[Wenye] Dazai opened his eyes

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"Oh!"

He clearly knew.

"Oh!"

I am in a dream.

"Oh!"

otherwise……

"Oh!"

This sound of gunshots...

"Oh!"

It would have already made him alert on conditioned reflex.

"Oh!"

Zhong also looked at the familiar gate in front of him in confusion. He would go in and out of it several times a day, but because of this, he was too familiar with it so that he could not remember the details clearly.

Those patterns, those abrasions, those wiped off bloodstains...

If you observe carefully now, it even makes him feel a little strange.

"Oh!"

Ah... Why can I think about these things with the continuous gunshots? Is it really the reason for the dream?I always feel that my thinking is a little unclear.

"Oh!"

But it's very strange, obviously I... I shouldn't be able to dream.

"Oh!"

Noisy...

"Oh!"

Speaking of which, why don't I go in and have a look?

"Oh!"

Who is beating who, just one click...

"Oh!"

Almost... thirty or forty beats.

……

……Um?

stopped?

In the suddenly quiet corridor, Chuya slowly raised his hand and closed the cold door.

Gently push.

Then he saw, Osamu Dazai.

...a lot, a lot of Dazai.

Some fell to the ground, some leaned against the wall, and some only showed one leg from the bedroom.

The blood flooded the expensive carpet, flowing towards Chuya's feet bit by bit, and the only survivor, sitting on his 'throne', smiled, closed his eyes, and raised the gun in his hand .

"Oh!"

There was another Osamu Dazai in the room.

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"Dazai!"

Zhong Ye sat up Jiling from the bed, panting violently, staring blankly at the dark bedroom around him, took a long time to breathe a sigh of relief, and wiped the cold sweat off his forehead.

"what……"

"...Chuya...what are you doing in the middle of the night..."

The quilt next to him twisted twice and a hairy head emerged, Dazai yawned a little sleepily, and complained extremely disgusted.

"Could it be that at this age, mother still needs to tell stories and pat the quilt to sleep soundly?"

After speaking, he began to pat the quilt again, shouting loudly.

"Since Zhong didn't let me sleep well tonight, I will definitely be very lethargic tomorrow! Therefore, I will leave the work to Zhongya to complete, and it will be regarded as compensation!"

"...Stop making excuses! I will never help you with work! Show me the documents!"

After Dazai made such a fuss, the uneasiness that was still pent up in his heart just now was completely dissipated. Chuya casually squeezed a pillow and pressed it on Dazai's restless mouth, as if pressing down hard. Press, making Dazai yell again and again.

"Hmm! Murdered my husband! Help!"

"To shut up……"

Having a headache from being yelled at by Dazai, Chuya rubbed the center of his brows, sighed and lay back on the bed a little irritated.

"Hurry up and sleep, isn't there a joint celebration with the detective agency tomorrow?"

"whispering sound……"

Dazai looked at Chuuya's tired look, curled his lips and didn't make any further fuss, turned sideways to face Chuya's direction, stretched out his hand, and hugged him to his side.

"Have you had a nightmare?"

He closed his eyes and asked, his voice still soft.

"...That's right."

Chuya also closed his eyes and spoke in a tired voice.

"What did you dream about?"

"……you."

"Ah, Chuuya loves me so much~"

"Ah...I probably love you to death!"

Chuya gritted his teeth and opened his eyes, staring at Osamu Dazai's face and grabbed his collar.

"Dreaming that you died thirty or forty times, I probably really can't forget killing you!"

Osamu Dazai was taken aback when he heard that, but after a short moment, he put back his astonishment.

"Thirty or forty times... It's terrible. You can't do it yourself, so I'm going to consider moving out."

"Ghost knows who did it, probably yourself, anyway, I saw you commit suicide once, and all that was left was piles of corpses and gunshots."

Chu also complained slightly dissatisfied, and rolled over in Dazai's arms.

"I'm asleep, I'm asleep... I hope I can dream of beating you up."

"...Don't give me a punch in your body when you're hoping and dreaming."

Dazai muttered, and hugged Chuuya a little tighter.

