[Double Black Taizhong] Poisonous Possession

"who are you?"

When he heard this sentence, Nakahara Chuya's first reaction was whether this person was still angry, so he deliberately pretended not to know him to anger himself.But Osamu Dazai looked at him, the indifference and alienation in the face of strangers did not seem to be fake, it reminded him of the eyes of Osamu Dazai who was trampled on the soles of his feet when he first met.

No, it's still not the same.Even when we first met, Dazai Osamu's eyes were not exactly what they are now, and Nakahara still remembered the curious light burning in the depths of those kite-colored eyes.

The three people in the ward fell into a mysterious silence because of the sudden three words, and finally Mori Ogai spoke first: "Dazai-kun, what do you think is the situation now?"

Osamu Dazai lowered his eyes and thought for a while: "I attempted suicide and was sent to the hospital by Mr. Mori? The sequelae of this suicide are quite strong. Am I lying in a hospital bed for several years in a vegetable state?"

"Oh? Why do you think that?" Mori Ogai showed interest.

"Because this body seems to have grown a lot. Judging from the bones of my hands, I am at least fifteen or sixteen years old, right? Mr. Sen's attire has also changed a lot, um, I look a little older." On the hospital bed The young man said casually, wrestling his fingers, "Dr. Kondo standing next to you can be seen from the name tag on his chest as an attending doctor specializing in cardiovascular and cerebrovascular diseases, so the possibility of my brain being injured is very high. Combining the front and back, I I can only venture to guess that I have been comatose in a hospital bed for several years because of some suicide, although I don't remember what the suicide method was so effective, which is a pity."

After listening to this series of analysis, Zhongyuan Zhong also felt that his brain could not keep up with the situation, but the two doctors on the other side showed a clear look.

"Dazai-kun, how old do you think you are now?" Doctor Kondo took out the medical record board at the end of the bed and the pen hanging on his chest, and asked.

"Well, you should have been 14 years old before you lost consciousness. You guys should know better than me how old you are now?" Osamu Dazai tilted his head, and began to move his limbs slightly on the hospital bed, as if adapting to the strangeness of this thing. body of.

"14 years old..." Mori Ogai touched his chin, showing a smile with a little nostalgia, "Doctor Kondo, what do you think?"

"The logic is clear and orderly. It doesn't seem like confusion caused by external factors. It may be a stress response caused by overstimulation of the brain in a short period of time." Dr. Kondo pushed his glasses and calmly came to a conclusion.

"PTSD for short, typical symptoms of avoidance and numbness?" Mori Ogai nodded in agreement.

"I said, Dazai-kun." Mori Ogai suddenly turned his head and met Dazai Osamu's eyes, "Which one do you want to hear first, the good news or the bad news?"

Osamu Dazai on the hospital bed sighed deeply.

"Let me guess. The good news is I wasn't in a vegetable state, the bad news is I lost my memory?"

Does this person have amnesia? Doesn't he know everything?Nakahara Chuya, who finally figured out the situation, began to doubt life again.

"Bingo~ As expected of Dazai-kun." Mori Ogai clapped happily.

"After all, I found that my whole body was in pain when I moved. No matter how you think about it, it is impossible for the wound to heal after a few years. Unless Mr. Sen came to the hospital and cut me a few times when he was fine, I guess you are not so busy. Osamu Dazai gasped for air while moving his body, "It hurts so much, it's really annoying. I'm very afraid of pain, so I wouldn't commit suicide in such a painful way."

Seeing Osamu Dazai suffering from pain, Nakahara seemed to think of something suddenly. He turned his head and looked at Dr. Kondo: "You just said that Dazai's current state is caused by overstimulation of the brain in a short period of time?"

Just speculation.The other party corrected him rigorously.

"Does Nakaya-kun have any clues about this?" Mori Ogai didn't look surprised, "Currently, only Nakaya-kun knows the situation best. After all, you were the one who saved Dazai-kun."

Hearing these words, Osamu Dazai, who had hardly looked at him since waking up, finally looked at him.Zhongyuan Zhong also tried his best to ignore the three-pointed surprised and seven-pointed inquiring eyes coming from behind, and tried to briefly and clearly recount to the two what he saw in the dungeon, and how the supernatural being was kicked to smash his skull by him The words that were shouted before.

"So Chuya-kun guessed that [pain] was the source of the stimulation? Well, it is indeed a reasonable guess, but will the avoidance and numbness symptoms caused by pain make people directly and selectively forget the memory of two years?"

