【Taizhong】Misplacement

Part C

C4 final chapter

In the middle of the night in Yokohama, in a strange space where time has been suspended strangely, the story about the other party has come to an end.

The 28-year-old Osamu Dazai was transferred to this era because he opened his eyes. Basically, the clues in his hands are all reasonable speculations based on the few clues.And now he has finally switched back to his own body ten years ago, and he also told the story from another angle, and figured out the ins and outs of the whole thing. This handsome 28-year-old man was silent for a few seconds The first reaction I made later coincided with my own reaction after hearing about it for the first time.

"What's the matter?" He rubbed his chin and muttered, "Why do I feel like I'm wearing a hat with a strange color..."

28-year-old Chuya Nakahara: "..."

Osamu Dazai clapped his hands lightly: "A suitable metaphor—I think so too, haha."

The Zhongyuan Zhongye was still figuring out the logic of this: "Uh, so that yellow-haired man who was smashed into the wall just now is my admirer... No, someone who worships the 'future me'?"

Then he saw that his older self skillfully ignored the doubts of the two people over there about the color of the hat, and shrugged slightly: "He is not in the same situation as us. Osamu Dazai—— Dazai and the others were written by someone somewhere. Exchanging souls according to the rules is equivalent to taking a stamped pass to travel across time reasonably, returning to the present, and setting the changed past back to the right.”

Nakahara, who was holding a black umbrella in his hand, also raised his head, stepped over the smoke and night, and looked at the young man lying there not knowing whether he was alive or dead.His eyes were calm, and after watching for a long time, he continued in a low voice, "And he forced himself to reverse the time, and he returned to this era with his whole body, which is equivalent to replacing the past self. In this way... "

The young version of Zhong Yuanzhong, who had a fight until he seemed to be rolling in the dust, also followed the train of thought of "himself". After understanding it, he immediately realized what it meant, frowned, and said: " ...In other words, this person killed himself...?"

The past self no longer exists, and naturally there is no so-called future.

In fact, they didn't have to care about the murderer, they just wanted to make sure that Chuuya got through this non-existent trap——

—because even if they left him alone, the murderer himself wouldn't live long.

The young little mafia had a complicated expression: "Just to kill me? Did he not know that there would be such a consequence, or did he know it clearly, but still..."

Ten years later, he himself did not answer this question.The little Mafioso saw a handsome man in a retro British style beside him—and quietly commented in his heart that it was indeed his ideal image—after a long silence, he tapped on the long-handled black umbrella that was used as a civilized staff, Lift your feet and walk to that side.

He hesitated, and followed.

Behind them, the two Dazai Osamu, one big and one small, turned their heads at the same time without making a sound, watching them go around the cracks in the concrete floor and walk all the way to the young man who was leaning against a pillar like a worn-out rag.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, Nozomi Aso, whose consciousness had actually fallen into a blurred state, raised his head with difficulty.In the chaos just now, his whole body was photographed horizontally on the thick pillar made of steel and poured with concrete. The eyes of the ordinary boy who had not received any training suddenly went dark, and he felt that his internal organs had been photographed as a pancake, and then It fell sideways from the pillar, and smashed hard into the cold floor full of dust and gravel.

I don't know how long it took, it was so long that it seemed that he had already descended into the underworld and was reincarnated again, when familiar footsteps came towards him, he knew who it was, so he raised his head with difficulty - he thought he had exhausted all his strength, He raised his head very high.

But in fact, the head of this young man with blood all over his face and slumped on the ground only moved slightly.

The blood from the wound gushed out again with his movements, leaving new bloodstains.Seeing two people appearing in front of his eyes, Aso Xiren couldn't help but twitched the corner of his mouth slightly, which caused a series of coughs: "Central Plains...cough cough, sir..."

The two Nakahara Chuya, who was familiar and younger than he remembered, appeared in front of him, one on the left and one on the right, squatting and standing.Nozomi Aso has always only known that Mr. Nakahara has a tender face, but he has no specific concept.It wasn't until the two of them stood in front of him today that he realized that "the face looks tender" was really a statement without water, and ten years had left no trace on this man.

mature, young;

Introverted, arrogant;

Steady and wanton.

Nozomi Aso smiled slowly.

"This kind of thing... really won't be as smooth as... in the movie..." He murmured weakly, "Mr. Zhongyuan... really amazing..."

He tilted his head and spat out a mouthful of blood, then coughed and asked with a smile: "Mr. Zhongyuan... the moment my parents died...you must be like this... calm down..."