"Good night."

"OK, good night."

Sure enough, Chuya's height is so comfortable to hug.

Of course, Dazai didn't say this, otherwise they wouldn't have to sleep tonight, they would definitely spend the whole night in bed.

Well, in the real sense, hit.

In order to be in a good mood tomorrow, let's not talk too fast now.

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Recently, a not-so-big thing happened in Yokohama, that is, an organization called "Assembly" traveled across the ocean and came to Yokohama to do things.

Of course, they were not stupid enough to directly confront the behemoth □□, but they got into trouble with the detective agency. It will be a big loss.

With the intervention of the Communist Party, although violent friction has not been completely avoided, most ordinary people in Yokohama have not noticed this undercurrent. And, □□ and the combination reached a private transaction and ended.

And today, it was the day when the gang and the detective agency held a joint celebration party after the group left Yokohama. Even so, the detectives didn't have any extra preparations because of this, as if it was an ordinary dinner party. During the day they continued their daily routine.

"Knock knock."

Well, although it is quite different from the real daily life before, it is estimated that some people will need to get used to it for a while.

Hearing the knock on the door, Kunikida paused for a moment while holding the pen, then raised his head and pushed his glasses.

"Please come in."

"excuse me."

Atsushi Nakajima, who was wearing a black coat, stood at the door, nodded politely, and behind him stood the quiet little Kyoka.

"What is my task today?"

Looking at the two children who were waiting for orders, Kunikida couldn't help but sighed.

This was part of the contract during the initial cooperation, allowing Atsushi Nakajima and Kyoka to come to the detective agency to help for a period of time in the name of exchange.

【"A deeper mutual understanding will help our future cooperation, won't it?"】

Thinking of the calm and confident smile of the leader named Osamu Dazai at that time, Kunikida felt that he must have a deeper conspiracy.

However, although he objected to this at the beginning, Mr. Ranpo seemed to have reached a consensus with the leader named Osamu Dazai in private. In this case, he felt a little more at ease.

If it is Mr. Ranpo's decision, then there is no problem.

In short, after nearly a month of getting along, although Kunikida is still a little wary of the two children who came from the scorpion, he still feels good. Although it is true that he is not on the same path as the detective agency, it is not like the rumors. A ruthless executioner.

In short, after this period of time, Kunikida is slowly getting used to it.

As for the person who exchanged the past...

Forget it, since Mr. Ranpo said it's okay, then it's okay, anyway, he also promised not to let Akutagawa get in touch with those dangerous things, and he was just doing chores under Akutagawa Yin's hands, which would help their brother and sister reconcile.

"There are enough people going to the field, come and help sort out the materials."

Kunikida got up and took out some folders, and was about to walk towards the door when he heard a roar from a distance.

"Human tiger!"

Along with the roar came a sharp blade made of cloth. If Atsushi Nakajima hadn't flashed to the side like a conditioned reflex, it would probably have been painted.

"... Akutagawa!"

Nakajima stood in front of Kyoka and snarled at the black-haired boy who appeared at the end of the corridor.

"What are you doing here?"

"I'm a member of the detective agency! It's only natural to be here!"

A blade transformed from a white trench coat was still floating beside Akutagawa, his eyes narrowed slightly.

"It's you, it's really an eyesore to appear here."

"This is a job requirement!"

"Hmph, after all, it's just a conspiracy of the man in black."

"What did you say?!"

"Okay, Akutagawa."

Seeing that the two continued to quarrel, and it was estimated that they would fight sooner or later, Kunikida quickly intervened, stood beside Akutagawa, and pulled the other party back.

"Why did you come back suddenly? Is there... anything wrong?"

"No, Yinrang is here to deliver the invitation."

For Kunikida's sake, Akutagawa put away the 'weapons' around him, and took out a pure black envelope from his pocket.

"At the celebration banquet tonight, Yin said that this is a formal invitation."

"It seems that you and your sister get along well."

Because other people are busy dealing with tasks that have been hoarded for several days due to the combination incident, Kunikida, as the only person who handles documents in the detective agency, can only take over the invitation letter for the president for the time being, by the way.

