All the cp I knocked in Yokohama came true

The elevator door opens.

Shinomiya She also deliberately dawdled for a while. Between the gap between the two doors, he saw the back of Nakahara Chuya, the Hong Kong black cadre who always wore a black coat and black hat and held an umbrella in one hand. Bending pretentiously to look at the asphalt on dark gray.

Apart from his outstanding appearance, extraordinary fighting power, and his identity as a high-ranking mafia at the port, Zhongyuan Zhong at this moment is more like an ordinary person.

He is extremely patient, conscientious and responsible, the kind of person who is naturally willing to carry the burden on his shoulders.

He and Osamu Dazai are almost two types of people.

Shinomiya Furuya couldn't think of where Nakahara Chuya had his eye on Dazai.

But love is such an inexplicable thing.

Never use the standard in the heart as a measure. Love is hasty, silent, silent and caught off guard. It makes no sense. It is always very different from the inner plan and runs counter to people's consistent rational cognition.

Osamu Dazai always sees it too clearly, like a heartless butcher who cuts his heart out of his chest all day long and puts it in a corner, watching it bleed openly. Someone came over and said he wanted to Help him heal, not only will he not appreciate it, but he will pull his heart and change to a corner where there is no one.

Finally, one day, a person came from another direction, as if bringing light and warmth, just by getting close, one could feel the warmth of the heart, and the wound slowly healed.

He wanted to get closer, but the heart was too ugly, even if it was sewn up with needles and thread and bound with gauze, it was still full of crooked scars, which was ugly and scary, so he avoided the hand extended by the other party, and covered the heart with his body. Heart, slowly flee away.

Osamu Dazai is a coward.

Shinomiya She couldn't be more clear.

Zhong Yuanzhong also looked down at the asphalt road, the black and gray fine gravels were densely covered with the ground, his gaze swept over inch by inch, not letting go of any corner.

Box?What kind of box is it?

Nakahara Chuya recalled what Shinomiya Sheka said - "It's the kind that can be held in the palm of your hand."

What kind of description is this?Is it the euphemism peculiar to literary and art writers?

Central Plains is also full of confusion, but fortunately this area is very empty, it can be said to be unobstructed, and there is nothing to hide.

Sure enough, it was still thrown into the trash can as garbage?

He stopped in front of the trash can, his eyes still searching elsewhere.

Mr. Shinomiya seems to be a very clean person, and he does not hide his high quality in his usual food and clothing. The lost box is probably not a bargain. There instead of throwing it in the trash, right?

Zhongyuan Zhong also thought so, but the sense of responsibility and what Shinomiya She also said did not allow him to be perfunctory. His eyes drifted over unconsciously, glancing over the relatively clean trash can like a dragonfly.

Perhaps it was because the cleaners had just cleaned it up not long ago. There was not much garbage in the trash can, only a few food packaging bags, and the contents inside could almost be seen at a glance——

He glanced over, and his eyes were instantly caught by a small box.

The cobalt blue pupils froze there.

Transparent drops of water dripped down the umbrella cloth, like a string of crystal bead curtains, and the rainwater slapped on the gray trash can, creating a fine mist that blurred the vision of the investigators.

Nakahara also blinked in disbelief, and held out his hand in silence.

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Osamu Dazai didn't know how he got back to the hotel.

When he entered the door, Josuke, who was lying on the sofa playing a game, was taken aback. His shaggy black hair was soaked in rain, his bangs were pressed down, heavily covering his iris-colored eyes, and his face was deliberately smeared. The make-up was all over the place, like a clown in the park. At this moment, Osamu Dazai had no other adjectives other than downcast.

Previously, he deliberately acted in front of himself, pretending to be Teacher Sigong's girlfriend, but he hadn't seen her for a short period of time, how did he become like this?

Dongfang Jousuke put down the game controller, and the brave protagonist in the screen was dueling the centaur boss. His body turned in mid-air and instantly lost control, facing a sea of ​​flames, directly burning his blood to the empty space.

Dongfang Jousuke had no time to pay attention to the fruits of his labor all afternoon, he stood up hastily, and ran to the bathroom to get a new towel from the cabinet.

"Ms. Dazai Haruko?" Higashika Josuke handed out a towel, "Are you okay? Let's wipe it off first."

Osamu Dazai raised his head, with a gloomy expression on his brows and eyes, a calm color that was nothing like before.

Dongfang Jousuke was taken aback by his look, he directly stuffed the towel into Osamu Dazai's hand, and tilted his head to look at Miss Dazai's face.

Even if she lied to others before, she is still Shinomiya-sensei's friend. Moreover, how much stimulation did a girl have to suddenly become like this.

Osamu Dazai stood there silently, the rain dripped down the hem of his white and blue skirt to the ground, and the accumulated water gathered on the floor to form a small puddle.

"I'm going to pour some hot water, and there are clean bathrobes over there..." Jousuke said, "If you find it inconvenient, I'll call the front desk to send a set of clothes..."

"Oh, are you shy?" Osamu Dazai, who had always been like an ice sculpture, suddenly opened his mouth. His voice was still the same as before, as if it was just an ordinary night and nothing happened.

He raised his head, narrowed his eyes as if smiling, and put his hands on his chest.

The quality, real, elastic, soft and skin-friendly silicone fake breast still fell on his chest, and at this moment, it shook exaggeratedly twice with his movements.

Higashikata Jousuke's face turned red.