"Generally speaking, patients with symptoms of avoidance and numbness will only selectively forget the details of trauma-related incidents. For this incident, they also forgot the process of being arrested and interrogated. Unless Mr. Dazai has been enduring The pain of the same intensity as the interrogation, otherwise the possibility of directly erasing two years of memory is relatively low."

The two doctors stood at the end of the bed talking happily, Zhong Yuanzhong couldn't understand and couldn't get in, so he simply didn't care about the content of their conversation, and instead watched silently the woman on the bed who didn't do anything even though the existence itself was ignored. How did the main character react to the event.

"It seems that Mr. Mori and the others can't finish discussing for a while," Osamu Dazai quickly responded to his gaze, and looked at Chuya Nakahara carefully from head to toe again, "May I ask, are you and me before amnesia?" what relationship?"

....Nakahara Chuya's mood is a bit complicated, not only because Osamu Dazai forgot all about his affairs, but most importantly, it is also difficult for him to accurately describe the relationship between himself and Osamu Dazai. After thinking for a long time, he still He opened his mouth with difficulty: "You and I are partners."

To be on the safe side, he gave a well-regulated and emotionless answer.

"Oh, it's unimaginable." Osamu Dazai expressed his feelings frankly, then nodded after a pause, "But I can basically guess it from the conversation just now and your reaction."

This kind of attitude that thinks it has insight into everything is really infuriating.

Nakahara Chu also tried his best to restrain the urge to get angry at the other party, but Osamu Dazai seemed to have thought of something, and suddenly clapped his hands with a smile.

"Chuya~" he said, "Can you tell me what happened during the two years when I lost my memory?"

Nakahara was also in a daze for a moment due to the familiar address, he stared at Osamu Dazai in amazement, wondering again whether the other party had really lost his memory: "Didn't you forget me, why are you so proficient at calling me by my name? "

"Because from the conversation just now, I can only infer that your name is Chuya, or do you prefer me to call you Hat-kun or the dark dwarf?" Osamu Dazai smiled innocently.

Sure enough, no matter how old Osamu Dazai was, he was very underwhelmed.

Zhong Yuan was so angry that two blue veins burst out on his forehead, but he reluctantly accepted the other party's statement in his heart.

"However, it may also be an implicit memory, right?"

Suddenly there was some ambiguous emotion in the kite-colored eyes staring at Chuya Zhongyuan.

Zhong Yuanzhong couldn't understand some things, but the two doctors standing at the end of the bed could hear them clearly.

"Doctor Kondo, will the symptoms of PTSD in children still appear at the age of 16?" Mori Ogai smiled a little narrowly.

"It's hard to say, 16 years old is out of the scope of children in medicine, but depending on personal conditions and growth environment, there is a certain probability that symptoms will appear. This is a small probability event." Dr. Kondo looked at Osamu Dazai and Nakahara Nakaya turned around, "Besides, the separation anxiety and clinginess caused by children with PTSD are usually the parents. The situation of Dazai-kun looks different."

"Don't you come to cling to me, Dazai-kun? Dad is so sad." Mori Ogai held his heart exaggeratedly and made a crying expression.

"Mr. Mori is so disgusting." Dazai Osamu was not moved at all.

"Compared with verbal narration, will the effect of on-the-spot restoration be better?"

"Theoretically, it is, but Dazai-kun's injury needs to stay in bed for a few days to heal."

The two doctors who had maintained a state of "heroes see the same thing" finally had a disagreement here. As for the outcome of this debate, it ultimately depends on the patient's own opinion.

"Dazai-kun, what do you think?" They asked in unison.

The young man in a large hospital gown answered them with actions. He pulled out the needle on the back of his hand without hesitation, rolled out of bed and stood beside Chuya Nakahara.

"Chuya, let's go!" Osamu Dazai grabbed Chuya Nakahara's cuff and smiled brightly at him.

Central Plains Chuya:?

On the other side, Dr. Kondo sighed helplessly, while Mori Ogai waved to him with a smile: "Then I will go through the discharge procedures, and Dazai-kun will leave it to Chuya-kun."

Central Plains Chuya:? ? ?

Zhong Yuanzhong also felt that if people's emotions could be transformed into entities, there must be a whole row of question marks in his head now.He felt the heat on his back, looked down at the hands around his waist, and couldn't understand how things had developed into what they are now.

An hour ago, the person behind him was still lying on the hospital bed as a Sleeping Beauty, and an hour later, he was already sitting on the back seat of his motorcycle, insisting on dragging himself to find the lost memories?Even fairy tales don’t act like this.

And this pose...would it be a little too tight?When Osamu Dazai used to ride his own motorcycle, he hated it terribly, and he never had such a thing as hugging his waist with his hands.Compared with amnesia, Nakahara Nakaya is now more suspicious of whether Dazai Osamu has taken some wrong medicine, which made his brain abnormal.