Not far away, the young Osamu Dazai in a black suit laughed softly when he heard this: "Iron X Man."

"No, no," he understood himself after all, Dazai Osamu, who was next to him in a light-colored trench coat, successfully caught the source of his own meanness after hearing this, "he used Chuya as the captain of Mi x."

The two equally mean people complained quietly behind, while the two in front were unanimously silent.Zhong also felt that there was no need to speak for himself in this matter, so he listened to his own voice next to him and said calmly: "What else do you want to say? I can promise you one thing."

"A promise from Chuya." Osamu Dazai commented dryly, "It's pretty good."

The young one was mean and merciless to himself, mockingly said: "You can't do it."

Nakahara Chu in front also turned his head and stared threateningly at the two who didn't even try to hide their volume.

The two rolled their eyes in unison.

"I don't have any more requests." The boy who was slumped on the ground raised his head, "There is just one more question."

That pair of blood-stained eyes stared straight at Chuya Nakahara, making him go back to the rainy night when he met this young man for the first time in that dark alleyway several years ago.

At that time, it was the same as now. He stood in front of Aso, who was covered in blood and might die at any time. The other party was struggling to stare at him, and his lips that were powerless to speak, "I don't want to die."

Then he stretched out his hand and saved the boy.

"If you had known this situation at the time..." Nozomi Aso opened and closed his lips, and the flames in his eyes seemed to be shining brightly, "Mr. Zhongyuan, would you still save me?"

Zhong Yuanzhong, who leaned on the umbrella tip on the ground, also tilted his head, and raised his eyebrows slightly as if he couldn't understand.

The young man who had been silent all this time also frowned when he heard this question, and spoke with him.

The two said calmly in unison: "But at that time, I didn't know that there was today."

"...Yes." Aso Xiren coughed and laughed.He let out a low and long breath, as if he had finally let go of some weight, his shoulders slumped, his eyes were quietly looking directly at the two Mr. Zhongyuan, and he spoke the last sentence clearly.

"Me too, I have never regretted it."

Neither of the two Central Plains spoke;

And the two Osamu Dazai also looked at him silently.

The cluster of flames jumped and finally completely extinguished.The body of the young man who passed away peacefully dissipated into countless light particles the second his eyes lost their luster, and quietly disappeared in this time-sealed space.

Turned into a handful of stardust.

"..."

The person who symbolizes the source of the error is cleared and disappeared. This is why such a series of events evolved, and even a space was forcibly circled so that two groups of people who should not meet can meet. The space trembled suddenly, like a crack precursor.

So the four of them looked at each other, knowing in their hearts that this impossible adventure was about to come to an end, and it was time to say goodbye.

If you met your self from ten years ago/later, what would you say to him?

This is probably a question that everyone has thought about.

The two Zhongyuan Zhong also stood facing each other, looking at the face that was not much different from looking in a mirror, they were quite calm.

The 28-year-old Nakahara Zhong also cleared his throat and said, "Aside from this incident... To be honest, when I recall the past in my spare time, apart from those self-admiration, I also feel that I am impulsive and irritable at times, like a bad guy. Going on the rampage like a little leopard with a stupid temper."

Zhong Yuanzhong twitched his eyebrows as if he couldn't control it, and was about to refute——

"——but, let's keep going." Time is gradually returning to flow, and the dust is rising. Zhongyuan Zhong also moves unhurriedly. He stretches the "civilization staff" in his hand and raises his head to block the dust that is swirling. .

He raised a smile at the corner of his mouth and said, "Even though there will be many regrets, you will eventually get everything you want."

"..." Zhong Yuanzhong also suppressed the urge to scold himself, nodded after being silent, "...you have to work hard, I'm 'myself'."

As for the two Dazai Osamu, it is much simpler.

The 28-year-old Osamu Dazai shrugged slightly: "I have nothing to say to you."

Osamu Dazai tilted his head expressionlessly: "Coincidentally, me too."

Then they just stood there motionless as if they had finished talking, until Nakahara Nakaya walked over there and was habitually stretched out by the 28-year-old Osamu Dazai.

Seeing that Dazai frowned like a toothache.

The figures of the two adults from ten years later have gradually become transparent. At the moment when the 28-year-old Nakahara Nakahara nodded to the younger two, and the two were about to disappear, the 28-year-old Dazai suddenly lowered his voice and said: "I made some extra arrangements, but I don't know if I can hide it... If everything returns to the previous state, I just hope you can pay more attention to everything around you."

He took a deep look at himself ten years ago: "Don't be too stupid."

