Oba Hazo's Time Traveling

Yokohama

National Art Museum

April 5

11: 30pm

"...he was the pioneer of romantic literature in the early twentieth century and the initiator of private novels. I like his "Yoshiko" very much..." Osamu Dazai stood beside Oda, talking softly about his own literature opinion.

Don't look at Dazai holding the "Complete Suicide Manual" every day, his knowledge has surpassed all scholars, and even the professors of the Chinese Department of the University of Tokyo may not be better than him in terms of literature.

Although Oda Saku was born in Nokiko, he also went to the campus in Akamonnai to listen to lectures. He was an auditor at Tokyo University for a while, and finally thought that only experience can give him writing materials.

When he listened to Osamu Dazai's literary opinions, he was always engrossed. He liked to listen to Dazai's words, listened to him talk about literature, and liked to discuss with him.

'Can get new knowledge, new inspiration. '

'Every time I meet Xiuzhi, it is a new experience. '

Dazai was talking about the climax moment, how could he know that the phone in his pocket vibrated and buzzed, he froze for a moment, then said to Oda: "Sorry", and unlocked the screen.

But looking at it, the smile that was hanging on the corner of his mouth has receded completely, and that expressionless face is somewhat awe-inspiring.

Oda asked, "What happened?"

"If I really want to say it, it should be that my unwary subordinates have brought me unexpected troubles." Dazai was awakened by Odasaku's voice, and he finally showed some real emotion, complaining coquettishly, " Really, I have already told them to do things well, and even told them the plan, but those unintelligent friends will always take advantage of others and cause trouble."

He spoke from the heart, but concealed his actual exhaustion with a sweet tone:

"I'm so tired, Odasaku."

I'm really tired.

It is tiring to expand the port mafia to Kanto, it is tiring to plan for the future alone, it is tiring to keep avoiding assassinations, and it is also tiring to keep looking for a world where you can survive...

"If you are very tired." Odasaku looked directly into Dazai Osamu's eyes, he seemed to hear something, but he didn't seem to, even Dazai Osamu didn't know what he was thinking, "If you are very tired, take a rest. "

"Shuji."

Shuji, Dazai was in a daze.

Shuji Tsushima was the name he used, and it was also his real name, but the Tsushima main family disappeared in the bombing of Hirao and Tianjin. As for the political powerhouses in Tokyo, his elder brother and sister who struggled in the House of Commons have already cut off contact with him. He ran away from home before his son married into Kanagawa...

No one has called him Xiuzhi for a long time, but Oda Zuo's one or two calls brought back his memories.

"Can't rest." Who was he saying this to?Oda Saku thought, he probably didn't tell himself, the murmur or two was more like a babble to persuade himself.

"I don't have time to rest."

"But." Odasaku said expressionlessly, "Shuji, you have spent a long time with me, watching movies, reading books, and visiting exhibitions with me." He asked in a flat tone, "I'm so busy, why don't you Spend a lot of time with me and it will affect your life."

He even used declarative sentences.

Dazai lost his temper, he just whispered: "Because you are Odasaku."

"You deserve it."

Oda Saku said: "Sometimes I think that we have known each other for a long time and are good friends who can give each other's lives."

Dazai's eyes widened slightly, and he couldn't help holding his breath.

"But in fact, we have only known each other for a month or two. Although we are friends, we haven't experienced life and death together." Odasaku himself doesn't know why he would say such a thing, he is always evaluated as "Natural" and "not complaining", his insight is actually very strong.

"We will definitely be good friends, even now," he said to Osamu Dazai, "but being friends doesn't mean putting all our energy on another person. Shuji is an excellent club manager and a big shot. Forgoing company business to accompany me to an exhibition is like asking the president to walk my dog."

"I'm not someone to pay attention to."

Odasaku originally wanted Shuji to give up. He thought that he was just the smallest ordinary person, one of the mortal beings, not worthy of being overly liked by anyone, but who knew that after listening to his words, the face of Mr. Xiuzhi, the expression management master, became It was very distorted, and what caught Odasaku's eyes was a face that was half smiling, half crying.

His emotions are too complicated to describe in words.

