I write dog blood in Yokohama

Hello everyone, there is an ocean in front of me.

And today, I am going to show you what is called a leap of faith, and this sea will be my final burial place.

"Xiaojiao?"

Seeing me standing up in a daze with an unbelievable expression on my face, Osamu Dazai tilted his head, and his delicate handsome face was almost close at hand. When he looked up, the expression on his face could only be a smile To describe it without laughing.

Woohoo, found out...

I've only written "If Jae-ji gets too scared, she hugs each other" in the text, and it's the last chapter that's coming to an end, and this guy definitely saw my computer screen this morning.

Help!

That Long Aotian dog blood novel was actually seen by someone!

It's still the prototype of the male protagonist... No, it's not the prototype, Zai Zhitai is Zai Zhitai, and the former boss of the black mud fine is the former boss of the black mud fine, I firmly refuse to admit it! ! !

The cool wind was blowing on my face, and the air was filled with the smell of red wine. Dazai Osamu's figure seemed to be three in front of me at this moment. Dazed and ashamed, he couldn't help but grabbed him who was shaking from side to side, covered his ears with the boy's tie and threw himself on his chest, shaking his head, and said with a mournful face: "I was wrong, Mr. Dazai stop shaking."

Going to throw up.

"...Let me tell you." The black-haired boy looked down helplessly at the head in his arms, trying to pull the tie out of my hand, with a headache in his voice: "I didn't move, I was wobbling all the time. Xiaojiao."

Bullshit, I feel pretty good about my body.

Move the young man's slender hands away, so that he won't take the tie from my palm, so I won't give it to him.

After a while, the feeling of wanting to vomit was relieved, and the shame just now gradually disappeared. I dazedly wanted to get up from Osamu Dazai, but I was a little too lazy to move.

The black-haired boy also stood there quietly, without any movement at all. I could feel that he was looking down at me. The warm breath he exhaled caused the rise and fall of his chest, and the seemingly slender body was really touching. When I arrived, I could actually touch the muscles with very good explosive power.

One of the male gods of Two-dimensional was standing in front of him. I couldn't help feeling guilty, and boldly groped with my hands and squeezed the muscles on his slender waist. Wow, there really are...

This time the quiet Osamu Dazai seemed to quit, his footsteps moved slightly, his hands on my shoulders seemed to want to get rid of me and backed away, what could I do, I quickly pulled him back, and stuck him on his chest like a dog skin plaster, A little sleepy, Mimi buried it quietly for a while.

"Senior Dazai, your body smells delicious."

There is a very refreshing soap locust smell, and a touch of red wine sweetness.

I kept my original posture while talking without thinking, and lightly sniffed the boy's familiar breath. The sound of the sea breeze could be caught in the air, and I could also hear the faint, repeated thuds coming from Dazai Osamu's chest. heartbeat.

The surrounding environment has become quiet again.

The black-haired boy didn't seem to make a sound and didn't respond. Hey, the devil doesn't care about him, his brain is getting more and more confused, and his eyelids are so heavy that he can't lift it. I was so dazed that I didn't notice the slightly stiff body of my former boss, and even his breathing was unnatural. Standing still on the ground, his bandaged palm was only a few centimeters away from touching my waist, as if he was moving forward cautiously and tentatively.

I was delighted to feel this warm and comfortable atmosphere. I didn't notice the hand that suddenly fell on my lower back. I couldn't help rubbing my warm chest, and continued:

"Smells like mom."

Dazai Osamu: "..."

Damn, I really want to go home.

***

My brain bursts with pain.

When I got up from the bed, my throat was dry and thirsty, my head hurt so much that the blood vessels seemed to be bursting one by one, my temples were throbbing, and I always felt like an electric drill was drilling hard behind my head.

Damn, what happened?

Clutching his forehead and pushing away the quilt, he has no memory of what happened last night. He vaguely remembers that Osamu Dazai took him to celebrate his birthday, went for a drive by the sea, drank, and what else did he do...

I looked at the surrounding environment in pain. It was my house. I was the only one in the whole bedroom, and I was still wearing the same floral dress from yesterday.

Maybe it was the black mud essence and former boss who sent me home?It's too embarrassing to drink myself to pieces.

I had the vague impression that I drank the whole bottle of wine. Fortunately, Osamu Dazai was unexpectedly gentle yesterday and didn't throw myself on the street. I endured the headache from drinking and poured myself a glass of water first.

I looked up at the clock, today is Sunday, 10:45 in the morning, I didn't expect to sleep until now, and drinking is really harmful...

Fortunately, I'm on vacation now, and I don't have any urgent tasks assigned to me. Until the banquet held in the lobby of PortMafia headquarters at 18:[-] in the evening, I can move freely.

I changed the clothes back to the previous one, and after tidying up, I simply left the apartment and planned to go to the studio to practice painting still life and clothes.

By the way, I can also bring out the No.1 male god in my mind, and go to the curry shop for lunch at noon, hehe.

As for a certain black mud spirit and former boss, I don't care... After I sent him a thank you email, I didn't reply.