"The president asked you to write the report on sex every day. You wrote it well, right?"

"...Yin Rang will go back immediately after delivering the invitation letter... I'm sorry!"

"Wait! Akutagawa!"

Seeing Akutagawa's disappearing back with great flexibility, Kunikida Aoki jumped up and down, and finally sighed with a headache.

"I thought he could handle these writing tasks well under Yin's hands... Sigh..."

"If necessary, I'll help you guys to hand over Akutagawa's writing report to Ms. Yin."

Atsushi Nakajima, who had been watching for a long time, suddenly said, with a very happy smile on his face.

"It is said that Akutagawa will obediently obey as long as Miss Yin says, so if Miss Yin asks Akutagawa to write something, he will definitely not be able to refuse."

"...Is that so, then please."

Kunikida nodded.

"Thank you, Nakajima."

"you are welcome."

Kyoka, who was standing aside, blinked, looked at the smile on Nakajima Atsushi's face, and looked out the window as if nothing had happened.

What a beautiful day.

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"It's such a nice weather today~ Don't you think so, Odasaku~"

"Oh, yes."

Odasaku watched Dazai walk down from Lupin's door to his side, and responded casually, his expression was no longer as guarded or uncomfortable as when he first met, and he was no longer cautious and cautious when speaking.

"Did calling you out disturb your work?"

"No, how come~"

Dazai picked up the wine that Odasaku had ordered for him in advance, and took a sip without any worries.

"Since the mafia stopped expanding, the workload has not been so heavy. It's just maintaining normal operations. This level doesn't need to take up my whole day. Besides, there are dogs to help me."

Mr. Chuya.

Odasaku took a sip of wine without looking sideways.

Odasaku is already very familiar with Dazai's various nicknames, especially the one about Chuya. Odasaku has heard no less than ten different nicknames from Dazai.

Although at the beginning Odasaku was often confused by the various nicknames that popped out of Dazai's mouth, but later Odasaku discovered that these nicknames probably point to the same person.

It is Mr. Chuya who can keep such a Dazai inseparable.

"Then why did you call me out in particular? Odasaku."

Dazai asked with a smile.

"Mr. Ranpo, is there anything you want to ask me?"

"No, he even asked me not to tell him anything I knew from you."

Odasaku shook his head.

"is that so……"

Dazai lowered his eyes and sighed sincerely.

"As expected of Mr. Ranpo, I have tried so hard to conceal it, but in the end, he has somehow guessed it."

"what?"

"It's nothing, it's a little secret."

Dazai shook his head and changed the subject.

"If it's not Ranpo-san, then Odasaku himself is coming to find me?"

"Actually, there is nothing very important."

Oda Saku said, seeming a little ashamed.

"It's just that I feel that there are some things that must be said in front of you."

Dazai was taken aback for a moment, blinked, and slowly sat up straight, looking a little more formal.

"what's up?"

"Thank you."

Odasaku sat upright and said.

"Akutagawa's affairs, the group's affairs, and many recent affairs, thank you for taking care of me, thank you very much."

Hearing this very sincere thank you, Dazai was stunned for a while, then turned his face to the other side with a jerk, and quickly waved his hands at Oda.

"...What...don't say such things."

Like a little black cat trying to find a cardboard box to hide.

Odasaku inexplicably had such an association.

"Thank you or something... the celebration banquet tonight is enough, so there's no need to come out specially."

Dazai dragged his chin, covering half of his face by the way, but Odasaku didn't intend to stop his voice at all, and replied very calmly.

"At the celebration banquet, the president will represent the detective agency to thank the port mafia, but..."

He raised his wine glass and gave it to Dazai.

"I want to thank Dazai as a friend, is that okay?"

Without any reluctance, without any hypocrisy, with the tone that should be between friends, Oda Saku asked.

Dazai thought he would tremble with excitement when he heard this, but miraculously, he didn't feel that intense emotion.

"...Odasaku...as expected of you."

Dazai let out a long sigh, raised his cup to touch the other party, and then turned his head leisurely, showing an uncomfortable smile.