"I said—" He struggled for a long time but still couldn't hold it back. The moment he opened his mouth, he took a mouthful of cool wind, and the words he had prepared turned into shouts, "Can you—let go—my waist--"

Osamu Dazai leaned on his back and let out a chuckle, buried his head in his ear and replied softly: "Eh——no. I'm a patient, if I don't hold Chuya tightly, I will fall! "The warm breath rushed to his ears, and Zhong Yuanzhong also felt that his face suddenly became hot.

Believe your bullshit.Nakahara Chu also thought to himself, if Osamu Dazai would fall off the locomotive, then tomorrow's sun would probably have to rise from the west to be more realistic.But after he felt the temperature from the other party's body, his heart softened inexplicably.Anyway, the hands on the waist have been staying in place peacefully, and it seems that there is no evil intention, so let him go.

A red locomotive drove the two people who were close together to the original destination.

Yokohama Concession, Leibo Street.

It had been about two years since they first met, and the street in front of them still maintained its dilapidated appearance.The riots and disputes that can be seen everywhere, the gangsters gathered in groups in the streets, and the orphans huddled in the corners begging, all revolve around the huge deep pit in the center, and the flowers of evil bloom all over the place. Every inch of land.

Nakahara Nakaya took Dazai Osamu around in Leibo Street, trying to find Dazai Osamu's memory from the origin.However, the brightly dressed two looked out of place on this street, especially Nakahara Chuya, who was wearing a lot of high-end goods all over his body, attracted many prying eyes.

Nakahara Chuya himself doesn't care about this, he grew up in this environment since he was a child, and most people on this street know him, the former "King of Sheep", and are afraid of his powerful strength. Even if there is greed, few people dare to put it into actual action.On the contrary, Osamu Dazai, who had been obediently following behind him, looked around, and a strong murderous intent flashed across his slightly narrowed eyes.

The hair on Nakahara Chuya's back stood on end, and he, who was keenly aware of the killing intent, suddenly turned around, only to meet Dazai Osamu's clear and innocent eyes.The other party seemed to be taken aback by his sudden turning back, followed him to look behind him, and then asked suspiciously, "What's the matter, Chuya?"

Illusion?He casually said "It's okay" and continued to walk forward.Thinking about it carefully, the killing intent just now was obviously not aimed at him, and he was just affected, but the killing intent that was about to turn into substance made his body subconsciously alert.

When did such a powerful person appear on Leibo Street again?He thought of Dazai Osamu who was currently dragging behind him with 0 combat power, and decided to proceed with caution and subtlety.

"Here, this is the place where we met for the first time." Nakahara Zhongya stood on the steps and pointed to the platform at the junction of the stairs, "Then I kicked you to the wall on the left."

Osamu Dazai, who crossed Nakahara Nakaya and came to the platform, looked to the left after hearing the words, and sighed sincerely at the sunken wall: "Well, this is really... It hurts just to look at it. Nakaya How violent, do you want to break my ribs directly when we first meet?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also touched his nose in embarrassment, feeling a little guilty for no reason: "You and I were still enemies at that time, besides, you were obviously still alive and kicking the next day."

Dazai Osamu did not say much after listening to Nakahara Chuya's general process, nodded and admitted that he had no impression of it.Nakahara thought about it, and dragged Osamu Dazai to the dilapidated game hall.

The game hall seems to have been refurbished. It looks much neater and brighter, and several newest game consoles have been added.Nakahara Nakahara pulled Osamu Dazai through the row of machines at the door, and came to the two slightly worn-out old game consoles.

"I played a game with you here before, and you won by tampering with the game console I was using." Zhong Yuanzhong was also very vague about this, and only said that he was in the process of finding the murderer. In , Osamu Dazai claimed that he already knew the murderer but didn't tell him, so they ran to the game hall to compete.

Osamu Dazai shrugged and smiled happily: "In short, I won."

"It's already said that you cheated! You can't be counted as winning!!!" Zhong Yuanzhong also had 1 objections when he thought of this.

"Oh~" Osamu Dazai didn't refute, and sat down in front of the game console, looked up at Nakahara Chuya and made a gesture of invitation, "Then shall we have another game?"

Zhongyuan Zhong also had no reason to refuse this. He rolled up his sleeves and sat down in front of the game console, as if he suddenly remembered something. Before the game started, he quickly added: "Old rules, the loser must Promise one request to the winner."

Osamu Dazai on the opposite side agreed lightly.

Games start.

