【Taizhong】Misplacement

"Introduce yourself."

Osamu Dazai stepped forward with a smile, without changing his face, he directly reached the black muzzle of the PPK in Nakaya's hand; a vicious thermal weapon was tightly pressed against his chest, and the muzzle of the gun pressed against his straight black suit. There are a small circle of wrinkles, but the expression on the face is still relaxed, as if inviting the most beautiful and pleasing person to drink at a bar.

"I am Osamu Dazai—this is absolutely true, and there is absolutely no possibility of falsification. The reason why Chuya is confused is that I come from ten years later."

Osamu Dazai, a 28-year-old soul, looked at the young Chuya who opened his eyes suddenly, and smiled happily with the corners of his mouth bent.

"Long time no see...partner."

"What are you talking about, I don't understand a single word."

A low and flat voice came from the air.In the leaked half of the night sky, a man in a long suit with orange hair was slowly falling down while holding a black umbrella—it was obviously not the effect of normal gravity, otherwise Newton would have stood up from the grave immediately.

"It's such a big commotion, you guys are having a lot of fun here." The man with a handsome and familiar face landed and put away his umbrella. The closed black umbrella was held in his hand like a stick of civilization.The person who came was dressed in a long suit like a British gentleman, tapped the tip of the umbrella lightly on the ground, raised his eyelids and looked over, "Is that right, Dazai?"

What kind of mood did Zhongye treat himself ten years ago?Before facing the scene just now, he subconsciously thought that Chuuye felt that he hated each other from the bottom of his heart at this time, because at this time Zhongye was frizzy and unreliable, and he hadn't matured much—referring to In private, it is a different matter from work - so the two of them have no more communication except for tasks and occasional mutual ridicule and provocation. Of course, he is sure that he is indeed a "companion" in Chuya's heart at this time, but It's the type of "good understanding, terrible compatibility", and after he defected, even this tiny connection was severed.

So ten years ago, I was still satisfied with my own strength, thinking that I could understand the hearts of most people, but because I was too familiar with He Zhong, I never took a good look at Zhong Ye's eyes.

Looking through the memories that belong to me, how do you see yourself in the time that you have experienced in those years?

Osamu Dazai found silently that he couldn't remember.

--"dislocation"

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This is what happened to Dazai Osamu and Nakahara Chuya, who are 28 years old now, and their flirting methods seem to be as high as solving those difficult events, when they were 20 years old;

Every adult who pokes your forehead lazily and says "I'm still a kid~" probably did the same at the same age—even worse and middle school two—walking all the way.

The Little Thing of First Love

Dazai woke up.But this way of waking up is extremely uncomfortable.

His head was extremely dizzy and still aching, his scalp was numb, and his eyelids seemed to weigh a thousand pounds; the skin on his body was hot, but the inside felt like a cold wind was stuffed inside, freezing his internal organs inch by inch during his deep sleep , it made him feel cold all over, and the thin quilt was rolled around his body indiscriminately, but it had no effect.

Waves of headaches brought out his impatience. Osamu Dazai changed his position under the quilt, from lying on his side to lying upright, and raised a hand from under the quilt to test the temperature of his forehead. After putting it on, I found that the hotness of the back of the hand was equal to that of the forehead, and there was no reference value.

"..."

He sighed slowly and long.

Well, this time I also saved the effort of taking the temperature - it is definitely a fever, and it is different from the usual small troubles, and the onset is quite fierce.

Osamu Dazai, who had just passed his 20th birthday, was lying on his back under the thin blanket of warmth, with a pair of peach blossom eyes half-closed with a vaguely youthful outline.He had a sleepy expression on his face that might close again at any time, aimlessly staring at the old chandelier on the ceiling with his eyes empty, as if he was caught in some kind of memory, and he seemed to be thinking about nothing.If he is willing to get up and walk to the mirror to look at his present honor, he will find that the high fever has already turned his eyes, cheeks, and forehead into red, and the abnormal flush is even more morbid against the slightly pale complexion. .

"Cough cough! Cough cough cough..."

Immediately after, there was a violent cough, and when I looked up again, those iris-colored peach eyes were bloodshot due to the sudden violent cough, climbing on the whites of the eyes. His eyeballs seemed to be dyed.

It's so troublesome... Do you want to get up and drink some medicine?

Osamu Dazai, who finally stopped coughing, half-covered his mouth and thought in his heart, but this idea only existed for a second, and was decisively denied by himself in the next second.There is no other reason, if you want to drink medicine, you have to sit up from the bed, get out of bed, go to the cabinet to find the drawers, and then go to the kitchen to pour water... Just thinking about it is very troublesome, and now he is lying here, Didn't even want to move a finger.

