Deep fried mackerel!

When Osamu Dazai arrived at the dungeon, Nakahara had already fallen into a coma.

The 'beauty' is so obsessed in the drowsiness.

Osamu Dazai knelt down in front of him and stared at him for a long time.

After thinking about it, I went outside and took a full set of painting equipment, painted on his face, painted a puppy on his forehead, painted a heart on his left cheek, and painted a flower on his right cheek.

After a long time, his face was completely covered, Dazai Osamu seemed to have found his conscience, clapped his hands and put him on the ground, and then returned to the bedroom holding his collar.

As if Chuya exhausted himself every time he used [Dirty], Dazai took some hot water and wiped off the handwriting on his face carefully.

Osamu Dazai sat by the bed, looking at the hat on his head, he felt more and more intrusive.

If he remembers correctly, when his subordinates beat him up yesterday, what he was protecting...was a hat? !

Ah.

hat?

A broken hat!

I didn't see how careful I was when I kicked him.

The moment the hat came off his hair, Chuya woke up. The knife he hid was pressed against Osamu Dazai's neck, and red blood flowed out.

Osamu Dazai didn't change his face, his heart didn't beat, and he even had the urge to rub against the tip of the knife.

"You're stupid."

"You used to last for days and nights."

"Is your kidney not doing well recently?"

The caring expression on his face made Nakahara Nakaya feel chills down his spine. He turned away from the hand that was about to touch his kidney, kicked him away, and took the hat and put it on his head.

Although the ability is gone, the many years spent in the Mafia have made fighting and other skills deeply rooted in his bones.

Osamu Dazai coughed up blood lightly, stood up against the wall, and said, "I just like your pungent temper."

"Hey, here's 500 million. Take it out and spend it, and you're not allowed to go home until you finish spending it." Dazai Osamu threw a black and white gold card over, and it hit the brim of Zhongyuan's hat.

"..."

"You are sick?!"

"Go to the doctor if you are sick, or go to the hospital, don't pretend to be crazy here!"

Central Plains also crushed the card, and the black card containing tens of millions was scrapped.

Dazai Osamu waved calmly, and Kunikida in a suit walked over alone, holding a calculator in his hand and running it at a high speed: "The damaged tiles are about 530, and the labor cost is 530. In addition, the black card is worth [-] million, which is a small change." After that, the total was [-] million.”

Then he pushed a large suitcase and a POSS machine in front of Zhongye: "Cash or credit card?"

"What are you doing! I broke a broken card of yours! I didn't blow up your bank! Why don't you just go and grab it!"

"Tut tsk tsk." Osamu Dazai snorted lightly: "It's just a little money, I don't care too much about it, how about this, teach me a little bit, and I will forgive your debts if you make me happy?"

"Shut up! Bastard Dazai, believe it or not, I'll chop off your head and kick it like a ball!"

Zhongyuan Zhong was also so angry that he exploded, and the hand holding the knife trembled slightly.

"I'm afraid it's not good to play football. Dazai's head is shaped like a rectangle after the hair is shaved. It's okay to play rugby. Let's play football." Kuniki said seriously.

Zhong Yuanzhong also turned back angrily. "Wrap it in a bandage a few times."

"Well, it is feasible, but it is best to take it internally."

"But it's too wasteful, and it's not recommended, but there is really no other way."

"Wait, I'll calculate the volume and space to put in the bandage." Kunimu sat down in front of the table, holding a pen and writing something frantically in the notebook.

"Crazy." Zhong Yuanzhong also rolled his eyes, took back his knife and prepared to leave this place of right and wrong.

A group of short-circuited guys!

He quickly rolled over from the stairs, lowered the brim of his hat slightly, and quickened his steps.

pat.

The door was opened from the inside to the outside, and the gentle wind blew across his cheeks, gradually calming down Chuya's irritable mood. He raised his foot and was about to leave, when Dazai Osamu's voice that deserved a beating came again lightly.

"Oh, you should go."

Nakaya stepped forward with one foot.

"Oh, you should go on."

Chuya stepped forward with his second foot, striding away.

"If you dare to step out of this gate today, you will never see your child in your life!"

Central Plains also froze in place.

Osamu Dazai walked leisurely and calmly: "Why don't you leave?"

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "..."

I'm afraid you come to the last sentence - your child's name is 'Mori Ogai'.

"If you listen to me honestly, I will not touch that child, but if you dare to disobey me, I will send him abroad, so that you will never see him for the rest of your life."

Osamu Dazai stretched his hand across the corner of Nakaya's eyes, and said softly, "Don't cry, I will feel bad."

"..."

"Crying for your sister!" Zhongya pointed at his stomach and kicked him hard again.

When he killed him, Osamu Dazai was kicked several meters away, and he was forced to be embedded in the wall, unable to move. Before Chuya left the villa, he shouted with all his strength: "I just like you Spicy temper."

Zhong Yuanzhong ignored him.

He needs to find the reason why he lost his ability. Only when the ability comes back, can he return to the original world.

As for the Dazai of this world.

Either his brain was kicked by a donkey when he came through, or... he was acting, making people want to tear off his hypocritical skin and expose the real flesh and blood inside.

And that kid.

If it's Fukuzawa Yukichi or Mori Ogai.

Hehe, he ruined the world.