【Taizhong】Misplacement

partB

B10

On Wednesday afternoon, during the [-]-day working day, basically most people are working diligently at their posts at this time, or sitting on their seats with blurred eyes and yawning.

The 28-year-old Osamu Dazai had already passed the stage of a small white-collar worker working for others, but unfortunately, the incident suddenly reversed and he had to start his old job again—but luckier than ordinary white-collar workers, his status is high enough, and the content of work It is not so ordinary, so the working hours are relatively free.It's nothing to him that he didn't stay in the "Mori Chaebol" to clock in and sit in the office on Wednesday afternoon, but rested at home and took care of internal and external affairs.

The weather is not bad today. In a high-end apartment located in an expensive location, the curtains of the floor-to-ceiling windows are half-drawn, half-blocked and half-opened to welcome in a lot of sunlight. Coupled with the warm air from the air conditioner, the whole apartment is scorched. Warm.The room is filled with a lazy smell fermented after a whole night, mixed with a little smell of hot milk left in the air, most people just need to relax a little bit, and staying in this apartment can speed up their drowsiness swirl.

It's a pity that Osamu Dazai is not that "ordinary person".

"Nakamurata Ichiro has booked a ticket to fly back to Hokkaido the day after tomorrow." In the study, a black mobile phone in communication was placed on the window sill, with a loudspeaker turned on, and a serious male voice came out from it, "so he passed the message over. , he hopes to invite you to dinner again tomorrow night."

"Let's go, do you still want me to see him off?" A slightly lower voice sounded in the study.Osamu Dazai was standing by the window, listening to the regular report on the phone, while wiping his hair with a towel.He had just finished taking a shower, and he was only wearing a pair of pajama pants, with the edge of a pair of black underwear exposed; his upper body was naked, and all the bandages that had been wrapped around him were removed because of taking a bath, revealing the underpants that had been exposed for a long time without sunlight. Pale complexion, as well as large and small new and old wounds on the skin, some scars have been bleached, and some are still faintly oozing blood.

"Also, did I remember wrongly or is that uncle confused?" Osamu Dazai raised his eyelids, looked aimlessly at the busy traffic downstairs outside the window, and asked lightly, "Is the contract that should be signed for the cooperation that should be discussed?" It ended the day before yesterday? It’s not a serious cooperation project between two companies. It will take a few months to make one, two, or three trials between you and me. , who are you going to play the show of brothers and sisters for?"

"Maybe it's because you want to maintain your relationship with us?" The subordinate on the phone interjected, "After all, we have rescued him from the edge of the cliff this time... If we don't take action, he may not dare to go back Alright."

"Have you ever heard of the expelled wolf begging for mercy from the new wolf king? Accepting the enemy's temporary favor and leaving humiliation in order to counterattack in the future can... more, haha, forget it." Osamu Dazai lazily said, "From my contacts during this period of time, I didn't see that this old thing has such a thick skin, but it can be scraped off to fill a ferry with arrogance and arrogance."

He didn't stop wiping his hair with his hands, and continued: "Taking a step back, even if Ichiro Nakamura is really so stupid and sweet, if you want to contact an enemy who is grinding his teeth and sucking blood from him, what's the point of asking me? It's not me, and there are several people on top. He wants to invite me to dinner, but I think he just put eye drops on me in front of Mr. Sen, and made a bad move. It's a stupid and unpleasant move."

After hearing this insipid analysis, the subordinate on the other end of the phone realized that it was just an ordinary phone call "I want to invite Mr. Dazai to dinner", and there were all these twists and turns in it, and suddenly my head felt big twice. In the circle, I began to feel that any interjection between myself and this person would be superfluous: "Then I refused?"

"Reject it. What is there to eat with the old thing? It makes people feel bad." Osamu Dazai said this casually, and then asked another thing, "The list I gave you, recently Is there any movement?"

"No." The subordinate replied earnestly, "Mr. Dazai, the list you gave us includes five organizations, twelve small groups and thirty independent individuals. We have conducted a comprehensive monitoring, and there is no information about which person's personality is there. A few words of 'some changes' came out, and there were no other special movements."

