[Bungo Stray Dogs Double Black] Born in the Dark

Nakahara, who was sitting there, also heard Osamu Dazai say such shameless words in such an innocent tone... It can even be said to be shameless, and he really wants to be laughed at by him.

Would he take the initiative to kiss the mackerel? !

Dream it!

"Eh? What kind of expression is Chuya?" Mr. Dazai didn't persist in his desire to survive for three seconds at all, and his whole body collapsed like a cartilaginous fish, just lying on Zhongya Nakahara.

Mr. Dazai, who had a smile on his face and a soft tone, still looked up at Nakahara Chuya with his exquisite face that had seduced countless women, and even blinked his eyes in an attempt to look cute.

Get out of my way!Roll non-stop!

Zhong Yuanzhong also fully expressed this meaning in his eyes, even though his blue eyes, which looked like clear sky, were a little foggy due to the effect of alcohol at this time, and the corners of his eyes were still slightly flushed. The aura of taming is still very public.

Even, he still wears a joking collar around his neck.

Osamu Dazai has known for a long time that he is also a hard stubble in the Central Plains. Whether it is character, temper or strength, it is one of the most difficult bones in Hong Kong and black.

Coincidentally, Nakahara Chuya also knew very well that Dazai Osamu was a person who could not be provoked, even Dazai Osamu who seemed to have changed his career to do good deeds.

In the past, none of the people who fell into the hands of Osamu Dazai when he was in the gangsters in Hong Kong in the past could walk out of the dungeon intact. His endless torture methods and strange instruments of torture are still left in the gangsters in Hong Kong even today, four years later. There are terrible legends.

What's more, Dazai Osamu has never had common sense. He can speak softly to you one second and send a burning bullet into your chest the next.

"Hey, chuya," Mr. Dazai called out Nakahara Chuya's name softly, with an indistinguishable smile on his face, and stretched out his hand to cover the other's eyelashes, "Don't look at me like this ah."

Nakahara Chu also sideways turned his face away, and pulled Dazai Osamu's hand off, only thinking that this man was really inexplicably convulsed.Anyway, he has known Dazai Osamu for so many years, and he has never guessed his real thoughts, but he is always played by him in the applause. These are all the lessons of blood and tears that Zhongyuan Zhong also learned from countless injuries.

Mr. Dazai just blinked at him when he was dragged a bit, his iris-colored eyes met the misty blue, even though they were eroded by alcohol, those eyes were still shining stars in the night sky, Let him stop his eyes in that piece of blue uncontrollably.

"Aren't you very busy, Dazai! Aren't you going to save people and tigers? Why don't you get out!" Nakahara Nakaya was extremely annoyed when he saw Dazai Osamu looking over like this, what is this all about?

The two organizations are at war. This person is so confident that he will not be killed if he is in the same room with senior cadres of Hong Kong and black? !

"Someone has gone to save lives, does Chuya care about me so much?" Mr. Dazai continued to tilt his head and wink his eyes cutely, trying to create an illusion that he was really well-behaved and harmless.

Anyway, from the perspective of the Central Plains, it is just an illusion.

He has seen Dazai Osamu's plots and schemes countless times, no matter how innocent and harmless this person smiles in front of him, it can't conceal the pure blood of Hong Kong gangsters flowing in this person's body.

"Heh, don't you value that human tiger very much?" Nakahara Nakaya looked at Osamu Dazai mockingly. They have known each other for so long and have maliciously satirized each other since the first sight. In this confrontation, no one will give in , "Stop doing this, Renhu is in charge of your subordinate Akutagawa, it's useless for you to drag me around!"

"Hey, don't say that in Chuuya." Osamu Dazai blinked his eyes suspiciously, expressed his dislike lightly, and even frowned pretendingly, "I hate Chuya the most." Well, is there anything that can annoy me more than this?"

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Did I discuss with you who you hate the most? !

I hate this kind of self-talking mackerel the most!

"That's right, you are the one I hate the most, get out!" Nakahara Nakaya gave Osamu Dazai a fierce look, and tore the mackerel off his body with one hand, and pressed the other hand on it. The place where the door is opened is about to throw him out.

Even though he couldn't use supernatural powers after catching Osamu Dazai, Nakahara still felt that he could defeat this dead fish, but he forgot that it wasn't long before he overturned, hey!

Ever since, the little angel of Zhongye welcomed the second rollover!

What a joy!

The little angel Nakaya who caught the mackerel failed to throw him out, and even made Dazai Osamu rush over with his strength. doesn't work.

When the sudden figure threw him on the back seat of the car, Nakahara Nakaya's expression was blank and blank. Although he subconsciously wanted to lift his foot to kick the opponent's face, he was caught by a seemingly soft and white His big hands gripped his ankles.

