[Wenye] Dazai opened his eyes

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As a result, he was scolded as crazy.

Well, maybe it is right, I really have some terrible incurable disease, I am in a illusory hallucination, I am imprisoned in the brain that may have burnt out at some point, I will never wake up if I do it Don't come to dream.

However, since I haven't found any flaws yet, it's okay to treat this place as a certain degree of truth for the time being.

After spending about two hours thinking about spying on Nakaya and finishing all the documents at hand, Osamu Dazai yawned and stretched his waist.

"Chuya... going back?"

Although for ordinary civilian employees, the working hours of the Port Mafia are no different from those of ordinary companies, with a nine-to-five office, but for combatants and high-level executives, the working hours are outrageous.

For example, Nakahara Chuya, the bodyguard (or nanny) of the top cadre and part-time leader, basically works from eight in the morning to late in the morning...at two in the morning, he has to be in place early in the morning before the police start to operate, and work until the battle The staff basically finished their work before returning to the exclusive lounge downstairs of the chief's room to sleep for a while, and he couldn't even go home, but relatively, if he had nothing to do during the day, he would take a nap on the built-in sofa in the chief's room. So it's not going to be short of sleep.

Besides, compared to him, the bastard Dazai Osamu is the real monster. Basically, there is no time to rest. As long as Nakahara also sees each other, [-]% of the time is at work, and the rest of the time is spent. Under the pressure of himself and Yin to eat and rest properly, otherwise there would be no rumors that he would not have slept for four years, which sounded like a mutation.

"Well, yes."

Nakahara Chuya was getting up and tidying up his desk, when he heard Dazai's question, he turned his head and asked.

"What? Is there anything else?"

"Yeah, Dunjun will come back to report later, so just stay here for a while."

"Ah? Why didn't I receive the message?"

Because it will take 10 minutes before the official appointment will be delivered.

"Because I gave him special permission to contact me."

Dazai governed with confidence.

"what?"

Nakahara Chuya almost laughed angrily, standing in front of Osamu Dazai's table, slapped the table and yelled at him.

"The other party is just an ordinary member! Why do you have such authority! Even if it's the guerrilla captain directly under the leader, his direct contact should be your secretary Yin!"

"When did you release this authority without my permission!"

"Well, about a month and a half ago."

Osamu Dazai leaned back in his chair and spoke slowly.

"And I don't need to..." (With your permission.)

He bit back the sentence that was almost habitually blurted out, Dazai looked at Nakaya's blue eyes, as if he was afraid of accidentally blowing out the sparks inside, he covered his mouth all at once.

"...In short, it was a month and a half ago."

He said in a muffled voice.

"...A month and a half ago?"

Chuya frowned and recalled, but no matter how he thought about it, he couldn't remember it. In the end, he could only stare at Osamu Dazai suspiciously.

"You didn't lie to me, did you?"

"No."

Anyway, it was indeed a month and a half ago for him.

Osamu Dazai, sincerely.jpg

"... Tsk, trust you once."

Although Chu also reasonably suspects that the bastard Osamu Dazai is cheating him, he has no evidence, and anyway, since someone is going to enter the chief's room, there is no doubt that he needs to be present.

"Then I'll go back after that person finishes his report."

"Good~"

Dazai obediently responded, and the smile with the tail turned up was like a cat's tail, and his hair was furious for a while.

"What's wrong with you today?"

"Ah, what a shame."

Dazai said with a smile, completely ignoring the suspicious eyes of the person in front of him.

"It's just that I'm in a good mood."

"...This is really the funniest joke I've heard in years."

Zhong Yuanzhong also said, but his tone did not have that kind of disdain or sarcasm, and even on the contrary, there was more serious inquiry.

"Do you really, ever have a good time?"

"of course."

It's still that invisible attitude. Although he is smiling, he doesn't have the joyful feeling that comes from his heart.

Laughter, for Osamu Dazai, is just an expression, a mask he is most used to.

I got used to it and forgot how to take it off.

"Tsk, up to you."

