After binding the Yokohama Ancient God system

When I was going out, a young man rushed towards me in a hurry.

Seeing that he was about to lose his balance and slam into me, I had quick eyes and quick hands - I stretched out my arm and intercepted it slightly.

"Yes! Sorry!"

The boy blushed with anxiety at his gaffe, quickly hugged the thick stack of documents in his hand, straightened his back and stood at attention, and solemnly apologized to me.

He lowered his head, his snow-white short hair was vertical to the ground along an inclined arc, and his exposed neck was as pale as clay.

When he looked up, I saw a pair of star-like purple-gold eyes on that young face.

"Uh..." I was stunned for a moment, only feeling that I lost something very important at that moment.

"It's okay, just walk carefully."

I shook my head and accepted his apology with a smile.

For some reason, I had a secret urge in my heart to ask the young man—【Are you satisfied with your own life now? 】

But I don't know him, and I don't have any intersection or relationship with him; this inquiry and concern for no reason is a bit too subtle.

On the other hand, I vaguely feel that I will get an answer that will disappoint me.

Just like that, I watched the boy scratch his head in embarrassment, made a standard bow to me, and finally pushed open the door of the coffee shop and disappeared.

Under the setting sun, I wandered among the crowds.

Now it's time to get off work, and the streets are full of office workers. Each of them looks tired, looking down at their mobile phones, and walking on this road numbly and step by step.

The setting sun dyes people yellow and red, blurring everyone's faces.

Obviously, not long ago, I was still a member of this group of people, but now, I can no longer blend into this peaceful atmosphere.

【tread. 】

The high-heeled shoes stepped on the hard stone bricks, making a kicking sound.

"Uh..." I raised my head in a daze, and looked at the crowd around me, as well as the dazzling and old dusk above my head with almost "horrified" eyes.

Just this moment.

I felt extremely horrified - alone.

……

When Atsushi Nakajima came in, he found that Osamu Dazai was sitting on the seat with a wide open posture and making a phone call.

The man saw the boy coming in, and nodded to him, indicating that it was inconvenient for him now.

Atsushi Nakajima is a child who knows how to wink. When he saw his senior on the phone, he nodded obediently and kept silent. He put the records and materials in his hand on the side table, opened the door and left.

【——】

The phone rang twice and was quickly connected.

【Hey? 】

On the other end of the phone came a man's hoarse and deep voice.

Osamu Dazai didn't speak, just smiled lightly twice.

His two laughs are very magnetic and also very iconic.

The person on the opposite side recognized it almost in a second, and instantly became furious.

"You bloody mackerel! Where did you get my phone number!"

Nakahara Chuya's voice became more and more urgent, and he almost roared in the back.

"Don't be like this, Chuya, at least he's an old partner, so why not be gentle with me?"

Osamu Dazai's voice was smooth, and his slender fingers were playing with the wine glass that Yuxing Shang Jiangzhou had just used, and his fingertips were drawing circles along the mouth of the glass—finally resting on a bright red lip mark.

[I think you want to die! 】

On the opposite side, Nakahara Chuya's voice was irritable with a touch of drunkenness; it should have been drunk not long ago.

Although the man was cursing, he didn't directly hang up Dazai Osamu's phone, because he knew that Dazai Osamu would not rush to call him without important matters.

After defecting to the Port Mafia, Osamu Dazai and Chuya Nakahara contacted each other more than one hand.

"Shangjiangzhou pomelo and apricot."

Osamu Dazai held up the glass with a little liquid left in front of his eyes, and let the sunset outside the window dye the whole glass into an intoxicating orange.

He spit out a name slowly, and Zhong Yuanzhong who was cursing on the opposite side immediately fell silent.

【…】

"Uh..." No one spoke first between the two, and the atmosphere dropped to freezing point.

【What do you mean? 】

Zhong Yuan Zhong also asked sullenly on the other end of the phone, his voice full of creepy chill and warning.

Osamu Dazai rolled his eyes in his eye sockets: "Are you asking me, Nakaya? I thought you would know more than me; after all, Uezu-san... but I came to Yokohama."

"Yesterday, some unpleasant people just arrived in Yokohama. Today, Yuxing Shangjiang, who has been in Osaka for seven years, has also returned to Yokohama."

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "..."

After finishing speaking, Osamu Dazai put down his wine glass, chaos and night were converging in his kite-colored eyes.

"How about I ask her out for you? During that time, you idiot, remember to put more reliable people around, and it's best to call Akutagawa and the others."

Nakahara Chuya: "When will it be your turn to intervene in my affairs?"

The man said in a cold voice.

"Don't be like this, during this special period, Zhong Ye at least understands my good intentions."

