Port Mafia fifth cadre

Two to one.

This night's "battle" ended with Osamu Dazai's success.

In fact, Kawakami Yuzu has seriously thought about who he should help if Nakahara Nakahara followed suit, but Nakaya-kun couldn’t be ashamed even 5 years ago, and it’s not easy to make big noises in the room, so he can only hold back in the end He fell asleep humbly, and specially turned his body on his side, giving the other two an orange back of the head.

So is he imagining a sweet annoyance?

Kawakami Yuzu stared at the orange head, unconsciously dazed for a while, and saw Osamu Dazai rolling up the edge of Chuya Nakahara's quilt openly, trying to stretch the sides of the quilt for both of them, trying to occupy more wide place.

"..."

Taking advantage of Mr. Zhongye sleeping on his side and taking up less space, are you bullying him like this?

Even if Xiao Zhong turned his back to them, it is impossible not to notice this kind of movement.

Sheepdogs are very vigilant.

Oops.

Why did he start calling collie too?

Kawakami Yuzu fell into deep thought.

"Too! Jae! What are you doing!"

"Wazhong is also a bully! Kawakami, protect me!"

"Don't hide behind others if you have the ability!"

"Just—to—!"

……

Sure enough, it's because this title is too appropriate, the dog that guards the little lambs or something...

Kawakami Yu thought to stop Nakahara Chuya, thought to press Dazai Osamu into the quilt, and thought to the two young boys: "Stop arguing, go to sleep."

Osamu Dazai obediently said: "Okay~"

The ending sound is long, sweet and tender. If you don't know it, you may think it is an obedient kindergarten child.

Zhong Yuanzhong was even more aggrieved: "Obviously it's him...!"

"Well, he provoked you. He provoked you on purpose. He's just looking for trouble. He's just a troublemaker." Yuzu Kawakami sighed, and said with a calm attitude, "Just don't talk to him. I’m happy, this time I’ll forgive him because he’s two months younger than you.”

Nakahara Chuya: "... What kind of fried hair."

—Is that word used to describe him? !

Ah, I slipped my tongue.

His golden eyes blinked, and the boy in his pajamas didn't seem to know his dissatisfaction at all, and simply explained: "Animals with a lot of hair on their bodies, when the mood swings are relatively big, the fur will explode, such as cats. Or dogs or something, remember birds can too, and..."

It seems people have too?

It's just that you can't see it when it explodes.

"I didn't ask this." Nakahara also felt a familiar sense of powerlessness. He ignored a bandage kid who was persistently making faces at him behind Kawakami Yuzu, and asked instead, "Do you know my birthday?"

"Chung is April 4, and Dazai is June 29."

The former was said by an enthusiastic colleague of the former World Hong Kong Black, and the latter was said by Xiao Dazai himself.

Chuya Nakahara and Osamu Dazai met their eyes, they both gave a "cut" and turned their faces away in disgust.

"how about you?"

The orange-haired boy asked, "When is your birthday?"

"Still early……"

"Kawakami's birthday is in winter, December 12." Osamu Dazai answered quickly, and proudly looked at Chuya Nakahara with an expression of "I have a good relationship with Kawakami".

"Okay. I remember."

Nakahara Chuya ignored Dazai Osamu and said seriously to Kawakami Yuzu.

Kawakami Yuzu looked at those clear blue eyes, and had no doubt that Nakahara Chuya would surprise him at that time, but...that time will never come, little Chuya-kun.

"Ah."

Say goodnight to each other, this night of cats flying and dogs jumping, finally calmed down.

The next day.

After saying hello to Nakahara Nakaya, a poor shepherd dog who was confined in the territory of the "sheep", Osamu Dazai was satisfied with the good mood brought by the other party's hair blowing, and embarked on the road of odd jobs.

In view of the fact that the newcomer Kawakami needs to pass the triple test, the newcomer Dazai who joined the front and rear feet is naturally no exception, so it is logical that Dazai follows Kawakami Yuzu.

Although many people have different opinions on this.

After all, the number of people who go out to work is fixed, and if Dazai occupies the position, someone else will not be able to occupy it.

In just two days, "working with Kawakami" has become one of the tacit benefits of the lambs. Except Shirase and a few people who are determined not to join, everyone else really wants to go.Not just snacks, flowers and souvenirs, what Kawakami showed them was a more exciting world.

Watercolor paintings, music boxes, libraries...

Under Kawakami's leadership, everything is so novel and interesting.

And these things are actually around them, but no one has ever explored them.

It's a matter of perception.

Not only the lambs' ideas, but also the majority of people in this society.

If it wasn't for him being able to control the situation, sometimes things would be more tortuous and difficult.

The young man in the white robe closed his eyes, under the long eyelashes, the golden eyes flowed with shattered light, and the gentle and polite smile on the corner of his lips slowly widened.

"It's the Port Mafia!"

"Run!"

"Shogo, go! They want to kill the red-haired boy!"

……

The rampage of the old leader—the "tyranny of blood" that plunged Yokohama into long-term tyranny and terror is a tragedy that is still fresh in the city's memory.

The crimes that are full of it are just a little description, and it is creepy.For example...

One day, all the red-haired boys on the street were killed.

Because a red-haired teenager drew joking graffiti on the old chief's car.

This is the day.