Nakahara also didn't want to argue with Osamu Dazai. This person has basically had a deep meaning in every sentence since a long time ago. It's just that when he was a teenager, he could understand what he said. Later...

I no longer know what this guy is thinking.

Maybe it's because they are strangers to each other, or because the other party has not allowed themselves to understand him.

Anyway, the best way to deal with this guy is to ignore him, don't trust him, and keep his own rhythm. He has already perfected this skill over the years.

So, let's stop here with some dark and sinister joke.

Afterwards, Naka completely ignored the existence of Dazai, and concentrated on sorting out his things, and then stood beside Dazai with his hands behind his back and his head bowed.

During this period, Dazai tried to attract Chuya's attention through words, but no matter what he said, Chuya didn't raise his head.

At most, he occasionally glanced at him with a look of "did you take the wrong medicine today".

Well, it seems that I have really trained Zhongye in these years, and I am much more mature, so funny that I don't even want to blow my hair at all.

Let me think about it, if I don't kill myself... How will I spend this day...

Osamu Dazai leaned on his seat and closed his eyes for a while, and about 10 minutes later, there was finally a sound outside the door of the chief's room.

"Chief, I'm Dun, answering the call and coming to visit."

"Well, come in."

"excuse me."

Seeing the white-haired boy walk to the center of the room and stand with his hands behind his back, Zhong Yuan Zhong clicked his tongue in displeasure and warned loudly.

"Too arrogant, guerrilla captain, restrain yourself in front of the leader."

"Yes, I'm terribly sorry."

"It's okay, Chuya, if you are always so serious, you will grow old quickly~"

Dazai joked with a smile.

"what?!"

"Well, the task is hard, Dun-jun."

Averting his eyes from the irritable Nakaya, Dazai changed from a gag bastard to a leader who hides his sword with a smile in a second, and he raised his legs gracefully and calmly.

"Although in theory, Dun Jun and I should have a private conversation next time...but..."

Dazai leaned back, raised his head slightly, looked at Chuya with a gloomy face, and asked with a smile.

"Chuya, do you want to stay?"

"Stay? Do I have a choice? Chief."

Zhong Yuanzhong also snorted coldly.

Tsk, I was so angry when I asked you to leave before, it was like a dynamite keg that was ignited, but now I let you choose to mock me here.

Dazai curled his lips and sighed helplessly.

"Chuya, have you not passed the rebellious period yet? It's really a psychological age that matches your height."

"you!"

"In short, stay if you want to stay."

Dazai turned his head slightly, looked into Chuya's surprised eyes, and smiled with satisfaction.

"As I said, I'm in a good mood today."

Responding to him was the expected silence, Dazai was not in a hurry, and slowly turned his gaze to Atsushi Nakajima again.

"I have already received the combat report. One person wiped out the entire combat team, but those people are just mercenaries. After killing one wave, there will be another wave. After that, you will have to work hard."

"Yes."

"Originally, I should have made a long speech, but... let's forget about today, Dunjun. There will be an important task for you to do after a while, so let's take today as a preview."

Dazai said, slowly closing his eyes.

"Go ahead, train well and prepare well, that mission is absolutely not to be missed."

"Yes, Mr. Dazai."

Atsushi replied respectfully with his head down, but even so, it still aroused Chuya's dissatisfaction.

"Call me the leader, kid, do you want to be killed!"

"Well, Chuya."

He directly raised his hand and grabbed Nakahara Chuya's wrist to make the opponent's ability to overwhelm Atsushi Nakajima disappear. Dazai waved his hand to signal Atsushi Nakajima to go down first, and when there were only two people left in the room, he held the knife-like Eyes, hands up in surrender.

"Today's work is over, why? Why don't you go to rest?"

Looking at Dazai Osamu's innocent kite-colored eyes, Chuya Nakahara's fist was raised and raised, but in the end it still dropped powerlessly.

"What the hell do you want to do?"

Zhong also asked.

Doubt, vigilance, and a little helplessness.

