[Wen Ye] Miss Nakahara's Revenge

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If I want to write a book if I have spare time in the future, I must write the next one, and the title will be "On the Years when Osamu Dazai Persevered in Looking for Death but Couldn't Die".

Parking the car on an inaccessible bank in the lower reaches of the river, while waiting for a certain mackerel to float down the current, Zhong Yuan took out his mobile phone and suddenly thought so.

It wasn't a sudden whim, she had this idea for a long time, as early as when Dazai Osamu was used as a weekly magazine material, Nakahara was so angry that she wanted to pay back, but unfortunately her education level was limited at that time, she had ideas but suffered from lack of practice The means and time to achieve it, but there are a lot of suitable materials, that is, the other party's endlessly fancy suicide methods.

Yes, from the time she met him at the age of 15, she knew that Osamu Dazai would often play suicide with a more serious and respectful attitude than his attitude towards work.

Yes, it’s just playing, just like Zhong also developed a hobby of playing games, sports cars and occasionally picking up a few stray cats and dogs in PortMafia, Dazai Osamu’s hobby is to play with his own life at certain times and for certain purposes An exciting game, if he wins, he continues to live, if he loses, he happily embraces death.

It’s just that at PortMafia at that time, he was too smart and always cheated. He used the script to add drama to himself, and occasionally got involved in the plot, so he couldn’t die. As for now, he claims to be refreshing and full of emotions. Vigorous young social animals play suicide more just to add some fun to their lives.

So this time Dazai Osamu used jumping into the river to avoid trouble, it was quite strange, Chuya thought, that guy likes to commit suicide doesn’t mean he likes to be forced to commit suicide, he would choose such a simple and rude way to interrupt the other party’s chase, obviously he was irritated— — That is to say, a development outside of his script?

Thinking of this, she recalled the people who followed Dazai Osamu earlier, evaluated the possible direction of thinking, and then chose to take out her work mobile phone and click on the chat group of PortMafia.

After get off work hours, and there is no extra business at night, the chat records in each group are 99+.Those normal employees in the normal external group are chatting about the place for dinner after work; the R&D department of the Information Department is summing up the losses caused by Kajii Kejiro’s experiment today; Higuchi Kazuyo in the solo group of the Black Lizard Fighting Faction is asking about her whereabouts Akutagawa-senpai; read as the five major cadres, there are actually only three people plus the leader, only A is bragging about his business performance on a daily basis; Stardard Island" related information, because he will be accompanied by his assistant to land on the island together.

Although it may be a bit of a test in action, Sigma has been in PortMafia for a while, and it is not bad to experience these scenes. Besides, if he stops it by himself, although the young man will obey the order, he will probably have other ideas in his heart.

After thinking about it like this, he didn't speak in the group, but poked Lilith's profile picture alone and chose to chat privately.

In the filthy sadness: [Lilith?exist?What's going on with the Hound lately? ]

Lilith-the machine is not malfunctioning and it’s not artificial mental retardation: [It’s time to get off work... well, the machine is indeed working overtime, what’s the matter?Fukuchi Sakura's stupid Wei Wei repeatedly flirted with this machine on the Internet and even said that he wanted to have a fast plan with this machine's offline real person?Just kidding, Mr. Chuya, what are you referring to? ]

In the filthy sadness: [Your joke made me so cold, thank you, specifically referring to the mission attendance, their nearest field location, etc., help me check a little bit. ]

Lilith-The machine is not malfunctioning and it is not an artificial mental retardation: [……… If you want to stare at the hound, you will be bitten back.JPG]

Lilith-the machine is not malfunctioning, let alone artificially retarded: [Is it agreed that PortMafia is a lawful evil camp?Mr. Zhongye, you will be caught if you try to violate the rules! ]

In the filthy sadness: [Just find out the public itinerary on the surface, this is not a secret. ]

Lilith-the machine is not malfunctioning and it’s not an artificial mental retardation: [Oh, let’s start with Tokyo and then Kyoto, with various kiosk itineraries in between. ]

Restaurant politics with Far Eastern characteristics refers to the corrupt characteristics of various factions finding excuses to eat, drink and consume in the so-called high-end restaurants scattered around the country after a high-sounding meeting, and hold small meetings to decide decisions.