The subordinates who made the report were members of a mysterious team under Dazai. There were not many people in this team, but each of them was an elite who was selected by Dazai himself in the training camp before and trained completely according to his own requirements. Members are not at all comparable to these people.Therefore, even if the things entrusted to them were difficult to accurately monitor on such a large scale, Osamu Dazai still believed in the conclusions they handed over.

The towel for wiping his hair was taken off and hung around his neck. Osamu Dazai answered briefly and was silent for about a minute before slowly opening his mouth: "Is that so..."

It should be due to lack of sleep, he was a bit lazy and couldn't lift anything, and even his voice was lower than usual, as if he was uncomfortable.If you use this voice to say some gentle love words, it is estimated that those who are willing to spend the night with him will be able to line up around Yokohama three times regardless of gender.

It's a pity that such a bone-numbing voice, but the words that came out seemed to be soaked in throat-sealing poison: "...Continue to investigate, and don't let go of even the slightest movement."

The subordinates responded in a well-trained manner, and then hung up the phone.

It was at this time that Zhong Yuanzhong pushed open the door of the study.

The covered study door was pushed open, and the ending of the chilling sentence became clear immediately, and Zhongyuan Zhong also slammed his mouth, keenly aware that his partner was probably not in a good mood at this time , when he came, the menacing aura on the road suddenly extinguished half of it for some reason.

"What's the matter?" He raised his hand and knocked on the door panel, "Whatever goes wrong, you always speak with anger."

"Hasn't Nakamon been listening by the door for a while?" Osamu Dazai didn't turn around, and the ends of his hair started to drip again after he wiped them a few times. What is the difference between behind the door and directly pushing the door in to listen, how old are you, Chuya, to engage in such childish eavesdropping."

"...The long-winded tone of an old lady, you, it's exactly the same as that of the 70-year-old dormitory apartment manager before."

"The current Chuya is ten years younger than me," Dazai said, "You are easy to deceive and easy to bully, of course I can't help but talk about you."

"Hey, I just refrained from arguing with you because you look pitiful because things are not going well," Zhong Yuan Zhong also walked over, "Don't just put your nose on your face just to set up a ladder. "

"Hey, Chuya really likes to joke. If I want to push Chuya's face on Chuya's nose, do I still need a ladder?" Dazai Osamu was indistinguishable from the one when he was harsh.Nakahara also rolled his eyes, and under Dazai's gesture of raising his chin, he picked up a cowhide document bag at the corner of the table, opened it, and poured out several photos and corresponding materials from it.

With a glance, he recognized the people in the photo as those he had met in the bar that day: the bartender, the bar owner, the resident princess...even the kid who handed him a cigarette .

The Central Plains has also seen all these. After all, there is a problem with his own ability. It is impossible for him to do nothing and wait for others to solve it for him.In the afternoon when the incident happened, he got the surveillance video of the bar the night before, and circled some suspects to investigate, but nothing was found.But now, looking at the personal information in his hand, which is obviously more detailed than the ones he found by himself, he couldn't help but think to himself again: The matter of cultivating his own reliable intelligence line is really urgent and urgent.

After wiping his hair, Osamu Dazai put the towel away, then walked to the side shelf to get bandages, intending to re-wrap all the scars on his body.He took down a new roll, walked back to the table, leaned on the edge of the table while lowering his head and biting off the wrapping seal, and said vaguely: "All the materials from that night are here. I read it once, but I don't have a clue."

Osamu Dazai said that he has no clue, and Nakahara Chu can only be more clueless than him in this respect.So he simply put down the densely packed text descriptions that make people dizzy, walked over and took the bandage in Dazai's hand, and began to change the bandage of his troublesome partner with a technique more skillful than Dazai, while talking with Dazai. Talk about this time: "It can't be people outside this bar. Bartenders, barmaids and punks, it feels like they have the most chance to attack... Which of them do you think is the most likely?"

"It's hard to say." Osamu Dazai was so happy that someone came to help, so he leaned there with all his strength, let him raise his hand, let him turn his head, "There are countless abilities that can be cast instantly, I pay attention to clues and evidence when I do things, not like A beagle with well-developed limbs like Zhongye only relies on 'feel' and 'command'."

