【Taizhong】Desperado

The bright morning light fell from the window into the room that had been charming all night. After waking up, the other half of the bed was empty. After realizing that Osamu Dazai had left during his sleep, Nakahara gave up thinking about where he went. The problem, the physical load of drunkenness and unrestrained love made him fall to the mattress as soon as he tried to get up, his whole body was about to fall apart, and intermittent neuropathic pains came from his head.

He tried his best to get out of bed, picked up his scattered clothes and pants, and slowly put them on, the events of last night were still vivid in his mind, the temperature left by Osamu Dazai in his body seemed to melt him together Yes, it's been such a long time, but he doesn't seem to resist at all, at least his body is honest, and he accepts everything about him.

He turned on his phone and found a few unread emails, all of which were related to work. After reading it, he briefly replied to a few, and then went down to prepare for breakfast.This spacious and simple hotel belongs to the Guild's sphere of influence, so it is safe for humans. He, Dazai Osamu and the others are currently staying here, but even people who see the Guild will not speak on weekdays. Invitation to afternoon tea by several cadres from the other party, and discuss some serious matters by the way.

Zhong Yuanzhong also walked slowly to the restaurant along the stairs. He was trying to clear the messy thoughts in his mind, telling himself that the task was not over yet.

He ordered a sandwich for himself and went through the situation so far in his mind - he had learned from other people that Nathaniel had told Zelda all about Zelda while he was dying of sleep. For Francis, this rich and powerful man who is good at playing tricks seems to have not fully accepted it for a while after learning of his beloved wife's mutation.But he kept his promise and no longer wanted Atsushi Nakajima.In this way, there will no longer be any conflicts between them and the Guild, so they can stay here with peace of mind.

After thinking about it, it probably has something to do with Akutagawa Ryunosuke, now that Akutagawa has come here, no one with evil plans can touch Tsukixiamon at all.

Therefore, what Zhongyuan Zhongye is most concerned about at this time is still the blood clan who is deeply rooted in this city and chooses the opportunity to move. They were not prepared enough for the last operation, and they have already alerted the enemy. The other party will definitely not sit still.He suppressed the suspicion and vague anxiety in his heart, took a sip of the bitter-tasting coffee, and continued to describe the huge and complicated network of relationships here and the clueless tasks in his mind.

When sorting out, Nakahara also realized a blind spot that had been ignored all the time: Mori Ogai could not be ignorant of their past, but even so he was asked to test Fyodor Dostoevsky. He would not be unaware of what a risky move it was, so the reason why Mori Ogai made such an arrangement is worth pondering.

That afternoon, he was called to a meeting by Francis' cadres in a daze. It was an old face he knew—Nathaniel had come to invite him.But Nathaniel was a little absent-minded, so his tone of speech was not very friendly, which made Zhong Yuan Zhong miss that lovely girl named Lucy.

Walking all the way to the secret meeting room of the Guild on the basement floor, even though he had thousands of questions, he couldn't ask them after seeing Nathaniel's unsmiling black face. The relationship between the two was not friendly. At the next corner, the atmosphere was broken by two familiar figures - Atsushi Nakajima and Ryunosuke Akutagawa.

The two of them hurriedly chased after them, and he still yelled at them why they were in a hurry. Was he also called by Francis to attend the meeting.

"No!" Atsushi Nakajima interrupted him anxiously and out of breath. The boy's voice was loud and tense, causing Nathaniel to stop and look sideways at them for a moment.

Something not so good happened.Chuya Nakahara realized the seriousness of the problem after seeing the solemn expressions of Atsushi Nakajima and Ryunosuke Akutagawa, and asked them what happened in the chaos.

"Senior Nakahara!" Akutagawa Ryunosuke looked into his eyes and said, "Mr. Dazai is gone!"

Zhong Yuanzhong also quickly realized what it means to be on the edge of an abyss and walk on thin ice.

It was Akutagawa Ryunosuke who first discovered that Osamu Dazai was missing.At around twelve o'clock, he wanted to go to Osamu Dazai's room to discuss something with him, but after knocking on the door for a while and getting no response, he pushed the door open and walked in. As expected, he found signs of fierce fighting in the room, and even There was blood, some belonged to Osamu Dazai, some did not know who it was, but it must have been someone who broke in and fought Dazai.

"If it is daytime, then the possibility of being taken away by the blood race can be ruled out."

"No, it can't be completely determined." Francis, who came with Zhongya Zhongya, walked around the scene of the incident and said, "The blood race has a group of human lackeys, and they will become the eyes and eyes of the blood race during the day." hands and feet."

"But it's not that easy to take Mr. Dazai away."

Everyone is stuck in a dead end of thinking.

"Unless," Nakahara Nakaya calmed down, looking at Dazai Osamu's blood on the floor, but his mind was clear, "It's him who wants to go with the other party."