The other Osamu Dazai was wearing a black suit. This youngest cadre in the history of the port mafia exchanged a silent look with himself ten years later, and then smiled politely: "Don't worry about it." .”

The 28-year-old Osamu Dazai raised his eyebrows, and then blinked frivolously at Nakaya who was standing a few steps behind, but the corner of his mouth twitched at the next moment, and turned his head to the side who seemed to have nothing to do, and said aggrievedly: " Zhong also pinched me for what!"

Zhong Yuanzhong also said indifferently: "I haven't."

"Liar, obviously—"

The sound stopped abruptly.

The eyes of the four of them went black at the same time, and the two of the adult group disappeared at the same time.

end

On the outskirts of Yokohama, inside a villa.

"Hurry up and get dressed, don't talk about it." Nakahara Nakata tidied himself in the mirror, and then started looking for General all over the room, planning to put him on a leash before going out.

After turning around, I came back and found that someone was still sitting on the bed wrapped in a quilt and playing with a mobile phone, and I was suddenly out of breath: "Osamu Dazai—you can go out in underwear, right!"

He walked over to confiscate the phone and push him up to wash up. When he got closer, he saw Osamu Dazai frowning and deleted a photo.

Not only that, but he also discovered sharply that it was probably a photo of himself after a certain event——from Osamu Dazai's bad taste, and he saved several Gs of bed photos and black photos.

Strange, he still has a day to delete this kind of photos?

"It's weird." Sensing Chuya's gaze, Osamu Dazai looked puzzled, "It's obviously delicious...but I don't know why, it makes people very angry."

"Why are you angry... I haven't said anything about taking pictures like this of me." Nakahara Chuya pulled him up, "Didn't you agree to go to see Guangjin today?"

General rushed into the bedroom, wagging his tail at Osamu Dazai, Osamu Dazai stroked his head: "What are you doing, son, you are so close to me today?"

General let out a cheery cry.

"Let's go." Zhong Yuanzhong also threw his shirt to him, "If it's still early after the visit, we can have dinner outside."

Osamu Dazai lazily stretched his waist and went into the bathroom to wash up. He put aside the matter of the photo just now and focused on the dinner: "This is a date? After the date, should we do something? "

Nakahara Nakahara followed in the bathroom to get his things, heard that he easily turned Dazai's head to this side, and the two exchanged a shallow kiss.After parting, Nakahara continued to look for the black collar he took off last night, without turning his head, he said, "Okay, whatever you like, I'm on vacation anyway."

Osamu Dazai cheered happily.

……

Osamu Dazai was woken up by the alarm clock.

After waking up in a daze, he subconsciously lifted the quilt in the process of returning to his senses in a daze——only after he lifted it did he fully wake up. His left eye, which was not covered by bandages, was filled with doubts, as if he didn't know why he wanted to. Throwing off the quilt, after all, I didn't bring a woman home last night, even if I did, I would never leave her on the bed after the work was done.

The action of lifting the quilt like this is very awkward, as if the attitude of getting up is so positive.

The youngest cadre in the history of the port mafia rolled over and got out of bed, yawning. His mobile phone rang like a pinch. He picked it up, put it between his ears and shoulders, and let out a lazily "Hello" while putting on his pants.

"Mr. Dazai, the car will be downstairs in four or ten minutes." Hirotsu Liulang respectfully said on the phone, "Today the leader will receive Mr. Koizumi. Both you and Master Hongye need to attend."

"Ah, I see." He answered as he put on his trousers, glanced at a photo frame that had been buttoned up on the bedside table, hesitated for a moment, didn't rush to get his shirt and tie, but took his time with his bare upper body Pick up the photo frame and look at it.

"Mr. Dazai?"

"Well," Osamu Dazai asked suddenly, "Chu also went on a business trip, when will you be back?"

"It's expected to be today."

"That's right." Osamu Dazai put down the photo frame, for some reason he didn't put it back on the photo frame that had been stuck there since moving, but put it there properly.He began to put on his shirt and tie slowly, thinking to himself: "Ah, the interesting life is back."

"what did you say?"

"It's nothing." Osamu Dazai walked out of the bedroom, "By the way, about the last deal with those people in the north..."

The bedroom door was closed, and the photo frame stood on the bedside table. In the photo, two young and injured teenagers occupy the left and right sides of the camera, like a snapshot during a quarrel, making faces at each other;

And the sycamore tree beside the sidewalk downstairs outside the window, a little green buds appeared on the bare branches.

Spring is coming.

End.