Zhongyuan Zhongya has heard and experienced banquets of a similar nature over the years, and the most straightforward idea he came up with is that the food is unpalatable and not full, and it is a waste of time.However, from the news revealed by Lilith, it can at least show that after the last operation, [Hound Dog] probably had exchanges and cooperation with the Supernatural Secret Service Division. I don't want to sit still, so I try to find a way to get together.

As for how this has something to do with Osamu Dazai... um... probably...

Recalling the background of Dazai Osamu who was in charge of tracking him when he defected, Nakahara also had associations.

Before she could wait, she tried to figure things out further, there was a sound of knocking on the glass outside the car window, and when she looked up, a wet Dazai Osamu who had just climbed out of the river was smiling at her through the car window.

Nakaya signaled him to go to the back seat with his eyes, but Osamu Dazai pretended not to see it. After a lot of haggling, Osamu Dazai sat in the co-pilot seat as he wished, with a dry towel slapped on his face.

"Nakaya is really stingy, he doesn't give up even a single passenger seat." Osamu Dazai, who was only wearing a shirt, complained, carelessly wiping his hair with a towel.

"If I could, I wouldn't even let you get in the car." Folding his wet windbreaker and stuffing it into a vacuum storage bag and throwing it into the trunk of the car, Zhongyuan Zhong also habitually retorted that the maintenance of the car's leather seats is all money. Selling the current mackerel is probably not enough to consume it a few times.

"It's getting too much, you caring stingy slug." Osamu Dazai complained about her after finally drying his hair.

"A suicide-addicted mackerel who can't even pay for the car wash has no right to blame me!" Zhongya Nakahara, who was looking for clothes, said casually.

"So it's true that 'money is broken and love is broken'?" Osamu Dazai was surprised, and what responded to him was the shirt and black suit that Chuya slapped on his face.

"Where did you hear this theory? Besides, you and I have a relationship?" Zhongya Zhongya sat back in the driver's seat with an extremely inconceivable tone.

"Of course, after all, you and I hate each other~" Osamu Dazai dragged out his voice, unfolded his clothes and looked at them, "Aren't there any bandages?" He asked Nakaya aggressively.

"The spare bandages on the car are not for you to waste!" Nakahara Nakaya put down the blackout curtains on the car, and Osamu Dazai unabashedly took off his clothes and changed into clean clothes in her sight.

Although Nakahara Nakaya is often harshly evaluated as "lower in physical skills", "wasting bandages", and "mackerel that drags the legs", but he was once the youngest cadre of PortMafia, partnered with Nakahara Nakaya and was able to go crazy in her Osamu Dazai, who stopped her and brought her back when he was out of control, is naturally not a purely civil servant. On the contrary, he who has supernatural powers and is disqualified in the world actually needs more agility, because the opponent's attacks against him are often not supernatural powers but more direct firepower /melee destroy.Under Osamu Dazai's well-tailored trench coat on weekdays is a well-trained body, with smooth muscle lines to the extent that people can sincerely admire its beauty.

Its performance in bed is also really satisfactory.

Driving an adult car in her heart, Nakahara Chuya's gaze stayed on the other person. She judged the danger level of his recent mission based on the degree of newness and oldness of the scars on the other person's body, and concluded that a certain mackerel must have been fishing very much recently. Cool, tsk, is the detective agency a place to eat?It makes people feel so moist.

"The clothes seem a little tight." Osamu Dazai, who was wearing a black suit, was thinking about how to place his bow tie, and muttered casually.

"Oh, normal, your clothes from a few years ago." Nakahara Zhongya replied, and after finishing speaking, both of them froze.

It was their habit to prepare each other's clothes and first-aid medicine in the trunk of the car when they were partners. Although Nakahara was already used to someone getting into the water from time to time, he thought he deserved it, so he was dripping wet, and the mackerel that climbed ashore, etc. It’s good to dry yourself, but there are always some occasions where it’s not suitable to go there wet—for example, since Osamu Dazai was promoted to a cadre, the receptions, cadre meetings, etc. have become more frequent.