"You really underestimate yourself, Odasaku."

He said so.

"You have no idea what you mean to me."

……

Yokohama

world apartment

April 5

12: 00pm

When [Oda Saku] turned the key and walked into Ye Zang's apartment, he could almost hear the whimper of "Wuuuu".

No, not almost, actually heard it.

He adhered to the habits of the killer period, walking silently, and Ye Zang, his physical fitness is not much inferior to that of ordinary people, and he has no achievements in physical skills, so it is naturally impossible to discover [Oda Zuo].

When [Oda Saku] pushed open the door, he saw Ye Zang buried his head under the pillow, was he crying?

[Oda Saku]'s eyelids stretched a little.

Fortunately, Ye Zang is still very sensitive to people's sight. Although he didn't hear Odasaku's footsteps, he still reacted the moment he pushed the door open, forcibly suppressing his emotions, and dawdling away from the room. Get out from under the pillow.

【Oda Zuo】Looking at his fair face, his gaze is fixed on the bright red at the end of Aye's eyes.

"..."

He pondered: "What happened?"

"If you really want to say it, it's nothing." Aye whispered.

Part of Ye Zang’s personality overlaps with that of the parallel world writer Osamu Dazai, who would be scolded and cried by Nakahara Chuya, let alone greeted with Rashomon by Shiroi Akutagawa, and hated to the extreme by the most admired author up.Faced with "Akutagawa Ryunosuke's disgust", Ye Zang felt that the sky was about to collapse.

【Oda Saku】Looking at Ye Zang quietly, with quiet eyes, he would look at Kota and his adopted child with such eyes.

Aye couldn't stand it anymore, he just felt his heart gurgling, bursts of sour water gushing out, and these sour waters spread upwards, infiltrating his internal organs.

"I...as planned before, went to see Mr. Akutagawa."

[Oda Zuo] said: "Have you found it?"

A Ye sniffed softly: "I found it, but..."

He complained: "Ms. Akutagawa hates me very, very much. He used Rashomon to attack me. If I hadn't been disqualified from the human world, I would have been drilled countless small holes in my body by Mr. Akutagawa."

While talking, he said in grief and indignation: "Why does Mr. Akutagawa hate me so much!"

'I shouldn't think so. '[Oda Zuo] muttered silently: 'It's the first time I've seen such an energetic Aye. '

"Akutagawa? Even if he hates you, he won't be targeting you, he should be the Dazai of this world."

Aye: "Damn it, what did Mr. Dazai do to make Mr. Akutagawa hate him so much, could it be Xiaoyin..."

As he spoke, Ye Zang's voice became smaller and smaller, as if he had fallen into the world of thinking, [Oda Zuo] waited quietly for a while, he knew that Aye's IQ was outstanding, and after he showed a thoughtful look, Then he opened his mouth and said, "So, where is Akutagawa now?"

Aye told him a few days ago that he would "kidnap" Akutagawa.

"Where he should be."

There was an unreliable weak look on A Ye's face:

"Even Mr. Dazai will definitely not find it."

……

Yokohama

port mafia building

12: 00pm

After the appointment with Odasaku ended, Osamu Dazai returned to the office.

He was not in a good mood, Dazai pondered over and over again: What exactly did Odasaku's words mean? Is he angry?Are you warning me?what did he findAm I still friends with him?what should I do?

Countless questions flooded his brain, Dazai is undoubtedly smart, but when confronted with Oda Saku, the wisdom he is proud of and far beyond everyone is useless, he is like a confused child, worried His every move unintentionally offends the other party.

To make matters worse, he had to deal with the bombing on Saibo Street while his mind was in a mess.

Dazai first found Hirotsu Liulang of the Black Lizard. The area where the accident occurred was under the jurisdiction of the Black Lizard. Atsushi Nakajima went out to do a mission. The direct officer he could find was Hirotsu.

"So, who is the brave little friend who dares to come to our territory to provoke at this juncture?" He used playful words, and even his tone was brisk, but Guangjin didn't feel relaxed. Hang up a few grains of thin sweat.

He didn't even dare to look up at Osamu Dazai's expression.

