Hei Zizhe and I also chatted a lot in M ​​Diary, about my mental journey in Hong Kong and Heilongjiang over the years, and also about his persistence and confusion in basketball.

I from the Yokohama Port Mafia and him from the Tokyo Jorin Junior High School Basketball Club are like two worlds that had no intersection at all. In some wonderful time and space, they suddenly overlap at one corner, and we can take a glimpse of another world. unseen fields.

As it was getting late, Heizi said that he had to go back to the training base, and he had to buy another box of milk and daily necessities before going back.

I asked him to recommend me some places to visit in Tokyo, and exchanged contact details for the next time I was in pursuit of those two owed vanilla milkshakes.

"Although I think you don't need it, but as a friend, if you encounter the underworld, you can report the name of 'Ghost' or 'Akira Takeshita', which can be more or less deterrent."

"But a friendly reminder, if you're dealing with the police, don't mention anything related to 'ghost' in the police."

As I assassinate more and more people, the code name of "Ghost Assassin" is estimated to be on the wanted list of police all over the world.

For such a warning speech, Heizi nodded calmly: "Okay, I've made a note."

"Also, if you see a tall and thin person with bandages all over his body, brown hair and kite eyes, please be sure to contact me as soon as possible. This is extremely important to me."

Heizi immediately understood: "That Mr. Dazai?"

"Yes." I rolled up my sleeves, gestured at the wrist and neck, "Here, here, are all bandages."

"The characteristics are obvious."

"please."

Heizi said firmly, "I will."

After eating the last sip of vanilla milkshake, we parted outside M Ji, and the two worlds went back to their respective tracks.

"Takeshita-kun, please remember to take care of yourself."

"It's ok. You too, cheers for the game."

Although I asked my new friends in Tokyo to help me find Mr. Dazai, I usually don't pin my hopes on this.

After all, it's been two years.

Except for the recording to Zhongyuan, Mr. Dazai never took the initiative to contact anyone in Hong Kong.

He deliberately wanted to hide, and no one knew where he was.

I don't know whether my future waiting time will be two years, four years, ten years, or 20 years.

I may spend my entire life unable to find Mr. Dazai, and then die in a mission in a gangster, sleeping with thoughts of him.

The most regrettable thing is that the truth of growing up is like the last words of Oda Sakunosuke. I only figured it out after the protagonist of the story left.

I never have time to tell them.

Oda Sakunosuke said to Gide that I might be able to step into the world of Mr. Dazai in the future.

This can be regarded as an encouragement and support for me, but I couldn't help but smile bitterly: Mr. Oda, I can't even find Mr. Dazai, let alone enter his world?

I walked across the land of Tokyo alone, being the most ordinary tourist among the crowds.

Occasionally, when I see tall men with brown hair, I can't help but chase them, and I don't give up until I see their faces.The taste of disappointment has been chewed a lot, and I am used to it.

Every time I imagine, what should I say if I see Mr. Dazai again?

Too bad it didn't work once.

Two weeks later, the vacation was over and I returned to Yokohama.

Continue to work in Hong Kong and Hei, and order a glass of milk at Lupine's corner after get off work to pass the time;

Continue to compete with Akutagawa from time to time, and teach Xiao Yin's new assassination skills from time to time;

During the torture, I continued to complain to my partner about where the mission I took this time went to a corner, where did Akutagawa blow up after the mission, and what new gossip was in the Hong Kong gangster toilet.

Also continued to habitually seek out someone every time I went out.

I thought the figure I saw at the corner of the street was just another similar person, or a creation I missed.

But unexpectedly, it was on this ordinary day that I met Mr. Dazai who had been missing for two years.

The figure in the distance is wearing a sand-colored long coat and has a mess of brown hair.

At the other end of the street, people across the street are fleeting.

I didn't want to let go of any opportunity, so I rushed over there—someone told me that he might be Mr. Dazai.

Even though this dark feeling has happened countless times, I can even imagine my disappointment after catching up with that person.

But if you want me to give up... I still can't do it!

I locked my eyes tightly in that direction, and I couldn't avoid bumping into a lot of people on the way.

"Be careful!"

"Why are you so reckless!"

"It's so rude..."

It's okay to be scolded, I don't care about that, I run silently on the street.

The fine weather, the blazing sun, the shouting shopkeepers, the laughing crowd, everything has nothing to do with me.All I could see was the looming brown-haired guy.

