Deep fried mackerel!

1. The two walked around the city a few times and found that the people here are really strange.

It's not about looks, it's hard to describe the hairstyle alone.

The person in front of him has pink hair, two game controllers stuck on it, and a pair of light green glasses.

This meeting is standing in front of the two of them, and they don't know what they are talking about.

At least as far as Dazai is concerned, it is true.

Zhong Yuan leaned against the wall, playing with his hat, and said with a smile:

"You can't hear me, mackerel~"

"..."

The latter stood there expressionlessly.

"Hahahaha!" Zhongyuan laughed wantonly, and then introduced himself:

"Oh, hello Qi Mu, my name is Zhongya Zhongyuan, and this is Mackerel, a deaf-mute person, so please bear with me." Zhongyuan bowed slightly and gave a gentleman's salute.

As long as he is not facing Osamu Dazai, he is always a gentleman as always.

Osamu Dazai ignored him, he didn't know anything about the "pink hairy monster" in front of him, so it's better to be more vigilant.

However, he more or less guessed something.

He has the ability of [Disqualification in the World], and all the abilities will disappear the moment he gets close to him.

It seems that this parallel world is also a world full of supernatural beings.

The person with the bandage on his hand over there should have the ability to destroy the world, just like Atsushi Nakajima, after tearing off the mask of human skin, what is revealed is a "very strong regeneration ability" devil".

And the person with the double chin should be about the same as Zhong Yuanzhong. He looks like a guy with a brain, so there is nothing to be afraid of.

And the blue-haired woman on the side can consider the matter of dying for love together.

Zhong Yuan talked with Qi Mu for a while, and saw that the people around him were really impatient, so he left.

2. As night fell, the two planned to take a rest in a hotel.

Because of their limited cash, the two had no choice but to wait until the dead of night, turning over and entering through the windows on the first and third floors.

At the corner of the wall, Osamu Dazai raised his head slightly and stared at the distance that was about ten meters high.

He did jump directly from a tall building, but he took the elevator at that time, instead of climbing the tube by himself...

A gust of evil wind blew by, and Osamu Dazai flinched in place, no longer entangled, he took a step forward and hugged Zhongyuan's waist, and said very naturally:

"You carry me up."

Nakahara elbowed him, Dazai coughed lightly, but his arms were still tightly tied, he smiled:

"Chuya, I know you're a good person."

3. Next to the five-star luxury hotel, there are two figures climbing on the tall buildings.

One big and one small, one tall and one short.

Osamu Dazai closed his eyes, relaxed and paralyzed on Zhongyuan's body, and praised him from time to time.

"Your physical strength is really quite good."

"Shut up! One day I'm going to kill you, you bastard!"

"Your arms look powerful."

"Shut up, bastard Dazai! I want to hang you!"

"Although your body is small, your potential is limitless. Just like a sparrow, although you are small, you have all the things like liver, kidney, and spleen."

"..."

"To shut up!"

"No, it was my pleasure talking to you."

The two of you said one sentence to another, chatting while climbing to the top.

The lower floors are already full, and only the presidential suite on the top floor is still vacant.

The presidential suite is elegant and high-grade.

That is, the presidential suite has only one bedroom, and the bathroom, kitchen and even the game room are quite complete.

Osamu Dazai walked around the room roughly, and was very satisfied with the super luxurious big bed.

"Zhongye, it's getting late, go to bed early, I wish you a sweet dream."

Dazai patted Nakahara on the shoulder and said goodnight to him.

If it is in a few days, this is something he dare not even think about.

After all, as soon as he saw this guy, he couldn't bear the evil spirit in his body, and wanted to mock the urge to fight with a few words.

Osamu Dazai clapped his hands and started to move towards his luxurious big bed. Before he could take a few steps, he was grabbed by the corner of his clothes.

Turning around and looking, it is the Central Plains.

Dazai raised his eyebrows slightly, and said in a teasing tone, "What? After getting shorter, you also became less courageous? Do you want your brother to sleep with you?"