Therefore, there will be the other party’s clothes in the trunk of her car, and vice versa-because Nakahara Chuya doesn’t like to be covered in blood and sticky after performing tasks, and Osamu Dazai will also prepare her in the vehicle equipped for his own actions. clothing.

It’s just that those habits, along with Osamu Dazai’s defection, lost their value of existence, and Zhongyuan Zhong didn’t need to go to various strange places to find her partner, and Osamu Dazai, when he entered the water, no one would stop waiting for him in the lower reaches of the river .

In the awkward atmosphere, it was Osamu Dazai's chuckle that broke the silence, "This means that I have grown taller in the past two years, 1.8 meters tall, and I am 21 centimeters shorter than me." Even in a black suit The young man, who was very different from two years ago, put his hands on his face and smiled, gesticulating the height difference between the two, "So the trunk of Zhongye's car needs to be updated. By the way, I clearly remembered that I put a windbreaker in your car some time ago. on."

"...you put the women's style..." Nakahara sighed, she knew where the beige women's windbreaker in her office closet came from, it was probably when a blue and white fish rubbed against her car Entrained.

"Haha, Zhong Ye is so slow, I just realized it now, buy one and get one free, yours is a bonus." Osamu Dazai, who had seen the couple's outfit as he wished before, smiled like a cat who stole a fish.

As a result, the next itinerary turned into shopping mall purchases. Just as Chuya Nakahara guessed, Osamu Dazai must have a side job in addition to the work of the detective agency. He said that he was poor because he lied to her, and looked at the other party like a butterfly. Fleeing among the hangers, carrying a pile of clothes with prices that are not high-end goods to the counter to check out, she felt a little regretful in her heart - if she swiped the card by herself, she would be able to publicly post a "eat soft" on Dazai Osamu's face. rice" label.

"What's for dinner tonight?" After shopping for daily necessities and food and returning home, he threw the bags on the sofa, followed Osamu Dazai, who was slumped on the sofa, and asked Chuya Nakahara, who was taking off his suit.

"Get some as you like, I'm not very hungry." Zhong also brushed his hair up and tied it into a ponytail, "Think about what you want besides canned crab meat."

Because she lived under the same roof for a long time, her originally empty refrigerator was gradually stuffed with various ingredients, and it became normal for each other to cook a meal in each other's spare time——Dazai Osamu did it when he was not playing tricks What comes out is actually edible.

"Then I want to eat fried rice," Osamu Dazai got up and walked to the other end of the living room, making a request on his own. He opened the refrigerator and consciously took out his favorite canned crab meat, and also took out pre-steamed rice and carrots , green peppers, eggs, fish cakes, char siew, because Zhong didn’t like it, so I didn’t take long onions, and I also took a few apples and oranges. Zhong also ate it?A reception at work? "From the time he got in the car, he could smell the wine on Zhongyuan Zhongye's body. It was rich and mellow, and as sweet as sticky bee sugar.

"Guess what? What kind of water did you get into today? What's the situation?" Nakahara, who found out the apron he was wearing, didn't answer directly, but asked Osamu Dazai his own question.

"It's not easy, Chuya actually didn't ask until we got home." Picking up a knife to peel the apple, Osamu Dazai hummed.

"To each other, I think Dazai, you have been smelling it for a long time since you got in the car, just like a dog." Nakahara also snorted, she guessed that the other party must have been thinking about it for a long time, smart people, they are playing with their minds all day long, Not too tired.

She entered the kitchen with all kinds of ingredients, washed and chopped them one by one, then lit the gas and poured oil to start frying. When she was about to turn around to get the seasoning, Osamu Dazai, who appeared quietly behind her, was about to stuff it into her mouth. piece of apple.

"So it's bribery, let's change one question for another. Did you demolish Mr. Mori's office while drinking?" Osamu Dazai smiled innocently and refreshingly, and his tone was so good that he didn't seem to be a perverted person.

In fact, Zhongyuan Zhong does not like apples very much, because peeling is troublesome, and the flesh is often sour, unless he peels it to refresh his mind when he has low blood sugar in the morning, but Dazai Osamu likes it. Biting the pulp, she answered vaguely.

"...I had a few drinks with Verlaine and asked some questions."