Forget it, you can't die at this level.Soon Osamu Dazai made up his mind, no longer paying attention to the cold, fever and headache, but tossing and turning back on his side, intending to use enough sleep to fight against the fierce wind and cold.

It just seemed like he would have to lie in bed all day tomorrow... He closed his eyes, and after a few seconds he reluctantly opened them again.Because he realized that he was originally scheduled to go to Shinjuku to investigate an incident tomorrow, and he couldn't get up in the current situation, and Kunikida, who was full of ideals and plans, was at his wits end.Then again, this incident was originally handed over to him who had just passed the entrance test not long ago because of the lack of manpower in the agency.

After thinking about it, even though Osamu Dazai thought it was troublesome, he still had to reach out and take out his phone from the side of the pillow. He planned to call the president and ask for half a day off - at least half a day until noon tomorrow, when he recovered a little, no Will have a headache until it explodes before passing.

Quickly typing out the draft in his mind, Osamu Dazai turned on the phone, and the screen light that suddenly appeared in the dark was so dazzling that he had to close his eyes, feeling a sharp pain in the eyeballs, and the high fever and strong light stimulated the optic nerve together.

What a pain.He muttered in his heart, and opened his eyes after a few seconds to adapt to the light. When he opened the address book, he saw the empty and white interface. Throwing it into the fire of the car that he blew up in Zhongya, and in the past two years, he has hardly kept in touch with anyone for more than a few days. The detective agency currently only has the numbers of these people, and he has a good memory , I was lazy for a while and didn't enter it into the address book.

Osamu Dazai squinted his eyes halfway, using his drowsy brain under the high fever to think: What is the mobile phone number of the president...?

A few seconds later, he firmly typed a series of numbers and dialed out. After three beeps, he was picked up.So Osamu Dazai sighed in his heart that he was so vigilant in the middle of the night. The president of the detective agency is indeed a man who once had the name of "Silver Wolf". He has a few brushes; His voice sounded more or less normal: "I'm very sorry for the disturbing call late at night, President. Actually, it's because of the incident in Shinjuku tomorrow morning. I'm afraid I won't be able to arrive on time, so I will contact the client until noon tomorrow. Report first."

"..." There was silence for seven or eight seconds, and then a voice came out of the receiver, a slightly vague "hmm."

But this kind of call in the middle of the night, the silence on the other side is very understandable. After Dazai dialed out, he also thought about whether he should call again tomorrow morning... But it is impossible. It is estimated that he will wake up at ten or eleven tomorrow. If you are not good at people, it is more reasonable to say hello in advance.

Under the high fever, Osamu Dazai didn't pay too much attention to the reply, he just remembered that the president said "um", and he said "Well, good night, sorry for disturbing you again" before hanging up Call, put the phone together, and easily throw it to the previous position.

This time he was finally able to close his eyes again without any delay, and Osamu Dazai, a former mafia cadre and current member of the detective agency who had a very rare high fever, let out a long sigh of satisfaction and exhaustion, and fell asleep.

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It was probably caused by a fever, and this sleep was intermittent, not restful.When Osamu Dazai woke up with acid water dripping from his bones and frowning again, the room was still pitch black, and the only light source was the moonlight leaking in from the window.

The moment Osamu Dazai woke up, he noticed that in this small bedroom, there was more breath than before going to bed, which should not be here.

With his back to the window and that person, he didn't speak for a while.Finally, he sighed and turned over, from facing away to lying on his back, then turned his head to look at the young man in a suit sitting in front of the window, holding his chin and looking at the moonlight outside the window.

This dormitory is really too small, and it is completely incomparable with the apartment he used to be a cadre. The whole bedroom is such a small space, and a small table and his bed and bedding are stuffed into it.As a result, even if the visitor didn't have that intention, if he wanted to stay in the room, he had to sit on the edge of his futon, and Osamu Dazai could touch his buttocks tightly wrapped in trousers by straightening his legs.

So he did just that—kicked his feet to the side, knocked his calf on the two buttocks, and said in a hoarse voice, "...rare guest, how did you find this place?"

After he finished speaking, he frowned himself, the pain was sore, his throat was burning hot, like some sharp fishbone stuck in it.Osamu Dazai touched his neck subconsciously, and felt that there must be bruises and fingerprints on the unwrapped part of the bandage: "Do you want to strangle me like this?... Then don't hesitate, you really hate me so much, let me wake up again What's the matter?"

He raised his pretty eyebrows and gave a semi-sarcastic smile to the motionless young man who was still looking at the moon with his chin on his hands: "Is it... Zhongye?"

