[Wen Ye] Miss Nakahara's Revenge

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Hmm... I sorted out the following outline today, and the rough outline of the full text is basically done. People are like demons, so I am very eager to post a 16-year-old knife in this extra episode, but I feel that there is a little bit of foreshadowing for directly posting a knife. Well, so...

Let’s sweeten the chapter first and then send the knife, Oye!

Chirp is a bit dull, but it's not completely insensitive~

However, compared to the main text, the 15-year-old couple have not yet formally become partners, so they don’t really have a good understanding. For example, they don’t particularly consider each other’s taste when cooking and eating, and they don’t think too much about each other. Now Osamu Dazai is alone and dark. There are a lot of bad intentions, and the current Zhong is not mature, and she doesn't have much trust in Osamu Dazai. At most, because she is a companion, she has to find a reason before she can think of beating someone, so she can't beat him... Nakahara Chuya both Sitting blankly.

She yawned quietly, and looked at the stains on the wall absently. It seemed that there were more stains than when she came last time. She guessed that it was tea stains?Or mosquito blood?Uh... there should be no mosquitoes in winter.

Opposite her, a policeman about 40 years old was chattering endlessly. The topics ranged from the food in his bowl to his life experience, social experience, and then to complaining about some unsatisfactory things in his life, and finally changed the subject to her. The preaching session—for example, a girl of her age should not wander out or make unscrupulous friends, but should find a decent job and save some money. In the future, whether it is studying or starting a family, it is more suitable for her .

Hey, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.

"I have a serious job, Mr. Murase, the clerk of the gem retail store, I showed you my work ID card." Nakahara said very sincerely, "I'm just working overtime today."

"A good boy shouldn't be wandering around the port of Yokohama at night, you can sign here, and then you can leave immediately." The policeman sitting opposite her pushed a piece of paper towards him, and said kindly: "If I have a daughter, I should As old as you."

Zhong Yuanzhong also poked his ears, wanting to say that she really didn't want to continue performing such a boring drama - but there was no way, the person who came to meet her on bail was not in place yet.She presided over a gem smuggling business last night. It was very successful. Both the buyer and the seller were happy. The only unpleasant thing was that she encountered a fight with local gangsters when she left. She just passed by, but was ambushed by the police there. Caught back—on the grounds that she was involved in bad behavior.

She didn't even move her hands!

Well, the above reasons are well known to each other and are used to coax fools. She knows that the detective named Murase in front of her is bent on destroying PortMafia's secret intelligence network, so she sees her as a breakthrough; Knowing that behind the salesperson of her gem retail store, she is running the gem smuggling business in Yokohama.But she didn't break the law on the surface, and she wasn't caught in the dark, so the other party could only bring her back to try to find the omissions in language or actions. We all played each other skillfully and acted on each other.

So Zhong Yuanzhong also slowly took the paper—it was actually an agreement to assist in the collection of evidence and prosecution. The other party kept asking her to tell the information about PortMafia in exchange for bail and future witness protection.She folded the paper and folded it into a thousand origami cranes under the helpless gaze of the other party. When she finished the last step, footsteps came from the door, and a policeman walked in with a mobile phone in embarrassment and yelled in a low voice "Mr. Murase." Then she saw the expression of the middle-aged man in front of her looking at her change from helpless to bitter, she stood up, happily pushed the thousand paper cranes back in front of him, stretched her waist and said thank you hospitality.

——Oye, the person who came to pick her up has arrived, and there is no reason for the person to continue holding her to chant scriptures.

Zhong Yuan, who walked out of the police station 5 minutes later, showed a helpless expression similar to that of the policeman to the visitor squatting beside the car.

"Ah, how could it be you, is there no one in PortMafia? We need mackerel to come ashore." She said with a look of lovelessness.

"I want to give you the same thing in return, slug, it's the second time in a month to enter the police station, you are almost catching up with Mr. Mori, you know?" Osamu Dazai who spoke was focusing on mobile games, although it was already December winter , He didn't wear much because of this, he was still dressed in a black suit and white shirt, bandages were tied around his head, wrists and neck, blood was still faintly visible on the bandages on his wrists.

"I was not detained for harassing Alice." Xiao Xiao whispered to defend herself, and Nakahara Zhongyafu yawned again. After the business in the early morning, she should have gone back to the dormitory room to sleep, but Instead of being taken to the police station to listen to the police feeding her old chicken soup for nearly half a day, now she just wants to go back to her residence, feed her stomach and go to rest.

"You will be punished for slandering the leader. I just need to say one more thing, Chuya, you will be locked up at least." Osamu Dazai said indifferently, and after the round ended, he put down his phone and stood up.

"I was stating the facts, complaining." Zhong Yuanzhong also responded to him carelessly. She walked around to the other side of the car, opened the door, sat in with her legs up, and skillfully reported her current accommodation to the driver. the address of.

