【Taizhong】Misplacement

PartB

B3

This is a conspiracy.

Just a few seconds ago, his partner who had been beaten since he was a child rubbed his lips superficially. While Nakahara Nakaya was stunned in place, his first reaction was not to be furious or angry, but to say to himself very calmly in his heart : Don't be fooled by that bastard, it's a conspiracy, I don't know what tricks are being played.

However, one of the characteristics of a young man's mind is that the separation of reason and emotion is not so successful. Even though he has tried his best to persuade himself not to follow that guy's way, he is suddenly caught by an unexpected—and to some extent disgusted— The man kissed the corner of his mouth, but anger still followed; reason and anger fought in his mind, and anger took up most of the country in the blink of an eye, and he was already approaching the city of reason.

Zhongyuan Zhong also clasped his fingers on the car window tightly.He took a deep breath, trying to keep his expression from looking less ferocious... Then he turned his head to look at his partner: "What were you doing just now?"

It's just a matter of habit—if you tell this answer, they probably still have to fight today.Osamu Dazai had no choice but to clear his throat, showing a serious look: "I mean, today's weather is just right, why don't you try to see me together?"

Nakahara Chuya: "..."

The driver, who didn't dare to show his atmosphere, first witnessed the intimate kiss between the "two blacks" who still smelled of blood, and was trembling, but suddenly heard this sentence together with Zhong Yuan, who was also at a loss Suspected of a confession, so while sweating crazily and wishing to erase his sense of existence, he quietly raised his head and looked suspiciously at the sky where "today's weather is just right".

It was gray and looked like it would snow in half an hour.

Apparently, Zhong Yuanzhong also had the same doubts as the unlucky driver.But this kind of reason reassures him, and he can concentrate on getting angry—look, that's really bullshit.

Nakahara Chuya laughed sinisterly, reached in again and grabbed Dazai's tie, and dragged him forward, the tip of their noses were only less than a finger away, and the soft voice sounded even better Dangerous: "Dazai, you took advantage of my mission to go to my house and drink up all my wine storage. I haven't settled with you yet. Are you so eager to get beaten?"

Osamu Dazai is so embarrassing—it’s really embarrassing that he held back his smile and didn’t kiss again, because it’s been a long time since I saw Chuya’s appearance. Maybe I would only sneer when I encountered this kind of appearance, but at the age of 28, he I just think it’s funny: Chuya, the outline of his cheeks hasn’t completely faded away from the youthfulness of a young man, he said fierce words in his mouth, but the dancing flames in his eyes can’t be suppressed, “I’m like you with one hand. You can easily hit ten." Such arrogant words are clearly printed there.

Unlike the one who had evolved into a big monster ten years later, he seldom said threatening words, but the glances in his eyes always made him feel a slight numbness in his spine, which was quiet and dangerous.

"Senior Zhongyuan...the port is still waiting for you to go...?" The atmosphere seemed to be on the verge of breaking out, and the subordinates of Zhongyuan Chuya had to bite the bullet and remind, "If it is later, it will be the departure time of the freighter, and we will not be able to catch up."

"The subordinate is calling you, and you are still competing with me here... is it alright?" Osamu Dazai blinked his eyes, and lightly avoided the topic just now, "Isn't it your style to be punctual at work?"

"Hey." Nakahara Zhong also loosened his tie, watched Dazai Shi Shiran sit up and adjust the crooked tie, and suddenly felt a strange feeling at that moment.

Zhong Yuan also frowned: "... Dazai?"

Osamu Dazai was adjusting his tie, and lazily didn't intend to take another look at him: "Huh?"

"..."

The subordinates behind him had already driven the car over, Zhongya Nakahara hesitated for a moment and finally felt that he was thinking too much, so he left from the window and asked Dazai's driver to start the car while putting down his harsh words: "It's nothing, just to remind you of the red wine The matter is not over yet, you wait for me!"

"Of course." Before the car window closed slowly, Dazai took a look at Nakaya, his pair of iris-colored peach blossom eyes contained a subtle smile, "A person who doesn't count is a puppy—didn't I just say that?"

This disgusting behavior of being the only one in the world dispelled the doubts that had lingered in Zhongya's heart for a moment. He sneered clearly, took his subordinates, turned and left in another direction.

The driver who drove the car for Osamu Dazai drove the car on the main road, watching his nose, nose, nose and heart, as if he was just an artificial intelligence with a power cut off in the past 15 minutes, and asked well-trained: "Mr. Dazai, are you going back to the headquarters building?" ?"

On the back seat were a few silver boxes just brought out from the looted casino, Dazai was not willing to play bumper cars with a bunch of hard objects, it wasn’t necessary and he didn’t pay much attention to the details, so he looked indifferent Sit in the co-pilot.At this moment, he was lowering his head and fiddling with an old mobile phone that he hadn't seen for a long time, and when he heard the words, he gave a neutral "hmm" as a response.

The driver got the instructions and drove without a word to the headquarters building of the Port Mafia.

And Osamu Dazai, after browsing the recent call records and email records in the phone, looked at the small date at the top of the screen, and gradually slowed down the frequency of his fingers tapping the edge of the phone lightly and rhythmically.

During this period of time... what happened?

Ten years ago.

Except for some impressive things that can still leave a foothold in memory, it is hard to say that other things can be recalled with a clearer outline.But what he needs now are these details. Putting aside the re-encounter with Chuya, regarding the current situation, that is, the "soul exchange", he feels that this is not like winning a lottery Events that don't make sense.

There must be a "cause" for everything to happen, so why do you need to use the option "the 28-year-old him exchanged souls with himself ten years ago"?

It won't be an ordinary incident, otherwise the self ten years ago would have solved it with a knife; then it is an abnormal incident, for example...

… During this period of time, is there something that will change from what he perceives to be the past, that will affect the time he is in, so he comes back here, finds it out and makes corrections?

Osamu Dazai touched his chin, and a gleam of light flashed through his left eye, which was not covered by bandages.

interesting.

The past was about to change, and he came to amend it;

Although it's a troublesome thing just by listening to it, it's really interesting, isn't it?

At the age of 28, he and Zhong Ye had already begun to gradually put the pressure on their bodies on the shoulders of the next generation. Except when they needed to come forward, they had more time to spend, but it was a long time since they encountered such a situation. Something that would interest him.

Well, it's been a long time... Dazai gently closed his eyes, his mind had already started to run rapidly, prioritizing all the tasks mentioned in the emails and call logs just now.

Someone is actually responsible for this kind of trivial matter, but he has just returned from the exchange, and many details about the "exchange" are still unclear. At this stage, it is better to be cautious, try not to intervene casually, and quietly observe the development of the matter.

Well, first of all, it is about the aftermath of Koizumi Jiro who was completely kicked out just now, and the follow-up of signing a contract with Nakamura.If I remember correctly, this contract gave them the right to use three more routes on the Pacific Ocean. How to coordinate and adjust, as well as their influence in the north, it seems that it is time to go further...

Quickly drawing out the rules in his mind, Osamu Dazai moved his fingers and dialed a number.

"In 15 minutes, I will see the person in charge of the port coming to report to me at the door of the office." The young top cadre said calmly to the other end of the phone, "Go to the archives to get document No. 221, and iced coffee. Put it on my table."

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