Nakahara Chuya sat cross-legged on the ground, half of his buttocks pressed against Osamu Dazai's mattress, as if he didn't hear the words of the former partner who now betrayed him, and it seemed that there were not only three moons in the sky today, but they were all purple. He stared at it intently as if he had never seen it before.It wasn't until Dazai Osamu kicked him again and called him again that the handsome young man who had put his hat and coat outside the room and was only wearing a vest, shirt and trousers sitting in the bedroom moved and turned his head , the sight from the rare condescending perspective slowly moved from the window to him.

After staring at each other for a few seconds, Nakahara Chuya held his chin and said, "...Young bastard, you're slandering me when you come up. Your throat hurts because you have a fever of 41 degrees, you idiot." After a pause, he spoke again.

His voice was neither fast nor slow, unexpectedly calm, as if there hadn't been those two years of blankness and a car bombing defection that stuck in their throats between them: "As for how I found this place...you might as well ask me instead of asking me." Ask yourself."

Wow, 41 degrees, I'm amazing.In Osamu Dazai's mind, such a meaningless sentence flickered across at first, and then he blinked and realized the second half of the sentence: "...Ask me?"

Nakahara also let out a short sneer from his nasal cavity, Osamu Dazai seemed to have realized it, his eyes widened slightly, and the expression on his face was like a child who couldn't accept anything.He stretched out his hand and quickly grabbed the phone, turned on the screen, and clicked on the communication record——

Then, he fell silent.Fever really delays things.

The one at the top of the communication record, relying on his memory, he thought it was the one allocated to the president... It was correct, with black letters on a white background, and there was a familiar record for some reason.

The number of his dark dwarf partner.

"........."

Osamu Dazai's frowning brows were slightly relaxed, and the brows were raised a little, and then the corners of his mouth curled up a little bit speechless, unbelievable, helpless and disgusted.He moved his lips and seemed to want to say something, but the skin on his lips was dry due to the fever and lack of water. He didn't feel it just now, but now he realizes that it hurts when he speaks.

Zhong Yuanzhong also stared at him for a few seconds, turned his head nonchalantly, took a water glass full of water from the low table beside him, then lowered his head while reaching out to pass the glass of water: "Get up and drink Lose."

It is filled with hot water, which has been boiled for a while, so there is only a little bit of steam left.The uncomfortable state of the throat and lips forced Dazai Osamu to sit up reluctantly, top-heavy, and took the glass of water, but didn't take a sip immediately: "...this is disgusting, it's a little too nasty What exactly is Chuya doing here?"

Sitting up, Osamu Dazai realized that Nakahara lowered his head to reply to the text messages on his mobile phone, and it was also because the two of them sat up closer, and because of the insensitive sense of smell from the wind and cold, they could smell the faint smell of alcohol on the dwarf in the hat.

Drank alcohol, but very little.Osamu Dazai had a fever, but it didn't affect his IQ, and he subconsciously judged the schedule for tonight.

Oh, it's time to socialize.

That Chuya, who can only fight, can be sent to socialize with Renxu and Snake one day... Speaking of which, it should be promoted to a cadre, right?

He suddenly realized that the dwarf was no longer wearing the motorcycle rider uniform or punk casual clothes he loved before, but a three-piece suit, and the black leather collar on his neck was still there It's rare to find that it matches perfectly harmoniously with this suit...

Osamu Dazai was thinking about miscellaneous things, while Nakahara Chuya bowed his head to reply to the text message and said coldly: "The betrayer who has been missing all the time suddenly called me, what do you think I can come for? Of course arrest You went back... I couldn't find you before because you were good at hiding, but now that you have a phone number and a signal source, is it a waste of effort to find you?"

"That's right." Osamu Dazai nodded lazily while holding the water glass with warm walls in his hand, "So? Now you are surrounded by your subordinates... No, if Chuya wants to deal with me, he must You won't let your subordinates intervene, so you came to me alone?"

Zhong Yuan's texting fingers paused for a moment.After a while, he moved his fingers to finish typing and sending the text message, without raising his head, he said: "That's right... I thought it was a trap, and I thought I'd tie you back half dead before we met. But when I came in, I found that there was no need at all. If I make a move, you will make yourself half dead."

Osamu Dazai smiled, drank half of the glass of water, then stretched out his hand to Chaozhong, bit the rim of the glass and mumbled, "Medicine."

"Am I your mother?" Zhongyuan Zhong also had a bad tone, but the action of throwing him the medicine box showed that the box had been standing by for a long time - it was probably brought along with the water glass along the way.

Osamu Dazai smiled, raised his head and swallowed a few pills without saying a word, and drank the water in the cup. Then he lay back satisfied with an expression countless times happier than when he opened his eyes, and sighed a long time: "You can do whatever you want, I'm going to sleep."

"Just sleep," Nakahara Zhong also sneered, "see if you will appear in the dungeon you are familiar with when you wake up."