"It's the remnants of the Takase Society and Green's organization. They teamed up to attack our members on Leibo Street."

Dazai said, "Hey? Is the vitality of mice so tenacious? If I remember correctly, these two organizations were destroyed three years ago."

"Yes, the large army has been strangled by the members of the Black Lizard back then."

Dazai rested his chin with one hand: "Does anyone know the mastermind?"

"Sorry, while we weren't looking, he ended his life with a capsule hidden in the back molar."

Dazai: "Well...it's really a familiar method..." He changed his mind and said, "Maybe we can go deep into the hinterland and avoid the detection of large forces and enter Leibo Street, at least it proves that there is a ghost among us."

Hiroshi raised his head sharply.

"Ah, ah, take it easy, just talking." Dazai still had a stressful smile on his face and said, "Especially Mr. Hirotsu, I heard that he is deeply trusted by his subordinates. I believe there is a boss like you, In any case, there will be no subordinates with two hearts."

"but……"

Dazai tilted his head, his appearance can only be described as pretending to be cute: "I still want some snacks, Mr. Hirotsu."

"Raibo Street is not far from the mafia building. Today, a red flame may be burning there. Who knows what will happen tomorrow. People who can't manage their own area will be replaced.

Sweat flowed down Guangjin's jawline and finally sank into his neck.

"Okay, okay, that's all I have to say." Dazai said, "Go and do your own business, Mr. Hirotsu."

"You have to work hard." Don't catch me.

Hirotsu gasped, he understood the deep meaning of Dazai's words, so he hurriedly bowed and left after bowing. He still has countless things to do, such as rearranging the personal information of his subordinates, "filling in the loopholes" ".

After the door closed, Dazai returned to his previous expressionless face, and his movements were exactly the same as Mori Ogai who was sitting here before.

Saibo Street, Explosions, Takase Club...

It is true that the rapid expansion of the Mafia has brought about many problems. The surface is calm, but under the calm water, there are dark tides and turbulent waves. Small riots and protests occur in every corner of Yokohama every day, but most of them are not suppressed. In the beginning, it would not be handed over to Osamu Dazai at all.

This time it will disturb Osamu Dazai, it is nothing more than too much movement and too much loss.

Heads, economy, buildings, these are small things...

Osamu Dazai looked at the information, and immediately thought of something, sneered, and dialed a certain number.

"The No. [-] camera left in Leibo Street..."

"Yeah, it stopped working."

"The boy in white who caught your attention earlier, yes, his name is Akutagawa."

"Because of being too cautious, you escaped the stalking of the Black Lizard team?" Dazai repeated this sentence again.

Although he arranged for someone to follow Ryunosuke Akutagawa, he knew that it was impossible to follow each other's every move.People with supernatural powers, or powerful people with supernatural powers, are very vigilant to the environment. "People will perceive when they are watched." Struggling in the middle, people will become more sensitive.

Needless to say, Ryunosuke Akutagawa has survived in the slums so far, and his perception is naturally not weak, so Dazai didn't pay too much attention to him, and only mobilized people to look for him when needed.

"It's normal not to find Akutagawa, but..."

He rested his chin on one hand: "Did you really not do anything, Ah Ye?" '

……

April 5

18: 00pm

In the morning, Ye Zang went to Tokyo to participate in a meeting among cartoonists.

The editorial department of Monthly Shonen Magazine will hold regular gatherings, which is convenient for teachers to get to know each other and expand their social space.

Cartoonist is a lonely profession. Apart from contact with editors, the most outsiders I see are assistants, but people are social animals. Even if they are lonely Japanese, most people don’t want to stay in the room all day long. Pharmacy is a companion, so there are all kinds of gatherings for teachers to get to know their colleagues.

Although A Ye has his own artistic opinions, it is not that he does not read comics. On the contrary, he has cartoonists he admires, and he also wants to learn from teachers who are good at storyboarding.

Today's time slot is quite empty, this opportunity is rare, so Ye Zang went to Tokyo.

Yokohama belongs to the Tokyo circle, and JR connects the city circles around Tokyo into one body. Office workers living in Kamakura can even travel to and from Tokyo, let alone Aye. Apartment door.