"If you want to say that the only person in this world that I can never win is probably you, whether it's playing cards or anything else."

"Is that so?"

Odasaku shook his head.

"We haven't played cards, but if you want, you can come to the detective agency to find me at any time. Besides, I think I should be willing to bow down in terms of tactics."

"Hahaha, I won't compare this kind of thing with Oda."

Dazai laughed twice, suddenly thought of something, and said expectantly.

"Speaking of which, since we are friends, Odasaku, do you want to read my diary?"

"Diary? Is Dazai someone who can keep a diary? I can't tell."

"Of course someone suggested it."

Dazai said.

"I'm very grateful to that person, but it's a pity that I won't be able to see him, so would Odasaku want to see it? It's okay, there won't be any confidentiality, even if Mr. Ranpo sees it, it doesn't matter. .”

"It's my pleasure if you agree."

Odasaku nodded.

"Great! Then I will send the diary to your mailbox every day~"

Not caring how Dazai knew his email address at all, Odasaku couldn't help but put a little smile on his face when he saw the satisfied expression on the other side.

"Then I look forward to seeing your diary."

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Under the setting sun, the sea reflected a magnificent orange color, and a luxurious cruise ship was slowly sailing not far from the coast.

That's where the celebration banquet of the XX and the Detective Agency was held.

"When was the last time you came out to attend this kind of banquet?"

After a few promises with the president of the detective agency, Dazai dragged Nakaya to the deck while no one was paying attention, and looked at the distant city.

"I really didn't expect to have the opportunity to see the scenery at this moment."

"...Is there any dissatisfaction?"

Nakaya held two glasses of wine, and whispered behind Dazai.

"No no, how dare you."

Dazai shrugged.

"I usually feel that my life is longer than planned."

"You should have gotten rid of these troubles in the plan, right? It's a pity, according to your 'prophecy', there will be more troubles that you can't escape in the future."

"Yes, whether it's a mouse in the sewer or a red dragon in the clouds, it's a big trouble."

"But prophecies can change."

Nakaya leaned forward, stood beside Dazai, looked at their city with him, and handed him a glass of wine by the way.

"Now our... the situation in this world is probably quite different from other ones, those strategies are already out of date."

"That's why it's troublesome, I have to figure out a way..."

Dazai took the wine, shook the glass and sighed.

"Stop pretending, don't you enjoy it? The feeling of planning and calculating to see others fall into the trap."

Being shot blankly, Dazai didn't panic at all, and very naturally put away the look of bitterness and hatred on his face, and showed a somewhat righteous and complacent smile.

"Nakaya really understands me, but is there something wrong with that?"

He dragged his chin and looked at the people around him with a smile.

"Now I'm finally starting to enjoy my world a little bit."

As he spoke, he raised his glass.

"Did Chuya prepare this for me? What kind of wine?"

"The roadside stalls, whether you like to drink or not."

"You lie and don't write drafts? This is the top cruise ship in the world. Could it be that Chuya deliberately brought in a bottle of red wine from a roadside stall? If that's the case, I have to say that you really love me. You have worked so hard for me, Chuya."

Dazai finished speaking in one breath, but he didn't feel disgusted, and took a big gulp as soon as he raised his head.

"Well, the taste is okay, but it's a pity that no detergent is added."

After speaking, he turned his head and smiled.

"Does Zhong also want to toast? Then get drunk and do strange things to me?"

"Go away, even if your dream is real, it's me a few years ago!"

Chuya spoke, but raised his wine glass to Dazai.

"Hurry up and drink, as the protagonists of the banquet, we can't leave for too long."

"Okay, then..."

The crystal wine glass was pushed forward lightly, and there was a crisp sound.

"cheers."

Dazai smiled lightly.

"For the wild dogs."

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The author has something to say:

talk later~

There is some linkage with the main world. Speaking of which, when I wrote this article, the official part of Oda’s novel was published, which made me rewrite a lot of woo woo woo.

It's probably over. If there is an idea in the future, I may update the episode, but not necessarily. I will hang up the end first.