"Hey, brother is tired today. When I have time tomorrow, brother will tell you a bedtime story."

"..."

"I want to live in the bedroom." Zhong Yuanmu said with a straight face.

Dazai smiled and raised his hand to rub his head, pointed to the sofa not far away, and said:

"Hey, it's not good for children to sleep in bed. Look at that sofa. It's big, soft and green. It matches you so well."

"Little friends must be obedient, otherwise they will not grow tall."

Zhong Yuan was panting heavily, his body trembling slightly, and a few lines of white smoke were coming out of his head to prove his current anger value.

He said patiently, "I want to sleep in the bedroom."

He even gritted his teeth and compromised: "It's okay for two people to work together."

But Osamu Dazai didn't appreciate it, he smiled and raised his hand again: "Hey—hiss—"

There was a click, the sound of the skeleton splitting.

Zhongyuan stepped on Dazai's chest, staring at him fiercely.

"Cough cough—cough cough!"

Osamu Dazai's chest heaved violently, he spat out a mouthful of blood, his face was pale, and his voice was weak: "I—I'm going to die."

"Dazai!"

Zhong Yuan was a little panicked, and quickly squatted down to help him up. He didn't use too much force, he just stepped on it lightly, and didn't even use [-]% of his strength. Could it be the aftermath of last time?

"me-"

"what?"

"I--"

Osamu Dazai's voice was unbelievably weak, Nakahara leaned slightly and put his ear to his lips, so that he could barely hear what he was saying.

"I'm going to die—"

"You-you look behind you, that-that big one-"

"What?" Nakahara was a little flustered, Osamu Dazai seemed to be seriously injured, he raised a finger and tried to point behind him.

He looked back in his direction, save for a huge French window and the moonlight pouring in.

Others, nothing.

Just when Zhong Yuan frowned and thought, his arms lightened.

He subconsciously turned around to look.

I saw that the dying man who was weak just now had jumped up and down to the door of the bedroom.

After he went in, he poked his head out, with an exaggerated expression, very frightened:

"La la la la ~ la la la ~ the bedroom is mine ~ ho ho ho ho!"

pat.

——It was the sound of doors and windows being locked.

"..."

On this day, a serious explosion occurred on the top floor of a five-star hotel.

Although there were no casualties, the hotel property suffered heavy damage.

On the park bench this day, there was a poor man sleeping under a newspaper.

1. Zhong Yuan and Qi Mu chatted for a long time yesterday.

In general, they can also figure out the reasons for their current situation.

It started with Dazai's low hand and ended up with Saiki Kongsuke's abnormality.

No matter what the cause is, it is true that people from a number of parallel worlds have come here, whether it is Qi Mu or the yellow-haired young man in a topless outfit.

The cold wind blowing through at night, Osamu Dazai curled up on the recliner, and after dozens of sneezes, he got up and went to the original five-star hotel.

Because of the violent explosion on the top floor, the hotel has been surrounded in all directions without dead ends.

But for Osamu Dazai, it's not difficult to get in.

The first floor is the service hall and the bar assembly, and he had a few bottles of wine when he entered.

Simmons luxurious big bed.

Osamu Dazai studied that software for a long time, and the implication of "dreams come true" is still applicable.

For example, the few lines he typed on it now - [Central Plains hanged himself]

Then this wonderful picture appeared on the screen, accompanied by bursts of sharp and piercing sounds, and then there was a loud clap of thunder.

It was the familiar smell of hanging himself.

But no matter how he writes—[Back to the original world], the computer screen will always show four words.

——【Harvest Love】

[What is the way to return to the original world? 】

——【Harvest Love】

[I want to commit suicide. 】

——【Harvest Love First】

"..." Harvested a fart of love!

Osamu Dazai didn't give up, he lay on the bed and chatted about love with this software slowly. [The sleeping kind? 】

[No, true love is giving, not taking. 】

【I just give. 】 Osamu Dazai replied quickly.