The other party must have something that Osamu Dazai wanted, and even asked him to act in a scene to be taken away by the other party even at the risk of his life.

But now he is acting with injuries at all, and he can't deal with the bad situation that may suddenly happen next.Zhong Yuanzhong was almost driven crazy by this self-talking idiot.Obviously they were so close last night, breathing could be heard, every time Dazai Osamu kissed his ear, every sweaty orgasm, he thought that the barrier between them was gradually disappearing.

When Osamu Dazai was "invited" into the car by those elegant British guys, his body was covered in blood. In order to create the effect of being kidnapped in the bedroom, he didn't mind letting the other party open a few more shots on him. Holes, anyway, those wounds can slowly heal automatically.

It seemed that the beginning was successful, and he began to think methodically about what would happen next.Now his hands were tied and his eyes were blindfolded. The car drove very bumpy, sometimes turning quickly and sometimes sharply. It didn't settle down until half an hour later. It seemed that he had gotten rid of the troublesome guys who followed along the way.

Osamu Dazai doesn't know where this car will take him, but it doesn't matter where the location is, because there will definitely be her there.

The British people in the car were very quiet, and even the occasional conversations were whispers, and he couldn't hear what the other party was communicating at all.Not long after, the black car with Osamu Dazai drove into the middle of the suburban woods and stopped in front of a three-story building that had been abandoned for several years.

After arriving at the predetermined location, Osamu Dazai's eyes regained his light, but his hands were still tightly bound by the rope.He was invited into the house by an Englishman in a black suit. Although it looked a bit decadent and dilapidated from the outside, the interior was tidied up and looked brand new. From the newly pasted wallpaper to the arrangement of tables and chairs, everything revealed a refined and luxurious British style.

"I want to see your leader," Osamu Dazai stood in front of the living room at the entrance with his hands in his pockets, his tone was as relaxed as ever, and he even called her by his first name, "Agatha Christie."

This time, the Englishman who was watching him did not inflict graceful violence on him, but made a gesture of invitation, let him sit in the living room, and then someone served him a steaming meal. Herbal tea and exquisite desserts.

He unceremoniously ate two cookies, which were too sweet.The British tea has a strong herbal flavor, but he still likes the tea in Japan, so the pot of tea has not been touched.

"Don't you like the tea we prepared for you, Dazai-san?"

The lady holding the black cat walked down the corner stairs slowly. She was wearing an elegant and beautiful dress, and even the gloves were made of pure white lace. It was as elegant as if she was here for a beautiful and leisurely afternoon. Tea.

Osamu Dazai took the initiative to stand up and salute her, then sat down again, poured a cup of tea and pushed it to the opposite side.

Agatha Christie sat across from him, and took a sip of the tea Osamu Dazai poured for her with satisfaction.The black cat was put on the ground by her, and after sweeping Dazai Osamu's calf with its long tail, it slipped away to play elsewhere.

"Finally invited Mr. Dazai, when was the last time I met you?"

Agatha is a beauty, a typical beauty, but only those who really know her strength will understand what kind of iron-blooded soul lies behind this beautiful face.Osamu Dazai was well aware of this woman's methods and ambitions, so he cut straight to the point.

"You can pay me back now." Osamu Dazai looked into Agatha's eyes and said without any emotion, "Get rid of Fyodor for me, no matter what method you use."

Agatha was not surprised at all. Instead, she smiled, broke the cookie in half and put it in her mouth. After eating, she said again: "You can't do anything about it, how can I do it?"

"I said no matter what method you use," Dazai Osamu emphasized his tone, his gloomy eyes fixed on the smiling elegant woman opposite, "Do you understand?"

"Don't embarrass me too much, Mr. Dazai," Agatha's smile was gradually fading from her face, "Although I still owe you a favor according to the agreement back then, it must be something that can be done within the scope of my ability. Behind the Russian Thieves Group is the blood force in Central Europe, why should I go through this muddy water?"

Osamu Dazai didn't want to pay attention to all the nonsense that Agatha said, and the British were as troublesome as the Japanese when they were polite, so he stood up, walked to Agatha's side, approached her suddenly, and stared at her pair of beautiful gemstones. His eyes sneered: "Don't pretend to be arrogant, Agatha. Your presence here means that you are also interested in controlling this area, doesn't it? Don't forget why you brought me here today The reason. And don’t forget what I have in my hands who have been chasing Fyodor for so long. Believe me, you will need it.”

"Mr. Dazai, I hope that our business will not lose money to each other."

"I'm giving you a chance to repay my favor," Dazai Osamu smiled, and picked up the black cat passing by his feet, "You don't want to keep defaulting on something, do you? It's so good for you to open your mouth."

Agatha fell into deep thought, the cat was very comfortable being touched by Osamu Dazai, and the cat purred cutely and sweetly.

Osamu Dazai returned the black cat to its owner's embrace, and smiled slightly: "Tell me, yes or no."

to be continued.