They still chose the same characters as before, Osamu Dazai controlled the female character named ONI, and Nakahara Nakahara controlled the Chinese-style cyborg character CYBOGE.The mace and mechanical fists refused to give in to each other, and the fight was evenly matched.

The difference from last time was that Chuya Nakahara had the last laugh this time. CYBOGE seized the gap and punched ONI and her mace flying, and the words KO were displayed on Osamu Dazai's screen.

The feeling of humiliation is really cool, Nakahara couldn't help standing up and raised his head and laughed twice, proudly patting the game console to show off to Osamu Dazai: "Well, I told you not to cheat You can't beat me, this game is my best!"

"Yeah, Chuya is indeed very strong." Dazai Osamu, who lost, didn't feel annoyed at all, and agreed with him with a smile, "Then what is the requirement mentioned earlier?"

This question caused Nakahara Chuya to fall into a tangle. Normally, it would be extremely difficult for Dazai Osamu to agree to a request unconditionally. How can we not waste this rare opportunity?

He thought for a while, and suddenly his eyes lit up.

"My request is - you will be my dog ​​for the rest of my life!" Zhongyuan Zhong also made a magnificent move to deal with him in his own way.

Osamu Dazai was silent, and in the kite-colored eyes that were filled with carelessness in the last second, countless inexplicable complex emotions suddenly emerged, and finally turned into a gentle and deep smile like a pool of spring water.

"Okay." He looked deeply into Nakahara Chuya's eyes, and raised the corners of his mouth, "I promise you."

Nakahara Chuya's heart skipped a beat.

The huge warehouse that had been reduced to ruins became the last destination they could reach before sunset. Looking at the uneven ground and the broken bricks and tiles all over the ground, the Central Plains was also rarely quiet.He scanned the dusty wreckage of the warehouse inch by inch with his eyes, as if remembering and thinking.

"Two years ago, we teamed up here to defeat the European supernatural being lurking in the port mafia under the pseudonym Lantang." Zhongyuan Zhong also organized his words, and said slowly, "Lantang, no, it's still called Lantang. He Rimbaud. Mr. Rimbaud is the person who pulled my consciousness out of the chaos inside Huangbatu ten years ago. According to human standards, Mr. Rimbaud should be regarded as my parents... But there are also people It’s just a midwife.”

"Mr. Rimbaud wanted to kill me and regain control of the barbarian vomiting in my body. He locked me in his own subspace, and you were attacked by the former leader he manipulated outside. At that time, our lives were hanging line."

Osamu Dazai stood not far away and watched him quietly.

"Then you suddenly told me that you think the work of the port mafia might be quite interesting, and you don't want to die." Zhongyuan Zhong also recalled the situation at that time, and couldn't help laughing, "You are really a very inexplicable person , I didn’t want to die after being cut with a scythe, and said that I would join hands with me to defeat the opponent.”

"That was the first time we worked together. Using your ability to nullify and pull me out of the subspace is the only way we can win. I used gravity to resist the barrier of the subspace, and you rushed over and grabbed my hand " Zhong Yuan also raised his left hand subconsciously, simulating the situation at that time.

The sun gradually set to the west as he narrated, and the afterglow and sunset glow in the sky were as beautiful as what they saw when they defeated Rimbaud at the age of 15.Osamu Dazai walked towards him facing the setting sun, his kite-colored eyes filled with warm yellow light, he saw Osamu Dazai stretched out his right hand, first touched his fingertips with his slender fingers, and then pressed his palms together It turned into a high-five, and finally staggered a slight angle, slid down the gap between the fingers, and clasped his hand tightly.

"Is it like this?" Osamu Dazai kept his fingers interlocked and looked down at him, his voice was a little deeper than usual, mixed with some airy sounds and a soft smile.

The heartbeat sounded like drums and thunder beside his ears. Nakahara took a look at their clasped palms, then raised his head and looked at Osamu Dazai. From the eyes of the other party, he saw his own reflection and sluggishness surrounded by the sunset light. For a moment, he didn't know how to react.

Osamu Dazai waved his free hand in front of Nakahara Chuya, as if he was curious about his reaction: "Is there something wrong, Chuya?"

Nothing is right here!The Central Plains also complained. The 15-year-old interlocking fingers was nothing more than an action based on the optimal strategic solution, but how did this reappearance elicit such an imaginative atmosphere and feeling?

"That's right, that's right, then we won." Zhongyuan Zhong also hurriedly pulled out his hand, and left first after a perfunctory sentence.

Osamu Dazai stood on the spot and watched Nakahara Nakaya, who could be said to have fled, and slowly showed a satisfied smile like a mouse that had stolen fish.