On the other side of the screen, Zhong Yuan's face was slightly stiff, he took off his hat and put it aside solemnly, and then came back to savor the meaning of his words carefully several times.

[No, you are asking for it. 】

【Copy([No, true love is about giving, not taking.])】 Osamu Dazai is a little sleepy, but his long-term combat career has made his mental line a little tense.

The software 'ding ding ding' sent over a dozen messages.

[This has nothing to do with the flesh/body!Please don't get involved in this issue any more. 】

[True love is that even if you know that there is no result, you will still continue to persevere! 】

【True love is—】

【——————】

What came over there was a bunch of garbled characters, a bunch of messy things that dazzled people.

Although this world is unknown, at least there are mountains and waters, flowers and grass, tall buildings and mansions, so it is not impossible to live here.

Osamu Dazai, who was so connected, picked up the wine bottle beside him, and prepared to get drunk.

After drinking a bottle of strong wine, his consciousness gradually became a little blurred, his eyes were blurred, and a moist light shone on his full and mellow lips.

In the dimness, he seemed to see the little dwarf, the little dwarf's black hat.

His shoulders sank, as if he was overwhelmed by something. Years of experience made him subconsciously fight back. A donkey rolled and pinned the person on the bed.

He roared loudly, wishing to exhaust all his physical strength in his life.

2. The next day, the sun was shining and the breeze was coming.

Osamu Dazai sat on the bed, his whole body was stiff in place, he caught a glimpse of someone beside him from the corner of his eye, and he touched his body guiltily.

—no clothes.

no clothes...

He wants to leave, he wants to escape.

This was Osamu Dazai's second thought after waking up the next day.

He slept alone.

He slept with a man.

He put Zhong Yuan to sleep? !

The person on the floor was lying on his stomach in a strange posture, holding his black hat tightly with both hands, with an ugly expression on his face.

Because his cheeks were pressed against the floor and his head rushed down, he was a little congested and his cheeks were flushed.

After Osamu Dazai got up, he turned around a few times, it was the first time he felt so guilty.

He remembered that he seemed to drink away his worries last night. He stole a few bottles of wine and drank them all while lying on the bed. How could Zhong Yuan appear on his bed?Even if he was hungry and hungry, he would not attack his deadly enemy.

"Eh..." Osamu Dazai struggled in place for a moment, then got up and put on his clothes, tore off a piece of sheet fabric, helped him onto the bed with that piece of fabric, and then left quickly.

He wanted to die, but what he yearned for was a pure, free, peaceful and beautiful death, not the painful feeling of being punched until he vomited blood, and then his flesh was cut off with a knife.

Osamu Dazai walked around the entire Yokohama several times, still feeling panicked.

Since he was born, it was the first time for him to personally experience this terrifying feeling of death, and somehow...a different Su Shuang.

3. After all, he still didn't go back to the Central Plains.

He believed in his combat ability, but also believed in his level of torture.

He went to find the 'pink hairy monster' that day, and through the software on the computer, he already had the ability to moderately use his abilities.

In other words, he can put away all his abilities as he likes, just like an ordinary person.

The person they saw yesterday seemed a bit out of place with this world.

Perhaps, they are a kind of people, although they are not in the same parallel world, but he does not belong here anyway.

4. One hour later.

Dazai found Saiki, and Nakahara finally woke up.

When he opened his eyes and looked at the ceiling, he was still a little dazed.

Just lying on the bed quietly like that, after a few seconds of relaxation, his mind gradually regained consciousness.

He stood up and glanced at the decorations in the room.

From left to right, from top to bottom, even lying on the ground to look at the bottom of the bed.

Empty, all empty, not even dusted!

Zhong Yuan sat on the bed angrily, his handsome face was full of disgust.

He's going to scratch his skin, he's going to send him to the kennel!

'Boom dong dong'

Just as the Central Plains' anger reached its peak and was about to blow up the hotel, there were waves of footsteps outside.

Zhong Yuan's eyes widened suddenly, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

He flipped onto the bed quickly, covered himself with a thin quilt, and closed his eyes.