"Probably already thought about it, but I won't tell you until you clock in tomorrow morning."

Dazai showed that iconic smile, like a hunter hiding in the shadows, the gun in his hand has already aimed at the heart of the prey where no one can see.

"You need to rest well, Chuya, tomorrow will be a busy day."

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As a result, Zhongyuan Zhong couldn't sleep well at all.

No matter how you think about it, Osamu Dazai's previous behavior was too weird. That guy is definitely planning something terrible. It is probably the kind that he will never agree to after he knows it, so he has to cut it first and play later.

With such speculation in mind, Chuya Nakahara was almost uneasy all night. Fortunately, as the top cadre of the Mafia, he has a good foundation in staying up all night, and it won't have much impact if he doesn't sleep for a day.

Just drink more coffee.

Around 07:30, Nakahara Chuya appeared in the canteen of the Port Mafia, yawning and holding a cup of coffee.

"Ah... Sure enough, I'm still not used to drinking coffee."

"Lord Zhongyuan."

"Ok?"

Zhongyuan Zhong also turned his head, looked at the woman in business attire who came over, and raised his eyebrows.

"Silver? What's the matter? Does that guy want you to come to me?"

"Yes, the leader wants you to go there now."

Akutagawa Gin said, looking at the figure of Nakaya standing up and cursing and preparing to leave, he hesitated for a while and stepped forward to say something more.

"He also asked you to help bring a breakfast."

"……What?!"

The Central Plains was also greatly shocked.

It's not his fault. After all, Osamu Dazai seems to have become a workaholic since he became the leader. He needs to be reminded to eat and sleep, and even forcefully pressed to take a rest.

So what did he hear?Dazai took the initiative to ask him to bring the meal? !

Did I not wake up...

"Lord Zhongyuan, I need my help..."

"No, no need."

Zhong Yuanzhong also covered his eyes in silence, suddenly realized something, raised his head and finally asked Yin.

"That guy's work today, and my schedule today, did he tell you?"

"I didn't go into details, but the leader said that he didn't see anyone today, and then he will personally tell you about Master Zhongyuan's mission, and the original itinerary has been postponed."

"Is that so..."

Zhong Yuanzhong also slowly lowered his hand.

"Is that so?"

Some unrealistic fantasies suddenly appeared in his heart, but Zhong Yuanzhong was a little willful and didn't want to break this ridiculous idea with strict logic and his understanding of that person over the years.

Something must have happened.

Something happened that I didn't know about.

Want to try it out...

Zhong Yuanzhong also thought about it, and ordered a takeaway on the phone.

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"Knock knock."

"leader."

"Oh, Chuya, it's slow to die, come in quickly."

Pushing open the door of the chief's room, Nakaya saw Dazai Osamu who was sitting crookedly on the sofa and yawning. He didn't seem to sleep well, and even his eyes were half-closed. His eyes were on the document in his hand.

"Wait a minute, I'll finish today's work soon."

"...It's all done?!"

Zhong Yuanzhong also froze for a moment, and looked at the neatly piled papers on the desk.

"...you didn't sleep again!"

"Slept and slept, about three or four hours."

As Osamu Dazai said, he took a pen and scratched the paper twice, then turned his eyes and said teasingly.

"What? Is Zhong also worried about me? It's okay, there is very little work today, so I didn't work for too long."

"Get out! I'm worried ass!"

Zhong also pressed his hat, put the takeaway box on the table beside him, and greeted him while laying out the plate.

"Come and have breakfast, don't tell me that I need to feed you."

"Here we come... Ha..."

Dazai picked up another document and walked to the table while looking at it. As soon as he got to the place, he picked up a pen and wrote on it a few times, and then put it on the "completed" pile.

"...You work hard for me! You have only read the two-page document for a few seconds!"

"I have a good job. If you don't believe me, you can check it out."

In the time it took to speak, Dazai finished another document, and finally stretched himself, clapped his hands and announced that he was going to rest.

"Let me see what Zhongya has prepared for me... oh."