"That's not bad, haha." Osamu Dazai picked up the corner of his mouth and pulled the phone back into his hand, fiddled with it twice before stuffing it back.After finishing this small movement, he closed his eyes and deliberately murmured in a very light tone: "Oh, although I drank the medicine, it is very likely that I will have a fever later..."

Zhong Yuanzhong also shut his mouth and did not speak.

It took him a while to lower his voice, as if disgusted: "...Go to sleep."

After that, he seemed to add half a sentence very fast, but Osamu Dazai couldn't catch it.Of course, he couldn't hear clearly and he could guess exactly what Zhongyuan Zhongye wanted to say, so he felt relieved, closed his eyes and gradually fell asleep, not caring whether he would open his eyes again or not. I found myself back in the dungeon of my old club;

And Nakahara didn't turn on the screen again until he heard Dazai Osamu's light and steady breathing, and he knew that this person had really fallen asleep, and then he dealt with those things that he seemed to have done forever since he became a cadre. Endless work, during which he didn't glance at Osamu Dazai, as if the betrayer who had been calling him by mistake with an unclear phone call after two years, and then he kept vigil for his former partner who had a fever to the point of burning to death Such an ordinary little thing.

Go to sleep, I'm right here, I won't leave.

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At ten o'clock in the morning, Osamu Dazai woke up from his deep sleep refreshed and refreshed. After stretching his waist, he felt uncomfortably covered in thin sweat, but he was very relaxed, knowing that the fever had gone away.

He quickly got up, got into the bathroom, took a shower, and washed up. After tidying up, Osamu Dazai stood in the living room and stretched his waist, which seemed to be stretched to a length of two meters. After relaxing, he looked around and found that the furnishings were all in line with It was exactly the same before going to bed last night, without any trace, as if everything that happened last night was a hallucination after his high fever.

Is it a hallucination?

Dazai Osamu was in a good mood after getting dressed, packed up, and went out to deal with the entrusted work. He took out his mobile phone and checked the message records. After drinking the medicine and going to bed, the text message he sent to the president before going to bed was in the outbox, and then...

He opened the address book, and a single new contact appeared on the originally blank interface, with only a number and no time to make notes.

Osamu Dazai raised his eyebrows, and quietly looked at the series of numbers for a while.

After a while, he moved his fingers and entered the name of the contact in the contact note:

"Black Hat Slug"

Just after pressing OK, the phone rang. Osamu Dazai picked it up with a glance, his voice was calm and calm as if nothing had happened: "Hello, is this Miss Nishimura? Yes, I've arrived..."

Life continues.

Life at the age of 20 is busier than when he had nothing to do when he first defected, but Osamu Dazai has adapted to it with ease.The nature of the work is completely different from the content of the previous work in the Mafia. What remains unchanged is that there are very few jobs that can arouse Dazai Osamu's interest. Apart from the fact that he has to be busy every day, it seems that his living conditions are the same as when he was 19 years old. no different.

Must say...

With a sound of "ding", a text message came in. Osamu Dazai glanced at the phone and found that it was a text message from "Little Slug in Black Hat".It’s obviously a group post, maybe I didn’t notice it, or maybe I clicked on it when I selected the group poster with my hand, and it said: “Seven o’clock in the evening, Shiraki House, I treat guests, late comers will be fined for drinking.”

...What kind of robber tone is this.

Osamu Dazai chuckled, and after looking at it, he casually stuffed the phone back into his pocket, lay down on the long reception sofa of the detective agency, and continued listening to music with headphones on.

... If you have to say something, only after that wonderful night, neither he nor his ex-partner said anything more, each of them silently put the other party's contact information back into the phone.Although there is very little communication in normal times, one or two new small bubbles may appear every ten days and a half months, and the nonsense that is said is obviously only clicked on a whim - "idiot", reply "stupid", It's over—but the restoration of contact is clear and certain.

As for why he put the number of the person who may be chased at any time into the contact, it is the same as Nakaya knew where he was, but still chose to pretend that what happened that night never happened—Osamu Dazai left After that, the delicate tacit understanding between the two of them was still maintained in silence.They have all passed the age of being naughty and jumping when they were younger, and they understand some things. Controlling their curiosity and not asking the bottom line is the best way to maintain that balance.

They may both vaguely feel that something has changed, and this change seems to have no reason at all, but after thinking about it carefully, there are traces that can be accepted... The two of them chose to let it go at the same time with a tacit understanding Develop on your own, take one step at a time, and let's talk about the final result at that time.

After all, none of them are idle. New cadres and new jobs require patience and time to adjust to the new job.

As a result, this kind of ordinary life and the continuous contact with each other lasted for two years.

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