I can't see that person's face, but why... does that figure look more and more like it?A touch of white on his hand, is it a white shirt or a white bandage?

is it him?

I was chasing him, but the distance between me and that person seemed to be getting farther and farther.

Seeing that the man in the sand-colored windbreaker was about to disappear from sight, and there were many tourists in front of me, I finally said anxiously: "Let's go! Let's go!"

After I uttered my voice, the figure seemed to pause, and was instantly submerged in the sea of ​​people.

I gritted my teeth, ran in the opposite direction for a while, got into an uninhabited alley and launched "Nothingness", then rose into the air, and flew in the previous direction at high speed.

I will never give up until I see the face!

However, it is so difficult to find someone in a bustling pedestrian street with people coming and going.I was running around in the streets and alleys, and when I caught a touch of sand in the corner of my eyes, I rushed over regardless.

I thought I'd walk through that person's body and see a completely unfamiliar face - like I've done countless times in the past.

but.

"boom--"

"Well……"

"Ah, it hurts, it hurts!"

I slammed into the man's back hard.

To be precise, the moment I touched him, my body automatically dispelled the "nothingness".

My speed in the soul body state was extremely fast, and the inertia brought about a huge impact. I was hit with stars, and the bridge of my nose seemed to be broken, so I hummed in pain.

The man was knocked to the ground by me.We fell together, and I was on top of him, with my head in his neck.

When he opened his eyes, he saw a snow-white bandage.

The familiar voice said dissatisfiedly: "You are so reckless, young man! You must be... hiss... the reincarnation of Cannonball!"

……

My mind went blank.

Whiter than freshly painted walls.

There are also many golden stars spinning and dancing.

I subconsciously grabbed the clothes of the person under me.

"Dazai... sir?"

There is only one person who can force me to escape from the void state, and that is Osamu Dazai, the anti-supernatural being who has the ability to nullify the "no qualifications in the world".

"Disqualification in the world" is against "nothingness", and "disqualification in the world" wins.

Only him.

I heard my heart beating wildly, together with the blood all over my body, violently, "plop", "plop".

Plop plop plop plop plop plop...

"Get up, Qiu—don't press me—do you think I'm your mattress—"

Dazai lay on the ground and yelled loudly.

But I can't hear anything anymore, the voice that I have been thinking about for two years is right next to my ears, and the person who has been missing for two years is here.

I finally found him.

Not only did I not get up, but I hugged the young man with his back facing me even tighter, rubbed my cheek against his brown hair, leaned on his shoulder and breathed heavily, smelling the long-lost faint smell of medicine on his body .

"Dazai... sir..."

My tears fell wantonly, as if one slipped into the neckline of the young man, and it seemed as if there was none.

When I was so excited that I was short of breath and tears were pouring down like rain, I vaguely heard an inaudible sigh.

"If I don't get up again, I will call someone."

Dazai lay motionless like a salted fish, letting me hug and rub against me without struggling, but threatened me verbally.

I slowed down and was about to say something.

Dazai took a deep breath: "Help! Help—someone attacked me—"

I:"……"

Ah, this sudden and unexpected style, how familiar, how Mr. Dazai.

Reluctantly, I was about to get up, when suddenly there was a burst of wind from behind, my clothes were caught by something, and I was nailed to the wall of the alley.

I couldn't activate the ability when I touched Dazai, and then I was a little slower because of the dizziness in my head. When I realized it, my back had already hit the wall.

This time I really understand the pain of "cannonball reincarnation".

"What's the matter! Troubleshooter! What are you doing here??" A grumpy voice said.

Then a man with yellow hair and black pupils and wearing glasses appeared. The wire gun in his hand was connected to the wire crochet hook that hit me.

He seemed to know Dazai, so I was not in a hurry to get out of the tightrope.

The visitor came to Dazai angrily: "Halfway through work, you said you saw a must-eat snack and then ran to the snack street, can you have a little sense of responsibility!!"

Ah, this willful and free way of working, the unshakable style of focusing on pitting partners, how familiar, Mr. Dazai.

Dazai rubbed his waist and stood up: "Eat what you want is the true meaning of life~"

The man with yellow hair and glasses roared: "Eat! You know how to eat! Can't poisonous mushrooms satisfy you!!"