"Get out." Zhongyuan Zhong also scolded him with ease, without delaying for a second, and without delaying him to tie a knot after wrapping it up, the speed of his instinctive reaction was comparable to the reflex when he fell to the ground and got up that day.He began to wrap another bandage, and stopped for two seconds after cursing. The two saw that the other party had no intention of arguing, so they skipped this section tacitly, and Zhong Yuanzhong also continued what he said just now: " So the thread is broken now?

"Yes. But this kind of thing is very common, just look for it again. There is no thing in this world that can't leave traces, it's just to see who is better at hiding...and I haven't lost yet. Osamu Dazai understated the veiled phrase "everyone is monitored to see what toilet books they read when they go to the bathroom". I found one thing—for example, just now, when encountering such a situation, Dazai would probably explain a few words casually and then take the opportunity to smile and laugh at him for losing his ability, but this 28-year-old Dazai, who is in a shell and has a soul, seems to be a little more stable.

The chill that shocked his spine in the words was more calm, and made him aware of the danger a little more.

Nakahara Chuya had those troublesome and long bandages wrapped around his hands, and suddenly he didn't know what to say, just as the notification tone of the mobile phone notification sounded, the two of them lowered their heads at the same time, and saw that it was just a piece of today's news:

A research institute funded by a certain consortium was officially established in Yokohama, and many scientists will be stationed in this research institute to start their research topics from now on.

Zhongyuan Zhong also looked at it and didn't pay attention to it, but now he needs to say something casually to change the topic: "Another research institute, are there so many scientific researchers these days? There are a lot of them just now. Those documents say someone whose parents are researchers..."

Dazai didn't speak.He stared at the message, frowning slowly.

Nakahara Chuya: "What's wrong?"

Osamu Dazai said in a low voice: "This institute... I have an impression. It seems that two days before I came here, the headline news was the bombing of this institute. At that time, I pointed to that news and joked with Chuya, asking Did he do it?"

Hearing his own name from Osamu Dazai felt very delicate.But he hasn't grasped the point of Osamu Dazai's words: "Ah, so?"

Osamu Dazai suddenly raised his head: "In the information just now, whose parents are researchers?"

The expression on his face did not seem to be fake, and Zhongyuan Zhong also reached out and knocked on the table. A stack of papers was not a problem, and he immediately "falled" according to the change of gravity.Picking it up and flipping through it, the little mafioso pointed to the little bastard who dyed his hair the same orange as him, and the researcher was written in both parents' work column: "here."

Osamu Dazai glanced his head and frowned, as if he didn't know how the researcher's parents gave birth to such a bastard and rebellious son - but these don't matter anymore, the important thing is his sudden guess just now.

He took the phone and began to flip through the call records, without looking up, he said: "If the effect of a supernatural ability is to go back in time, I can understand that the time limit is just a few seconds or even an hour or two, but if it goes back ten years It’s actually not realistic to think about things that can change the future ten years ago, or even ten years ago. What if it’s a scientific research achievement?”

"Humanity's research on time can be traced back to centuries ago. This kind of explosive research results that can make Doraemon a reality can never be completed overnight." Osamu Dazai dialed the phone and directly spoke to the other person on the phone. One head gave an order: "The information given to me earlier, the person numbered 013 gave me a careful lookup of his parents' research direction, as well as all the research topics that he has had before and is currently doing. I want to read it before nine o'clock tonight. arrive."

The other party should also be well-trained in responding. Zhongyuan Zhong also watched his partner start to make guesses, then follow the vines to straighten out his thoughts and order the investigation.

He remembered his previous curiosity, wondering what he and Osamu Dazai would be like in ten years, and also wondering whether the two of them would spend the next ten years fighting and fighting like they did in the past ten years, and after the scene just now , another idea suddenly fell from the sky, and then shallowly took root in his heart.

A few days ago, Dazai's statement that he took as a joke... Maybe it turned out to be true.

The source of this kind of thinking cannot be traced back, and it is impossible to think about it at all. Once I think about it, I can hardly express it in words. I have tried my best to keep the expression on my face from being distorted.Zhong Yuanzhong never thought of such a possibility, and felt that this kind of thing is really nonsense and unrealistic, but if you think about it seriously, apart from never kissing or having sex, most of the things a couple will do They've done it all—living together, communicating with each other, fighting and bickering, bringing each other lunches, skipping work together.