"I am back."

The moment the voice fell back, the door was pushed open a small crack, and warm orange lights squeezed out from the crack, and Aye paused for a second, noncommittal.

"You're back." The exact same voice, if [Oda Saku] was here, you would feel familiar. The voices of Dazai Osamu and Ye Zang are exactly the same, but the former speaks an unidentifiable Tokyo accent, and Ye Zang There is a unique style of Pingjin in the Tibetan language.

Dazai's ability to imitate is very strong, and he spent his childhood in Tsugaru, as long as he wants to, his speech is indistinguishable from Ye Zang.

Dazai walked up to him with brisk steps. He hung the black suit jacket on the hanger, the silky fabric was wrinkled. In the warm room, he was only wearing a white shirt and A Ye apron.

He looked at Ye Zang with a smile, and said ambiguously, "Do you want to eat first, or eat me first?"

A Ye was startled, his eyes suddenly widened, like a pitiful rabbit.

"Stop teasing me, Dazai-san."

"Oh." Dazai squeezed his eyes slyly, "I've been wanting to say that for a while."

"Come on, come on, it's too late to prepare dinner, I really don't know how many spoonfuls of mirin should be put, how much miso is as big as a fingernail, but it's no problem for supper."

A Ye was pushed by him to the dining table. The layout of the apartment in the center of Yokohama is similar to that of other high-end apartments. The open kitchen and the dining room are in a line. Ye Zang glanced at the horrible cooking table and quickly looked away. Complaints: I don't know how long it will take to clean this up.

The bottom of the pot was burnt, the eggs were beaten everywhere, the splashed cream spots, the black soy sauce poured on the countertop, and the bottles and jars turned out from nowhere...

It is almost impossible to blow up the kitchen in the real world, and the aftermath of Dazai's ravages proved that he is an out-and-out kitchen killer.

It's too much...

However, the culprit, he has no guilt for what he created, he just put his hands together and said to A Ye: "Sorry, it's a bit messy, and I will send someone to clean it later."

Because he is the leader of the port mafia, he can easily arrange people to work for him.

Ah Ye didn't speak, it would be too weird if he insisted on doing it by himself, wouldn't it?And he is not a real wife, how could he like to clean the kitchen.

Dazai said: "Cooking is really difficult. Who knew I couldn't even fry a thick egg. Fortunately, I can still cook side dishes. In addition, there is a rice cooker."

He looked at the cold white rice cooker and said: "Modern technology is really great, as long as you sort out the ingredients and put them in the pot in order, even a novice in the kitchen like me is fine."

"So, I made porridge with my favorite canned crab meat and shredded red ginger."

"Aye likes it too, right?" Dazai said, "I mean crab meat."

"Ah, that's right."

Dazai graciously helped him open the chair, he was imitating Ye Zang, whether it was his slender figure like wicker, or his deliberately exposed part of his neck.

It seems that "Danna" will be said in the next second.

Ah Ye sat at the dining table with some unknown mood. The tablecloth was covered with lacquered wooden bowls. The snow-white rice was soaked, the red and white shredded crab meat was hidden between the rice grains, and the red ginger was cut very finely. , stacked together, like a blooming hydrangea.

"Please use." Dazai's body was pressed against Ye Zang, as if he was setting the tableware for Ye Zang, the arm wrapped in a white shirt brushed Ye Zang's forehead hair, pulling it up.

You can almost smell the cold fragrance that permeates Dazai's skin.

It was a refreshing scent, between the smell of mint and detergent, in short, it was a smell that was incompatible with the leader.

After finishing everything, Dazai pretended to be a virtuous wife and sat opposite Ye Zang. He looked at Ye Zang with a smile, as if admiring his bewilderment and the uneasiness hidden under his shy skin.

For a while, only the sound of people's breathing and the muffled sound of contact with tableware can be heard in the room.

"Aye."

Dazai rested his chin with one hand, as if he was admiring Aye's appearance of eating porridge, or he was sizing him up.

"Where did you hide Akutagawa?"

he asked with a smile.