dazai said cheerfully: "Okay, I understand, beer!"

I don't have a clear understanding of my drinking capacity, but I know what kind of tragedy will happen when I get drunk. Kawakami Yu: "..."

Forget it.

For beer, it should be ok.

According to Chuya, Dazai had already touched alcohol at the age of 15, so he couldn't refuse it.

Osamu Dazai skillfully put the vinyl record in the gramophone, and there was a soft and melodious singing voice. The young man with iris eyes brought two glasses of beer and put one of them in front of Kawakami Yuzu.

They are sitting in the sofa booth.

The booths of the water bar are separated, and the decoration adopts a relatively private wrap-around style. The boss also decorates the booths with green plants, so that each booth is like a small world. Space, giving people a sense of privacy and security, or, a little mysterious.

Like now.

The young man in the sand-colored windbreaker and the young man in the black overcoat are sitting opposite each other. Their facial features are the same but there are subtle differences. One has a gentle and mysterious temperament, while the other has a dark and decadent temperament, just like the deflection of time and space in a mirror image.

Kawakami Yuzu was thinking.

The color contact lenses will look hollow to some extent, so his current state...

Countless information about Osamu Dazai flooded into his mind, Yu Kawakami stared at the tiny floating dust under the warm yellow light, at the huge ice ball floating in the orange beer, stretched out two fingers, and flicked the wall of the glass lightly .

The glass made a crisp sound.

The corners of Hei Shizai's lips curved slightly: "I am six years old, what do you want to ask?"

The young man's smile seemed to come from the other side at this time, like an intangible ghost floating in the air: "Only tonight."

There was a childish look on the baby's fat face, he tilted his head, and said in a childish voice: "The magic time will end at any time."

It's really like it.

Appearance, expression, voice...

Osamu Dazai thought with great interest.

"Disqualification in the World" didn't take effect, and this face is ruled out as the effect of a different ability, leaving the two options of disguise and another self... Although at this time, pinching the face may be the most effective way to detect whether the face is disguised, but That would be too boring.Osamu Dazai has never appreciated pure violence.

Especially not necessarily successful.What if I can't beat it.

There are always loopholes, and the deeper the communication, the easier it is to reveal the truth.

Osamu Dazai said enviously: "It's really interesting to travel to another world~"

After a pause, he asked curiously, "What did you do to come to this world?"

Hei Shizai excitedly said: "There are space-time cracks in the bottom of the sea!"

Osamu Dazai: Ah.Shouldn't...

Hei Shizai looked at him, tilted his head, let the light shine into his eyes, and laughed: "Today I finished the task assigned by Mr. Sen on the cruise ship. When I went to the deck to blow the air, I found that the sea I passed was very special. It's clear and beautiful, I can't resist jumping down~ I thought I'd died successfully, but when I opened my eyes, I found this place."

"At first I thought this was the world after death... Fortunately, it is not, otherwise it would be too desperate."

He looked relieved.

Osamu Dazai shook his wine glass: "Where's the little dwarf?"

I remember that after Hong Kong and Black recruited Zhongye, many of their missions were done by their partners.

Hei Shizai's innocent face: "The slug is still in the cabin."

Kawakami Yuzu: I'm sorry, Chuya.

Osamu Dazai thoughtfully concluded: "After coming here, have all the clothes dried?" He asked, "There is another Dazai, who is it?"

"It's fake." Hei Shizai said bluntly, and questioned: "I thought you knew each other."

On the face of the dark brown-haired boy, the confusion of "you can't understand the people in this world" is clearly written on his face.

Dazai took a sip of beer lightly: "I think you are fake too."

He deliberately put suspicion on his face: "Compared to the option of visitors from another world, no matter how you think about it, it is more reasonable to disguise yourself."

Hei Shizai: "Yes."

The dark-brown-haired boy was lying on the table, spreading it into a Dazai cake. He seemed to have lost the interest in talking suddenly. He just stretched out his hand and poked the ice puck in the cup until it sank, and when it floated up, he poked it down again, playing boredly. up.

There is absolutely no point in arguing.

It wouldn't make sense either.

How about letting the other party know "I am Osamu Dazai too"?

Kawakami Yuzu once thought about what it would be like if two Osamu Dazai really met.

Soul friend?hit it off?

No, it is more likely that the two hate each other.

Because Osamu Dazai probably didn't like himself very much.If it is the self who is still young and still in the plastic stage, there may still be a little affection, but at the age of 15, the shaping has basically taken shape, and there is not much room for change.In other words, it is already a failure.

The tune has changed.

Changed to a more soothing song, soothing and mixed with sadness, like a girl telling the sadness of parting, Dazai Osamu's voice sounded in harmony with the rhythm: "It's 11 o'clock. Do you have an appointment today?"

The dark brown-haired boy looked up at him and shook his head as if reading something on his face.

Dazai Osamu's kite-colored eyes were filled with a smile: "After the mission is over, I will ask Oda to have a drink."

Ah, there it is.

It seems that no matter how you answer, there will be flaws in the question.

Kawakami Yuzu didn't know whether Osamu Dazai had this habit, and it was impossible for someone close to him to know such an overly personal thing.Of course he knows that he can say "I'm different from you", after all, it's normal for the same person in different worlds to have differences, but it seems like he's losing if he says that.

Where is the breakthrough point?

Oda, Oda Sakunosuke.

In the communication management room, there is very little information about him, which is in line with the status of an unknown low-level member of the Hong Kong gangsters, but Oda-kun is a friend of the cadre Dazai. There are many in the morning, and it can be said to be the first friend.

For Osamu Dazai, it is undoubtedly a very precious existence.

In this case……

Information from Oda, a writer from another world, poured into his mind, countless thoughts sinking and rising, Kawakami Yuzu tried to substitute Dazai Osamu's thinking - the dark brown-haired boy pouted: "Odasaku, it's Odasaku!"

Hei Shizai said childishly: "The name Oda doesn't reflect the specialness of Oda at all!"

The iris eyes widened.

Osamu Dazai watched him carefully for a long time, his smile seemed to be more real than before, and he said softly, "You're right."

He raised his glass with a sincere expression: "So, cheers to Oda Zuo?"

"Cheers to Oda."

A long time ago, Kawakami Yuzu discovered that Osamu Dazai seemed to be looking at something through himself.

He basically locked his target on Oda-kun—no, Oda Saku.

But to this day, Kawakami Yuzu still hasn't found out the connection between himself and Odasaku.The information is really too little.I couldn't even find Oda's appearance.

Two glasses of the same wine touched each other lightly, Kawakami Yu retracted his hand and took a sip, feeling that the taste was really bland.The benefits are also obvious, and it's hard to get drunk.

After chatting casually, Osamu Dazai found that the bottom of his glass was empty. He got up and left his seat to go to the bar. When he came back, he not only served the wine, but also found two handheld game consoles from somewhere.

Kawakami Yuzu: "..."

Osamu Dazai showed a happy smile: "Ji-chan, let's play games together!"

Kawakami Yuzu: "..."

He quit.

The author has something to say: Baidu Encyclopedia: Oda Sakunosuke, Japanese: Oda Sakunosuke/おださくのすけ, a novelist in Osaka City, Japan, often called "Oda Saku" (おださく).He is known for his descriptions of civilian life in Osaka.