Looking at the cheap, unsealed fast food box in front of him, Dazai sneered, pulled out the chair to finish, and broke open the disposable chopsticks.

"Chuya, are you so hungry? You can steal it while I'm away. If you're a delivery boy, I can complain to you."

"Ah, that's it, then don't eat it."

"I'm gonna start now--"

All the lunch boxes in front of him have been opened, and they are all missing a sip. Contact Zhongyuan Zhong, who came 10 minutes later than expected, probably to help him test the poison.

All things that enter this chief's room need to be strictly inspected. The food is naturally the top priority. Under normal circumstances, it is made by the exclusive chef in the exclusive kitchen to ensure that there is no contact with outsiders, although there was actually no contact at the beginning. Such extreme protective measures, but ever since someone threatened a certain head chef to poison Osamu Dazai's food, Nakahara Nakahara began to forcefully set up the rules of poison testing.

【"Whoever cooks it will eat it."】

For things like takeaway, of course, the innocent restaurant owner can't let the innocent restaurant owner test the poison to show his innocence, so it seems that Zhong Yuanzhong also took on this responsibility himself.

Speaking of which, Chuya's point is... I see.

Osamu Dazai poked the grilled fish inside with his chopsticks, and said lazily.

"Chuya, come and help me pick out the fishbone."

"I reject."

Nakahara also responded without hesitation, without even turning his head, just standing there, still holding the document approved by Osamu Dazai who was randomly checked in his hand.

However, if you look carefully, you can find that those blue eyes are a little lost at this moment, and your attention is not on the text in front of you. Even your heartbeat seems to be afraid of disturbing something, slow down, relax , quietly waiting.

In the end, he waited for a helpless chuckle.

"I refuse Zhongye's refusal. I don't know how to pick a fishbone. What if I miss one? Then my mouth will be pierced and I won't be able to eat for a few days, or even worse, I will be pierced in my throat. Then I will say Maybe you need to use a knife, if you hear it, you will die of pain, Chuya, you are murder!"

Dazai spoke capriciously, waving his chopsticks behind Chuya, opening and closing his mouth non-stop, condemning Chuya's irresponsibility very seriously, as if Nakahara didn't help him clean up the fish. It's the same as the unforgivable crime.

"so……"

Dazai dragged his chin, looked at Nakaya's stiff back with a smile.

"Zhong~ye~, come and help me pick the fishbone~"

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As we all know, Osamu Dazai is a psychopath who can live in an old container, stay up for days and nights, and stay in the blood pool in the interrogation room without changing his color, but...

"Zhong~ye~, come and help me pick the fishbone~"

Just can't pick the fishbone by yourself.

Well, it’s not just fish, crabs with shells, scallops that need to be pried open, chicken wings that are not easy to chew, and even fruits that need to be peeled and eaten. The other extra steps that Osamu Dazai is not fond of at all.

Or, don't like to eat by yourself.

Someone had to be there to help him finish those troublesome actions that he called a waste of time and life energy before he could swallow it with difficulty.

Of course, eight out of ten people who serve are Zhongye.

Although Chuya would refuse every time, or be irritable or righteous, Dazai would always put on an attitude of not listening to the bastard's chanting, and then suppress Chuya's words with his faster and louder voice, Constantly using those fallacies and heresies and the logic of how to listen to nonsense to destroy the other party's ears, and when the other party wants to escape, they will hang directly on Zhong Ye's body, whining and whining against his face, until Zhong Ye is annoyed. He couldn't bear it any longer, and pinched his nose to help him get rid of those troubles.

You ask why China does not directly suppress it violently?

Because he tried, the result was Osamu Dazai's more excessive and childish revenge. In comparison, just helping him pick some fishbone is already an acceptable price.

In short, this job of serving has been done until I was 16 years old. Although I knew the result every time during this period, Zhongyuan Zhong refused every time. I was busy helping each other pick and choose.

After the age of 16, to be precise, after Osamu Dazai changed the bandage, he seemed to start avoiding those troublesome eating, and then...