Although exchanging minds is a tacit understanding growing up together since childhood, and cohabitation is a standard for partners, but under this premise, if they really rolled into the same bed one day, Zhong Yuanzhong also thought about it along this line of thought, and then found himself in shock. Not so surprised.

The ten-year-old version of the bad friend who grew up together suddenly came to you and told you that you had an unspeakable relationship ten years later. He was very anxious about how to deal with this situation.

Nakahara Chuya's mind was jumping and jumping happily like a tap dance, and his expression was hard to keep blank. I don't know if it's because the negotiating clerks who are usually trained during the training period have done too much work, but they seem very calm.

Osamu Dazai didn't pay much attention to his side. The follow-up work in his hand and Hokkaido's side in the past few days, monitoring other possible clues on a large scale, and finding out the status of Nakaya's abilities are below the third line. The former mafia members who had done this kind of work found that ordinary small members really took a lot of energy.

Now that one item has finally made progress, Dazai pushed the things on the table, bent down and took out a wine bottle from under the table, a baijiu from neighboring China, 58% Laobaigan.

He picked up the glass that had been filled with milk last night and put it aside, poured a small amount of the bottom of the glass, and asked casually, "Do you want some, too?"

This is a Tibetan product dug up from home, it should be a gift from someone in the first lunar month, along with the wine, there is also a small bucket of purple red bayberry, he took a dozen of them yesterday and put them in a small bowl, now Put it on the desk with the pile of papers.

Zhong Yuanzhong was also worried, his eyes lit up when he heard about drinking, and felt that there was nothing that a glass of wine could not solve, so he said decisively: "Give me a drink."

Osamu Dazai shrugged and signaled: Go and get the cup yourself.

After pouring the wine, Osamu Dazai did not forget to remind: "This wine is not quite the same as the wine you usually drink or those spirits. It tastes nothing in the mouth, but it has a lot of stamina. Be careful not to go crazy with me."

Zhong Yuanzhong also took the small cup, drank it happily, and then let out a long breath: "Oh! It's very good! It's not that strong, and the taste is long after drinking. I like this. Give it to me again. Come on, are you kidding me that I would get drunk so easily?!"

Osamu Dazai was a little helpless, and poured him another glass: "Besides, this wine is not sent in its original packaging, it has been specially processed, and it is a special way to drink it."

When it comes to wine, even if it's not his favorite red wine, Zhong Yuanzhong is somewhat interested: "What?"

Osamu Dazai gestured towards the bowl of red bayberry: "For the best red bayberry, after opening the bottle, pour wine directly into it, so you don't feel too much when you drink the 58-degree wine, and it still has a little sweetness...it's inside. That wine soaked bayberry."

Nakahara had never drunk this novel way of drinking before, so he was so curious that he immediately reached out and took two of them into his mouth. When Osamu Dazai saw his expression, he wrinkled for a moment, and then stretched out, as if he had eaten a sour drink. The orange was sour first, and then it became interesting to eat.

"This is delicious." The taste of bayberry soaked in wine is very peculiar. After biting off the flesh, the spicy taste of the high-concentration grain wine explodes on the tip of the tongue. After the spiciness passes, some sweetness emerges.

Zhong Yuan also said decisively: "I like this too."

"Eat it, eat it, I'll just teach you a tougher lesson if you get drunk for a while." Osamu Dazai raised his eyebrows.Obviously he planned to drink first, but the quilt in front of him was just a cup to soothe his fatigue.

Nakahara Chuya was familiar with the act of pouring the wine himself and looking for bayberry. After filling another glass, he bit the rim and looked at Dazai Osamu's glass. The white wine soaked in bayberry was the same color as red wine, but Dazai's glass still had It's a little white, it looks like milk hanging on the wall of the cup, so I tilted my head, hiccupped a little, and asked, "Why do you drink milk? Don't you drink coffee during working hours?"

"Milk soothes the nerves," said the 28-year-old Osamu Dazai, "he's still tall."

This is not his own statement, it is self-evident who it came from, and it is even more unspeakable how it became Dazai Osamu's habit.Zhong Yuanzhong stopped talking, the two drank wine, Dazai Osamu looked at him frowning, and knew that the question was not finished yet.