"Mr. Odasaku, are you not going to the banquet tonight?"

At this very moment, a certain curry shop that is too familiar.

He ordered a normal vegetable curry as usual, but the red-haired young man sitting next to him was the opposite. He took the tan plate sprinkled with chili powder, shook his head, and his expression seemed to be recalling something: "If you don't remember If I’m wrong, it’s probably a party held to celebrate Dazai’s promotion.”

"I just happened to be in charge of counting the attendance list of this celebration. Most of the people present were internal members with high positions. Even if the positions were not high, they were at the lowest level of members of the Black Lizard."

Oda Sakunosuke poured a glass for me and handed it over, "Although there are no clear written rules for this banquet, I'm afraid no one will be happy for a low-level person like me who wanders on the fringe to participate."

"……Oh."

After taking the cup filled with water, I thanked silently, and after a little delay, I understood Odasaku's sentence.

Thinking of what Osamu Dazai repeatedly emphasized in the original work, I suddenly agreed with the other party’s words, and I felt sad that I couldn’t go to play with my friends: "Obviously, Mr. Oda Saku is serious, and he will not lose to any senior member." .”

"Yahiro also said the same thing as Dazai."

Oda Sakunosuke didn't take it seriously, the indifferent temperament on his body made me feel very comfortable. Whenever there was any anxiety in my heart, staying by the other party's side really relieved a lot. This may be one of the reasons why Dazai Osamu likes to stay by Oda Saku's side one.

Such a reassuring male god, after scooping up a spoonful of curry, suddenly said: "Sometimes I feel that Yahiro is actually very similar to Dazai."

"puff--!!"

I almost choked on the curry, turned my head to look at the red-haired young man in disbelief, "cough cough cough cough... what... cough cough cough..."

what did he say! ? ?

He even compared me to Dazai, how could he compare himself to that great Buddha?

"Sorry, did I scare you?" Oda Sakunosuke didn't expect me to react so much, he raised his wide palm in surprise, patted me on the back, and explained seriously: "That guy Dazai, feel I've been looking for something, I don't have much sense of belonging to this world, and I'm wandering on the edge of the world."

"I feel that Yahiro is the same in this regard."

I:……

So sharp.

Oda Sakunosuke didn't point out too much, but I fell silent all of a sudden.

Clenching the spoon in my hand, the sense of belonging to the world and so on, I am not a suicidal maniac, of course there are such things, but this is not my world.

"Mr. Odasaku." I lowered my eyes, "If, let's say, I suddenly found what I was looking for one day."

"What will you do?"

silence.

Unexpectedly, the red-haired young man sitting next to him didn't answer himself very quickly. He thought for a while before looking at me firmly: "I won't do anything."

"If it involves me, then I won't ask too much, I think what I should do is..." Oda Sakunosuke stopped helping me run down my back, and said soothingly: "Let you go. "

"Crack-"

The spoon in his hand fell subconsciously onto the plate.

I almost suspected that I had heard it wrong, I slightly widened my eyes and raised my head, carefully observing the eyes of Oda Sakunosuke, serious, without false pretense, and without any impurities other than the topic.

Although I understood what he meant and let me do it, but I don't know why, because of such a mistake, I felt an urge to cry inexplicably.

***

Thanks to the No.1 hero god, I managed to learn that Ryunosuke Akutagawa will also be attending this banquet.

Ever since I met the other party the day before yesterday, I always felt that the extreme chef Dazai would not let me go easily. I even thought about secretly drawing a portrait of Akutagawa, lest the other party stab me if he disagreed with me. to paint a...

In short, try to avoid each other at the banquet.

I was wearing my usual suit and short skirt. After tidying up, I decided to go to the PortMafia headquarters. It was 17:30, and it was still early before the celebration.

However, when I went out, I saw a super cool red sports car at the door of my apartment building, and I looked at the opposite side with some doubts.

"Senior Zhongye?"

That's right, a familiar red-haired boy was sitting in the driver's seat of the sports car. He casually rested his arms on the edge of the car window, his short orange hair was blowing in the wind beside his delicate cheeks, and his blue eyes glanced at him. Come over, raise your jaw slightly: "Going to the banquet, right? Get in the car."

"……Oh."

I ran to the passenger seat in a daze, not understanding why the other party came to pick me up suddenly, and it wasn't a close relationship, ah, by the way, I am now under his direct subordinate.

"Thank you." I quickly thanked the orange-haired boy emotionally, and I sat in the car: "Senior Chuya, you are so kind."

It's really good!He even came to pick up his subordinates to go to the banquet together, and it was right to break away from the black mud spirit... After all, if this happens, someone will just let himself run to pick up the other party.

"It's nothing."

Responding unnaturally like this, Nakahara Zhong also retracted his gaze and raised his hand to start the car. He seemed to have noticed the beautiful headgear on the back of my head, stared at the front with some awkwardness and said, "Have you put on that hairpin? "

"Yes." When I heard this, I turned my head to show the other party with a thud, and my heart was full of pride, but my expressionless face couldn't help but fell into another kind of contemplation.