Osamu Dazai also sat in. He took out the charger from under the car seat, plugged in the phone, and prepared to start another game.

The car driving on the road at high speed was silent for a while, only the sound of Dazai Osamu’s cell phone keys, and Nakahara Nakaya was checking the cell phone news——Haven’t read the news for a long time, there were already a lot of messages in the mailbox and chat group, she picked a few The most urgent one is to reply first, and go to report to his subordinates that everything is fine, and everything is normal with Ozaki Hongye, and then see a message from Dumbbird saying that he is going on a business trip to a certain place in the west today, and he will be with the surgeon.It seems that I don't have to listen to disco upstairs all night when I go back tonight, Zhong Yuanzhong also thought, it's great, otherwise she would listen to people disco in the middle of the night for a week, she wondered if she would finally be unable to resist and tie the other party up to the The creeper-covered wall of the Old World bar.

None of the boys and girls here felt that there was anything wrong with such a quiet way of getting along without interfering with each other or communicating with each other. In other words, because of the relationship between the first time and the second time, the two of them already had a tacit understanding on certain matters.

——In view of the fact that the police seem to regard Zhongya Nakahara as a breakthrough in their year-end performance recently, the work of finding people for bail has been done by Osamu Dazai in recent times.

Osamu Dazai is responsible for finding people. As a thank you or something else, Nakahara Chu also takes care of him for a meal, and then the two are cleared.

Although Nakahara has always felt that Osamu Dazai is definitely not missing that meal, he just wants to watch her frantically perform the fried kitchen.

It may be because during the police station, I heard the police nagging about the udon noodles and fried shrimp he ate last night. Nakahara also subconsciously took curry udon and frozen tempura when he was shopping for food at the convenience store downstairs. And French fries, since she took it, she simply added another can of ketchup, and then looked at Osamu Dazai, who seemed to be wearing very thin clothes, waiting at the door of the store. To die, so she took a few more pieces of ginger by mistake.

Theoretically, Osamu Dazai has made remarkable achievements in the past six months. He has destroyed several organizations and opened up several new business channels, and he has already won the title of the deepest and darkest PortMafia.Zhong Yuanzhong also suddenly thought so when using the ability to suspend the convenience bag in his hand in mid-air, and fumbled in the pocket to find the key, but no one seemed to know where he lived.

Maybe like Mori Ogai, he lives in the PortMafia building?After all, they are considered masters and apprentices, and Mori Ogai will not ignore his students.

This thought flashed in her mind, she opened the door, went in and pressed the power switch of the living room first, then turned on the air conditioner and adjusted it to the heating setting.

In terms of life, Ozaki Hongye has always raised the little girl very carefully. Although Nakahara has moved away from her side, this female cadre still takes good care of her life. On the table in the living room are flowers that change every Monday, and in the wardrobe are All kinds of seasonal clothing, milk and fruit in the refrigerator will remind her to eat and buy fresh ones on time, and as for the sofa in the small living room, there are all kinds of soft plush pillows—oh, these are Zhongyuan Zhongya himself who occasionally goes shopping bought.

Osamu Dazai stuffed himself into the soft plush pile of the sofa, and Nakahara used his ability to make the newly bought convenience bag float into the kitchen, while he took off his suit and changed into more homely clothes, oh, she also He tied his hair up with a scrunchie, and the scrunchie with a white pompom seemed familiar to him.

"One serving of udon is not enough, Chuya, have you forgotten how much you can eat?" Osamu Dazai said lazily, playing with the plush puppy pillow on the sofa - this pillow was brought in by him once Yes, because it was a dog, Nakahara Nakaya stared at him for a long time and got into a fight with him.

Maybe it's because of her abilities that Zhong Yuanzhong also eats more than the average girl, but her bone density is also higher than the average person's. Looking thin, she actually has beautiful muscles, and she can beat the YMCA up and down without relying on abilities. Under the force of course, need to match the physical condition.

"Shut up, it's fine if you don't starve to death." Having said that, Nakahara Nakaya still opened the refrigerator and took out the rice and eggs that had been steamed overnight - which she planned to keep for herself for breakfast or supper .

Udon noodles with omelet rice, if this is not enough for her to eat, she will change the nickname of mackerel to blue and white pig, Nakahara Chu also thought to himself.

It doesn't take long to prepare the meal. The curry udon noodles can be heated directly in the microwave. She only needs to fry the eggs and pour some tomato sauce on the rice to serve as the simplest omelet rice. Deep-fried tempura , and finally chopped the ginger and added brown sugar to cook a pot, and Zhong Yuanzhong also let the plates float on the dining table.

Because both of them were hungry, and because they had nothing to say, they ate honestly and quietly, except for the occasional monotonous sound of chopsticks touching the edge of the bowl.