Osamu Dazai smiled, not paying any attention to Chuya Nakahara's harsh tone.

"It only takes one afternoon. Whether there is any problem with Shangjiangzhou Sang can be seen naturally; although I know that your time is precious now, it's not that you can't even squeeze out an afternoon, right?"

Zhong Yuanzhong was also silent for a moment, his voice calmed down, even calm and indifferent.

[I don't think there is any need to meet. 】

Zhong Yuanzhong also said.

[There are many coincidences in the world, and she may have returned to this place just by chance. 】

[Since they are no longer from the same world, there is no need to bother her anymore. 】

In the end, the man Gujing had no waves.

【What happened in the past, let it go. 】

[Since it has already been buried in the grave, why bother to break the ground again? 】

"Eh?"

Osamu Dazai leaned his head up on the deck, revealing his snow-white and fragile neck, and his voice dragged out.

"You guy, you are still the same. You can bear how the people you like die in front of you. On the contrary, even if the people you hate come over to get close to you, you will fight angrily."

The man teased in a weird voice.

【What nonsense are you talking about? 】

Zhong Yuanzhong also became unhappy when he heard it, and his voice dropped another eight degrees?

Osamu Dazai raised his eyes slightly, and looked at the ceiling above his head: "Anyway, the time has been set. Tomorrow afternoon, Yuhe Restaurant in the Concession, whether you come or not is your own problem."

Zhongya Zhongyuan: "??"

Nakahara Chuya: "You're sick! You bastard who gave you the right to make your own decisions!"

Osamu Dazai didn't know what to think of, his voice became vile and sticky.

"Of course! It's best if you don't come - you don't know, Shangjiangzhou-san can become a big beauty now... I don't know if she has a boyfriend? Anyway, what kind of behavior does such a beautiful beauty seem to do?" Everything will be forgiven."

Osamu Dazai chuckled.

"If you don't come, I will live a two-person world with Shang Jiangzhou-sang-we may drink a little wine after that, the two of us will be drunk, so I can send her back to the guest in a logical way-"

Dazai Osamu hadn't finished speaking this time, and the anger value of Nakahara Chuya on the opposite side had reached its peak state.

[I warn you bastard mackerel!Don't fucking mess around! 】

【Snapped--】

Osamu Dazai snapped and hung up the phone with his fingers crossed, with a triumphant smile on his face.

"Dining with a beauty like You Xingsang... and being able to spend the dwarf's money in a fair manner, I'm excited just thinking about it."

He turned his head and saw Kunikida who was staring at him with the eyes of a dead man, and said in a coquettish and flattering voice: "I don't have any special formal clothes yet, Kunikida, can you lend me yours to wear?"

Kunikida: "Cub, die for me!"

Osamu Dazai: "!!"

……

In the hotel, I sat cross-legged on the bed with a map of Yokohama, and took out a red marker from my bag.

At the location of Nangang in the concession, I drew a red circle.

My gut tells me there's something there.

is very important to me.

So when Osamu Dazai asked me for a meeting place, I directly chose a place not far from Nangang in the concession.

After I met Zhongya Nakahara, I planned to go there to have a look.

【咚咚】

While I was thinking, someone knocked on the door.

"...?" I frowned, holding the newly bought fruit knife on the bedside table tightly in my hand, and slowly approached the hotel door.

"Who is it?"

After a moment of silence outside the door, I heard a young man's voice.

"Hi, I'm a delivery man, please check your package~"

Me: "I don't have any package, you sent it wrong."

There was no answer from outside the door, but I heard the sound of cardboard boxes falling to the ground, and the sound of footsteps gradually going away.

After waiting for 5 minutes, I heard that there was indeed no movement outside, so I opened the door.

A box stood alone outside the door.

When I brought it in, I didn't care if it was a dangerous item or not, and I opened the carton at 21.

I'm not afraid of death either, maybe it would be cleaner to blow me up with a cannonball.

"Uh..." Under the exquisite over-packaging, I saw a small box.

In the box, there is a platinum ring.

I picked up the note next to it and looked at it——【Yang’s choice back then was not wrong, it was Zhongyuan Zhongya who made the mistake, and he was also the one who made you waste seven years. 】

[If the anger in my heart cannot be vented, how can I continue my life in the future? 】

I glanced at the note, and then at the ring.

I found, on the outer end of the ring, a small, inconspicuous thorn.

And looking from the inside of the ring, you can see a small pot of yellow flowing liquid.

"Uh..." I was speechless.

If God gave me super powers now, I would go out and stab that guy to death right now.

Can't live in the future if you don't vent?

It's like I can live a good life by drugging the port mafia to death.

I'm afraid I can't even go out of Yokohama, right?