He backed away in a panic, turned his face away, and closed his eyes tightly, "The clothes are all wet! Miss Dazai! Go and change quickly, please!"

Osamu Dazai succeeded in playing a prank, let go of his hand, and laughed twice, "Do you still want to chase after Shinomiya like this? The difference in rank is too much."

Osamu Dazai clasped his backhand, and the two lumps of warm meat on his chest fell off neatly like scabbed scars and landed on the ground.

The two semicircles bounced twice on the ground and rolled to the corner of the wall.

Can even this be "drained"? ? ? ?

Dongfang Jousuke was dumbfounded, he was puzzled for a second, and quickly reacted: "Mister Dazai...?"

Dazai blinked.

"What does chasing Mr. Shinomiya have to do with this!" Dongfang Josuke grabbed Dazai Osamu by the shoulder, opened the door of the guest room, and threw Dazai Osamu directly into the door with his ruthless iron hands.

"Bang!" The door suddenly closed.

"My clothes are just outside, those tote bags!" Osamu Dazai slowly sat down on the floor.

The floor covered with long-haired carpet was faintly warm. Osamu Dazai took the paper bag from Jousuke. He didn't change his clothes immediately, but just sat there in a daze.

The room was extremely quiet, only the rustling sound of drizzle slapping on the glass came from the window sill, a crack was exposed in the open window, scattered raindrops fell in, and a little bit of moisture spread in the room.

The sky is gray and blue, the clouds are as thick as ink, and the lights are lit up, blurred by rain and fog into spots of light.

Osamu Dazai walked to the window sill unknowingly. He lowered his eyes and looked down. The straight road like chopsticks stretched infinitely into the distance. People sitting in cars and people in a hurry all constituted this scene.

He raised his head, and the low rain cloud narrowed the distance between the sky and the earth, as if he could touch the cloud with his hand.

His hand climbed up the window frame, and the drizzle was like needles pricking the back of his hand.

if......

Use your arms to support your body.

"Miss Dazai!" The young high school student knocked on the door again, this time he knocked loudly and deliberately, "I forgot just now! I moved all the tortoises raised by Mr. Shinomiya to the guest room! Do you want to change the room? ah......?"

Dazai turned around slowly.

His thoughts floating in the air like a kite were suddenly tightened by the thread and pulled back.

The scene in front of me was comparable to a flower and bird market.

Except for the area at the door, the rest of the floor, cabinets, tables, and chairs were all occupied by ceramic pots, without the slightest appearance of a guest room.

Osamu Dazai: ...

This kid is quite vengeful.

Once the emotions are interrupted, it is difficult to recover again. Dazai Osamu looked down at the busy downstairs, and a gust of cold wind blew in along his wide open window, blowing from head to toe, with raindrops in between, it really came through Feeling cold.

He shivered, got down from the window sill, and only realized when he sat back on the floor that his hands and feet were freezing cold at the moment, as if he had lost consciousness, with numbness and dull pain.

Even if Osamu Dazai is not afraid of these turtles, let him change his clothes "in full view"... how much he can't think about it.

He picked another guest room, finally took off the women's clothes, and put on the windbreaker he was used to.

Holding hot cocoa, Osamu Dazai sat on the sofa next to Higashika Josuke, and he glanced at Higashika Josuke who was focused on playing games.

Noticing his gaze, the boy hesitated, and asked, "Mr. Dazai, do you know where Mr. Shinomiya is?"

Osamu Dazai raised his eyebrows, "I thought you would open your mouth to ask me the moment I walked in."

Dongfang Jousuke manipulated the characters on the game screen with one hand, and scratched the side of his face with the free hand, "I wanted to ask, but I just saw that you were in a bad mood at the time."

Osamu Dazai was silent for a while, "You don't know his true identity, you don't understand his likes and dislikes, you can't even know the simple question of where he is going at the moment, why do you think he will agree to your confession Woolen cloth?"

In the game, the brave man carrying a shield and bow and holding a long sword stopped in front of the post station. Dongfang Josuke opened the menu and pressed save.

His eyes are like gems that have been carefully polished, with a bright luster. When he looks at a person sincerely, no one will doubt his words.

"I don't know if he will agree." Jousuke smiled, "However, if you don't even have to try because you have sentenced yourself to death in your heart, it would be too unwilling."

"I've already tasted the taste of regret." Dongfang Jousuke lowered his head, as if seeing a scene in his memory, he said softly: "No one will like that kind of feeling. So...no I won't give up until I've tried my best."

"All the hard work...?" Osamu Dazai put his hand in his pocket, inside was the diamond ring he just took off, it was so hard that it hurt his hand.

"Don't change the subject." Dongfang Jousuke saw through Dazai Osamu's face in just one day, "Where's Mr. Shinomiya?"

"Ah, him." Dazai Osamu recalled the recent incidents in Tokyo in the intelligence, and the corners of his mouth curled up in a narrow arc. "He is doing serious things, by the way, don't you know? Your Shinomiya-sensei, But what about the son of the famous Sigong consortium!"

"What do you think will happen if a mafia leader finds an heir to a consortium?"

The author has something to say: 1. Dazai·National Class-Level Drum Performance Master·Zhi

2.作者的早睡计划失败，头顶又明亮了许多感谢在2020-09-2603:48:01~2020-09-2801:19:03期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: 2 unhappy;

Thanks to the little angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: 3 bottles of Ali and Shuangxue Qiannian; 1 bottle of Moomoo Cow;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!