According to the information heard by the 12-year-old Kawakami Yuzu, this incident happened in mid-April of the previous year, sweeping the range from the Hong Kong Black Headquarters Building to the Yokohama Entertainment Street. None of the red-haired boys escaped, and those outside the range...

There is still the possibility of escape.

The lambs fled in panic.

There were shrill whistles all around.

Several vehicles belonging to the mafia stopped, and dozens of people in black suits with live ammunition came out from inside, with cold and unkind faces.

The armed forces that obey the leader's order will not let go of those who want to obstruct it-not only the red-haired boy, but the attitude of the old leader is the same as before: all those who disobey will be executed.All those who raised objections were executed.Those who do not die obediently will be executed.

bang.

Yuxing fired.

The lambs have their own weapons, but not everyone has them, nor can they use them well just because they have weapons in hand.

And shooting at this time has basically no other effect except to attract the attention of Hong Kong gangsters.

"go!"

Shougo had already escaped from Hong Kong Hei's sight, Kawakami pulled Yuxing, narrowly avoided a few bullets, and ran towards a certain corner, where Dazai was waving at them.

With the flow of people running around, Youxing looked at her companion, a shy girl, and said blankly, "Where's Kawakami?"

She can't remember when they were scattered.

The girl shook her head, her eyes were red.

Youxing turned pale suddenly: "Kawakami..."

The girl sobbed softly and said, "I didn't see it."

Youxing: "..."

Why are you crying if you didn't see it!Scared her to death!

The pink-haired girl tied up her hair, and said in a backbone voice: "Let's go to the side to look for it first, whether we find it or not, we will go back to the base first."

Now, it is dusk.

When the setting sun shines at night, the setting sun above the bay is like a quietly burning torch, dyeing the azure sea water orange red, and the sparkling waves move slightly with the wind, which is a magnificent sight that takes your breath away.

The boy in the white robe led the boy with brown hair to a small building by the sea.

"Freedom Xuan" foreign restaurant.

Is there anything special here?

Osamu Dazai looked at the sign outside the store and thought curiously.

After being separated from the lambs, Yu Kawakami did not take him back to the base, but said that he had a rare free time and wanted to take him to a place.

But this is just an ordinary western restaurant.

The small building has two floors, and the decoration is very ordinary. The owner behind the counter is an uncle who is nearly fifty years old. He has a round head and a round belly. He wears a yellow apron. Maitreya Buddha.After a few more glances at the details, Osamu Dazai deduced that this western restaurant was probably owned by the Mafia, but he still couldn't solve the mystery.

"Don't think about it." Kawakami Yuzu rubbed the young boy's soft-looking dark brown hair, and found that it was actually soft, so he rubbed it a few more times, "There is nothing special about this store now."

Osamu Dazai raised his face: "Is it something in the future?"

"right."

The boy in the white robe had a transparent voice, reminiscent of the sound of the ice colliding with the glass when the glass was shaken, "This is the hourly room I visited when I met you when I grew up. You showed your ……"lonely?miss?The boy's voice paused for a moment, and then continued, "A very bewildered expression, as if caught by something from the past that exists here, unable to break free."

"That should be a regret that you can't escape, and even lead to an opportunity for a huge change in your life."

What Kawakami Yu told Xiao Dazai about the encounter with 18-year-old Dazai did not include Hong Kong and black, but it is undeniable that this experience is an important part of 18-year-old Dazai.

Of course, these have nothing to do with the 13-year-old Dazai.

Whether the 14-year-old Dazai next year will follow the trajectory of the original world and follow Mr. Mori into Hong Kong and Heilongjiang is also unknown.

But Kawakami Yu felt that it is better to talk about this matter in advance.

It's all because Dazai is so cute.

How could he bear to make him so sad in the future.

If I had known that I would stay in the parallel world for so long, when I encountered these people and these things, I should have actively searched for the whole picture of the incident, and now I can only give reminders.

The golden-eyed young man described in detail: "At that time, I observed that there were traces of explosions not far from the store door, the area was about the size of a car, and the first floor of the store was replaced with new kitchen utensils and shelves. It's the mark left by a sharp blade. Besides, the boss is not the current one."

Osamu Dazai stared at Kawakami Yuzu.

The wind from the sea level lifted the young man's robe, and the golden lines on the side shone with fine light in the setting sun. The sun's glory that was about to disappear dyed the young man's classical and delicate eyebrows with a faint halo, making him look like It is the holy spirit that descends from the ancient scrolls and guides the lost.

"Ah. I remember."

Amidst the inexplicable palpitations, Osamu Dazai tried to evoke a sweet smile that never fails, but failed. A question flowed from his mouth, "You want to go back, right? Kawakami. Go back to your own world."

The author has something to say: Young Jae has always known this.

But didn't ask.

On the surface, I'm friendly with you, but I don't really take it to heart. The favorability may only be 20, so please give me some meaning.

Now I am a little serious, but very clear-headed, knowing that pomelo sauce has a high probability of going back to my own world, that is to say, I can't stay, and if I get it, it will be very short-lived, and I will lose it.

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"I don't feel sad, because I knew it from the beginning." Dazai said with a hidden expression on his face, "Whether Ango is a member of the Secret Service or not, as long as you think you don't want to lose something, you will definitely lose it. So I don’t feel it now. No matter what the value of pursuing is, it is doomed to be lost the moment it is obtained. There is no such thing as worth prolonging this dull life to pursue desperately.”

——Novel Volume 2 "Osamu Dazai and the Age of Darkness"