Although, when I woke up this morning, I was not wearing the rhinestone-dotted hairpin given to me by the male god Chuya, but a butterfly hairpin of a completely different material with a little gold powder on it.

This is very confusing.

Recalling yesterday's experience, you don't need to guess that it was a birthday present from Osamu Dazai.

Anyway, he's really naive...

I put away the hairpin that Dazai gave me, and planned to wear it in turn every day. Anyway, there are never too many gifts, except for the gifts from these popular characters, Hirota from the Black Lizard, the neighbor next door, and even It was Miss Hongye who also promised to send me a present after she found out about my birthday.

The headquarters of the port mafia arrived soon, and Zhong Yuanzhong also parked the car in a fixed parking space, walked down early, and took the initiative to open the car door for me in a gentlemanly way, and the corner of his mouth raised in a rare mood: "Let's go. "

"Okay." I nodded obediently, looking at the outstretched arm of the orange-haired boy, I suddenly realized something.

Girlfriend!

Things like banquets are usually held in pairs. Boys need to find a female partner, and girls need to find a male partner. My brain is so funny that I almost forgot about it.

So the male god Zhongye actually wanted to invite me to be his female companion. If he didn't say it earlier, I thought it was just pure love for his subordinates, but why does it always feel like he has already acquiesced to this...

Stretching out my hand, I put my arms around Nakahara Chuya's arm, and walked towards the gate with him like I did in the previous mission. I was about to open my mouth to say something, but suddenly there was a very strong murderous aura behind me.

Even Zhong Yuanzhong also noticed this momentum, his expression froze for a moment, he slightly changed his posture and stood a little ahead of me, frowned and looked at the source vigilantly——

"I've been waiting for you for a long time, Senior Yaxun."

Raising his hand to his mouth and coughing a few times, the black-haired boy with a few strands of white hair put one hand in his pocket, and looked towards this side with a serious and stern expression.

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "..."

The orange-haired boy raised his eyebrows, his defensive posture was slightly restrained, and he looked back at me with his mouth open speechlessly: "Who is this guy?"

I was also very speechless. I planned to take precautions, but I never expected to be caught by the other party as soon as I arrived at the gate: "Yes, Mr. Dazai's current subordinates misunderstood me a little bit."

"Ah..." Zhongyuan Zhongye's final voice fluttered slightly, and he understood it all at once.

I don't want to talk about Akutagawa's so-called showdown at all. My ability is not combat-type, and it happens that the male god Chuya is here. The correct solution is to use him to leave here.

I was about to pull the orange-haired boy again (because I was on guard against the killing intent, I took the initiative to let go), but the paranoid boy behind me spoke again.

"Whether I misunderstood or something, I don't know." Akutagawa Ryunosuke's expression was not good-looking, and the pale handsome face stared at me very forbearingly and angrily: "But, I will never admit it, and I will not admit it in another 100 years." Can't compare to you, a guy with a transvestite."

I:?

Wait, womanizer?

My heart was filled with confusion in capital letters, and even Nakahara Chukura raised question marks in a little doubt, but Akutagawa Ryunosuke didn't give us a chance to respond at all: "Please, let's compete with the next one now. "

"I want to prove to Mr. Dazai that I will never be worse than you, a former subordinate who likes to wear women's clothes——Rashomon!!"

After his words fell, countless red spikes pierced towards me.

I rely on!

Akutagawa's speed is ridiculously fast. I'm afraid this explosive power can be described as more than 0.5 seconds. At this speed, it is absolutely impossible to dodge, and it is too late to hide behind his reliable boss.

"Hello!" Zhong Yuanzhong was also taken aback. He quickly turned his head and looked at me. Damn, he signaled his superior not to make a move. I quickly took out the post-it note from my arms.

I really regret that I didn't draw a portrait of Akutagawa earlier, and now I can only make do with the most basic ability. In short, if Zhongya makes a move, this guy must still disagree in various ways——

"Tear."

I pinch the post-it note that I have drawn a match figure on between my fingers, and the face of a boy without eyebrows emerges in my mind, and the golden light bursts out from the paper in an instant.

The dreamy golden butterfly landed on Ryunosuke Akutagawa's body, and his hostile expression was suddenly stunned.

The black spikes that attacked me did not retract, but suddenly changed their trajectory. The soft coat strips wrapped around my wrists, ankles, thighs, navel, and even covered my mouth like an octopus.

……

etc? ? ? ? ?

I was pulled over by the other party's supernatural power after a dazed kung fu, the pale black-haired boy looked pained, his eyes were red and he pushed me onto the steps, and said grimly: "Why, don't you want to call me again?" Brother Mustard?!"

"Damn woman, even if I can't get your man, I still want your body and let you conceive my child!"

His dark words disappeared immediately after this sentence.

The guards in suits guarding the gate were silent, and all the PortMafia members who happened to walk not far away and wanted to enter the hall to participate in the banquet also stopped in their tracks.

Regret, I feel very regretful now.