"Need to open a bottle of noble rot and drip gold? That's very precious." Dazai Osamu leaned his head on her shoulder, and played with the chocker on her neck carelessly with his fingers, not knowing whether it was the sound or his fingers that made his ears feel hot .

"You actually know how to drink?" Nakahara Chuya's tone was genuinely surprised. Osamu Dazai is a very restrained person and does not allow himself to lose control. Therefore, he rarely touches alcohol unless it is really unavoidable to socialize.

"Because you and I used to be partners, so of course I know you better than Chuya, including the treasures in your wine cabinet." Osamu Dazai said solemnly, in exchange for the latter's black face "You are far from my baby Stay away from the wine cabinet, or I will kill you." Warning.

"That's the next question, you answer me first, what kind of trouble did you encounter, you were about to sink into the water, was it calculated?" Nakahara Naka also stirred the ingredients and rice, and poured the canned crab meat that Osamu Dazai had opened into it. in a plate on one side.

"Unexpected calculation, but after seeing Chuya, I can roughly figure out what's going on." Osamu Dazai said with his head down, so the grown man stuck to Nakahara Nakaya to watch her split the fried rice in half Putting it on a plate, wrapping her arms around her waist.

"Let's hear it." Zhongyuan Zhong didn't doubt the script master's ability to obtain information and summarize threading. She pushed Osamu Dazai's head slightly with her hand, signaling him to clean up the kitchen waste, pots, spatulas, and chopsticks, and carried them by herself. The two dishes went to the living room.

Behind him was Osamu Dazai's methodical voice.

"It was the Tsushima family in Aomori who ran to the detective agency to find me. Ah, Nakaya should know that is the family I have been away for a long time. The reason is because they were involved in the previous involvement of [Hound Dog] and the human body of the supernatural person. In the aftermath of the reformation, it happened that the head of the family was seriously ill, and the sons below couldn't support the table, so someone just handed over my information, and they wanted me to be the dead ghost."

Talking about his family, Osamu Dazai said coldly and calmly, and he was stranger than strangers, "But the only thing they can find out is the armed detective agency. The problem is not big and can be solved quickly, and the purpose of the person who provided the information is not good. In this, I hope that I will leave Yokohama for a while, as for the destination, ah, I was still thinking about it at first, but now I know, the other party wants me to enter Standard Island."

"Amazing." Nakahara Nakahara, who was already sitting on the seat and gave himself half a glass of pre-dinner wine, also moved slightly when he heard "Standard Island". She was not surprised that Osamu Dazai could receive a message about that island, Val Navigating the island to Yokohama Offshore Ability Secret Service will definitely pay attention, but because the island is a shared territory of Britain, France and Germany, they cannot legally log in and supervise them, entrusting the task to an armed detective agency is one of the options.

Osamu Dazai will know that Verne is too normal, and his information channels have always been terrifying.

But as for why the other party guessed it was his destination...

"Noble rot and golden white wine, produced by the Chateau Sauternes in France. The vintage may be more than a hundred years old. It is priceless in the market. It is not so easy to get it even in the Central Plains. It is also combined with French red wine before. From the perspective of business, it should be a stepping stone gift from the French side. You owed them favors, and now they come to you to repay them, so you have to take the gift to Verlaine to ask for information. If the French superhuman organization has plans, it must point to Standard. The transcendent Jules Gabriel Verne hidden on the island, who can obtain that information and make calculations to the point that I think there are not many behind-the-scenes characters who need to go to the island, happens to be the only one I know.” Wash clean Pots and pans, then Osamu Dazai sat at the dining table and looked up at Chuya Nakahara, "Do you need me to give you more hints?"

"No need, I think I already know who it is." Nakahara Chuya said with a grim expression.

To obtain such detailed information, the Far East and Europe are scheming against anyone other than rats in the gutter.

"Meow." Osamu Dazai meowed suddenly without warning, to show that her guess was correct.

The author has something to say:

Dazai Osamu's own little thought: the co-pilot is the exclusive position of his lover. ╮(╯▽╰)╭

I wrote before that when the two of PortMafia were partners, Chuya tied him up and stuffed him in the back seat →_→

"Money is broken and love is broken", a stalk from "No Man in the World" is used, which has a different meaning from the original text.