As for after the meal, Dazai Osamu didn't express anything superfluous even when faced with the ginger and brown sugar water in front of him. He just quietly drank the cup slowly while watching Nakahara Nakaya clean up the dishes with one eye open. .

It's a boring process, he thought, just like other jobs in PortMafia, although it's interesting at first, it will soon lose interest, even Dazai himself doesn't know why he came here, maybe the first time It was interesting to watch the shorty cook in a hurry and almost blow up the kitchen once after being released on bail, but after a few times, she has become proficient-although the dishes are not delicious, udon noodles are instant food in convenience stores Food, the ketchup in the omurice was a little too much.

Finding no fun is boring, Osamu Dazai wants to go back to his secret stronghold and continue to study the diary of Rimbaud that he had worked so hard to get - about "Black No. 12" and "Gentle Forest" "Secret" he himself is very curious, like playing a puzzle game, maybe after he solves it, he can turn Nakahara Nakaya into his most obedient maid, isn't this much more interesting than now?Dazai thought so.

The little dwarf's learning ability is actually very fast, but she has been able to control the gem business in a few months, he continued to think aimlessly, sometimes he really thinks that there are too many things in the Central Plains, and people can't bear it when they are full. It will be sleepy to live...

There is also ginger brown sugar tea, does she think she doesn't know that it is for invigorating the blood and warming the lungs?Although it is true that I no longer feel so cold because of this, but compared to really warming up...

So when Zhongya Nakahara cleaned up the kitchen and came out, he found that Osamu Dazai had fallen asleep sitting up. He was hugging her pillow with his head hanging down, his slightly long curly hair blocked his eyes, and he was breathing evenly. Zhong Yuanzhong, who told him to leave quickly, also hesitated. Is it not good to drive people away so unreasonably? She asked herself, at least he got her, and he didn't intentionally make her angry along the way...

"But you won't be afraid of catching a cold if you sleep like this," muttered in a low voice, Zhong Yuanzhong also stepped lightly, and went to raise the temperature of the air conditioner in the living room a few degrees, so she was still worried, so she thought about it, and approached Go and push him: "Hey, Dazai, don't sit up and sleep if you want to sleep." She said in a stiff tone.

Osamu Dazai gave a confused "hmm" and didn't even open his eyes.

Nakahara Chuya: "..." Couldn't he be really sick?Wearing so little cold wind will definitely give you a headache.

She reached out and touched the other person's forehead, isn't it burning?He was wondering, but the other party suddenly tilted his head, leaned towards her, and pulled her onto the sofa.

I! @#@! #! #! ... This guy is definitely a fake sleeper!Fake sleep! ! !She wants to hang this guy Dazai upstairs to blow cold air to wake him up! ! !Zhongyuan, who was cursing in his heart, froze, not knowing whether to explode on the spot.

"Don't be noisy... sleepy..." The other party said vaguely, holding her hand and leaning on her shoulder, the bandage on the boy's wrist was still bloodstained, Zhong Yuanzhong also frowned, wanting to push him away The action has never been put into practice.

Obviously such a powerful person, why can't he take care of himself.She murmured silently in her heart, she was in a mood for some unknown reason, just like the time when she sneaked out of the library with Dazai Osamu, her heart beat inexplicably faster, she thought it was hard for her to understand why she was in such a mood, obviously not so happy, with A little boring, but I can't help but think about it.

PortMafia refers to Osamu Dazai as darkness and haze. Even other people in the YMCA are cautious when referring to Osamu Dazai.But... Zhongyuan Zhong also stared at the other party's sleeping face, thinking that this guy is not what they call him, this guy is actually very inferior, he was kicked against the wall by himself for the first time, and he can use it as a shield If it doesn't work, Osamu Dazai himself is like a depressed mackerel, thinking about life and meaning all day long, thinking about assimilating himself into depression.

Oh, he is better than me in terms of business... Bah, bah, bah, I can't admit defeat before the end, I must be promoted to a cadre one step ahead of the other party, otherwise...

Otherwise... my life experience... will be used as a threat by him...

Zhong Yuanzhong, who was thinking like this, also felt that his eyelids were heavy, and his head began to droop bit by bit.

After her consciousness sank into the deepest darkness, Osamu Dazai who leaned on her shoulder quietly opened his eyes.

He was too vigilant, he thought, he lost his vigilance like this, no wonder he was stabbed in the back, no wonder he accepted the YMCA so quickly...

You idiot, Chuya Nakahara, you might as well just be an idiot!In this way, you will not be promoted to a cadre if you are given another four years!Osamu Dazai thought angrily, quietly keeping the distance between the two closer, because the other party was so stupid, he decided not to tell her about Rimbaud's diary notebook for the time being, anyway, the YMCA is helping her Check his background... But for some reason, he chose to continue to close his eyes.

Maybe it's because it's hard to warm up.