Deep fried mackerel!

In order not to startle the snake.

Zhong Yuanzhong also hung himself on the air conditioner, endured the hot wind, and watched them play dozens of small games abruptly.

Minesweeper is a puzzle game, but playing it all night is prone to sudden death.

One thirty in the morning.

With Osamu Dazai winning 46 rounds in a row, the three stood up and bid farewell.

After drinking a bottle of 89 Petrus, they took off their hats to salute, and Akutagawa and Atsushi Nakajima left.

pat.

The door is closed.

Osamu Dazai stretched his waist, collapsed on the sofa, took out an old-fashioned mobile phone from his pocket, and then played minesweeper, feeling the urge to live with it for the rest of his life.

"..."

pong!

Zhong Yuanzhong also kicked the glass to pieces, and the residue fell on the door. He got into the hole with a smile on his face.

The kind of smile that hides a smile.

"Dazai, you had a lot of fun." Nakahara threw the knife out and inserted it straight into the sofa. The white fluff overflowed and landed on the top of Dazai's head.

A flash of panic flashed in his eyes, and he reached out to press the distress button.

But Nakahara was also one step faster, he stepped on Osamu Dazai's hands with one foot under his shoes, and the other foot against his chest, limiting all his possibilities of movement.

Osamu Dazai stared at him with dim eyes: "Chuya, take your feet away."

The latter ignored him.

Osamu Dazai smiled charmingly, struggling to get up, but even with all his strength, he couldn't move from under his feet.

Reluctantly, Osamu Dazai found a comfortable position, and his legs that were not imprisoned were lifted up like Erlang's legs.

"Oh, okay, Chuya, you have successfully caught my attention!"

"I'll give you this chance, tell me, what do you want? My money or my body?"

"Zhongye, I know that I have an extraordinary temperament, but this is not the reason for your pride."

"If I see you trouble Akutagawa again, then the consequences will not be the price you can pay with just a pawn."

"How about this, you kneel down and bark like a dog, and I'll be merciful and ignore what happened before and your rude behavior now."

"..."

Zhongyuan Zhong also stared at him for a long time, but the person in front of him, except for his appearance and clothes, was almost not the same as the original Dazai Osamu.

Counterfeit goods.

It's time to kill.

"Your life."

Zhongyuan Zhong also moved to kill.

But the moment the knife fell, he found that he couldn't do it at all.

Not mentally, but physically.

In front of Osamu Dazai, there seemed to be a Q-bomb protective film, the kind that was still shining with green light, he couldn't hurt him at all!

"Oh, man, you are a bit interesting."

Osamu Dazai didn't know where the strength came from, and he pushed the person away from bottom to top with both hands accumulating strength.

"you--"

Before the words were finished, a few tall and thick men came in from outside the door. They didn't know where they had the superpowers, and they joined forces to subdue Zhongye Zhongye and pin him to the ground.

"Hold on! Don't move!"

If Zhongyuanzhong also used the full strength of [Dirty], these people would naturally not be his opponents.

But now, he couldn't rely on a fake monkey to pull himself back.

"Oh." Osamu Dazai showed a wretched smile. He got up from the ground, sat on the sofa, stepped on the leather sofa seat with his right foot, raised his jaw slightly, and said disdainfully, "Put him in the dungeon." Li, no one is allowed to give him anything without my request."

"Yes!"

Without giving Nakahara Chuya any chance to refute, he was dragged on his shoulders, packed up and sent away.

Before going out, Osamu Dazai added:

"Hang him up."

"The kind that hangs with both hands next to the head."

"Yes!"

"Higher, the kind with hands hanging above your head."

"Yes!"

"..."

"Dead monkey!!!"

asshole!Sooner or later he will wring his head off!

——Inside the Dungeon——

Adhering to the spirit of Mr. Pianpian, Zhongyuan Zhong has been calmly cooperating with everyone's work.

An'an stood on the spot firmly, stretched out her hands obediently and got into the iron chain, allowing them to hang herself high.

Seeing that he was obedient and didn't make any stupid resistance movements, the few people didn't make things difficult for him anymore, and even brought him a few pairs of height-enhancing insoles.

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "..."

Thanks, but no, he's very tall.

pat.

The door is closed.

The entire dungeon was plunged into darkness, except for the occasional sound of whipping from around, there was a strong smell of blood.

Zhong Yuanzhong also shook his head lightly.

Control him with something tangible?

Oh, what a stupid bastard.

The power of filth was activated quietly, and the red light surrounded the rusty iron chain. There was no change in an instant.

"..."

Zhongyuan Zhong did not give up and used it a few more times.

Except for the occasional sound of chain vibration caused by his violent struggle.

Others, so silent.

As time passed by, the feeling of numbness and soreness in the arm gradually emerged.

The night passed, and his forehead was covered with dense beads of sweat.

When he came down, he must break the dog leg of the dead monkey—this was Chuya Nakahara's last thought before falling into a coma.

--the next day--

The story of Nakahara Chuya's escape from the mental hospital spread throughout Yokohama and beyond, causing an uproar.

"Mr. Dazai, there is already a fight at the port, what do you mean?"

"Wash your face."

"Mr. Dazai, the other party has come to grab something with a dick!"

"Have a meal."

"Mr. Dazai, the hospital has found out that it is Miss Junko who is in there now."

"Oh." Dazai Osamu casually said a few perfunctory words, then threw the phone aside.

Not interesting.

He was born to be the king of this world, with power in his hands and a natural beauty.

If he tells a dog to go east, the dog will never dare to look west;

He makes a grass grow upward, and that grass will never glance down;

He felt that the weather was cold, and it would take a minute for a company or sect to close down.

He has a super IQ and a very high EQ. He is the dream lover and contemporary fantasy of single men and women in Yokohama and even the whole world.

But he was not interested in these people. Back then, a rash boy broke into his heart, his name was——Chuya.

However, in the next few years, he changed. He became jealous, sarcastic, and short-tempered. The moment he pushed Runzi down the stairs, he completely gave up.

But at this moment, he realized that he still loves him.

Hey, damn man, I don't know how many lifetimes of luck it takes to get his attention.

Osamu Dazai shook his head helplessly, and walked towards the dungeon as if compromising.

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "..."

Where is the face? !