And looking at the cheeks on both sides of the ears and eyeballs that are starting to turn red quickly, you know that this is real. After three glasses of white wine and a plate of bayberry, he has already started to drink his head--speaking of it, how can anyone drink white water? Are the cups filled with white wine like this?

Zhongye is an idiot, if he is real, he will have to roll his eyes and say that he wasted his good wine.

"...So, you and me..." The little mafioso, who was drinking quickly, leaned against the table with his cup in his arms. He should not be drunk yet, even if he was a little bit over the top, he had strengthened his courage in this regard.The delicate-looking little mafia had a tangled expression on his face: "Why? Why did I agree to you?"

He raised his eyes: "You are cheating, I mean when..."

Dazai couldn't help laughing.He's not bad, the amount of half a glass of milk just made him relax a bit: "I'm still wondering how long you can hold on before asking this question... Is it so unbelievable to be with me?"

"It sounds like I just hit my head." Zhong Yuanzhong, who was half drunk, also had a sad face.

"That's over, didn't you agree to me after smashing the building of Hong Kong Hei with your brain." Osamu Dazai blinked, and deliberately put on an unfathomable honor when he announced the answer, "Because I wrote a A love letter."

This answer is too ridiculous, I don't want to say that the excuses I made are so low-level.

Nakahara Naka also shook his head, Dazai Osamu took the opportunity and was excited, and said in a mysterious tone like revealing some big secret: "You don't know, because I dote on you, when you were 28 years old, you didn't want to leave me, you wanted to leave me every day. Stick with me."

This is so gross, Osamu Dazai, the donkey man, shuddered when he finished speaking, only the audience who had another drink during this period listened carefully, and showed a dismissive expression: "Just kidding, if I'm really with you, so it doesn't matter who favors whom."

After thinking about it, I don't know what I thought of, and added: "But it must be true that many women will envy me."

Hearing the words that seemed to have been soaked in wine, Osamu Dazai blinked, and suddenly recalled a trivial incident not knowing how long ago.

It was a snowy winter night, they were nestled on the sofa in the living room, and Zhong was lying on his lap, each holding a mobile phone, playing their own games without interfering with each other.

After playing for a while, Zhongya Nakahara looked at the screen of his mobile phone, and chatted as if he suddenly remembered: "At the dinner table today, another female subordinate said to me when she was drinking a toast, I used to think that you are a person who can't do it in a certain place. A man who stops everywhere, you are willing to stay for me, I must be living a very happy life."

Osamu Dazai was reading a novel, and when he heard the words, he lowered his head and smiled, looking a little smug, as if saying that you should not cherish it, and still despise me all day long, and asked, "Then what?"

"I said yes, you are indeed already loving me in your own way." Zhongyuan Zhong also raised his head, raised his eyebrows and raised his eyelids and glanced at him coldly: "But didn't I spoil you?"

This mature man whose exquisite appearance has become more breathless with time slightly raised one corner of his mouth, showing a slightly naughty and evil smile, stretched out his hand to scratch Dazai's chin above his head, and asked softly: "What are you doing?" Ask yourself, are you staying for me, or are you refusing to leave again?"

Sao operations are really increasing.Osamu Dazai thought so in his heart at that time, of course he took action directly, throwing him over on the sofa.

But what was said at that time was not wrong. There was never any relationship between the two of them who gave more, just because they wanted to be with you, that's all.

"...That's why I got together with Chuya and you."

Recovering from a short memory, the 28-year-old Osamu Dazai, who is temporarily staying in his young body, frowned slightly, following the words of the young Chuya just now, and whispered in a barely audible voice: "'Make you wither Even time will wither me...'"

Time that withers you will also wither me.

We'll drop like ripe fruit and roll together into the green grass.Let me lie by your side and watch the clouds till the earth covers us,

Until we both die. *

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*: From "Written On The Body" - Janet Winterson

*About the way of drinking Baigan soaked bayberry, I drank it at the family banquet on New Year’s Eve the day before yesterday. The wine is Moutai, not Laobaigan, but when it comes to the Chinese wine in the Sakura manga, I still think of Laobaigan, the early plug-in (?) of Wannian elementary school students.

This wine is very delicious. I ate two bayberries. It is really easier to get drunk than drinking directly... If you have a chance, you can try it. Life is alive, and it is interesting to try everything 233333