When the double black penetrates the if line

"...Why are you here?" After a long silence of wide-eyed and small-eyed eyes, Zhong Yuanzhong also spoke first.

"Ah... this is not your place, why can't I come?" Osamu Dazai's tone was typical of a rascal, "Why did Chuya's bed look so comfortable? I just came here to lie down. "

Although he just took a shower, Zhong Yuanzhong still felt the anger in his heart rising slowly.

A vein popped out of his forehead, and he said word by word through the gap between his teeth: "I remember, the Armed Detective Agency also arranged a room for you, right? With all due respect, it is because there are a few pieces of cotton wool in the pillow in your room Or was there a hole in the sheet that forced you to come into my room?"

"Hey, not at all." Dazai Osamu said with a smile, and then maybe seeing Nakahara Chuya's expression, he thought about it for a moment, and added, "I just want to come and rub your bed."

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "..."

Dazai Osamu was probably born with a kind of magical power, able to bounce repeatedly on the bottom line of a person, stepping on the string that is most likely to break in his heart time and time again, and yet he still put on a pitiful and innocent look. innocent look.

Nakahara also felt that he was like a container, in which the cold and angry lava was about to overflow, making him want to just rush over and grab Dazai Osamu by the collar to give him a hard punch, and then hit him His face roared [-] times This is my fucking room, what are you doing here, you bastard mackerel, do you know that people have a right to privacy and you are still taking a shower? !

But when he saw Dazai Osamu's face with that half-coquettish and half-innocent expression on it, even though he knew it was all his disguise and it was not real, the anger in Nakahara Chuya's heart was still as if he had met A bucket of ice water is average.

All of a sudden it disappeared.

He sighed impatiently, took out a bathrobe from the closet on one side, and put it on himself.

"Get out of here." He said without looking up while tying his clothes, "Go wherever you like, but don't stay here with me anyway. I'm afraid I'll send you to the hospital if I'm not careful."

"But Chuya, your hair hasn't dried yet." The room was silent for a moment, and then Osamu Dazai's voice suddenly sounded behind him.

"What—" Not noticing Osamu Dazai's approach at all, Nakahara Chuya was startled and turned his head quickly.

"Hey, don't." Osamu Dazai put one hand on Chuya Nakahara's shoulder, preventing him from turning his head, and fixed Chuya Nakahara in a posture worthy of being held in his arms by Osamu Nakahara.

"Here." Osamu Dazai put his face close to Chuya Nakahara's side face, letting the faint warm breath from his words blow over Chuya Nakahara's earlobe, while stretching out a hand, the movement was gentle and gentle Ambiguously, he twirled Zhongyuan Zhongya's strand of hair beside his collarbone, "The water in your hair is dripping."

Zhong Yuanzhong also felt a strong sense of awkwardness.

In fact, when Osamu Dazai put his hand up, the slight force was negligible to Chuya Nakahara. If he wanted, he could easily break free from Osamu Dazai's arms.

But the Central Plains did not.

He just spat in his heart his body that had long been used to Dazai's touch, while silently watching Dazai's movements.

Nakahara Nakaya didn't turn around until Osamu Dazai wiped away the drop of water that was about to drip from his hair and straightened up.

He raised his eyelids, and heard his own voice say lazily, "Hey, are you sleeping inside or outside the bed?"

Osamu Dazai chuckled, but he didn't ask why Nakahara Nakaya suddenly changed his mind, but his tone was light and gentle: "Your hair hasn't been dried yet, and sleeping with it wet is easy to get a headache."

"You have never been to the Armed Detective Agency. There is no hair dryer in their room, and the hair dryer is all downstairs. I'll get it for you."

Saying that, Osamu Dazai took a few steps back and opened the door of the room.Zhong Yuanzhong also turned around, and he could be seen walking down the stairs through the half-hidden door.

In fact, Zhong Yuanzhong is also the humanoid container of Huang Ba vomiting, and his body also bears part of the overflowing power to a certain extent. For him, there is no such thing as an ordinary person who sleeps with wet hair at night and gets a headache the next day. troubles.

But he looked at Osamu Dazai walking downstairs, thought for a while, and still didn't say anything.

Anyway, Osamu Dazai did it for himself, free labor, no need for nothing.

When Osamu Dazai walked into the room with the hair dryer, he immediately saw Nakahara Nakaya sitting on the low cabinet next to the plug, resting his chin with one hand, and playing with a strand of hair hanging down with the other hand.

"Hey, you bastard, are you just sitting here waiting for my service?" Dazai Osamu mercilessly complained while plugging in the plug, "Should I be called a slimy little slug?"

The hair dryer made a buzzing noise when it was turned on, and Osamu Dazai turned on the highest gear, and the scorching wind blows into the hair, and shuttles between the fingers along with the orange hair.

Although he complained mercilessly, Osamu Dazai's movements were gentle and skillful, obviously it was not the first time he did such a thing.

"Hey, so why do you have long hair, Chuya? After you have long hair, I have to learn how to help people blow their hair, which is not practical and very trivial. It's so annoying .”

Osamu Dazai's words were rubbed into the sound of the hair dryer, Nakahara also narrowed his eyes, pretending he didn't hear, and said nothing.

So when the hair dryer was turned off and the noise with the heat finally disappeared, Nakahara almost missed Osamu Dazai's last words.

——"Tell me, what are you going to do about Osamu Dazai here, the leader of the gangsters in Hong Kong?"

Nakahara Chuya turned his head and looked into Osamu Dazai's eyes.

"Do you still have doubts about this kind of question?" He snorted unceremoniously, not hiding his impatience at all, "For this kind of lunatic, can't you just beat him up?"

Central Plains also hates people like Osamu Dazai who are so thoughtful and have more eyes than the sky.Especially from what Kunikida said before, the Dazai Osamu of this world is still a completely blackened black mud spirit who wants to destroy Yokohama.

For this kind of person, Zhong Yuanzhong never thought too much about it, and his instinct told him to just beat him up.Of course, if you are not convinced, then beat me up again.Beat until the black mud in the opponent's brain is beaten out.

"Sure enough, it's still as violent as before..." Osamu Dazai raised one eyebrow and said softly, "But I'm afraid it won't work."

"What?" Zhong Yuan raised his eyes to look at him.

"I said——" Osamu Dazai suddenly grabbed Nakahara Chuya by the collar. The pajamas provided by the Armed Detective Agency were a few sizes larger than Nakahara Chuya's usual size, so the neckline of the pajamas was loose, revealing a large area of ​​collarbone and skin.

Now that Osamu Dazai pulled suddenly, Nakahara was also unprepared, and met his iris-colored eyes suddenly.

Osamu Dazai looked at Chuya Nakahara, the rich black in his kite-colored pupils kept rolling and undulating, and finally all settled into a bottomless black abyss.Until this moment, something similar to Osamu Dazai, the leader of this world, was clearly revealed in him, gloomy and terrifying, revealing a corner of the abyss.

There was no smile in his eyes, and he said every word.

——"No, Chuya. I don't allow you to find Osamu Dazai of this world."

——"Because if you go, then you must never come back."