【Taizhong】Desperado

In a fetid underground ruins, Dazai Osamu had pale lips, closed eyes, and lay dying on Nakajima Atsushi's shoulders. The blood stained the clean white shirt of the young man, and the bright red blood spread in large swaths. Gorgeous in shape and color, like a flower of death gradually blooming.

This is Osamu Dazai whom Nakahara Chuya hurried over to see. He is so fragile that he is in danger, and the god of death seems to be able to harvest his life anytime and anywhere.

Zhongyuan Zhong also felt the cold spread all over his body, his eyes were red, and he couldn't tell whether it was anger or sadness. He only knew that if that damned woman appeared in front of him now, he would definitely take up the knife without hesitation.

"Mr. Dazai, Mr. Dazai!"

In the panic, only Nakajima Atsushi kept patting Dazai Osamu's face, maybe because he was young and inexperienced, he was so anxious that he was about to cry.

Akutagawa was the last to arrive. When he arrived, he saw two people covered in blood leaning against the wall. On the shoulder of Atsushi Nakajima was the Osamu Dazai who had been missing for a long time. His pale face trembled uncontrollably.

"How's the situation?"

"Mr. Dazai was already unconscious at the entrance of the underground passage. I pulled him back, but he didn't wake up..." Atsushi Nakajima explained that he was almost crying at the end, and his eyes were red.

"Why are you crying! He is different from us, and he won't get into trouble so easily."

Akutagawa Ryunosuke was actually a little at a loss, but he glanced at Nakahara Chuya next to him, and found that all he could do now was to reprimand Nakajima Atsushi sharply and let him clean up his out-of-control emotions.

Nakahara took a deep breath, but what he inhaled in his nostrils was the strong bloody smell of Osamu Dazai. He ignored his still trembling hands, took the man from Atsushi Nakajima into his arms, and then tore off his shirt and put it in his arms. All the wounds that he could see were bandaged, and although his fingers still trembled slightly, he held back after seeing that Osamu Dazai was still a little angry.

"What should we do now..." Nakajima Atsushi wiped the dirty blood on Osamu Dazai's face with his cuff, "I'm afraid Mr. Dazai if we hide any longer...but there are people outside..."

"Don't babble like an idiot, Don..."

Osamu Dazai's eyes were still closed, but his lips moved, and a faint voice came out.The voice faltered as if it would be extinguished in the next second.

"Mr. Dazai!"

"You bastard...!"

Zhong Yuanzhong also saw the man with blood in his arms wake up, but wished he could put a knife on his neck, but so much hatred and accusation in his heart eventually accumulated in his eyes, turned into tears, and passed through the dry and scorched eyes. lips.

This man is damned.Pretending to be a hero, leaving him so many times with the consciousness of dying, according to Nakahara Chuya's personality, Osamu Dazai should have died under his hands many times long ago to pay off his debts.

But that didn't happen.The usual ruthlessness was finally defeated by Dazai Osamu, and turned into unspeakable emotions, which couldn't be hidden deep, and burst out, and a look could easily be broken.

"Sorry……"

Osamu Dazai really wanted to raise his hand and touch the cheek of the person he missed, but he really had no strength. He knew that these three words would not be able to calm Chuya Nakahara's anger towards him, and he could not ask him to Sorry, but there's nothing else to say right now.

But Zhongyuan Zhongye said coldly: "You think I lost my memory and forgot what you did before, so now I can just say I'm sorry?"

Osamu Dazai paused, then could only smile helplessly.

No matter what means he uses to keep him out of danger, the person he likes will always find a way to catch up to him.Neither of the two can get rid of the other, so when will the debt owed to each other be settled?

Zhongyuan Zhong also hugged a person who was so weak that he was shocked, but he had the real feeling that he should have after all these years.

Life is like a dream, and the scene withers in a hurry.

——Osamu Dazai, since you are coming towards me, you can no longer leave without authorization.Leaving for the first time, because it is a multiple-choice question with only one option, if there is only one person to live, I hope that person is you, because the one who lives with memories will be more painful, and I am very selfish, I don’t want to pain.The second time you left was your own initiative. You ignored our relationship and took away my right to know and participate. I faced a catastrophe alone, but then I thought, this kind of you is actually It's really similar to me...I seem to be able to see my own shadow in this kind of you. I hate you and I hate myself at the same time. I think maybe you know me better than I think, so I just Such a coincidence, every time before I know it, he can make a decision for me and cut off all the retreats for me, and take care of everything by himself.I wanted to blame you, only you, but these words of reprimanding you, which I have previewed thousands of times, still can't come out of my mouth.So when you put me aside for the third time, I was a little dumbfounded, and there was only one voice in my heart talking: I really regret meeting you, no matter before or now, I can only wait and chase, forgive you, and then again and again deeply regret.

"By the way, there is another way, there should be someone waiting for us..." Osamu Dazai said in silence, the bloodstain on his finger crossed the map on Chuya Nakahara's phone, and stopped at a point, "Here... ..."

After explaining the last sentence, he completely lost his strength, and let Nakahara Chuya hug his cold body with confidence.

He closed his eyes and looked at Nakahara Chuya, but with that weak look, he looked deeply.

There was a reassuring smile on his lips.

……

The place that Osamu Dazai pointed out to them before he lost consciousness was correct. When they moved to the exit, they found that it was a hidden park. It was empty at night, and it was a good place to meet people. Agatha Christie’s people were already there. Waiting for them not far away.

The cool breeze was blowing away the smell of blood, and the Thames River gradually became quiet tonight.

The departure station was delayed another 5 minutes.At twelve o'clock in the noon, the slow train finally delivered him to this small station located in the green valley. He got off the train with his luggage bag and looked around. There was no one on the platform. The grass is green, and the valley behind the two railroad tracks is dyed an idyllic green by the trees in July. Only the top of the mountain is still covered with pure white snow that has not melted for thousands of years.

He put the luggage bag on the wooden bench, and habitually went to the vending machine to buy a pack of cigarettes, but when he took out his pocket, he found that he had left the lighter on the train, cursed, and had to put the cigarettes back into the cigarette case Zhong sat down decadently and waited for the bus.With more than an hour until the next transfer train arrives, the reality is depressing and irritating.

With a light breeze, he pulled his hat over his face, stretched his limbs on the old wooden bench, and yawned.I thought to myself why I always have to be an obedient fool, why don't I secretly get a car to drive, and now I can only wait for those eternally delayed trains like suffering?

At this time, the sound of the wooden door being pushed open suddenly came from behind. Because the surroundings were quiet, the sound of footsteps walking down the steps was very clear.The man's powerful aura almost overwhelmed the natural fragrance of green grass, just like the colorless and bitter nicotine in the night, drifting past the sensitive nose that belonged to the blood hunter.

A person he knows best.The corner of Chuya Nakahara's mouth couldn't help raising a smile.

Zhong Yuanzhong also removed the hat from his face, the black gloves that he used to never leave his hands had long been taken off and thrown away, his ring finger was empty, as if he was waiting for a trap to trap him, and also waiting for another hand to hold his... Clenched his empty fists, sat up straight, and looked at the man with fixed eyes.

"I saw you just now."

Osamu Dazai walked slowly towards the old bench where Nakahara Nakaya was sitting, with his hands in his pockets, and the exquisite silver ring that he planned to give him rolled several times in his palm, and it was slightly hot at the moment, just like the one that was only Someone's heart throbbing so far.

The weather is so good, and there is deep nostalgia in his eyes.

He looked at him with a faint smile, took out the vow ring, and said calmly: "I think, do you still lack this?"

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