Dazai: "It feels like my waist is broken after being pressed down like this...Kunikida-kun is reliable, and he appeared as soon as he called for help. He really deserves to be the number one investigator with extraordinary bravery!"

Dazai's flattery was soulless, and the blond-haired man in glasses became even angrier: "It's fine to eat snacks at work, what's wrong with you?!"

He pointed at me hanging on the wall.

Dazai looked at me, blinked, and said innocently: "How can you ask the victim about this kind of thing?...Let me say, it should be this passer-by who was greedy for my beauty. , so in one thought, decide to cause a terrorist attack on me!"

I haven't seen you for two years, but Mr. Dazai is still so proficient in telling lies with his eyes open.

The man he called "Kunikida" had blue veins on his forehead: "Don't think that I will believe you, a bastard like you!"

He looked at me warily, but after meeting my eyes, his expression became awkward and confused.

"You kid, what are you doing? Why did you press Dazai just now?... Uh, why are you crying?"

While they were talking, I kept observing Mr. Dazai, whom I hadn't seen for two years.

The 20-year-old Dazai is even taller and thinner. He wears a western-style black and white lapel shirt and a bright sand-colored long coat. The chest inside the collar and the exposed arms are wrapped with layers of bandages.

However, what was different from the past was that there were no bandages or gauze on his face, revealing a handsome and picturesque face and a pair of iris-colored eyes.

He stood aside and watched the excitement with a smile. Although he looked like a 20-year-old youth, the sly light in his eyes seemed to be that of a teenager.

I looked at him and couldn't help laughing.

"I'm just a passerby."

Kunikida frowned suspiciously: "...what?"

Dazai winks at me from behind Kunikida, looking interested in playing tricks on his current partner.

I borrowed Dazai's words and explained it solemnly: "I just happened to pass by, coveted this gentleman's beauty, and was amazed by him. But the confession was rejected, and I couldn't love him. In one thought, I decided that the overlord would fight hard."

While my eyes were still wet, I said aggrievedly, "I thought I was going to succeed, but I couldn't help but be moved to tears, but it's a pity that you ruined a good thing."

Kunikida was confused in the wind: "...what the hell??!"

Dazai raised his eyebrows and gave me a thumbs up.

I crossed Kunikida to look at Dazai behind, and added very sincerely: "I have seen that gentleman in my dream for many years, and I have been thinking about it like crazy, and now I finally see it in reality, I acted too aggressively in a moment of excitement, please forgive me."

Speaking of "I finally got to see you", without having to use my acting skills, my eye sockets naturally became sour.

Kunikida's expression became distorted the more he listened, and he became more and more skeptical of life: "...Really? You couldn't have been hired by Dazai to trick me into making jokes, right?"

I secretly sympathized with him, how many times this poor man has been tricked by Mr. Dazai.

However, I still have to do a full set of the play. It is rare that Mr. Dazai is so satisfied with my performance.

"Please don't doubt my affection."

I pulled out the steel wire from the wall, bowed politely to the two of them, and said, "My name is Aki Takeshita, and I am very sorry for disturbing your work. As an apology, can you allow me to treat you to a meal that you must eat in your life?" What about snacks?"

I politely invited.

Dazai looked at me as if he saw a new person, surprised and excited.

"Okay."

He happily agreed.

"What's so good! The work is not done yet! Going to eat snacks with inexplicable passers-by is not in the plan!!"

Kunikida let out a furious growl at Dazai.

But none of us were affected by him.

In the bustling crowd, Dazai walked leisurely in front, and I walked beside him.

The crowd suddenly surged, and I grabbed Dazai's bandaged arm: "Mr. Dazai, come here a little bit."

Dazai glanced at me, but didn't move away.

When I got to a place where the crowd was sparse, I let go and returned to my original position.

Dazai put his hands in the pockets of his coat, looked ahead, smiled and said as he walked, "Qiu, you've grown up."

My nervous and sweaty palms finally relaxed at this moment, and a warm feeling spread throughout my body, an impulse that made me want to cry and cry.

I looked at Dazai's handsome side face and replied with a smile:

"Yes, grown up."

in your absence.

The first time I emerged from my spirit state, it was a gloomy, rainy day.

Today, I was once again drawn into this world from the state of the soul by Osamu Dazai, and the bustling streets of Yokohama are sunny.

Everything is different.

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