"Zhongye, come and help me pick out the fishbone."

"I reject."

"Yes, but..."

"This is an order from the leader, Chuya."

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Familiar voice, familiar tone.

If he closes his eyes, Zhong Yuanzhong may really think that he has returned to the most carefree boyhood.

but……

"Ala."

Osamu Dazai looked at Nakaya who turned around, with cold eyes, his heart seemed to be stabbed with sour water, but the corners of his mouth habitually put on a condescending smirk.

"What? Isn't this the answer you were expecting?"

"Please stop boring games in moderation."

As Chuya said, he lowered his hat slightly, blocking Osamu Dazai's view of himself.

"I want to say that this is not a game?"

Dazai's voice still had a playful uplift, which sounded a bit arrogant and unserious. It's not that he didn't want to talk to Zhong Ye, but his habitual avoidance made it difficult for him to be so open and honest with the other party. The feelings that she thought were soft and fragile were carefully hidden in the corners of her eyes, for fear of being seen by others.

So disgusting.

Dazai evaluated himself in this way.

He looked at Zhong Ye silently at himself, watching his blue eyes slowly lift up, with anger, puzzlement, and sadness, but finally returned to calm.

And that is not a calm sea, but... the deserted ruins after being baptized by artillery fire.

"……I do not believe you."

Zhong Yuanzhong also spoke slowly.

"I dare not believe you, Chief."

The identity that was always used as a weapon by Dazai turned to face himself at this time, and precisely found a gap in the impeccable armor, and pierced through the heart.

Nakahara Nakaya was just standing there, looking at him with those blue eyes that seemed to be riddled with holes, but Dazai Osamu felt as if a gun was pointed at his forehead.

Ah, yes, this feeling...

【"Don't call me Odasaku."】

the same.

It's the same.

ahh... i want to die...

"Chuya... really cunning."

Dazai lowered his head, closed his eyes, and complained loudly.

"Obviously you were the one who came up with the question first, but in the end...doesn't this question have a correct answer?"

"No, of course there is, but you don't think that the wrong answer that took four years to write down can be crossed out lightly."

Zhong Yuanzhong also said, walked forward slowly, leaned slightly and looked down at the person in front of him.

"You just answered the first small question right now. If you really want to go back to the past, you can use another four years to atone for your sins."

"...Four years."

Feeling the shadow cast on his body, Dazai sneered.

"Four years."

Where did I get four years...

One day, I will always have only one day.

No matter what you do, when you open your eyes again, it will return to that lifeless look.

The same is true for Chuya who is advancing normally. When the bell rings, what kind of Dazai Osamu will be facing him.

...Is it all useless work? Thinking about it this way, it's really boring.

No matter how much I try to get closer, the distance that was once pulled away will not decrease a little.

But... four years...

Yes, as long as the four years of redemption...

I really, could go back in time.

"I understand, Chuya."

Dazai raised his head and raised the corner of his mouth towards the other party.

Not cold, cruel, arrogant, but a...

A bitter smile.

"In the past four years, I will work hard to survive."

The bandaged hand slowly lifted up, gently touching the red corners of the eyes with the cold, feeling the temperature that seemed to burn his soul, Osamu Dazai suddenly realized that he was really a person who was innocent. Forgiveness.

I kicked away when I didn't need it, and when I was interested, I didn't care to pull the opponent over. I don't know if the movement is so big at once, will it tear open the wound that the opponent has finally healed, and will it leave something more terrifying? scar.

No way, this cruel, ruthless, self-respecting style of behavior has been carved into the bone marrow for so many years. Even if you want to ease the relationship with China, you may still hurt him.

Give him four years, give yourself four years.

At that time, they will definitely be able to meet again under that blue sea and blue sky.

But, before that.

"Chuya, if you are willing to trust me, even just this once..."

Osamu Dazai said, stood up, and slowly took off the red scarf around his neck.

"Can you have a sweet dream with me today?"

Just a dream for one day.

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