Zhong Yuan also lay on his back on the seat, but the expensive and soft seat did not bring him the slightest sense of pleasure. Anyone who was overwhelmed by a person who had been at odds with him for many years would have nothing to be happy about.

He watched Osamu Dazai kneeling between his legs with one knee bent, his upper body overturned, the face that he knew the facial features with his eyes closed was facing him, his kite-colored eyes were as calm as if the window was completely dark The dark night is generally, without the slightest waves.

Zhongyuan Zhong also frowned uncomfortably. The exhaustion accumulated after a long business trip and the jet lag had not come back from abroad in time. In the end, he was tricked into drinking a large glass of wine by this person, and now his overall condition is extremely poor. , the brain seems to be a little unclear.

"Hey, chuya, do you know what day it is today?" Dazai Osamu put his elbows on one side, and his whole body was half-suspended directly above the Central Plains. shadow.

Nakahara looked into Osamu Dazai's eyes, very dazed. He felt that his brain might be going on strike, and he couldn't analyze the current plot direction at all.

What day is today?

Today is the day when he returned from a business trip abroad, the day when Osamu Dazai reappeared in the Hong Kong Black Headquarters to seek his own death after defecting, and the day when Osamu Dazai re-entered the dungeon for sightseeing after four and a half years.

"It's your birthday, chuya," Nakahara only heard Osamu Dazai say with a sigh, and then his eyes were covered by warm palms, his vision fell into darkness, and his other senses were blocked. Unlimited magnification.

This is his car, even with his eyes closed he can clearly remember the size of the compartment, but at this moment, Zhong Yuan Zhong also feels that the space here is too small, so that every subtle movement can be heard clearly.

Zhongya Nakahara raised his foot again, but his calf was pinned down. As soon as his gloved hand was stretched out, he was held by another hand. He was pressed there by his original partner Osamu Dazai in an extremely uncomfortable posture, even He could feel the heat from the man's breath on his face, entangled with his own breath.

Zhong Yuanzhong also heard the restless beating of the heart in his chest, and another sound with the same frequency as it.

The sound of shallow breathing filled his ears, and the ending of that sentence fell in his ears, making Nakahara Chuya blank for a second, but he came back to his senses in the next second.

Something seemed to brush over the cheek like a light feather, with a warm touch, and finally stopped at the corner of the lips.In this sudden darkness, he once again experienced his own over-sensitive senses, and could even imagine every tiny movement of Osamu Dazai.

As Osamu Dazai said, the two of them are familiar with each other's every movement and expression, even the rhythm of breathing, but at this moment the sound of breathing falling on the corner of his lips is messed up.

Nakahara even forgot to pull away Osamu Dazai's hand covering his eyes. The nerves completely affected by alcohol must have been broken, he thought.

He felt the hot touch rubbing against the corners of his lips, rolling and rubbing on the lips, and even the tip of his tongue swept between the lips and teeth, leaving a wet trace.This appearance reminded him of the little milk dog he picked up outside many years ago, and would whimper and lick his hand when held.

But Osamu Dazai hated dogs very, very much. After the two became partners, the dog was sent away by him, but this did not prevent Osamu Dazai from hating Chuya Nakahara very, very much.

What's more, they once made a bet that the loser would be the opponent's dog.

Nakahara Chuya's mind was in chaos. He never thought that one day Dazai Osamu would have such an intimate gesture with him in this gesture, and he never thought that there would be something more unique with his partner who once wished the other party would die a hundred times. Those few years of side by side are enough to understand the development of each other, and I am afraid that they will not be able to control their desire to kill each other.

"Hey, chuya," Zhongya Nakahara heard Osamu Dazai's vague voice pressed between his lips and teeth, and uncomfortably tilted his head to avoid the other person's face, and then heard the other person say something quickly, "This time it's me Take the initiative, we'll settle the matter."

God damn it? !

Zhongyuan Zhong also only felt that his anger value returned in an instant. One hand subconsciously broke away from the opponent, and pulled away the big hand covering half of his face. He was ready to reason with him, and the licked lips just wiped Looking past the corners of the opponent's lips and profile, his eyes met those iris-colored pupils.

There, at this moment, it was as calm as the deep sea.

Osamu Dazai lowered his head and took a bite on his neck. Before Chuya Nakahara could speak, he quickly got out of the car and disappeared into the night in an instant.

The author has something to say: Hong Kong and black are about to usher in new rumors, but rumors also need a picture at the beginning to continue editing, so Dazai left a mark for him, otherwise how would this gossip spread (laughs)